#and bean's just like nah but what if i just pressed my face directly into this mattress while you're sleeping

[lunapwrites]

Them: babies start to roll over between 4-5 months of age, and will usually roll from their bellies to their backs first because it takes less neck and back strength. :)

Bean, at 12 weeks: hold my binkie.

don't mind the sound of my soul leaving my bodyyyyyy

[pricegouge]

Fatted Rabbit Part Eight on AO3

Contents

Bearshifter!Price x reader | explicit

John wakes with a sharp jerk when his own snoring gets too loud. Underneath him, the pillow he's wrapped around wriggles discontentedly and then falls still. John snuffles into it, the soft, pliant smell digging a hook right behind his sinus cavity and pulling. He humps down once - more instinct than actual desire, he didn't even know he was hard - and the pillow grunts. Oh, right. He's caught a rabbit in his den.

John wakes with a sharp jerk when his own snoring gets too loud. Underneath him, the pillow he's wrapped around wriggles discontentedly and then falls still. John snuffles into it, the soft, pliant smell digging a hook right behind his sinus cavity and pulling. He humps down once - more instinct than actual desire, he didn't even know he was hard - and the pillow grunts.

Oh, right.

He's caught a rabbit in his den.

Reluctantly, he raises his head from where he's got his nose smushed behind her ear. She's still asleep, somehow, her face pressed into his pillow as if she's also scenting him. It unclenches something in his stomach, turns his blood languid and syrupy sweet. They rotated slightly in their sleep, the rabbit laying more so on her belly with John draped over her like the world's heaviest blanket, just like she'd wished his bear could be. He's got a thigh pressed between hers and his arm wrapped around and under her to keep his mit exactly where she'd put it the night before. She's sweaty, probably blistering under the heat of him, poor lamb. He wonders how long he's been snoring directly into her ear and cringes. He can be a bit hard to wake up, god knows. Hopefully he didn't keep her up half the night, pinned to the mattress as she was.

John cops one last feel of her belly and places a quick kiss on the drool stain behind her ear, only resists licking it up by promising himself there would be plenty of time for that later so long as he doesn't freak her out now.

He sneaks off to the kitchen, humming as he cooks them up a full English. He's not sure what she'll want or if she'll even want anything - but his bear has been beside itself ever since she said she didn't have much of an appetite. Poor mate, doesn't know what's good for her. He knows he should back off, that continually insisting on feeding her wasn't really normal. It was probably even impolite. But he couldn't escape the gnawing feeling in his chest that he needed to provide for her, make sure she was ingesting enough calories and nutrients to make up for what she was losing. So, he wouldn't force her to eat, but he'd make sure she had access to anything she could possibly want.

John's got every part of the pig cooked and keeping warm in the oven. He's fried and scrambled eggs both, just because he doesn't know which she'd prefer. There are mushrooms, beans, tomatoes, and hashbrowns. Orange juice, coffee, and tea. He's timed it perfectly, is just putting the toast on when his rabbit wanders out, nose in the air.

"Man, you weren't kidding about breakfast, huh?"

"I never joke about breakfast."

She laughs and tucks herself into his chest, face burrowing right between his pecs and breathing deeply. John chuffs happily, scratching the back of her head with one hand as he flips the buttered slices on the pan.

"Can you make that noise again?"

Hell. "What noise?"

"That like… huffy kind of noise you just did, can you do it again?"

John huffs, distinctly human. "That one?"

"Nah, nevermind. You sounded like my friend the bear for a second."

"Oh right, that bloke…"

The rabbit laughs at the affected jealousy in his voice. "Can I help with this at all?" she nods at the oven.

"Nope, just take a seat, honey. How are you feeling?"

"Dehydrated," she groans, and reroutes at the sight of the kettle.

"Forgot to get you a water bottle last night, damn me," John grumbles, but the rabbit just smiles at him.

"You did fine, big guy, no worries." She peruses his mug tree and selects the cheeky bear mug his mum had sent him a few years back, trying to keep her smile private. He wonders if she's thinking about his goofy feigned jealousy or if she's starting to see similarities. He's tempted to let her, considers chuffing at her again. He doesn't mind her knowing - trusts her enough already - but he's not sure how best to say, 'Now this is going to sound crazy… ' He'd just outright shown his mum, but she'd fainted so perhaps that wasn't the best route either. Besides, he doesn't want to scare her off, so perhaps the best thing would be to let her draw her own connections. He decides to play with it, bides his time for a good opening as he watches her get her tea ready.

He learns she takes it with orange and honey, the sweet girl.

"Thanks for taking care of me last night. That wasn't really necessary but it was very nice."

"Of course, honey. Sorry if I kept you up though, I forgot to warn you I snore."

"Like a chainsaw," she agrees, laughing, as he tables all the food. He sits cornered to her, knees brushing. "Probably weird to admit but it was kinda nice. The Jeep's either dead silent or surrounded by awful parking lot noises when I'm trying to sleep so it was a good change of pace. Even if you do run at approximately nine hundred kelvin."

"Aye, sorry about that. Make for a good heating pad, though?"

"Decent weighted blanket, too."

"And I'm fuzzy," he laughs, faux-nonchalant. He pretends to consider the sausage links for too long, avoiding eye contact.

He can feel the weight of her gaze, assessing. The bear mug dangles from her fingertips ominously. "Regular teddy bear, you."

To his delight she fills her plate with bacon, fried eggs, toast, mushrooms, and pretty much every fruit he had the foresight to prepare and by the end of it she - finally - looks a little less pallid.

"Feeling better?"

She tilts her head back and forth, weighing. "Eh. Not the greatest but that's… unrelated to the hangover."

"Poor bunny. Go lay down on the couch, I'll join you in a minute."

Realizing he intends to clean up, she protests, "Mm! Let me help."

"I insist," he starts, but she's already wrapping up leftovers (he hadn't wanted to make an ass of himself by eating nearly a kilo of meat).

"No, I insist. In fact if you wanna go lie down, I can manage."

"Bloody unlikely," he grumbles, and they work through the mess together in companionable silence.

Or at least, he thought it was companionable.

"Well, thanks for breakfast, John. And also lunch. And dinner. And being so nice. But I should probably head out so -."

The cliff his emotions fall off feels endless. "You're leaving?" It's probably too desperate to sound so stricken but he can't help it, most of his energy spent throttling his bear to keep from dragging her back to bed and pinning her there.

"Oh, uh. Well, I figured…"

Christ, there it is again: that blind panic he's seen in her eyes a few times now. As if he's got her backed up on a trapping pit and any move could be her last; like there's a correct answer, or a quick drop.

He's not sure where the instinct has been coming from. He's never exactly been known to be gentle, but he is with her now. "Not kicking you out, honey. I'd like it if you stayed… but I understand if you'd like to leave."

Guard up, still squirming, "Even if I don't -. Don't want…" he waits her out even though it kills him how much she looks like she might bolt. Eventually she clears her throat, dons some unnaturally blank expression that's somehow even worse. "I thought you'd want me to leave because I don't want to have sex with you. Today. Because…"

Shite. John thinks back on what he'd said the night before. 'We'll talk about it in the morning.' God, he's a knob.

"Sweetheart…" Lost, John flicks at his mustache, antsy. "I shouldn't've… look, I might've put my foot in my mouth last night. Everything I said was only meant to show you how willing I'd be, not to convince you to be. If you don't want… that… that's the end of the discussion, right? But that doesn't mean I want you to leave. I'm just as happy to simply spend time with you, if you're up for it."

The rabbit's eyes are still shuttered, but he thinks he sees the barest hint of hope in there, too. "I can still suck you off, if you'd like."

And John experiences the mental equivalent of having your engine stall out while accelerating. What the fuck?

"No. Well, yes," he clarifies when she looks - disappointed? Self-conscious? Scared, again? "Yes, but not -. Hm. The first time you take my cock isn't going to be in your throat, aye?"

There it is, finally. Pupils dilated with something other than fear now.

"Don't care how long you make me wait, sweetheart. You could keep me chasing you half across the state for a bloody year if you wanted. But when you're ready for me," he hooks two fingers in the band of her sleep pants and pulls her closer, testing how pliable she is, "I'm taking this cunt first."

He'd planned to kiss her, but she beats him to it.

"Don't wanna be casual," she tells him as he lays her out on the couch.

He can't help but laugh. "You thought this was casual?"

It's slow and languid, syrupy as the honey he tastes on her tongue. The impatience of last night is gone, driven out by the same instincts that gentle him every time those wide, prey eyes show themselves. He gets her on her side, flush to the back of the couch. It's hard for him to fit along with her because she's so perfectly fucking soft and John - despite the winter's best efforts - is still a big man, but they manage. Even if he's half on the coffee table, technically. By the time they're trading more words than kisses, John's got the flat of his palm planted exactly where she'd put it the night before and he's making her giggle by flexing his fingers into her soft flesh, grinning like an idiot all the while.

"Fucking heaven holding onto you all night, you've no idea."

"Well I might have some idea." She stretches languidly and John ducks to kiss her exposed neck.

"Yeah? That mean you'll stay again tonight?"

"John," she laughs, exasperated.

"One more night, bunny, then I'll let you free."

"Don't you have to work?"

"Closed Mondays."

"Benevolent of you."

"What were you planning on doing today?"

"Gotta call my friend at some point, maybe try to catch the game. But that's about it..." the way she trails off has him eyeing her suspiciously. "Okay, fine, I was going to try my luck charging my Switch at Starbucks."

"Charging your… Christ, go get it, whatever it is," John grumbles. "And anything else you need to charge too, you stubborn thing."

She rolls up and over him to reach the floor and for a brief moment John is in heaven, surrounded by the soft warm plush of his mate, and then she's gone, leaning over him. "Speaking of, did you charge my phone last night?"

"'Course, honey."

"Yeah, 'course you did. Can you stop being so friggin' sweet, I'm still trying to figure out how to return the favor."

When she turns, John can't help but smack her playfully on the ass. She gives him a look over her shoulder, all fake anger, and he can't help but look contrite. "You said stop being sweet."

It turns out a Switch is a gaming console and she teases him about not knowing that the entire time it charges, then absolutely wipes the floor with him in Mario Kart.

"Thought you said you were good at this?" She asks, shifting again. John needed both hands to play, unfortunately, but they'd discovered just his calf resting over her belly was warm and solid enough to appease her. Or it had been, at least; he'd noticed her getting more restless the last circuit.

"This is not like the game I grew up with."

"Which one was that, old man? Pong?"

He ignores the jab. "How you holding up?"

"I'm good, thanks." She's a liar, if the acidity of her discomfort is anything to go by. The smell of blood is stronger today, and he vaguely remembers past partners complaining about their second days being the worst.

Funny, how little he'd cared in the past.

"Want me to get you anything?"

"Think you've gotten me enough." She motions to the coffee table full of snacks and beverages, a bottle of ibuprofen within reach.

"Those were for me, actually. Was a bit miffed when you dug in."

"Oh, sorry, I'd assumed you'd eaten enough at breakfast, mister four eggs."

"Not nearly. Only reason I didn't polish off that pig is 'cause I didn't want to embarrass myself falling asleep ten minutes later like my old man."

"Don't feed the bear, eh?" she laughs.

John sideeyes her. "Pardon?"

"Fat and happy? It's what we call a food coma back home. Feed the bear, get fat and happy, hibernate."

John chuckles, low. "I like that."

"Did you wanna take a nap? I can cl -."

"If you say clear out I'm gonna chain your tires."

"Sorry," she tries to laugh. Comes out a touch too breathy. He peeks and sure enough, wide, prey eyes.

"'M not mad." John prods her with his toe to make sure she's listening. "If you wanna leave that's one thing, but I'm not kicking you out today. May never," he grins and the quiet huff he gets in response is far more grounded. "Tell you what. If some life shattering event were to happen and I needed to kick you out, I'd just say, 'Sorry, bunny, but can we pick this up some other time?' Short of that explicit dismissal, go ahead and assume nothing I say is a subtle attempt to get rid of you, okay?"

Her smile is maybe a little sad, but appreciative. "Okay."

"There's a good girl. Now, to answer your first question, it's my day off and yes I very much would like a nap. Should I doze off listening to you curse this game or can we move it to the bedroom?"

"A nap does sound nice…"

John grins salaciously. "Bedroom it is."

She wants to lay on top of him this time and he's all too happy to oblige, letting her hike a leg over his own and dig his hip into her belly. When she snuffles into his chest he thinks he might be in heaven. He doesn't need more than this, truly. He'd meant what he said earlier - that she could run him ragged for as long as she wanted, so long as she allowed him this. His bear would be content. Mated, whether she knew it or not. She said she didn't want to be casual so surely she felt it, too. This would be enough for him, for however long it took her to be comfortable with him. And she would be, one day. He'd figure out what made her flinch away every time she thought he was mad or disappointed. It was worrying, to say the least, but he didn't think he could just out and ask her if she was scared of him, or what had happened to make her so flinchy. It was driving him more than a little crazy, though, his bear searching for flesh to sink his teeth into. Somewhere, someone had convinced his girl she was only worth having around if she was putting out, had made her scared to admit what she wanted. Had made her fear him.

He'd kill them if he ever found them.

In the meantime, it was nice to flex this side of himself, be sweet and soft in a way he'd never felt inclined to be before, let his anger simmer under the flesh where she'd never see it.

"What time do those muppets play?"

She hummed, already on the verge of sleep. "Seven, I think."

"Would you rather go out to see it, or stay in?"

"...I'm good with staying in. I can make dinner."

"Don't have to, honey."

"Want to."

"Mm. Such a sweet rabbit."

***

He wakes up confused and alone, more bear than human, already snuffling around the empty sheets for her. She was distressed, headed to the bathroom, and then out the door. John's pulling on clothes and grabbing his keys before he's even consciously aware of it, phone being tucked into a pocket when it vibrates with a missed text.

Christ. The sigh he emits is loud as a bellows.

Really, he's so floaty on their growing bond he feels like he'll never need a cigar again, but the temptation to keep an eye on her from above is far too good, so he climbs his way upstairs with a choice, sweet number and leans on the short wall as he lights up. He can't see her properly, but the Jeep's boot is open and he can hear her voice clearly enough he knows she must be sitting back there. He shouldn't be listening, he knows. It's an invasion of her privacy to say the least, but she's giggly, voice sugar sweet, and it prickles along the shell of John's ear, needle sharp and mean.

"I know, it's good to hear from you, too. No, I had to change that a couple years back. I did, had it memorized. For real. Your's and Kadie's. Couple others."

Scared, now:

"Yeah, about that... No, but I'm better, thanks… Mm… I fucking knew it. Blond, scar on his cheek, generally unsettling? Yep, that was Phil… No, I'm sorry… Mm. Hey, how long ago was that? Shit… No. Two, maybe three months… No, I figured he would. S'why I didn't reach out sooner… Well, you know how my mom is… Nah, it's fine. Better this way anyway. No one can tell him shit if they don't know anything to tell… Well, desperate times." A deep sigh. "It was bad, Benny… the usual stuff at first. Wasn't allowed to talk to friends, yadda yadda. By the time it got physical I didn't have anyone to reach out to… yeah. He had complete control of finances. Made shit hard. Took nearly four years to get things sorted but here we are… yeah, thanks. So anyway, this stays between me and you, yeah? Don't go around saying you heard from me, please. Phil's probably following all your socials from ghost accounts. You and everyone else. Would just take one loud mouth to draw his attention back… I'm serious, Ben… thanks. So anyway, enough about that shit. How've you been?"

Her voice is light again. Too light, reminds him of the blank face she'd adopted when she'd let it spill that she assumed he didn't want her around if she wasn't going to sleep with him. He's still turning his cigar over the open flame of his lighter, too lost in thought to notice it was nearly engulfed.

The usual stuff… got physical… nearly four years.

"Fuck," John hisses as his thumb is burned. He shakes the cigar in an attempt to put it out but only succeeds in fanning the flame. He lets go, watching as it falls through the air. Simmers with it when it lands in the last of the snow banks hiding deep in the shadow of the building. When he looks back up, the rabbit is standing next to the Jeep, watching him warily. She's still on the phone, half paying attention to her conversation. John forces a casual smile and waves at her, desperately holding his anger in check lest she realize he'd heard her; or worse, believes he's mad at her again.

She waves back after a moment, calm as you please, and John thinks about Phil.

She joins him on the roof and complains about the chilly breeze, tucks herself into John's chest which gets him damn near purring and John thinks about Phil.

She makes stuffed peppers for dinner - fucking delicious, even if his bear isn't the biggest fan of capsaicin - and John thinks about Phil.

She answers his stupid questions about hockey playoffs, talks his ear off about the rag tag group of muppets they've both found themselves supporting, and John thinks about Phil.

In bed later, he gets her pinned under him again and uses her soft tits like a pillow made specially for him, rubs her belly absently just to hear her sigh in contentment and John thinks about Phil. Phil, the blond from Dallas with a scar on his cheek. Phil, who isolated his rabbit and took control of her money to make sure she'd never leave. Phil, who's got her so terrified she's living in her car all alone in the world, still scared to reach out to her own friends and family.

Phil, who got physical with her.

Aside from the odd, misguided urges to eat his rabbit right up, John's bear has never really been tempted by human meat; but he has hunted plenty of big game. He wonders if Phil's pretty blond neck will break just as satisfyingly under his jaw as an elk's.

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[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-My Santo

For @cherrymoon-12

Francisco=Sad Eyes

“Cisco, where’s my boyfriend?” You whine after having looked around your whole house and backyard.

“Spooky?” He asks as he try’s to remember, a bit drunk at this point in the night,”Uh beer run I think....yeah, beer run.”

“And he didn’t invite me?” You gasp as you plop down in the squeaky plastic lawn chair next to him,”That jerk.”

“Damn, you guy’s are too far up each other’s asses.” He teases giving you a playful wink, the only Santo member that you would let comment on your relationship. You and him being friends since before you got together with Oscar.

“Fuck you.” You laugh and shove his shoulder lightly,”You’re just lonely and bitter.”

“Nah, I’m cool with being single.” He objects and pops his imaginary collar.

“You’re so dumb.” You say amusingly as you shake your head in disbelief at the tall lanky cholo. He laughs in response but doesn’t reply, the two of you enjoying the company together as you look out at the party. The usual people in attendance along with a few new younger members who were busy with the usual ‘groupies.’

“Mamita, why aren’t you sitting over there with the rest of us?” You hear a new voice say, coming from behind you and sliding their fingers on your shoulder until they are directly in front of you. You can’t help the little grin that forms on your face at the baby face teen aged boy, one of the fresher members since he had the bruises to prove it.

“Oh, you mean over there with the daycare?” You tease,”You might be a little too young for me, so no thanks.”

“I wasn’t really asking you.” He says, his ego slightly bruised,”You’re at a Santo party, so you better do as told bitch.” He snaps, his new found little ‘power’ making him feel like a king. When in reality he was a peasant in this line.

You can’t even defend yourself, Francisco already on his feet and pushing the boy to the ground,”Listen up Pendejo!” He barks as he glares down at now scared member,”You may get away with talking to any other hyna like that, but not this one. You’re lucky it’s just me and not Spooky, that’s his girl right there.”

“Hi.” You smile sweetly and give a small wave from where you sat,”Mrs.Spooky here.” You interject in the conversation,”And you are?”

“Leo.” He says, finally getting up and wiping his jeans off, muttering apologies to you and Sad Eyes,”I’m sorry, I didn’t know you and Spooky were together.”

“Move stupid.” You say as you stand up and gently shove Cisco out of the way causing him to grumble,”It’s your first day in this ‘family’ so that’s why I’m doing you a solid and not telling my man what you did. So Leo, just a little piece of advice, you better get familiar with who you show respect to around here. Which honestly better be everybody, because if I personally see you trying to boss around any other girl...I will tell Oscar what you just tried.”

“You’re right, lo siento.” He tells you,”I shouldn’t have came up to you like that.”

“I don’t really need your apology, because you’re only saying it to save your ass.” You shrug,”However I’m not a bitch so I’m not making it a big deal, so just run along and remember you’re at MY Santos’s party so you better do as told.” You tell him, mimicking the words from earlier.

Leo nods and looks between you and Sad Eyes, his eyes focusing on something behind you before they grow wide and he runs off,”Man, you should have let me fight him.”

“He’s a kid. A stupid kid.” You laugh, a pair of arms sneaking around your waist, and a kiss being pressed to your cheek.

“What are you two talking about?” Oscar asks, Francisco getting ready to spill the beans as you give him a look to shut up.

“Nothing, just wondering how much longer you were going to be, but you’re here now so no more wondering.” You reply,”Can you go get me a beer Franny?”

“Man, don’t call me that. I hate that shit.” He say’s with a groan as Oscar laughs.

“Me too bitch.”

“Fuck the both of you...I’ll be right back.” He gives in and heads to the cooler with a flick of his finger in your guy’s direction.

You shake you head and turn around in your boyfriends arms, giving him a proper kiss,”Missed you, next time take me with you.”

“For sure.” He mumbles, letting his hands explore your backside with no shame. Not that you cared either, he was your man and this was your house and party. Everyone better know that now, because you wouldn’t be able to stop Oscar from retaliating if someone were to disrespect you again.

[reggiejworkshop]

Animaniacs: The Trip (part 2)

It was in the middle of the morning as the beautiful sun shone directly over the Warner Bros studio in Burbank. Everyone was out and about, enjoying the day. However, three people were not taking advantage of this.

"Oh, here it comes!" Yakko groaned.

Both Wakko and Dot winced as they heard their brother heave for the third time in a row. They would have been more sympathetic had his puking not sounded like the Tasmanian Devil trying to sing death metal. The sound almost made them want to puke again for themselves. Yakko finally came out of the bathroom, a wave of relief spread across his face.

"Who thought it looked better going out than in?" he groaned.

"I don't get it, I thought it would have tasted a lot better than that" Wakko said, confused that he made a food item that he himself couldn't stomach. He along with the rest of his siblings' mouths were still burning.

"Well, now that nightmare is over, what should we do today sibs?" Yakko asked with a peppy tone.

"Let's go see what our favorite psychiatrist is up too." Dot proposed.

"Good idea" Wakko added.

The Warners climbed down the tower. The bright rays from the mole tipped sun beaming down upon them. They reached Dr. Scratchensniff's office in no time at all.

"Oh, Scratchy!" the trio chirped. They stood outside the door to his office, waiting for him to shoo him away. But nothing came.

"Scratchensniff?" Wakko asked. He slowly opened the door. The person they were looking for was not here, instead, another person was lounging in the sofa, barefoot.

"Oh, hello boys…" she replied.

"Hello, Nurse!" Wakko and Yakko whistled.

"Boys," Dot said, rolling her eyes. The trio watched the dainty nurse get up from the sofa, stumbling on her bare feet. Both brothers' hearts began to beat as her curvaceous body loomed up above them. Hands on her hips, she stared down at them.

"Uh, Nurse did you happen to see where Scratchensniff went?" Wakko asked, slightly taken off guard by her posture. Nurse knelt down to his height with a coy grin.

"No, but I just happened finally see how cute you really are," she said slowly with a husky voice. She puckered her lips. "Well, go on"

Wakko eyes widened with disbelief before shooting a glance at his confused siblings. Without a moment too soon, he puckered his own lips and slowly leaned in. The middle sibling gleefully prepared for what would be up to this point the best Friday morning ever!

BURP!

The blast of her mustard gas smacked Wakko down to the floor, sending Dot into a fit of laughter.

"Oops, must be the beans," Nurse said, as she bent down over him. She barely noticed her lower posterity was facing the other Warner, and that particular Warner was enjoying the view.

"Um, Nurse you sure your feeling alright?" Yakko asked, trying his best to see past her bulbous rear. She cocked her head to look back at him.

"Were you staring at my ass?" she snapped with an odd mischievous grin. Yakkos face dropped, he had not expected that response.

"Uhh…. Not exactly"

"Oh I think you were"

"Nah, I think I wasn't. Whoa!"

Yakko stopped mid-sentence when Nurse grabbed him by the hand and friggin threw him into the sofa. After a dizzy spell of stars and drumsticks, Yakko looked up to see the nurse's butt looming right above his head.

"Would you like to get a closer look?"

"Yes, Wait I mean no!" Yakko began to protest before she planted it right onto his face. He flailed his arms helplessly as he was losing air. Unfortunately, that would be the least of his problems.

BLLLLRRTTTT!

The loud foghorn-like blast rumbled the sofa underneath her. Yakkos body went limp as Nuse finished giving him the royal Dutch oven. She got up and fanned sewage scented vapors towards the siblings.

"Whew, that was a good one!" Nurse complimented herself. Both siblings reeled in disgust.

"When did this turn into a Ren and Stimpy cartoon?!" Dot whined. Green faced and ready to puke, Yakko crawled away from the smoldering sofa and right towards his siblings.

"Ugh, now I know how Smollett's career feels like now…" he uttered breathlessly.

"So, boys…" Nurse said. She pinched the tip of the tongue with her teeth and scratched underneath her armpits "What do you say we do some time?"

"Okay, first off that sentence made no sense, second of all what's up with you today?" Yakko asked, genuinely concerned.

"Is that time of the month?" Wakko whispered.

"Come on Yakko. I thought you wanted me. And I want you too" Nurse cooed, continuing to advance towards them.

"Uh, Aren't you coming on a little too strong so soon? After all, according to Ruegger I'm only 14!" Yakko protested.

"That's never stopped you before…" Dot remarked.

"Not helping Dot!"

"That's okay, age is nothing but a number. I can have fun with all three of you" Nurse said, staring them down with a lustful gaze. She whipped out a stick red lipsticks and smeared the gooey stick all over her luscious lips.

Faster than you can 'Goodbye Nurse!' the Warners vanished out of sight. They stood outside the psychiatrists building, trying to ignore the moaning coming from inside.

" I think we lost her!" Dot uttered breathlessly.

"Whew, I am a man of the pursuit but this isn't what I had in mind!" Yakko complained.

"No kidding! That wasn't the Nurse we know!"

"I wish Scratchy were here, hed know what's going on!" Wakko added.

A loud ringing came from Dot's Ipad on the ground. She picked it up to answer it when she froze in realization.

"When did I get an Ipad?" Dot asked herself.

"Just answer it," Yakko told her, ignoring the plot hole.

Dot pressed the device and suddenly the three of them were seeing their favorite psychiatrist on screen in a Skype connection.

"Hello, there kids" Scratchy greeted. His large gourd-shaped head took up most of the screen.

"Scratchensniff, your assistant has turned into a blond-haired Pepe le Pew! What should we do?" Yakko asked with impatience. The psychiatrist groaned with agitation.

"I don't know, maybe it's her time of…" An indistinct voice came from behind him, cutting him off. "Be right there Serena!"

It was here the Warner's noticed that Scratchy didn't appear to have a shirt on.

"Uhh… Scratchy, what's going on over there?" Yakko arched an eyebrow at the screen.

"Yakko, I was actually very busy with a session right now" Scratchy replied. Right as he said that a voluptuous bronze skinned harlot passed by in the background. "An in-depth session. Bye"

The IPad shut off with an electronic sizzle.

"I don't believe it! Scratchensniff just blew us off!" Dot said incredulously.

"Hey, you kids!" A rough voice yelled at them. The Warners turned around, completely surprised to see it came from Ralph. The fatback guard came marching towards them, his gut jiggling over his ammo belt with each stride.

"What the hell are you kids doing out of the tower?!"

The Warners were barely fazed by his hostile demeanor as they simply walked past him. Yakko greeted him with a cheer.

"Hey, Ralphie boy! We'd love to mess with you, but we got a bit of an issue to sort out. Catch you later. Byyeee!"

The Warners gasped simultaneously when the guard snatched up by their tails in one swipe. He yanked them till he slammed their backs into the wall, pinning them to it with his meaty hands.

"Hey, easy with the fur Ralph!" Dot yelled at him.

"I- Is this about the liquid heat incident last week?! We told you we were sorry!" Wakko blabbed nervously.

"Shut up! I wasn't done talking to you damn freaks!" The guard bellowed, causing both of them to shrink. The eldest sibling bore an angry glare at the guard, not liking his sudden mood swing.

"How nice, cause we sure are" Yakko retorted. "Wakko… if you may"

Out of Wakko's hand came his trusty oak mallet. Within nanoseconds, the swinging weapon swooped in the air like a graceful piranha before landing in gracious hands of the mall cop security guard.

Wakko paused to read the run on sentence above him. " What…? Wait STOP!"

"Hammer Time!" said Ralph.

BAM!

The Warners exploded into a restroom inside, causing drywall and porcelain to shatter everywhere. The trio's toony bodies slammed against an open stall. Its occupant hobbled out of the room in fear, not even bothering to wash his hands.

The trio got up from the ground, still seeing stars and drumsticks. They laid their eyes on Ralph who happily whistled in the center of the hole in the wall, slinging the mallet over his shoulders. something seriously wrong was happening today.

"I don't know what hurts worse, getting hit with the mallet or that cheesy line?" Yakko groaned.

"As if you have to ask," Dot said with annoyance.

"Gee, that was fun," Ralph said with a sardonic smirk. "What do ya say we do something else?

"Yeah buddy, if its 'Whack a Warner' well we're not interested" Yakko spat back. He and his siblings broke out their own mallets, ready to pile drive him at the slightest move towards them. Out of character or not, they were not going to let this slide.

"Nah, I want to play a different game …" Ralph replied before pulling something big and black out of his back pocket. And no it's not what you're probably thinking of. The guard began wiping off the barrel of an old fashioned Colt 45 in his hands.

"Ralph, when did you get a gun?" Wakko whimpered. A malicious grin spread across the guard's face.

"Ah, Ever heard Russian Roulette, well this is the California Crapshoot!"

Bang Bang Bang!

"Yikes!" the Warners shrieked as Ralph fired several random rounds in the restroom, obliterating the tile floor beneath them.

"You had to say that in this room?!" Dot screeched. They bounced off the walls like orbeez balls, popped in and out of the stalls and bunny hopped on the sinks, barely avoiding the projectiles.

"You're looking at the original parkour experts folks!" Yakko said to no one. He was immediately thrown off balance when another shot destroyed a nearby sink. A hard jet of sewage water swept the trio off their feet.

Ralph stood over them and aimed the intimidating weapon directly at them.

"Any ideas?" Dot said nervously.

"Wait! Let me try something! Wakko jammed his finger into the barrel of the gun right before Ralph could fire.

BLAM!

Without warning, the colt 45 disintegrated in a large shock wave, sending the guard flying into an open stall. The toilet was liberated from the floor and landed right onto the guard's bald head.

"Whoa! That actually worked!" Wakko said with a delirious chuckle.

The Warners ran out into the hallways, which were unusually empty despite that it was in the middle of the day.

"Help Help! Ralph's gone rogue!" Yakko yelled out right before he froze mid-air, "I can't believe I'm actually saying that!" he resumed running with the others.

They screeched to halt when Nurse appeared at a doorway in a dirty crusty covered wedding dress.

"Oh, you're back!" she moaned before puckering her red lips. "Ready for the honeymoon?!"

"Hit reverse sibs!" Yakko yelled. The trio ran backwards to the point where they were nearly moonwalking out of the damaged building. At this point, the trio had zipped clear across the movie lot. Above them, the dark blemish on the sun above had gotten larger.

"Yakko, what's going on?!" Dot said, pulling at her bow. A stumbling giraffe mooed at them.

"How am I supposed to know?"

"" Looks like we'll have to go to the one other person who can help!"

A quick trip to the park was all it took for them to reach the person they were trying to find. They stopped in front of the largest tree in the park and ran right up to its front door.

"Slappy! Slappy!" the trio yelled as they banged on the door. The door opened.

"Hello, Godchild!" Slappy greeted them at the door in an oversized light blue robe. The elderly squirrel looked at them blankly with a sickly yet sweet smile across her lips.

"Geez Slappy, you heading to a Dugger's convention? What's with the robe?" Dot said, staring into the squirrel hazed eyes. Slappy simply took out a wreath made of daisies and poison ivy and planted it right on top her head.

"No children, I'm heading to the town square for the peace ceremony. Care to come?" she replied in a monotone voice.

"Oh no. Not you too!" Yakko whined as his siblings smacked their heads. Slappy shrugged.

"Oh well, you're missing out on enlightenment," Slappy said before she carefully scooted past them. Birds and doves swirled around her as she frolicked out of the park and into the busy street.

"Oh shit!" A driver yelled as he narrowly swarmed out of the squirrel's path and crashed into a beaver dam.

The Warners stared at the scene, completely slack-jawed and befuddled.

"Did someone finally make opposite day a real holiday?" Wakko asked.

"Doubt it. This has to be a dream…" Yakko replied.

"Warners?! What are you guys doing here?" an irritated voice came from behind them. In a rare blue moon occurrence, the Warners were actually relieved to see that it came from Mr. Plotz. The grumpy CEO stood at attention, waiting to hear whatever excuse they would have for today. But today was not one of those days.

"T.P., I can't believe I'm actually happy to see you," Yakko said, graciously hugging him. This moment of tranquility soon ended when the CEO, actually hugged back.

"Well I am happy to see you three, you three always make this studio great around here!" Plotz said with pleasantness.

Yakko recoiled from him instantly, his blood running cold. Shivers ran up Dot and Wakko's spines.

"You three look like you need your frowns turned upside down!" Plotz pointed them. His nose had gotten larger and turned a bright shade of red.

"No… no" Dot said while shaking his head. The words that came from Plotz's lips plunged the Warners siblings into a fuzzy pit of despair.

"You're not Plotz! You're not supposed to be encouraging!" Yakko pointed an accusatory finger at him. The CEO giggled, yes giggled, as the pale-faced man approached him.

"Oh, Yakko you seem tense. Maybe you should let me give you another hug."

Plotz held out his frilly cuffed arms. His custom fitted blazer turned into ghastly bodysuit of slime green and mustard yellow. his balding hair turned into a twisting mess of orange fur. When the agonizing transformation was nearly complete, the pupils in his demented turned a jaundiced shade of yellow.

"Maybe a game will suffice, a balloon animal possibly?" Plotz continued, his voice sounding more higher pitched and nasally.

"So this is what you see whenever you come across clowns?!" Yakko said to his younger brother while he trembled. Dot held onto him tightly.

"Uh huh, but he's that not that scary, to be honest…" Wakko stated, waving him off.

"Froinlavin!" Plotz exclaimed with a demonic sound. The content smile on Wakko disappeared.

"… but now he is! Hide!" Wakko rushed for the front door to Slappy's house, his siblings were right behind him. Inside the house was Nurse in a revealing Harley Quinn cosplay.

"Hey, there puddin! I'll be your Harley and you can be my Batman!" The nurse said before she pulled a nearby lever which showered her body with cottage cheese. Teeming with ecstasy, she ran for the door.

"Uh… how about neither?!" Yakko uttered before he slammed the door and reinforced it with extra padlocks and chains.

A piercing brumm of a chainsaw came to life eviscerating the California smog around them like butter.

"Seriously, who's writing this?!" Dot said, looking at the statement above. Ralph popped out of the bush nearby with the lethal weapon ready to shed.

"Heeeres Ralphie!" the guard sneered with crooked teeth.

"Ahh! Duck!" Yakko screamed. He yanked Dot out of the way just as the metal from the chainsaw kissed the side of the tree where she stood. All three of them ran away, nearly stumbling from the shower of acorns and bird residue falling from the glorious old oak tree. The large tree shuddered and shook before it came falling down. Both Ralph and the clown unwisely happened to be standing within its shadow, the latter holding a long yellow balloon.

"Who wants to see a sword?!" Plotz said.

Crash!

Meanwhile, the Warners hid inside a nearby booth a few blocks away…

"Wait, phone booths still exist in Burbank?!" Wakko wondered.

They hid inside a nearby phone booth and anxiously watched the guard come down the street a few seconds later, cackling at the top of lungs. The chainsaw still running in his hands. Yakko added in a couple of coins and picked up the phone. It rang.

"Hello?" Scratchy responded.

"Scratchy, you got to get back here now!" Yakko said to him.

"Ugh, why?"

"The whole studio seems to be going crazy, it's like everyone we know has contracted Nicholas Cage fever!"

"Yakko Puh-lease, I'm very busy!"

"Doctor? Sire are you ready for another round?" another voice answered.

"Hey, wasn't that Michelle Phiffer?" Wakko asked. Yakko jaw dropped in realizing that he was right.

"What the- Scratchy! That's my crush!" He huffed with indignation.

"You snooze you lose Yakko," Scratchy said before he hung up. Again.

"This dream better end soon, it's giving me a headache…" Yakko rubbed his forehead. He barely noticed the red glowing dot on his temple.

"Aw, let me fix that," said Ralph.

BLAM!

Yakko ducked his head just in time. The entire phone fixture exploded from a projectile blast that came from across the street. They looked up to see Ralph had ditched his uniform and was now in full camouflage and commando gear, complete with grenades on his belt and a smoking Uzi in his hands.

"You got to be kidding me!" Yakko exclaimed.

Ralph unloaded on them with nonstop fury, all while letting out a guttural wail that would have made John Rambo tremble. They bolted out of dodge, seconds before the rest of the phone booth and the surrounding area was peppered into minuscule pieces.

The Warners ran all over the place, desperately trying to find someone who hadn't gone full retard just yet. The dark blemish on the sun covered more than half of the sun.

They spotted a crowd in the center of the town. All of them were wearing more of the ghastly light blue robes Slappy was wearing. Without a moment too soon they muscled their way into the crowd. A sea of blank faces and drooling smiles were all they could see.

"Hello, all you glorious creations, time of reckoning has revealed itself unto us" A speaker bellowed above the crowd, one the Warners immediately recognized as Brain.

"Oh no- looks like those years with Pinky finally made him snap" Dot whispered.

"Oy, potato Oy, potato" The crowd chanted.

"Give us not your money, but your unwilling duty ship to love everything with peace and cheese sauce"

"Oy Laredo, Oy Laredo!"

"And let us forever be together through whatever obstacles may appear, let push them into One Direction!"

"Fried tomato! Winnebago!" the crowd chanted.

"Surprisingly these guys are less nuts than Flat Earthers" Yakko muttered. He winced briefly when a larger cult member completely covered in robes brushed past them, stepping on his toes.

"Hey, manners are still a thing you know!" Dot snapped at him. The man looked back to give an evil grin. Their faces dropped when they realized it belonged to Ralph.

"Yeah, we're not sticking around for this!" Yakko commented before he and his siblings climbed onto various cult members, not caring that they were ruining perfectly good haircuts or giving full on concussions. None of that mattered. They had to get away from Ralph, for the first time in a while they were actually scared.

The fat guy whipped off his robe, revealing that he had on nothing but a roll of dynamite around his waist. Yakko's eyes widened in shock as he made a mad dash to catch Wakko and Dot. All while The Brain continued to preach.

"And as we pray to out suns who we rejoice from afar. They bring us enlightenment as we say…"

"Admiral Akbar!" Ralph yelled.

BOOM!

The Warner hunched together, shielding themselves from the blinding light that came from the nuclear explosion searing the air around them. It rumbled the ground like fruit roll up's on a hot day, and vaporized anything within its path.

When it finally stopped. The Warners got up to see the entire yards of nothing but a scorched flat wasteland. And its only occupants were the Warners themselves and Ralph's sparkling blue spirit. The dimwitted guard looked at his own predicament with shock.

"Huh, I guess those old instructional videos were right. All you have to do is duck and cover." Wakko said.

Ralph could nothing but pout as a flying nimbus cloud lifted him high into the heavens, all while he glared at the Warners and gave them the middle finger. He disappeared in the cloudy marmalade sky, barely missing the sun which was now fully eclipsed by the dark spot. The Warners didn't care as they gleefully waved him goodbye.

"Bye bye!" the trio chirped.

"Whew, glad that's over," Yakko said.

"Yakko …" Nurse's voice cooed from a distance, hearing it made the eldest Warner flinch with an ugly grimace.

"Oh no!"

"Oh boys, I have enough toys for everybody!" The nurse came sprinting at them like a drunken gazelle. This time she wore spike studded leather boots and lingerie. And draped around her neck were anal beads and ball gags.

"Yakko, what were those two things the narrator just mentioned?!" Dot asked, her face wrenched with disgust.

"Something Fifty Shades of Grey probably touched on in better detail," Yakko replied. They quickly started moonwalking away from the potential blond dominatrix in making.

"Kids!"Mr. Plotz yelled. Behind them, Plotzo the clown came running towards them with an army of multicolored balloon animals in his wake. One of them, a pink giraffe, brayed at them. "Do you want to sing a happy song? Froinlavin!"

Just above the trio, the blue spirit of Slappy Squirrel came flying down from the sky carrying peace doves and unicorns. The Goodfeathers dive bombed with her, ready to decorate the Warners like old statues in a train station. The Warners trembled together as they watched the pandemonium descend upon them.

Suddenly, as if their prayers had been answered, a car pulled up nearby. Not bothering to check who it was, the Warners seized the opportunity. They burst through the car window action Bond style and face planted into the backseats.

"What can I do for you?" the driver replied with a Brooklyn accent.

"Take us anywhere but here! And step on it!" Yakko told him.

"The car driver slammed on the gas pedal and breezed away just in time. Nurse, Plotz, and Slappy's armies all collided into a shower of shrimps and clams.

"Will this dream ever end?!" Dot sighed, as she threw her head back in the seat.

" I hope so, I don't how much of this randomness I can take" Yakko replied.

"Can I change the radio?"Wakko asked the driver.

"Sure" the driver replied. Wakko tuned the radio dial to different stations.

"...Despite the growing hole in the sun's surface, it is getting hotter than MY MOOOOM…!

"...Get Scwifty...!"

"...Mississippi Queen, if you know..!"

"And now, this is Mordecai and Rigby live from LA with our musical guests today, Rita the Cat and Eddie Vedder will be performing a song."

Wakko sat in the back with the other two Warners and sighed in relief. "Oh good, something normal for once."

The hair on the back of their necks rose as they heard first few guitar notes of Black Hole Sun eerily plucked from the speakers.

"In my eyes, indisposed, In disguises no one knows...", Rita sang.

Realizing this was a sign of worse to come, the driver looked down at radio with dread.

"Oh fuuuck no!" The car screeched to a stop. The driver kicked them out with a swift kick. "You kids aren't roping me into this craziness."

"Hey come back!" Wakko and Dot shouted at the guy as he speed away high speed, barely missing a semi-truck skidding across an intersection. Somehow they could still hear the music.

"...And my youth I pray to keep, Heaven, sent hell away"

"We're not giving you 5 stars!" Yakko yelled at him.

An ambient drone undercut the music with a vibration that rumbled the entire ground beneath their toes. The large dot on the sun had completely overtaken and had now blocked out all of its bright rays. Instead, the head of Flavio the Hippo appeared in the dot, smiling down at them with a toothy grin. It then opened its mouth and began sucking in air like a straw. And the music at this point was deafeningly loud.

"...Black hole Sun, won't you come. Wash away the rain…"

Trees and skyscrapers squished into purple pus-like orbs, floating their way into the ginormous void above them. Bloodshot eyes in the skies stared down at them, screaming for vengeance and lustless agony. Tears filled with clams and shrimp glistened down its victims.

"I think whoever is writing this dream has officially checked out!" Yakko said, covering his ears.

"We're dreaming? Then how come I can actually taste this shrimp?" Wakko held up a half-eaten shrimp he'd picked up off the ground, it was the size of his head. For extra measure ,both Yakko and Dot pinched their cheeks. They hurt.

"Oh, God…"

The sun descended in the west upon the sparse horizon, the Flavio shaped star widened his gaping mouth and increased its gravitational pull, sucking in anything in his path. People, prairie dogs, pets, and including the Warners themselves.

"Hang on!" Yakko yelled over the apocalypse, his terrified siblings clutching to him tightly. The ground below them pulled away like crumbled cookie crumbs, spilling away into a sea of a dark blue ocean.

The water tower they'd come to call their home had smashed against a nearby gas station. Some of the gas began leaking out and flooding into the street. In a desperate attempt to stay afloat, they grabbed onto the broken legs of the tower and held on with their feet helplessly dangling in the wind.

The girrafe knocked into the trio, loosening Dot's grip on her brothers. She could do nothing but scream as she disappeared in the swirling dark void.

"Dot!" Yakko screamed.

"Yakko, I don't feel so good." Wakko croaked. He started to disintegrate in a haze of chili powder and pepper. Yakko watched his brother disappear like an open KoolAid into the black hole.

"...Won't you come, won't you come..."

"Wak...?"

The final guitar chords were coming near. An earspiltting rumble came just above his numb head. He looked up. On top of him was a planet-sized pitcher of the Mississippi Queen drink falling from the sky, topped with a nice Molotov cocktail. Yakko closed his eyes just before it connected to the ground with a final earth-shattering smash.

original link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13263720/2/The-Trip

[kurtbastian-land]

The Reality

Prompt by: @kurtbastianlover

“Hi if you don't mind I have another request. In the episode where Kurt finds out that Blaine is dating Dave, could you reverse it the way that Blaine would be the one who wants to get back together but Kurt moved on with Sebastian, both are Lima because of glee reunion?”

A/N: Sorry it took awhile! Life got hectic.

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Blaine couldn’t believe his eyes as a notification popped up on his Facebook.

Kurt E. Hummel is at Lima Bean

15 minutes ago • Lima, Ohio

He shouldn’t. Blaine knows he shouldn’t. It was useless to attempt anything again with Kurt. The way things ended, there was a permanent end to it. Blaine knows that, but can he really live with himself if he doesn’t try to give his relationship with Kurt one last shot?

He was sure the three years that they were together had to mean something. No, it does mean something. Needing no more reassurance or persuasion, Blaine closed his laptop shut, curling his fingers around his keys at the offside of his desk. Taking a quick look at himself, deeming himself acceptable looking, Blaine quickly made his way to the Lima Bean. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?

They’ve only been apart for a couple of weeks.

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Scandals... could never compare to the bar scene in New York. Blaine couldn’t help but compare. Blaine doesn’t know if it was just the general atmosphere that was different or was it the memories the club holds.

One held happier memories of Kurt and Blaine entering and leaving the bar together, the other had an interloper. It was no surprise which bar Blaine would rather be at but they were at Lima, choices were something they never really had. So Blaine plucked up the courage, barely catching Kurt leaving the Lima Bean and asked if he would like to catch up tonight at Scandals.

Kurt looked at him hesitantly, turning around once and Blaine couldn’t make out who was looking at, only a figure getting into a car and just staying there, obviously waiting for Kurt.

“Sure,” Kurt finally said out and Blaine did a little victory dance in his head while still maintaining his composure outwardly, “I needed to talk to you about something important anyway.”

Nodding his head eagerly, “sure sure sure, I’m pretty sure we have a lot of things to talk about.”

With that conversation being done and fast forward to a couple of hours later, cue Blaine sitting by himself at the bar counter, refusing to get himself a drink until Kurt arrived.

Finally, the man of the hour arrived, looking as flawless as ever, eyes searching the area, searching for him (Blaine barely managing to restrain himself from grinning too smugly at the men whose eyes are obviously on Kurt, calculating the risk of approaching the newcomer in attempts to woo him).

Well, suck it up fellas because the only reason Kurt Hummel is in the club was because of him and Kurt Hummel is with him.

“Kurt!” Blaine called out, raising his hand in attempts to gain the attention of the latter. When Kurt’s eyes finally landed on him, Kurt gave a subtle nod of acknowledgment and a small smile before making his way him.

“Hey, I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” Kurt apologized as he took his seat.

Waving away the apology, Blaine reassures Kurt, “Nah, don’t worry about it. I’m surprised you even showed up or even agree to meet up. You know... since we didn’t actually end things in the most amicable way possible.

A wave of hopefulness took over Blaine when Kurt winced slightly at the reminder of their actual last meeting, harsh words exchanged which led to the end of their engagement. It was the reaction that made Blaine believe that reconciliation is possible. If it happened before, who’s to say it won’t happen again?

“Ugh, I’m going to need a drink soon if we’re already going to talk about that dreadful conversation,” Kurt moaned, covering his face in embarrassment.

“A Shirley temple for you Hummel?” a voice from behind Kurt, teased, “because I heard you’re like the designated driver, like always.”

Both Blaine and Kurt looked up to find Sebastian Smythe approaching them with a familiar smirk on his face. Blaine felt himself panic a little at the sight of the man that has always been a sore spot for Kurt between them and having that sore spot joining them is certainly not going to help in getting Kurt... wait -

Blaine blinked his eyes rapidly as he watched Sebastian placed a quick kiss on the top of Kurt’s head before casually slinging his arm around Kurt’s shoulder.

“God babe, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to say that,” Sebastian said to Kurt, eyes sparkling in joy at being able to now poke fun at what was once a terrible moment in their lives.

“Hey Blaine,” Sebastian nodded in Blaine’s direction, who still has not stopped staring at him in shock, “Blaine?”

“I... Sebastian... Kurt?” Blaine barely managed to splutter out coherent sentences.

Sebastian leaned into towards Kurt and in a stage whisper, “I think I broke him, Kurt.”

“Yes,” Sebastian said mockingly, “you Blaine, me Sebastian, he Kurt.”

Rolling his eyes, Kurt nudged Sebastian’s side, clearly catching on what Sebastian was trying to do, and the bodily harm was a clear warning to tone things down. Knowing how anxious Kurt was about this meeting, Sebastian decided to spare Kurt any unnecessary awkwardness.

“Fine,” Sebastian groaned, dragging a bar stool to sit next to Kurt and still be part of his conversation with Blaine, “I’ll play nice.”

“So Blaine...” Kurt carefully said, side-eyeing Sebastian, “you know the important thing I said we needed to talk about?”

Still dumbfounded, Blaine nodded slowly, thinking to himself that he should have gotten that drink when he had the chance.

The next 10 minutes of the conversation Kurt and Blaine shared became a blur and Blaine could barely comprehend the words Kurt was saying.

“Bas and I are dating.”

Why is it suddenly getting hot in here?

“We bumped into each other at a coffee shop, ironically enough and then somehow, here we are, dating.”

Blaine feels nauseated. This wasn’t part of the plan. This wasn't supposed to happen. His plan was simple, it was foolproof.

“And I thought it would be best if you heard it directly from me, instead of the Warbler Reunion, you know, to save you from the surprise,” Kurt nervously explained, tapping his fingers anxiously against his thigh as he waits for Blaine to say something.

Kurt was supposed to come and they would talk about whatever happened between them, reminisce about better memories before agreeing that it was in both of their best interests to get back together.

“Blaine?” Kurt called out, worry clearly etched on his face.

“I was wrong before babe,” Sebastian stated in amusement, “I think you broke him.”

“No no no no,” Blaine squeaked out. He cleared his throat and readjusted his bow tie, “I’m fine. I’m fine. A little shock but it’s cool. That’s cool. We’re cool.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing a word Blaine was saying but he wasn’t in the mood to poke a sleeping bear. In this case, the bear is Blaine’s denial of their relationship.

“Well...” Kurt dragged out, turning to his side to stare pointedly at Sebastian, “since we all managed to get past that awkward part of that conversation...”

“We figured,” Sebastian swiftly jumped in, “that we could all just move on from whatever happened in high school. No weird tensions, or misguided impression that this is some elaborate plot of mess with people’s emotions.”

“Or what Sebastian is trying to say is,” Kurt interrupted, “let’s all be friends and forget whatever past the three of us shared.”

Dear God, if this is some kind of weird twisted punishment for cheating on Kurt, Blaine is terrified of what’s to come in the future. What kind of reality is he in to have his ex dating the guy who tried to come between them for months, attempting to woo Blaine, only for the guy to end up with Kurt instead?

“Sure,” Blaine said weakly, “that sounds fun.”

“Actually, you know what, I just remembered I promised my parents to be home by 11. You remember how my parents can get. It doesn’t matter if you’re 12 or 21. If you live under their roof, you live by their rules,” Blaine began to babble as he pocketed his phone and wallet.

“Oh, if it can’t be helped. I guess we’ll see you at the Warbler’s reunion?” Kurt offered, standing up to give Blaine a quick hug goodbye to which was half-heartedly returned.

Blaine nodded at Kurt, a stiff smile plastered on his face as he walked backward, barely stumbling over bar stools that were in his way, “oh you bet. In fact, I can’t wait to see the look on the Warblers’ face when you guys make your big announcement.”

Giving a final wave goodbye, Blaine turned around and took all of his willpower to not bolt out of the establishment.

Kurt and Sebastian watched as Blaine made his way out of the bar, until the door closed behind him. Eyes still not leaving the door, Kurt felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist with Sebastian effectively placing his chin on Kurt’s shoulder.

“You do know he’s probably circling that date and making notes in all caps to not show up on that day right?” Sebastian pointed out, placing gentle kisses on Kurt’s shoulder, slowly trailing up to the crook of his neck, stopping to gently nibble Kurt’s ear.

Grinning to himself, Kurt wiggled out of Sebastian’s embrace (much to Sebastian’s disappointment), so that he could face the latter. Draping his arms on Sebastian’s shoulder, Kurt smiled slyly at his boyfriend, “I know. Why else do you think I asked you to come tonight?”

“If I know Blaine any better,” Kurt tilted his head to the side, “which I do. I think I just saved us from a very unnecessary and painful serenade. Leaving us free from glares and dagger eyes from the others all night.”

Shaking his head in amusement, Sebastian simply bent down slightly to press his lips against Kurt’s, gently pushing him against the counter. Kurt let out a sigh as he allowed himself to get lost in the moment of just being with his boyfriend.

Now this, this was the moment his 16 year old self longed for the moment he stepped into Scandals all those years ago. And who would have thought he was meant to have this moment with Sebastian Smythe?

[inkribbon796]

Hearts Club: Candied Roses

Summary: Iplier never thought much about Valentine’s Day, but this year with another help from someone, he might have a shot at a happy Valentine’s Day.

<= Back to Main

Dr. Iplier was sitting in his office at the hospital. His shift was basically over and it was Valentine’s Day, and like a complete coward he was sitting at work, trying not to go back to the base and have to deal with all the couples coming and going from the main area.

He also had to change the Host’s bandages because the doctor didn’t trust him to take care of himself. But the last thing he wanted was for King to be around while did it.

Iplier was probably making assumptions, but the two seemed close. He’d walked into the library on more than one occasion and seen the two talking and laughing at something. Either the Host really thought King’s jokes were funny, or there was something Iplier was missing.

Finally he just packed his stuff up and left. He could probably badger Henrik to watch movies with him. There were more than a handful of heroes without dates, even if it meant hearing Roman lament about not having someone as he laid on the couch eating ice cream like the drama queen he was.

Iplier took his car, constantly looking over his shoulder for a villain to attack him. He’d been kidnapped by the League from this very parking lot on more than one occasion, and even after the first time he’d gotten suspicious of being out in the open.

He wasn’t attacked and got into the base without incident.

“Tag, Edvard,” Henrik greeted as he walked into the main room. “You are late.”

Iplier took stock of the room. Roman was taking up most of the couch, with Henrik squished into the arm. Robbie was sitting in front of him. Eric was curled up in one of the bean bag chairs. In the kitchen area, Virgil was laying on top of the counter top destroying the contents of a box of Pocky.

“Sup,” Virgil greeted, three sticks of Pocky in his mouth.

“What we watching this year boys?” Iplier sighed and walked over.

“Mouse Hunt,” Henrik answered, staring at the screen.

“Why?”

“Cause I need a laugh,” Henrik reminded, a huge bowl of popcorn in his lap.

“That and Nathan Lane has a fine ass,” Roman agreed, spoon still in his mouth, a bucket of butter pecan ice cream on his stomach, with chocolate syrup poured directly into the box.

“Hey, Princey,” Virgil jabbed. “If I wanted to watch a movie with the Duke, I would have gone back to the apartment to watch him and Dee make out on the table.”

“You take that back, you no-taste charlatan!” Roman barked out in offense.

“You two should make out in ze closet already,” Henrik scoffed. “Ze others already have.”

Virgil began having a coughing fit.

“I spent eleven years too long in there,” Roman rebuked. “You ain’t locking my fine ass back up.”

Then Roman smiled at Virgil, leaning over so he could see him, “You okay there, My Chemical No-Romance?”

“I hate you,” Virgil coughed out.

Eric was looking at Virgil in concern, “D-Do you need some water?”

“M’ fine,” Virgil was already running the tap to grab something to drink to clear his throat. 

“O-Okay,” Eric answered.

“You want us to start over?” Roman asked Iplier.

The doctor looked at his watch, “Nah, keep going, I have to go check the Host’s bandages, bet he’s been hiding out all day.”

“Ja, he refused to let me near him,” Henrik confirmed. “Ze man has a preference.”

“No he’s just a stubborn ass,” Iplier grumbled and started to walk towards the door that would take him to the elevator.

The American doctor was gone for five seconds before Virgil rolled over onto his stomach, taking the broken Pocky stick out of his mouth. “Five bucks says he doesn’t come back.”

“Ten says he comes back with a hickey,” Roman snagged some popcorn from Henrik.

The German doctor rolled his eyes, pulling the bowl away, “Nein, you have ice cream all over zhose hands of yours!”

As his friends argued and talked about him, Iplier was taking his medical bag and just stalked towards the elevator. He was trying to clear his head, because it was practically buzzing like a swarm of anxious bees.

His mind always went back to the Host, despite his best efforts to stay professional and ethical about his patient. Iplier didn’t know everything about what the Host used to be before they met. King was upfront about his tax evasion and auditing crimes that he was still on probation for, but Host never talked about it.

Or he couldn’t. The American doctor wasn’t sure which the problem was. Iplier was sure Marvin had been trying to connect the dots too. If King had worked for Dark, and Host had come to Dr. Iplier with him, then it didn’t take a private investigator to figure out that Host probably had too.

He reached the elevator and was about to hit the button when he saw King rushing over to him. “Hey, Doc, hold the door.��

Iplier punched the button a little bit harder than necessary. “King, I haven’t changed Host’s bandages all day, I don’t have time.

When King got to him, he noticed five roses made out of hard candy wrapped in brown paper, a golden ribbon tying it all together. “I’ll just take it down with you then.”

The doctor could have screamed, but the elevator showed up, even if it was slow.

“I would have thought you’d be down there with him already,” Iplier reminded, stepping inside with King.

“I checked on him a couple hours ago,” King waved his free hand. “Guy almost took my head off. Anyways, can’t stay, park tends to get a little crazy on the holidays. Can you do us all a favor and hand these to Host?”

He held up the wrapped roses, and Iplier took a deep breath, afraid for a second that when he opened his mouth he’d start screaming. Frustrated and angry, he finally barked, “Do your own dirty work, kid.”

“I am,” King scoffed. “Host wants to take forever, so I’m giving him a kick in the right direction.”

“I’m not giving your boyfriend flowers and chocolate, do it yourself, just make sure you’re not in my way when I change his bandages.”

The door started to open, but King was faster, darting his arm out to close the door.

“King, get out of my way,” Iplier spat.

Slowly a look of shock and surprise wrapped over King’s face, as if the gears in his head were finally turning the way he wanted them to. “Wait, wait, wait. You think I’m dating Host?”

Iplier almost hit him.

The younger hero looked like he was somewhere between amused as hell, and deeply disgusted. “No,” he balked. “Is that why you’ve been so passive-aggressively pissed at me since forever?”

“If you’re not dating then what is going on between you two?” Iplier asked.

“Doc, we’re brothers,” King told him. “I mean, we’re adopted but if that doesn’t count then nothing does.”

“Oh,” Iplier said, feeling silly and embarrassed.

“Here, give these to the Host,” King was still chuckling to himself. “Both of you are ridiculous.”

Finally he pressed the button to open the door back up, leaning against the door. Iplier took them carefully, noticing that the candy rose petals had strands of gold mixed into the sugar.

Stepping out, Iplier looked back at him, “Where’d you get these?”

“Made ‘em,” King looked inordinately proud of himself. “Trade family secret. Got a whole cookbook of pastry and candy recipes. They’re some black ops level stuff though so, good luck.”

With that he closed the door, and left Iplier alone in front of the door.

Glancing down at the roses, Iplier was frozen in place. Host was probably a mess, and he needed help. The blind man clearly had very little desire to protect himself, easily getting swept up in his visions and stories. It was one of the things Iplier had always loved about him, how passionate he was about his books.

Slowly he started to make his way towards the desk at the center of the massive library. The walk gave him time to think and plan. He was admittedly nervous, Host was going to pick up on the flowers eventually.

“Hey Host,” Iplier began, finally reaching the desk. “I heard you didn’t let Henrik patch you up.”

The doctor froze, there was a folded letter at the front of the Host’s desk. Iplier’s name was written in the Host’s fancy, flowing calligraphy.

“Greetings, Doctor,” the Host smiled. “As for the German doctor, the Host much prefers his current doctor’s steady hand over another’s.”

Iplier set his bag down so he could pick the paper up. “What’s this?”

“It is for the Host’s good doctor,” the Host answered. “Words that he would like to say before the King of the Squirrels involves himself in the Host’s business again.”

“Oh,” Iplier opened the letter to see that it was a poem, words twisted in the shape of Iplier’s face. The prose was flowy and very much in the Host’s style. It took a bit before Iplier fully realized that Host had written him a love poem. Entire sentences detailing his appearance and steady nerve. How the doctor had saved the Host not only from death but from himself.

“Host, did you make this for me?” Dr. Iplier asked.

“The Host spent a great deal of time on what to make so that the good doctor would not ask such a question,” the Host answered. “Does the Doctor like his gift?”

“Of course I do,” Iplier answered. “I love it.”

The Host seemed to let out a sigh of relief. “The Host is glad.”

“I have something for you too, sorry it’s not something homemade,” Iplier apologized and gently passed the flowers over to the Host, suddenly very nervous.

The blind seer let out a chuckle, his narrations quietly describing the flowers to himself, tracing his fingers over it. “Ahh, the Doctor got these from King right?”

“Did you see it in one of your visions?” Iplier asked, realizing that he’d been holding his breath for a bit.

“No, the King of the Squirrels learned how to make these from one of his adopted fathers, he is meddling in the Host’s personal affairs again,” the Host answered, all his focus seemingly on the flowers.

“Oh,” Iplier get his heart constrict a little.

“It is not unappreciated, as it got Iplier and the Host to interact with each other,” Host commented. “The Host very much likes his doctor.”

“I like you a lot too,” Iplier agreed. “Maybe if you’re up for it I can order in some food? I know you don’t like to go out into town.”

The Host whipped his head up to look at him, smiling warmly. “The Host would very much like that, he thanks the Doctor.”

Iplier smiles and after a quick discussion he ordered some Chinese food to the base, and then began changing the Host’s bandages. The two of them talking quietly in the mostly darkened library.

Two men huddled close together admit the smell of old book dust, a tinge of blood, and the sterilization of the doctor’s tools.

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Aubrey knew perfectly well that she got herself in this situation. She knew exactly why she was jammed in the back of Ned’s Lincoln with Dani and Jake. She knew that she’d be pressed against the window for an entire hour. Now, she was going to have to deal with the consequences.

She didn’t know why Jake had insisted on Dani sitting in the middle. Dani was taller than him, so logically, she should have had a side seat. Aubrey also didn’t know why Jake was wearing a shit-eating grin when he suggested it. Dani was too nice to refuse.

The road to Snowshoe wasn’t in the best shape. There was uneven pavement and potholes everywhere. Ned also seemed to manage to hit every single one. Each time, it would jostle Dani into Aubrey. A few times, Dani had to grab Aubrey’s shoulder in an effort to prevent herself from flying forward.

Aubrey was, in the nicest way possible, dying. Her crush on Dani was something that she was trying to hide, but she felt like she was being incredibly obvious. She hadn’t spoken a word since she entered the car out of fear of stammering or slipping up. She just looked out the window and tried to keep her face from getting red.

Unfortunately, Dani began to talk to Aubrey. She leaned over and whispered, “So, why are we here again?” into Aubrey’s ear.

“I just wanted a pumpkin spice latte,” Aubrey said, trying to not sound miserable. “And then you said you’d never had Starbucks so we had to fix that. Then Jake said he wanted Starbucks as well.”

“Is Starbucks really that good?” Dani said.

“No,” Aubrey said, “I just really wanted a pumpkin spice latte.”

“You convinced Ned to drive for an hour just so you could get a latte,” Dani said.

“I am very persuasive,” Aubrey said.

“And why is Duck here?” Dani said.

“I’d also like to know that,” Duck said from the front seat.

“Because!” Ned said.

“Because what?” Duck demanded.

“Just because!” Ned said.

Duck turned around so he was facing the back of the car. He glared at Aubrey, “This is your fault.”

Aubrey gave him the thumbs up and a sheepish smile, “It is.”

Ned hit a pothole. Aubrey felt like he did it on purpose this time, because Duck hit his head on the roof of the car and Dani nearly collided with Duck. Aubrey reached out, wrapping arms around Dani’s middle and steadying her.

“Thanks,” Dani said, a smile on her face.

“No problem,” Aubrey muttered back.

“Can you fucking learn how to drive?” Duck said, whirling back around.

“I don’t think so!” Ned said cheerily. Duck glared at him. Ned ignored it, and just said, “We’re almost there!”

Aubrey looked out the window, and saw that she could see the Starbucks from here. The parking lot was practically empty. They would most likely be the only customers in the store.

Ned pulled in, and they all filed out of the car. Aubrey stretched as she got out, and then extended her arms to point at the Starbucks sign, “Welcome, my friends, to Starbucks.”

“I expected something fancier,” Jake said.

“Yeah,” Dani said. “Like? Stain-glass windows and gold-leaf.”

“It’s a coffee shop,” Aubrey said, dropping her arms.

“Yeah, an expensive coffee shop,” Dani said.

“Indeed,” Ned said.

“Okay, but it’s also a chain restaurant,” Aubrey said, “It’s not going to be like a five-star cafe.”

“Ahh,” Dani said.

“Can we just get coffee, please?” Duck said.

“Alright,” Ned said.

They filed into the shop. Aubrey immediately bounced over to the counter.

“Hello, welcome to Starbucks, how can I help you?” The barista said.

“Hi!” Aubrey said, “Can I please get a grande pumpkin spice latte?”

“Sure thing,” the barista said. “Anything else?”

Aubrey waved Dani over. Dani nervously shuffled over. She looked up at the menu, clearly intimidated.

“What can I get for you?” the barista asked.

“Um,” Dani looked up at the menu. She turned to Aubrey and whispered, “There’s so much?”

“She’ll have the grande berry hibiscus refresher,” Aubrey said.

“And the names?” the barista said.

Aubrey gave the barista their names. She noticed that they spent more time on Dani’s cup than Aubrey’s. Aubrey didn’t bother commenting on it as she paid.

They stepped over to wait for their drinks. Once they got them, they found a table. Aubrey happily sipped her drink as she watched the rest of her friends order.

Duck just looked tired when he slid into the booth. He took a long drag of his drink before he said, “Why do they have more than one blend of coffee?” He didn’t give them time to answer. “Who needs three different kinds of coffee?”

“I don’t know?” Aubrey said.

“Like? What the fuck is a blond coffee?” Duck said.

“It’s Elle Woods,” Ned said, sitting down next to Duck. Aubrey looked at Ned’s drink. It was an unholy bright pink colour.

“What did you order?” Aubrey asked as Ned swirled the straw around.

“It is a vanilla bean frappe with raspberry syrup and dragon fruit,” Ned said.

“It hurts my eyes to look at,” Dani told him.

“It hurts my soul to conceptualize it,” Aubrey said.

“It tastes quite good, if you were wondering,” Ned said.

Jake finally joined them, also holding a pink drink with a mountain of whipped cream on it. It was less pink than Ned’s.

“Strawberry frappe?” Aubrey asked.

“I like it because it’s pink,” Jake said with a nod. He sat down next to Dani, and then said, “What’s that on your cup?”

“Huh?” Dani said, turning the cup around. “Oh.”

Aubrey looked over. In neat handwriting on the cup was a phone number, with the message call me written next to it. Aubrey tried to suppress her jealousy. It wasn’t Dani’s fault that she was absolutely gorgeous.

“How do I explain that I don’t have a phone?” Dani said.

“Just ignore it,” Aubrey said, a little harsher than she intended.

“It feels rude to just… throw away the cup,” Dani said.

“It’s unprofessional,” Aubrey said.

“Quite,” Ned agreed. “They should have asked you directly for your phone number.”

Dani laughed, “I don’t think that’s professional, either.”

“I suppose so,” Ned said with a shrug.

“Here, Dani,” Aubrey said, changing the subject. She handed over her drink, “Try some.”

“Does it taste like coffee?” Dani asked, wrinkling her nose as she took the cup.

“No, it tastes like sweet,” Aubrey said.

Dani took a sip, and made a face. “It tastes like coffee.”

“Oh,” Aubrey said, taking the cup back. “I don’t think so.”

“I like mine better,” Dani said, “It actually tastes like sweet.”

“Let me try,” Aubrey said. Dani slid the drink to her. Aubrey had a swig of it. Dani was right. It was incredibly sweet.

“What did you get?” Ned asked. He had an expression on his face that made Aubrey a little uncomfortable. She couldn’t exactly place what it was.

“The berry hibiscus,” Dani said, “That’s what you called it, right?”

“Yeah,” Aubrey said.

“Oh?” Ned said, a grin spreading on his face. “Did Aubrey suggest it?”

“Yeah?” Dani said.

“In Victorian times, giving a hibiscus meant that you were acknowledging the receiver’s beauty,” Ned said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Aubrey felt her face flushing. That was why Ned had a shit-eating grin on his face. She tried to subtly flip him off from under the table. Ned gave her a smug wink.

“Neat!” Dani said.

“Why do you know this?” Duck said.

“I’m gay,” Ned said, as if that were an answer enough.

“You certainly are,” Duck said, sounding tired.

“Somebody has to be,” Ned said.

“You’re literally sitting at a table of gays, my dude,” Jake told him, before he took a long sip of his frappe.

Ned rolled his eyes, “I’m the supreme gay.”

Jake looked offended, “No way! You don’t get to claim that title.”

“I do believe that I do,” Ned said.

“Dani, I’m more gay than Ned, right?” Jake said.

“Sure thing,” Dani said, noncommittally.

Jake and Ned continued to bicker. Duck nursed his coffee and tried to mediate.

Dani looked on with a smile. She leaned over to Aubrey, “Starbucks isn’t really that good.”

“Not really,” Aubrey said. “Sorry.”

“Nah,” Dani said, “It was worth it.”

“Yeah?” Aubrey said.

“Yeah,” Dani said. “Definitely worth it.”

“Why?” Aubrey said.

“I got to spend time with you,” Dani mumbled, looking away from Aubrey.

Aubrey smiled. “I feel the same.”

Dani smiled back, and leaned on Aubrey. “Let’s never come back here.”

“Agreed.”

[mamabearcat]

OK FIRST OF ALL YOU ARE THE FIRST PERSON I KNOW OF SINCE I JOINED TUMBLR A FEW YEARS BACK THAT’S BOTH IN THE INUYASHA AND FAIRY TAIL FANDOMS❤️🙌 IM GLAD IM NOT ALONE ANYMORE😭 For the kiss prompt #2 for Nalu please❤️ girl i apologize in advance if I blow up your messages from now on😅

Eeeey, hey nonny! There’s a few of us around - if you follow my reblogs you’re sure to find a few more! And I’m always up for a chat - not sure where you are exactly, but I’m an Aussie, so our timezones may be different, so don’t be disheartened if I don’t answer straight away, I may just be snoozing! And as a heads up, I save all the really hot stuff for AO3, just because I know some of my followers are younger. But anyways, here you go!

Natsu leaned his elbow on the bar, watching Lucy, Levy and Cana dancing and laughing out on the hurriedly cleared dance floor. The trestle tables had been pushed back to the walls of the guild with chairs stacked haphazardly on top, and the space left was filled with happy guild members in various stages of inebriation. He couldn’t even remember the reason for the party; possibly someone’s birthday, maybe a successful mission - Fairytail never needed much of an excuse. 

He scanned the crowd. There were quite a few new guild members who’d joined since the Grand Magic Games. He smiled wryly - strange how everyone wanted to join now they were acknowledged as winners by royalty and had a brand new guild hall, when just a month ago they were the lowest of the low.

“The girls seem to be having a good time”, murmured Mira, bringing him over a second glass of fire whiskey. “Why aren’t you out there with them? You’d usually be out there dancing up a storm with Lucy?”

Natsu sipped at the whiskey, appreciating the warm burn down his throat. “Nah, I hate the music Freed picks when it’s his turn to DJ”, he groused. “Too peppy.”

Mira winked at him. “Just happy to watch huh?”

“Quit it Mira”, he grumbled, taking another sip of his drink. 

Ever since they’d returned from the games, the gossip about him and Lucy had increased tenfold. He heard ‘Are they / aren’t they’ whispers all around the guild, even out amongst the civilians in Magnolia. And the thing was, he would be happy to take it to the next level, but Lucy always got so goddamn flustered every time they got too close. 

So he kept backing off, keeping their friendship happy and light, just like always, at a level she was comfortable with. People thought him oblivious, but he was just biding his time. He was happy to wait until she was ready. He’d wait forever for Lucy.

“Don’t watch for too long Natsu”, said Mira, nudging his elbow, “looks like you got competition.”

Natsu’s eyes snapped to Lucy. One of the newer male guild members was dancing a little too close to her. Every time she shuffled to one side to get closer to Cana or Levy, he closed the gap, even when the other girls swapped places as they danced to move her away from him, making it blatantly obvious that she didn’t want to be near him. Then he started touching her as they danced - a hand on her arm, a brush on her waist. He saw Lucy say something to the guy with a friendly smile, but the touches continued, increased even. Lucy was starting to look uncomfortable. He got up from his seat at the bar with a scowl, about to step in when Lucy caught his eye and winked at him.

Moving slower now, letting Lucy handle things herself, he walked onto the dance floor instead of storming over ready to solve the problem with his fist. He grinned from the sidelines as she ‘accidentally’ stumbled, her high heeled boot grinding directly onto the toes of the man who had just put both hands on her hips, ready to grind in behind her.

“Oh, how very clumsy of me”, she giggled, hiding her smile behind her hand at the man’s pained expression. “I did warn you not to get so close - I’m a very clumsy dancer. Isn’t that right Natsu?” 

“Yup”, agreed Natsu, stepping forward to casually throw an arm around Lucy’s shoulders. “You’d do well to back off buddy.” His tone was friendly, but the threat was definitely there.

The man scowled and shrugged, disappearing off into the crowd.

“You okay Luce?”, Natsu bent to whisper into her ear. 

“Yup”, she grinned, bumping her hip playfully into his. “He wasn’t too hard to handle. Besides, I knew I could count on you to step in if things got dicey.”

Natsu grinned at her. “Always, Luce.” He began to walk back to the bar, but Lucy grabbed his hand as the music started up again. 

“No, don’t go, I love this song. Stay and dance with me Natsu!” Natsu grinned as she grabbed his arm, then threw her hands up above her head as her hips swayed to the beat. They danced around each other, each coming up with more and more ridiculous moves, until Lucy was giggling hysterically.

“I need some fresh air”, she hiccuped as the song ended, dragging Natsu off the crowded dance floor and out the front doors of the guild hall. 

The air outside was much cooler, and Natsu gave a sigh of relief. As much as he loved parties at the guild, a warm room full of sweaty drunk bodies wasn’t as much fun for him if he weren’t sweaty and drunk himself. He drew in a deep cleansing breath, looking upwards towards the stars. He could hear the music start up again inside, a swirling insistent beat.

“Hey Natsu, would you dance with me?”

He looked at Lucy with a puzzled expression. Didn’t she just drag him outside because she needed a break and some fresh air? He shrugged, taking her hand to lead her back to the dance floor, but she tugged him over to the side of the guild instead, into the shadows. 

“No, out here. Where we’re alone.”

Natsu looked at her quizzically. 

A blush rose to pink Lucy’s cheeks, and she huffed out an impatient breath, blowing her fringe out of her eyes. “I know I get embarrassed easily”, she began, twisting her fingers together, “and a lot of that has to do with the fact that people are always watching us, waiting for us to be together. I know that you’ve heard people saying that too.”

Natsu stepped forward to brush the long section of hair out of Lucy’s eyes, tucking it behind her ear. “I have Luce, but that’s not what’s important.”

“What is important Natsu?” Lucy whispered, her brown doe like eyes blinking up at him. They seemed to shimmer in the starlight, and he thought she’d never looked more beautiful.

“What’s important is what we want”, he said softly. “I care about you Luce, a whole lot, and I’ll be by your side however you want me to be, for as long as you want me to be.”

“What... what if I decided that I wanted more than what we have now?” said Lucy hesitantly, her hand reaching out to softly rest on Natsu’s chest.

He grinned at her. “Then I’d say I’m ready to take that step with you, as slow or as fast as you want me to.”

“Dance with me Natsu”, Lucy smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. Natsu’s arms slid down her sides to rest lightly on her hips as they rocked to the music, gradually finding a rhythm, gradually drawing closer, until Lucy’s chest was pressed tightly against Natsu’s, and his thigh was between hers. 

Natsu’s eyes kept drifting down to Lucy’s softly pouting lips. He longed to taste them, wondering if they were as pillow soft as he’d always thought, wondering if she tasted as good as she smelt. Her small pink tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip and he almost groaned aloud. Did he dare kiss her now? Would she back away, startle like a frightened deer, or would she embrace their new closeness?

He tested the waters by rubbing his cheek against hers as they danced, breathing in her strawberry shampoo scented hair. He nuzzled his nose against hers, felt the tickle of her long lashes against his cheek, brushed his lips on her cheek near the corner of her mouth, then pulled back, leaving the next step to her.

With a blush and a self conscious giggle, she obliged, tilting her face up to kiss him softly. Butterfly kisses, fluttering, barely there, tickling almost. He was content to keep their kisses soft, not wanting to frighten her, but to his great surprise she deepened the kiss and her tongue hesitantly entered his mouth, sensuously prodding his own, gliding softly over his fangs. He felt like he’d died and gone to heaven, his blood rushing hot beneath his skin, like molten lava. 

Lucy moaned softly into his mouth as he returned the kiss, their tongues now dancing instead of their bodies as they wrapped themselves tightly around each other. There was no space between them but Natsu didn’t feel close enough, didn’t feel like he’d ever be close enough. 

A small cough had Natsu on full alert, pushing a flustered Lucy behind him, ready to berate whoever had interrupted this precious moment.

“Nice night for it”, commented Master softly, hands behind his back, rocking on his heels. “Just wanted to warn you that the party’s breaking up, so if you don’t want an audience, you might want to take this elsewhere.”

Natsu snarled, ready to rage. This is exactly what had been holding Lucy back, everyone poking into their business. He felt Lucy’s smaller hand curl into his, entwining their fingers.

“C’mon Natsu, let’s go. You can walk me home.” She bit her lip, glancing at Master and then away again, her cheeks bright. 

Natsu turned on his heel, only pausing momentarily to hear Master’s parting words. 

“I promise I won’t say anything - they won’t hear it from me.”

Natsu shrugged, then allowed Lucy to draw him down the path that lead to the canal, and her small flat on Strawberry Street.

Master grinned at them, watching as they walked so closely they were almost on top of each other, hands tightly woven together. He had been beginning to worry that he’d have to come back from beyond the grave to see them finally together. He was happy. And besides, with all the gossips in the guild, he’d give them two days tops before somebody else found out and he’d be free to spill the beans to Mira.

[mydarlingvioletine]

Just a Puppy Crush - Chapter Eleven Ship(s): Violet/Clementine, Louis/Aasim Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

       Violet really doesn’t care for arts and crafts all that much. The only reason she had all that stuff was from the time that she and Sophie collaborated on painting Marlon’s guitar.

She could never bring herself to return it, the last string that connected her and the twins. She just let it sit and collect dust under her dresser.

      It was hard to keep her shaky hands steady as she flicked a couple of white and golden flecks onto the pin, and connected some with a thin line.

Happy with the results, she placed her project down on the dresser. Shutting the door behind her, she went to see if Louis needed help putting up holiday decorations.

        She beat her alarm, humming happily as she stuffed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She grabbed the pin from her dresser, and pecked the forehead of her mother who had passed out on the couch after a long shift.

“Get in, loser!” Louis leaned out of the car window, tapping the side of the door with impatience. “We’re going to Starbucks.”

        Violet grinned, and slung her bag into the open passenger window before placing herself down. Tapping her toes against the mat on the floor, she drowned out Louis’ frustrated rambling.

Shifting in her seat, drumming her fingernails against the dashboard, she felt good. Hell, she even brushed her hair this morning.

         “Hmm,” The pitch in Louis’ tone rose sharply, snapping Violet from her daydreaming. “This is quite the turntables. I’m pissed as fuck and you’re chipper as fuck. Is this some kind of Freaky Friday scenario?”

Violet rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide the soft smile on her face.

            “Does that mean I get to date Clem?”

“I’m not - I’m not dating Clem, you fucking clod.” Violet shifted her weight, narrowing her eyebrows when she caught his gaze in the mirror. “It means you get to sleep on a mattress on the floor of a trailer while I kick my feet up on your Gucci mattress.”

       “Gucci mattresses aren’t a thing, dude.” Louis sighed, exasperated. “I would know... and if you wanted to have a slumber party, you could’ve just asked.”

Violet scoffed and shook her head, the pin gripped tightly in her hand. She let her fingers fall back, making sure her sweaty hands didn’t affect the paint at all. All clear.

       “I still have the one you made me,” Louis chirped up, his interest set on the starry pin in her hands. “Of Geoff. It’s right next to his tank, so he can see just how handsome he is.”

Damn, that was years ago. The first time Violet went to Louis’ house, Geoff was just a baby. After so many years, he looked.... exactly the same, but angrier.

       When Violet presented him with the little art project, he squeezed her so hard she swore her spine straightened a little bit. He reluctantly let go when she attempted to prick him with the pin.

“It’s for Clem,” Violet shrugged as the words left her mouth, and she saw Louis brighten up in the corner of her eye. “I fucked up and forgot to get her something.”

      Louis nodded, lips pressed tightly together like he was hardly holding back what he wanted to say. Violet rolled her eyes, letting a strand of hair fall in front of her face.

“Just say it, Lou.”

       “Say what?” Louis feigned obliviousness while pulling into the drive thru, looking at the array of festive drinks that were advertised outside the window. “It’s just cute, that’s all. The pin... and you two little lovebirds.”

Violet groaned, pressing her forehead against the icy passenger side window, her warm breath fogging the pane. Louis ordered himself a lar-venti Vanilla Crème and a breakfast sandwich while Violet stuck with her classic choice, hot chocolate and a danish.

         They walked into Mr. Everett’s classroom, his arm slung around her as he tried and failed to hype her up. Her eyes landed on Clementine, who was sitting in her father’s chair, nose buried in a book.

Louis made a beeline for Aasim, showering him with the usual bear hugs and half-assed attempts at pick up lines while the flustered kid just tried to shrug him off.

         Her hands instinctively tightened around the cup of hot chocolate, as she flung her bag down beside her desk. After a couple reassuring sips, her stomach started to lift from its butterflies.

You got this.

       She cleared her throat, and carefully took the pin out of her pocket, cradling it in her hands as though it were as fragile as glass. With a deep breath, she stood up and started over towards Clementine.

Her eyes lifted from her book as Violet approached, and her smile was too fucking bright, a harsh contrast for this cloudy and rainy day. “Hey, Vi. How’ve you been?”

    “Yeah! I mean, I’ve been good. And hey back!” Smooth recovery. “How about you?”

Clem seemed not to notice her paralyzing awkwardness, or at least was really good at pretending not to. “Kinda tired. James pushed a late night DnD session and Lee had to come drag us away at like 1 am. Other than that, I’m good! Plus, seeing you always makes me feel better, so that’s... yeah.”

        The corners of Violet’s lips curved upwards at the small praise from Clem. With newfound bravery, she held out the pin to Clementine, free hand gripping her elbow to steady her shaky hand. “I made this for you. Y’know, since I’m the worst friend ever and didn’t get you a gift.”

Clementine gently took the pin from her hands, and Violet didn’t want to admit to herself how much she relished the small bit of contact. She softly rubbed her thumb across the pin, admiring the detail and letting her gaze shift from the pin to Violet, the same wonder and admiration still in her eyes.

      “You made this? It’s so fucking cool!” Clem chirped, pinning the starry craft project onto her jacket. “Just like the ones on my ceiling. Thanks, Vi.”

In one swift motion, the curly-haired junior quickly got up and threw her arms around Violet, happily exhaling and swaying. Her hair was still slick from her shower, and the smell of strawberry shampoo overwhelmed her. Not in a bad way, though.

       After a couple seconds, she pulled back, letting her lips brush against Violet’s already burning hot cheek. “Seriously, Vi. I’m keeping it forever.”

Flustered, Violet’s hand instinctively made its way to the back of her head, twirling the ends of her hair. “I don’t know if I’ll be around forever to ensure that, but I’ll take your word for it.”

        Clementine frowned. “I think.. I mean.. I hope... you’re around for my forever.” She sheepishly murmured, mostly to herself but loud enough so Violet could hear.

“You’d get sick of me pretty quickly,” Violet sputtered timidly, her hands fiddling with the loose seams of her jacket.

            “Nah, never.”

Violet’s lips parted to form something, anything as a response, but Mr. Everett’s booming tone stopped her in her tracks.

        “Louis, get your ass off that desk and into a seat right now.” Lee spoke sternly, his frustration immediately ceasing as he saw Clem and Violet. Violet looked over at Louis, who had promptly placed himself on top of Aasim’s desk, and shook her head.

“I’m terribly sorry my friend has no game, Mr. Everett.” Violet joked, earning a snicker from Clementine and a wholesome grin from her teacher.

       “You can just call me Lee, honey,” He placed a firm but comforting hand on her shoulder, and patted her before ushering Clementine out of his seat. “As fun as it is to watch you guys make goo-goo eyes at each other, we’re tackling polynomials today. We’re gonna need the whole period.”

Clementine responded by socking him in the arm, and turned on her heel, plopping herself down into her seat with an exaggerated groan.

       Violet shoved Louis’ kicked up feet off of her chair, and put the danish in her mouth while she dug through her backpack for her calculator.

Louis wasn’t phased, humming happily and tipping his seat back and forth, a lollipop between his lips. “Someone’s happyyy.” He practically cooed, resting his elbow on Violet, a habit that she and all his shorter friends absolutely hated.

       “What can I say, dude?” Violet paused before she pulled her pencil away from her mouth, covered in tentative chew marks. “I fucking love polynomials.”

Class always went by quicker when she knew what she was doing. Of course the greater beings wouldn’t let her relish in victory for too long. She devoured the last piece of her danish, not noticing Clem approaching her desk.

         Thankfully, she had time to swallow this time.

“Hey, are you doing anything after school?” Clem cautiously pressed, as Violet was packing up her bag.

       “Don’t think so. Why?”

“My little brother has a baseball game tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with. To hang out and stuff. There’s a killer food court just around the corner from there.” Clem’s words were soft-spoken and drawn out, like she was preparing herself to backpedal at any given moment.

        “I’ll be there.” Violet gently reassured, her heart melting as Clementine perked back up, hands clasped tightly together.

“Fuck yeah. Cool, cool beans.” Clem remarked, her smile almost blinding to look directly at. “I don’t know if they’ve got chicken nuggets per say, but they’ve got really good nachos and milkshakes. Oh, and tacos in a bag! Have you ever had one? They’re so fucking good, you’ll love them, I swear.”

       Violet let the tremulous, enthusiastic tone of Clementine’s voice carry her out of the classroom and to their next period.

She wasn’t the biggest taco fan, but given how hyped Clem was about them, she already felt herself loving them.

[softforcal]

HC's for going on tour with cal?? the love of my whole life

-when you started dating the knowledge of the on coming tour was scary but you both got so caught up in the amazingness of being together that you almost forgot about it

-until all of the sudden… the tour is in two weeks

-and it’s kinda like now what?

-i mean, does he ask you to come with him?

-he’s hanging out with the boys and brings it up

-”i mean it’s a big step, are you sure you’re sure about her?” and Calum answers “yes” without a moments thought

-because he is sure about you

-he gets home and calls you to see if he can come over, he shows up and pulls you into a hug. “i thought you were with the guys?” “i was but i wanted to come ask you something.” “yeah?” “do you want to come on tour with me?”

-two weeks later you’re walking through the airport hand in hand with the love of your life about to see the world together

-as soon as you sit down on the plane he moves the arm rest so he can pull you to his side

-its not lost on either of you that this a huge step

-”hey Cal?” “yeah baby?” “thanks for inviting me on the tour, i don’t think i could last a week without you, let alone months.”

-”so what made you invite me?” you ask, he laughs and then looks directly in your eyes “i love you.” “i love you too!” and then you’re making out on the plane and Michael begins to groan and kick the back of your seats because “knock it off!” “she said she loved me!” “okay good for you but seriously Cal we’re on a plane.”

-going to every concert and being in Cal’s section and he sings to you all the time

-fans are really nice to you because Cal hadn’t really believed in love working out until he met you and its obvious how much you love each other

-being back stage after the concerts and Cal just collapses with his head on your lap while you brush his hair and he tells you about how amazing it was

-talking about his pitch changes for live songs and whether or not they worked

-”i loved the higher pitch this time!” “are you sure?” “yeah baby it was amazing.”

-and he’s so beautiful preforming so afterwards, if its a particularly sexy show, you find a bathroom or a deserted hallway or somewhere to just fuck because he’s so hot

-and his fingers

-”your fingers must be tired after that concert.” “hmmm, they still got some life in them baby, have anything in mind?” of course you do. we all do. have you seen Calum Hood’s fingers? if not, you’re missing out big time

-long, loving kisses because you’re both so sure about this

-every day you’re sure

-he can’t fall asleep without you so you find room in his shitty tour bus bunk bed

-its a shitty bed but when you’re cuddled together you sleep like the dead because you’re so comfortable

-he’s so warm and snuggly

-talking for hours

-like spending entire bus rides just cuddling and talking about everything

-or watching netflix

-or just youtube

-its never a dull moment

-he comes up with new bass lines and sings them to you

-holding your hand

-he’s the guy that brings your hand up and kisses the back of it

-he’s the guy that kisses your cheek

-he’s the guy that presses a kiss to your forehead before you sleep

-he’s the guy that lets out a happy sigh because he’s completely content to be going to sleep next to you

-waking up next to this beautiful boy

-tracing his beautiful tattoos

-the others dont actually bug you and Cal when you’re together in the bunk bed

-like you and Cal are just so cute and wholesome on tour and in love that the others are like ‘nah, let them have their moment.’

-but as soon as you have a hotel room to yourself? no more wholesome

-like Calum can be completely in love with you and you can have really passionate cute giggly sex but we also know that this guy is a sex god who would definitely take advantage of a hotel room

-like he can do kinky too.

-every time i talk about Calum i have to mention the dom stuff, especially choking. he would definitely have a kink for his beautiful hands with their beautiful dark tattoos and rings wrapped around your neck

-so many sweet moments

-this man is king of sexy jackets on tour

-and you get to wear any and all of them

-sometimes just the jacket

-oooh, kinky sex in just his jacket from his concert

-he has such comfy clothes and they smell like Calum so you wear them when you can

-i feel like this would for sure be the relationship where you cuddle and just stare at each other and touch each others faces

-the sweetest bean

-he takes you to landmarks and out to look at cities when he can because he wants to spoil you

-so many hugs

-he just pulls you to his chest and you can both immediately let out a sigh of relief because you’re so comfortable together

-you’d have to be buds with the others, it’s just a fact

-and they do like to hang out with you but they hate taking you from Cal because he looks like such a kicked puppy when you hang out with the others instead of him

-just so much love

-listening to music and dancing together while you sing

-so many giggles

-like, falling down on a bed together giggling

-hiding your face in his chest because you’re giggling so much

-this baby gets so tired on tours and you’re his happy place

-imagine being this babies happy place

-can we please. like. please. someone. kill me now.

[weartirondad]

And You Would Smile (And That Would Be Enough) 3/6

5 times Tony helps pull Peter away from an anxiety built cliff and the 1 time Peter is on his own. (part i, part ii, part iv, part v,  part vi)

FF.net I ao3

Peter couldn’t sleep.

He’d been lying in bed for almost an hour now, tossing and turning, and he was still wide awake. His mind wouldn’t shut up and with every scenario it came up with, his heart started beating faster.

Rolling over onto his back, he pressed his index and middle finger to his neck, finding his pulse point with ease and mentally willing it to slow down.

Deep breaths, Peter. Just even out your breathing.

To no avail. His breathing continued to come out in sharp gasps and he didn’t seem to be able to control it at all. For a moment he pressed down harder on his skin, his nails digging into his flesh, but almost immediately he let go and let his arm drop down uselessly next to his body again. He clenched it to a fist instead, beating down on his mattress in frustration.

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His eyes fluttered open for what felt like the hundredth time that night and he stared at the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling he had helped pin there when Tony had first introduced him to his own room at the Tower. Of course he had started looking up constellations and had carefully chosen one that included Ursa major and minor and the North Star. It was the guiding star, always helping him find his way back home. And home, he had learned long ago, didn’t only have to be one place. It didn’t even have to be a location in the first place. Home for him was his family – Aunt May and Tony.

It calmed him down just a little bit to see the reminder of his home directly in front of him but it didn’t last very long. The doubt came back with a force that knocked the breath out of him and instinctually his hand reached to his frantically beating heart. Desperately he tried to distract himself by taking stock of the rest of his room.

Without his mind forming the command, his hands reached out to tug his Ironman plushy to him, burying his chin in the fabric that had long since started to smell like home while his fingers played with the intricate details. He sat up in his bed, hugging his knees to his chest with the plushy on top, and leaning against the collection of pillows on his bed with his back, and tried to concentrate on the small little details Tony had helped him put up in his second bedroom.

The shelf right across from his bed held all his favorite books and some scientific journals Tony had gotten him that he was still working his way through, in alphabetical order of course. On the top shelf stood all Star Wars movies in order of release and he almost smiled at the too much that was his mentor. He already had all those movies at home with May and when they watched them they usually only let F.R.I.D.A.Y. play it from her database. There was no reason for Tony to get him another copy of the movies except for Peter being ridiculously excited when confronted with the purchase.

The same had happened to his wardrobe. The first time he had opened the closet he hadn’t been able to stop his mouth from falling open. There was an entire new wardrobe, complete with both science pun shirts and fancy suits that he didn’t even dare to ask the price of. A little off to the side, in front of the full-length windows overlooking the city sat two bean bags, one red and one dark blue, still littered with the action figures Ned and him had played with last week.

And there was the huge desk standing under one of the big windows that was covered in his unfinished homework, as well as a few blue prints of a robot he was working on with Tony and the cause of his current panic – his project for this year’s Science Fair.

He felt the familiar panic rise in his chest just by looking at the half finished thing.

It was the main reason for him to be spending the second weekend at the Tower in a row – so that Tony could help him finish it. And he was helping. His mentor was doing everything exactly right, he was always letting Peter do the actual thinking and only butted in when the boy was stuck or on the wrong track. He made sure that this project was actually Peter’s and not Tony’s while never leaving him alone with it. The teenager was immensely grateful but it was the same reason that had him so worried.

How good could something that Peter Parker made actually be?

He buried his face in the plushy, trying to calm his beating heart by listening to the recording of Tony’s but he knew himself well enough by now that it wouldn’t be helping much. He was too agitated already and his thoughts running too fast and too far for him to be able to tame them on his own.

Carefully he slipped out of his bed, his naked feet hitting the soft carpet instead of the cold floor but he didn’t have the emotional capacity to feel grateful for Tony’s thoughtfulness like he normally would. No, his mind was too occupied with pointing out all the flaws on the small battery he had built that was supposed to run completely on renewable energy.

The teenager stopped for a moment, suddenly uncertain where he wanted to go in the first place. He just felt the need to get out of his room, away from the nightmare that was his own incapability, and just like that his feet started carrying him towards the elevator.

His plan was to go down to the lab and maybe look over some of his web formulas, the one thing he truly felt he was doing a good job at, but that was thwarted when he got to the living area and found his mentor sitting on one of the loveseats, staring straight ahead at a dark TV screen.

The image made him halt and curl his hand more firmly around his plushy. It was in this moment that he saw the dark rings under the older man’s eyes and the lines creasing his face telling of the weight of the world he was continuously carrying on his shoulders. He looked tired and broken and Peter hated seeing him like that.

“T-Tony?” he asked, his own voice sounding foreign in his ears and oh so quiet.

With the reaction he got, he might as well have been screaming. Wide eyes finding his with a look of terror before his mentor realized who was standing just a few feet away from him.

“Pete?” His voice was hoarse from not being used in a good hour and it had Peter make his way to the couch without a second thought. “Can’t sleep?” Tony asked as the teenager curled up next to him and reached out so he could tug himself more comfortably into the billionaire’s side.

He hummed contently when rough calloused fingers found their way into his hair and started rubbing soothing patterns onto his scalp. His face was buried into Tony’s t-shirt and he was still hugging his plushy to his stomach. In that moment he felt incredibly small and taken care of.

Instead of vocally answering he shook his head and leaned into the calming touch. “You?”

His mentor let out a harsh laugh but never stopped with the motion, “When can I ever sleep?” he asked without humor and it really told Peter a lot about his state of mind. Tony never admitted to his weaknesses in front of him. Not if it could be helped.

They were quiet for a moment after that, both basking in the feeling of not being alone, and the teenager could feel his heart rate returning to a pace at least somewhat akin to normal. He felt comfortable enough to let his eyes drop close and was surprised when it was his mentor who broke the silence.

“The Accords have been nullified for now until we can work out something that guarantees enhanced individuals basic human rights,” he told him in a quiet voice that was, even in its softness, laced with something Peter couldn’t quite identify but that called to some deeply ingrained instinct in him to protect. He did the only thing he could think of and buried his face more fully into his mentor’s chest and threw one arm, and his plushy, onto his stomach, hugging him. He felt the chuckle vibrate through his own body and it made him smile, having accomplished a reaction that wasn’t dread.

“Does that mean they’ll come back to New York?” he wanted to know quietly and almost wanted to take the words back when he felt the arms around him tighten almost painfully when Tony nodded.

“I mean the Avenger’s Compound kind of calls for the Avengers to assemble there, don’t ya think?” He tried to make light of it but the teenager had spent enough time with him to know when he was faking it.

“Are you going to move there, too?”

“Nah.” And for the first time that night there was a smile in the billionaire’s voice as he pressed a kiss to the top of Peter’s head. “Can’t leave you here all on your lonesome, can I?”

He grinned. “Nope. I don’t think your heart could take it.”

“Oh, really?” Tony huffed in amusement, “My heart would be fine if you would be more considerate of the unnecessary danger you’re always looking for. Speaking of,” he turned in his seat slightly and pushed Peter a little off of him gently, “Why are you out and about? Did you have a nightmare?”

He shook his head, trying to lean back into his mentor’s side and scowling when he wouldn’t let him.

“I couldn’t fall asleep. I kept- uh- thinking,” he settled on eventually.

His hero didn’t seem too impressed, giving him a scrutinizing look but let him settle back into his embrace anyway. “And what were you thinking about?”

“Stuff?” he tried, his voice sounding muffled with how he tried to hide in the other man’s shirt.

Suddenly the fingers that had been carding through his hair the entire time were gone and he let out an involuntary whimper prompting them to return to their former activity.

“Just- I’m worried,” he added silently after a moment and already he could feel his anxiety returning, although a lot less vigorously than before. “The Science Fair is less than a week away and there’s so much I still need to get done. And, I mean, even if we do get it done in time I still have to present it and there’s so much that could go wrong a-and I-,” he stuttered, “I don’t want to disappoint anyone, least of all Aunt May and you. A-and I don’t want to make a fool out of myself. I just wish I wasn’t so scared of the dumbest shit all the time. I hate it.”

“You could never disappoint anyone. Least of all your aunt and me,” Tony told him seriously and so solemnly and honestly that Peter couldn’t help but believe him. “We know exactly what you’re capable of and we know how hard it is for you sometimes. But you know what? You still go and do the stuff that scares you and that’s why we couldn’t be any prouder of you if we tried. You’re the bravest kid I know, kid.”

“That’s because you don’t know any kids,” he replied sniffling, “You wouldn’t know that there’s anyone better out there.”

“I do, though. I know you’re the best kid.” Peter felt his mentor’s smile against his head and shrugged half-heartedly.

“Everyone says that about their kid.”

It said a lot about their relationship at this point that Peter didn’t even flinch when the words left his lips.

“Yeah, but you’re my kid so that’s gotta mean something, right?”

The teenager nodded, too tired to reply and comfortable enough to let his eyes fall close and snuggle a little closer still. His mentor seemed to realize it, too, because he pulled him a little bit closer and lowered his voice a notch.

“We’ve got the entire weekend to work on your battery and I promise you, we’ll get it done in time,” he whispered in his ear, “It’s gonna be the best thing out there simply because you made it. And we’ll go through your presentation at least a hundred times before you have to do it and you’ll be fine. I will always have your back. And so will May. And so will Ned. You’re never alone, kiddo.”

“Got your back, too,” he mumbled barely coherent as he let Tony’s words lull him to sleep. “’We’re a team.”

“Damn straight we are.”

Tony let the teenager fall back asleep on him, reassured by the steady thumb-thumb of his heart against his own chest. They had adverted yet another crisis and from the looks of it his kid would get a good night’s sleep at least today and he’d take it. Every achievement, no matter how small it might seem, that improved Peter’s wellbeing was an achievement he would always thank the heavens for and that he’d celebrate loudly and for everyone to hear.

When he was sure that the boy was fully asleep he picked him up in his arms, carefully adjusting his hold on him so he wouldn’t jostle him, and carried him back to his room. Thankfully he had made sure Peter was always close by so he didn’t have to go too far.

“Love you, bud,” he whispered softly when he had successfully managed to set him down on his bed and tugged him in, brushing away a few loose strands from his forehead without waking him up. “You’re the best, no matter what your anxiety keeps telling you.”

He stood up quietly, suppressing a groan at how the joints in his knees and back creaked with the motion, and turned around to look at the almost finished project.

It was a huge task Peter had set himself but so far the kid had risen up to the challenge and had surpassed even his expectations. There was literally no reason for him to worry about it not being good enough. Still, he knew him too well to hope it would just go away once the thing was finished.

Tony had never known a pain like this. An ache so visceral that it spread from his heart into even the most secluded parts of his body because his kid was hurting.

He sighed again, wishing once more that he could take all the pain from his boy and shoulder it himself. But he had learned that he couldn’t do that the hard way. The only thing he could do was be there for him whenever he needed him, to support him and hold him up when he couldn’t stand on his own.

Picking up one of the post-it notes Peter’s desk was covered in, he started scribbling a few words of encouragement and a tiny doodle on it that he knew would lift the teenager’s spirit as soon as he woke up. He stuck it to his night table and smiled at how he had already managed to curl his entire body around his plushy, before he left.

Peter would be okay.

[sabraeal]

Shidan/Garrack and a love potion gone wrong

The Kit-Cat clock up on the wall’s been acting up again.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-purr-purr-tock. No wonder it’s been running slow.

Shidan tries not to notice – it just encourages the thing – but even with the pneumatic engraver going, even with the Quiet-Me he’s carved into the crown molding of the office, it’s obvious.

He lets out a huff. This is what you get with antiques: attitude.

“That’s what you get for letting mom practice spellwork on whatever she could get her hands on,” pipes a voice from behind him, back where there’s a cluster of what Yuzuri calls alternative seating options and Shidan calls expensive trash bags.

He doesn’t turn – Don’t-See-Mes are tricky things, and he’s just managed to get it anchored to the monogram; the last thing he needs is for the damn thing to get ideas and start turning the whole watch invisible as he’s working on it – but he does say, “That’s what I get for your grandmother letting her spell whatever she wants. God know why she thought a clock needed an opinion.”

“Knowing Mom? Probably so she could argue with it.”

That’s true, but Shidan knows better than to say. If there’s one way to make sure something will make its way to Crystal, it’s to tell Kirito right before he goes home. Won’t take more than an hour for the texts to start, asking why he’d give the kid ammunition for one of their neighborhood-famous rows, or whose side he’s on.

Shidan’s of the firm opinion that if you’ve got the gift, and you’re still putting crystals on your electronics and magnets on your light switches, you should probably expect some push back from your magic-minded son. But that’s not really his business.

“I’ll fix it,” he grumbles instead, trying to ignore the dubious chirp from above him. He wasn’t the one that spelled it for an opinion. “Probably just needs to get wound up again.”

If the next tick sounds like a hiss instead, that’s not his problem either.

“Can’t you just get it counter-charmed?” Kirito asks, somewhere between thoughtful and petulant, like most kids his age. “It’s not like Mom’s much good. Not compared to you.”

He’s too old to let that puff up his ego any, but he does allow a grin where his nephew can’t see. “Maybe so, but she wasn’t dumb either. All her charms at that age repel my magic. Didn’t like me meddling in her education, I gather.”

Or her diary. But that’s not a story for this audience.

Yet.

The kid’s not content to let it drop, of course. “Why not take it somewhere else? It’s not like you’re the only enchanter in the city, and anyone’s gonna be better than Mom.”

“Maybe I like it.”

He doesn’t. Nostalgia’s for your own mistakes, and having to live with a clock that thinks it’s too good for little things like accuracy or telling time at all doesn’t tickle the soft memories of his childhood. But taking it elsewhere means taking it to someone older, someone who remembers him as a know-it-all teenager or a kid who would cry when a pretty shop assistant talked to him. The last thing he wants is a walk down memory lane as he fixes yet another of Crystal’s mistakes.

That’s the problem with this town: it’s too damn small.

“Seattle is not small,” Kiritochimes in. Shidan finally twists to look at him, flipped around on a bean bag chair so old Shidan’shalf-convinced at least one of the people in this room was conceived on it.“You’re just cantankerous.”

He glances at the pattern – arainbow paisley that saw better days when Free Love was a principal philosophy– and amends his estimate. Both the people in this room would have been named Beanif their mothers hadn’t been so viscerally into the mystical Far East during theirpregnancies.

“It’s a flood plain six hundredthousand people are collectively too stubborn to leave,” Shidan grouses,putting the engraving tip back to the metal. “It’s small. And the Marinersnever win anything. Also, who is teaching you that kind of language?”

“High school.”

Shidan shakes his head. “Shameful.”

“Would you prefer ‘asshole’?”

“Just don’t let your mother hearyou. Also,” Shidan twists his head to look at his nephew, “shouldn’t you bein school?”

Kirito scoffs. “It’s three o’clock,man. What do I attend, prison?”

He glances up at the clock, wincing.Damn, he’d been hoping he’d finish this Don’t-See-Me charm tonight. “Some kidsdo extracurriculars.”

“Bugging you is my extracurricular.”

If that isn’t the truth. “I don’thand out college credits.”

“Neither does JV soccer.” Kirito jerkshis head back toward the shop. “By the way, you got strangers.”

“Strangers?” Shidan stands upso fast he bangs his knees. “Damn! Next time lead with that!”

“Nah.”

If there’s a perk to all this, it’sthat there’s not a single caster in this town he doesn’t know.

It’s also, most of the time, hisbiggest problem, but he knows every single person that has legitimatebusiness with him, and who just decided to poke in while their tea was steepingat Tea Republik. Or, more likely, who was trying to find the dispensary threestreets over.

These three don’t look like they fitany of the above.

He’s used to getting young girls in here, ones that look like they got their fashion sense straight from The Craft, but these ones have on tank stops and see-through cover-ups, baring far too much smile to be any of his usual high school hopefuls.

“I love your headband,” one girlsays to Yuzuri, lifting the giant frame of her sunglasses. “Those are like, catears right?”

“So cute,” another chimes in.“I love the little pearls. Where did you get it?”

Lab accident and some air-tightglamour, courtesy of the Emerald City’s Mistress.

“H&M,” Yuzuri offers coolly.

“Oh my god.” A girl presses a handto her chest. “I love H&M. Those are where your shorts are from too,right? I can tell.”

Suzu, trapped up against a displayof verbena, sends him a look that he’s only seen in war movies, just before theplucky sidekick gets taken out by a bunker buster.

Oh, for pete’s sake.

Shidan strides up to the group, hismost customer-friendly smile propping up his mouth. Not that he uses it forreal customers, but – there’s something about this town that enjoys surliness,and he doesn’t want to suddenly make himself interesting. “May I helpyou ladies?”

“Totally,” one tells him cheerfully,sinking her hands into the pockets of her high-waisted shorts. “Do you selllove potions?”

His smile pulls thin. “I’m sorry,this is an apothecary. If you’re looking for Harry Potter merchandise, there’sa toy store just down the –”

“No, no.” She waves a hand with alaugh. “We’re not looking for kid stuff. The real deal.”

He breathes in, letting the air runacross the roof of his mouth, huffing it out the canals of his nose. It’s justthe soft hum of Yuzuri’s magic, mixed with herbs and the more static fervor ofSuzu’s that settles on his tongue.

“The dispensary is over on –”

“Listen, I talked to a goth girl.”The girl leans hard on the counter, focused. “I know this place is the realdeal. How much?”

Shidan lets his smile slip, lets hisface turn as stern and annoyed at he is. “We don’t sell trash here. Who toldyou we would?”

“We just figured,” another girl sayswith a shrug. “The ones that lady is selling are so expensive.”

“Competitive markets,” the third girl peeps,looking not sure at all about the turn in conversation. “It drives down the price.”

His teeth grind in his ears. That lady.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who is huckingsnake oil and contraband spellwork.

“Well, you won’t find any of thathere,” he grits out. “Make sure to spread the word.”

The girl rolls her eyes. “Fine.”

“Now, boss,” Suzu starts as the doorchimes closed behind the girls. “Don’t jump to any –”

“That lady,” he snaps. “Weknow exactly which lady in this city would try to sell high schoolers –”

“College kids,” Yuzuri corrects.“Come on, Shidan, they were wearing U-Dub swag.”

“The point stands!” he huffs,folding his arms across his chest. “There’s only one person who would –”

The chimes tinkle above the door,admitting another three patrons. These, he knows.

“Speak of the devil–” Yuzuri giveshim a glare –”‘s apprentices.”

“Yuki!” his own calls out with apointedly friendly wave. Shidan scowls, hunching over the counter. Fraternizingwith the enemy, that’s what this is. “Can we help you?”

Garrack’s apprentices are a mixedbunch; they’ve been in here before for this-or-that, the woman having nevergotten much better at managing her stores than she was when she trained underArluleon. He knows them by look if not by name: a sullen, dark-haired boythat’s always poking his sharp nose into the belladonna and verbena, far tooyoung to be so advanced in his studies; a girl – woman, Yuzuri wouldinsist, though the both of them would barely be old enough for graduate studiesif they weren’t neck-deep in this world – with hair so red it should be dyed,only there’s no dye that can get that sort of color, not with chemicals alone,and –

And the last one. He’s tall,dark-haired, ethnically ambiguous, and curiously hard to look directly at. There’s something about the air around him, the way it presses down,heavy, when a body gets too close, the way it snaps and spits when someone’smagic gets a little too friendly.

Nothuman, would be Shidan’s guess, but it’s rude to ask, and even worse tosay. Good way to end up a frog or a lamppost, throwing that sort of talk around.

The girl is the one the approaches. The boy peels off seconds from the door, bee-lining for where Suzu’s started restocking the verbena, but the man hugs toher like a shadow, the eerie gold of his eyes tracking over the shelves like he half expects an ambush.

Gosh, what do kids even get into these days?

She gives Yuzuri a smile when she hits the counter, exchanging polite how-are-yous, but it’shim her eyes are fixed to, focus never wavering.

“Can I help you?” he ventures when the conversation comes to an uneasy pause.

Her hair bobs brightly under the lights. “I’d like to make a commission.”

He blinks, and in the second of hesitation, her shadowsnaps, hand banding around her arm and pulling her into a low but clearlyintense personal conference.

“Just give ‘em a minute.” Yuzuri sighs, turning back to theshelves. “Obi hates anyone spending anything on him.”

The never quite finish; Shidan loses his patience first.

“What for?” he asks finally,interrupting a low argument from the man. It earns him a reproachful look he’d rather not be on this side of, but – he’s running a business, not couples’ counseling. Time is money.

“I need a Don’t-Look-Here.” Hermouth purses, thoughtful. “Or a See-Me-Not?”

“I don’t need to get hit by a car,”her shadow grumbles, “a glamour would do.”

“If you want a glamour, you shouldbe asking the Mistress for that.” Five years ago it would have pained him toadmit it, but there’s no use pretending he can weave light like she can. Notnow.

She winces. “Ah, we – we tried that.Apparently Obi’s magic isn’t…harmonious with Haki’s.”

His gaze cut towards the kid. Notexactly a surprise. “Ha.”

“She thought a charm would workbetter – or, some metalworking?” The girl offers him an embarrassed smile. “Shesaid there was no one better on this coast.”

Shidan puffs up at that, but he’snot in his twenties, to be swayed by a little flattery. “I can see what can bedone. For a price.”

Yuzuri huffs. “Shidan –”

The girl though, she just gets focused.“What were you thinking?”

“She would never!” Shirayuki gaspswhen he’s done. Her reaction is so over the top – hand pressed her her chest,mouth and eyes gaping – he’d think it’s fake, if he wasn’t so sure this girlwas incapable of a lie.

“That’s banned magic!” she explains,affronted. “Garrack would never.”

Behind her, Ryuu and Obi exchangelooks.

Shidan points. “I want to talk tothem.”

The apartment is the third floor ofa cramped craftsman, sandwiched between a 24-hour laundromat and a store thatsells vegan foods for either humans or pets, Shidan can’t tell. The steps creakas he tip-toes up the narrow stairs, having to duck under low-hanging wallsevery flight. It’s a contrary little pile; just likeGarrack Gazalt herself.

The ‘3′ hanging on her door iscrooked, missing a screw at the bottom, at the mercy of her guests andGarrack’s mood. When he knocks, it skitters another quarter inch to the right,and he uses the interminable time she takes to answer to straighten it. All itneeds is a ninety-nine cent trip to the hardware store and it’d be good as new,but –

The door swings open. The woman whostands there can nearly look him in the eye.

“Well, well,” Garrack drawls,leaning against the door. “Shidan Weise. What did I do now?”

As always, she leaves him scramblingfor an answer. “Love potion,” he manages, gritting his teeth when she grins.

“You better come in, then,” shetells him, turning her back. “This could take a while. Tea? I have a pot on.”

“Yes. Wait –” she always does this –“No, I’m here to tell you to stop –“

“–Sullying Arluleon’s name, being ashame to the profession, et cetera, et cetera.” The kettle whistles – she musthave spelled it hot, which is not the proper use of her gift – and hestrains to hear her over the banging in her kitchen. “You know that’s not hisreal name, right? It was Kevin. Also he’s been dead for ten years, but who iscounting.”

“He still commands –”

“A decent following despite thewhole being-dead thing, yes, I’m aware.” She sets a mug in front of him, chippedon the rim. “I’m not doing anything he wouldn’t, the sly old dog.”

“Love potions are prohibited by thecouncil,” he manages, finally, wishing he didn’t sound so – so pedantic.“If you’re caught selling one – to mundanes no less –”

“I’m not making love potions,Shidan,” she scoffs. “I’d never.”

“I had some girls in my shop thatthought otherwise.”

“My apprentices wanted to raisemoney for something, and a girl came in looking for something to make herboyfriend stop playing Call of Duty.” Garrack shrugs, her sweater slipping offher shoulder. It’s…distracting. “So we brewed some rose hips with an infusionof Come-Hither, and suddenly we’re making love potions.”

She levels him with a look thatmakes his heart pound, that makes his skin feel two sizes too tight. “It’s allin good fun, Shidan.”

“I don’t –” she shifts, frecklesvisible right where he’s sitting and – “you put something in my tea.”

“You were concerned,” she tells himsimply. “So I thought I’d give you a dose. Easy to control, isn’t it?”

That is…optimistic of her. “Yes. Ofcourse. Very.”

“Unless…” She slips fromher chair to the couch he’s currently trying to disappear into, mouth curled with amusement. It isn’t embarrassing enough to be – to be half hard just looking at her, oh no; she has to know too. “You’re havingsome reaction.”

Typical. he should have expected she’d try something like this.

“Is that –” she leans forward just enough to for his gaze to flirt with what might be beneath; he licks his lips – “isthat common?”

“Hmm. Yes.”

Her arm stretches along the back of the couch, the skin of her forearm electric against the thin material of his shirt. His throat makes a dull thunk when she crosses her legs, when her foot accidentally brushes along the seam of his trousers, making every hair stand up on his calf.

This is interminable. He’s in hell. It’s the only explanation.

“But,” she murmurs, so close he can see the freckles in her eyes, brown and gold against blue, “only when there’s an attraction already in place. Hence why it worked sowell on the boyfriend.”

“A-ahh…”

“And of course,” her eyelashes flutter, and he has a front row seat to when her gaze drops straight to his mouth, “when it’s served with intent.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he pants, grabbing ahandful of sweater and pulling. “Fuck it.”

Garrack grins against his mouth. “Finally.”

[amoonmermaid]

Girls night w/ DY || bC WhY nOt

this came up while i was putting a sheet mask on????

idk i’m weird

lEt’S geT tHis SHit DoNe

so basically you had no girl friends, since all your friends were nct OBVS  since y’all were fetus y’know you all grew up together and shit like that

like Rosé was the only one she makes me so g a y

but smtms she’s like a dude 

so she was like your girl/boy friend

she’s so cute

oNE day, you were on your first class of the day, and she just did poof and you were like ???? where’s ma dud????

and she texted you like 10 mins after you noticed she did poof lol

“i got sick srry ma gurl”

:((

“sick girls night???”

“nah, i don’t want you to get sick”

she’s so pure oml

aNd you were like aWWwW ilysm

but then wAiT what am i suposed to do tonight??? :((

and then you remembered you have like a bunch of lame boys locked in your basement

how come i forgot them :’))

like lit you had lunch w/ them????

what’s wrong with you my dude????

so you texted them

u: “HeLLooOooOO my beautiful dorks”

u: “girls night???”

ww: “nah”

ty: “no thx”

yt: “winwin said no, so no”

jh, jn, ti, tn, hc, mk: “naaaah”

dy: “sure, i’m bored af”

u: “:DDDD”

and then you texted doyoungie pv to tell him the details

nd he was like k i’ll get the snacks

he was pretty chill lol

even tho he had like a hUge crush on you OBVS

but u r dumb so u didn’t notice lmao

soOoO like at 8pm your door went kNockkKnOCk

nd ofc it was my lil bunny :’B nd he looked so cute in sweatpants and an oversized sweater and a beanie and like ugh

he’s soo cute ok????

when he entered your apartment he got the comfy and welcoming feeling everyone always had when they visited you

and he saw like the little fort you made with your blankets and stuff

“got something else planed rather than watching stupid romantic movies and eating until dawn?”

“spa”

and he was confused?? and kinda pissed?? bc he thought you wanted to get his nails done and stuff like that lmao

AnD ofc you saw his expression and went “my smol lil bean, i’m not that cruel, i would never waste my nail polish on u”

“wow meanie”

after getting all comfy and getting all your face masks and like beauty products, dy started to look for a movie on netfleeex

and he looked so focused searching the movie you wanted to watch

like his brows were almost touching eachother  and his cheeks were puffed out

you were like wOw

“cute” you murmured under your breath

“hm? did you said smth?” he looked at you with the remote still on his hand and a confused look yet again

“dumb, i already saved it on my list” you took the control from his hand and moved away from him to hide the barely visible blush on your cheeks

now he was looking at you w heart eyes

like the way you always got away from anything that got you all flustered, he just found it really amusing and cute

and ofc he noticed you had smth for him

but he didn’t said anything bc he thought he would ruin it

but whatevs

when the movie started you were like “c’mere dumbface”

“what for?”

“face mask?”

“oh”

so he moved closer to you, cross legged in front of eachother 

he was like :[ while you were looking for the right cream for his beautiful face

nd when you found it you went aHA! and immediately oppened the little that thing and pulled the hair tie from your wrist to remove the hair from his face

when his hair was out of sight almost lol you started rubbing the cream all over his face 

squishing his cheek in the process and making weird expresions in front of him bc he was being extrmly quiet like wth my boi

he couldn’t contain the bubbly laughter 

you were acting all dumb

just for him

yes

and both of you were laughing and then doyoung was making weird faces with you

like let’s be dumb together

“okokokok let me finish with your ugly face then we can continue with this dumb session”

“k weirdo”

and then it was silent again

small grins on eachother’s face

and doyoung was looking directly into your eyes

like so intensely but with such softness

wOW

and when you noticed you stopped and looked at him all confused

“what’s wrong?”

he didn’t said a thing, he just cupped your face in his hand and kissed your forehead

he let his lips linger there for a while before pulling away

and you were so kjfdkjncsdjlabkjvsjdjs whATSGOINGONOMG

and he was looking at you with the biggest grin he’d ever shown

like i kissed you whatcha gonna do abt it

/blushing mess

you pushed him away and pulled your hoodie up, pulling it under your chin so now your face was out of sight and your burning cheeks were safely covered

giggles filled your ears and just when you were about to run away and take a flight to russia, a pair of long arms wrapped around your waist and suddenly you were pressed against his chest

the fresh aroma of his cologne filled your lungs while his chest vibrated with shy laughter

“i’m sorry, i won’t do it again”

you were so ready to cry bc iT WAS SO SOFT OML

when he let you go he was like k you can continue w your work, make me look handsome pls

you lit punched his face 

not a real punch

but his cheek was kinda red

and he was so??????? what tHE FUCK????

“i hate you”

he went all :(((

“kiss me again, but do it properly”

:))))))

once again he was cupping your face, caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs and looking into your eyes with the same softness as before

he kissed you with such tenderness and delicacy, his lips tasted like a mix of coffee and mint

the kiss was just perfect, it wasn’t intense, it was just perfect, slow and sweet

when y’all pulled away fInaLLY you turned into a giggling mess

he moved his hands down to your waist and pulled you even closer, nuzzling his nose in your hair with the soFTES smile ever

you were squished against his chest again, taking in his scent 

“you are mine now”

“i’m fine with it”

after that, random movies played on the tv but none of you were paying attention to it

y’all were busy cuddling and being mushy against the sofa, with a blanket spread over your legs and some pillows surrounding you

and that how y’all ended up snuggled next to eachother and dead-asleep

and the next morning Rosé came into your ap and was like “wASsUP Ma GuRl” all noisy and shit

nd when she saw like the trail of cheeto’s and m&m’s all the way to the living room she was like hMmmM

so she followed it and she saw dy and you cuddled together on the floor and she was like i called it ofc

and she took tons of photos and send the to the rest of nct

before she left she wrote a note on a post it and sticked it on doyoung’s forehead

“u r d e a d if u hurt her CAPISCE ?”

a few hours later you both woke up and were all lost and dy saw the post it and went all :((( bc he would never hurt you :(((

but after burning the note or idk?? just throw it away?? he brought you closer to his chest and stayed like that for like a min or two before pulling away and pamper your face w kisses aww :’)

THE END

omg that’s kinda long lmao

[lankylevi]

Beschaamdheid

Commissioned by @axel-draven-paine (thank you so so much for commissioning my lovely bean!)

Eren stole a glance at himself in the mirror; big lumps of meat were squished into a black pair of trousers and love handles were muffin topping, but were hidden by a loose grey shirt.

He froze from the sight before him, always being surprised by how bad he had gotten. Or more like; how bad he had always been.

His eyes, the only part of his body that he was proud of, darted away from the image in front of him, and searched the room to focus on something else.

The coffee-stained jeans had become the star of the show, and Eren sighed; remembering that he should wash these already or they wouldn’t be clean for his next workday.

Taking the trousers off, he tried his best to focus on the fabric that he was folding but he already knew better than that. Looking down to his thighs, and noticing the tiny stretch marks that broke his golden skin; he could feel embarrassment dwelling up inside of him.

He let out a long breath that he didn’t knew he had been holding, and made his way towards the adjoining bathroom, planning to take a shower to let the water wash away all his worries.

He sat himself down, waiting for the water to get to a decent temperature while he sat onto the edge of the bath with still his boxers and shirt on, not even being comfortable enough to be naked all by himself.

His emerald eyes started their treasure hunt again, trying to find something that the brunet could break his head over and they decided to rest onto the lines on his left thigh.

Running a finger over the purple stripes and being intrigued by the sensation, he found that their texture was different compared to his ‘normal’ skin. Finding them more tender and experimentally digging a nail into them, he hissed at the feeling and wondered if he had made them worse, if that was even possible.

He shook his head, remembering that the water was still running and that he should get under it; he folded up his shirt neatly and got rid of his boxers before he jumped into the shower.

The way his body reacted to movement made him feel disgusted by himself, but he tried to let go of that feeling by moving his head back, closing his eyes and letting the water trickle down his body, taking small breaths in his nose and out of his mouth.

It made his skin tingle in the most pleasant way and he let out a low moan from the feeling of his muscles finally losing their tenseness.

Enjoying the way the liquid washed over his tanned skin, he let the warmth surround him completely by getting his head under the showerhead; loving the smell of soap filling up his nostrils and the way the water made him feel like he was in another dimension.

A dimension where he could be beautiful.

Eyes shut; he tried his best to get his frown off his face by rubbing the space between his creased brows and grunted in annoyance as he didn’t feel his face relax.

“Ahem” echoed through the bathroom to which Eren jumped up in fear and covered his crotch with his hands.

Slowly turning around to meet the source of the impatient cough, he didn’t know if he should be relieved or even more tense.

His black haired boyfriend of a couple months was standing by the door frame, resting his shoulder against it as his eyes ran over every inch of Eren’s soaked body.

“C-Can I get some privacy…” Eren whispered as he tried his best to hide every inch of his body, even though he knew Levi had seen it all before he had noticed that the raven was standing there, watching him as he was dreaming of another world.

“Nah” Levi answered as he shook his head and bit his lip.

“Levi I’m serious, get out” the brunet snapped, being ashamed by the fact that his boyfriend was staring at him while he was this vulnerable, and the fact that he had just raised his voice at him.

“Wow, okay… I’ll be uhm, in the bedroom” Levi said as he pointed towards their room and disappeared as soon as those words had left his lips.

Mind foggy, and muscles tensed again; Eren got out of the shower and looked at himself in the damped bathroom mirror.

Poking a finger into the skin under his bellybutton, he shivered and felt shame take over his whole body and tried his best to hide it as he wrapped the bathrobe around him.

Making his way out of the bathroom, and bracing himself to get into a fight with his boyfriend; he’s surprised to see the latter patiently waiting on the edge of the bed while he’s scrolling on his phone.

The raven raises his head as soon as he hears footsteps making their way down to their room, and puts his phone down to look directly at Eren.

“Sorry about that” the brunet says calmly and tries to hide his nervousness by rubbing his hair dry with a towel.

Levi just hums at him, and it made Eren wonder if he had just accepted his apology or if he was being passive agressive.

“It’s been months Eren, and I’m getting sick of it”

The words are like poison in Eren’s blood. They make his knees wobble and his heart beat loudly in his throat.

He knows he has issues, everyone does, but even though he had been prepared for this from the day they met; he still couldn’t handle the thought of being separated from his soon to be ex-boyfriend.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, and trying his best to get his breathing evened out; he licks his lips and opens his mouth. “I-... I’ll call my mom, she should be here in about an hour” feeling tears dwell up in his eyes, forcing them to focus on the floor beneath him and biting his bottom lip to keep it from quivering; he waits for what seems like an eternity for Levi’s reaction.

Lost in his own train of thought about how he should have never agreed to go on a date with Levi, how he could have been stupid enough to even think that someone like him would be good enough for someone like Levi, and more importantly; how Levi deserved someone way better, something that Eren would never be able to provide no matter how hard he tried.

Muscled arms wrapped themselves around his clothed waist, followed by the sensation of soft kisses being placed onto his collarbone which made the brunet yelp up surprise, being perplexed to see the raven haired man nuzzle against his chest as he holds his arms tightly around him.

“Don’t scare me like that love” Levi’s breath is warm against the brunet’s neck, which makes Eren’s skin tickle and a blush popping on his cheeks.

“I d-” he’s interrupted by cold finger being pressed against his lips that results in him creasing his brows and looking down at the raven.

“I’m gonna do the talking from now on” the latter smirks but with a hint of concern floating in his piercing grey eyes.

Levi’s hands are everywhere, they trail every inch of Eren’s body which makes him shiver. Trying his best to get the raven’s hands off his humiliating body, Eren only finds them being slapped away and forced by his sides.

“I don’t understand you” the raven said in a voice as sweet as honey, showing his vulnerability that made something inside of Eren ache.

“You should see what I’m seeing,” Levi starts, licking a stripe up Eren’s exposed part of his chest which makes the latter’s breath hitch in his throat. “I cannot even begin to explain how perfect you are, but I’ll try my best because the image in your head is nowhere near real”

“First your face,”

Cold, but soft hands cupped his warm, pink face and brushed their fingers over his cheeks. “Your eyes, damn…” Levi laughs that exposes his white teeth, “If it were possible, I swear I could drown in them. They’re like gemstones staring right into my soul which makes my heart flutter every time they look at me”

“Your lips,”

A peck is placed on Eren’s parted lips, struck in awe how vocal Levi is about his feelings and the words making something pleasant run through his whole body.

Hands are sliding down the brunet’s neck, so soft and slow it makes Eren let out a soft giggle.

“Sensitive aren’t we?” rolls off Levi’s tongue.

Opening his mouth to comment on Levi’s assumption; Eren feels a soft tug on his hair as his boyfriend shakes his head. “I said, I was doing the talking tonight” Levi says with a raised eyebrow.

All the brunet could do was nod his head, as no sound was capable, or even allowed, to leave his mouth.

Levi’s tepid hands were trailing every inch of Eren’s body, which made the latter question if they had gotten warm because of his own radiating heat, or if his lover was enjoying this.

“Hot and cold, aren’t we perfect together?” slided from Levi’s lips, “I bet it’s because the sun has kissed you so much that he decided to share his warmth with you, knowing that you would be stuck with an icicle for the rest of your life”

The praisings made affection spread through Eren’s whole body, making him feel like he was on cloud 9.

“So how about it?” the raven asked, suddenly dropping his voice to a more serious tone as he gripped Eren by his waist and lightly squeezed it.

Meeting his boyfriend’s gaze, and trying to ignore the fact that his robe was hanging loosely around his waist; Eren asked to repeat what Levi had asked him.

“Do you wanna be stuck with this icicle for the rest of your life…” barely using his voice, and eyes darting away.

Eren’s eyes widened and he swallowed the lump in his throat before he opened his mouth but no sound came from it. Instead, he nodded his head shyly, being scared of Levi’s reaction, but still peeking through his half lidded eyes.

The brightest smile that the brunet had ever witnessed worked it’s way up on the raven’s lips, combined with tears caressing his grey eyes.

Not a second later; Eren felt a strong grip around his waist and felt his body leaving the ground as he was thrown over Levi’s shoulder.

Heart rate increasing and warmth spreading through his whole body; the brunet couldn’t do anything than enjoy the way that his boyfriend was kissing his torso after he was laid onto the bed.

Sometimes licking, sometimes sucking and leaving small bruises, but mostly giving soft kisses over his whole upper body; Levi continued his way down and opened Eren’s bathrobe, exposing the tanned skin under it.

“Levi I d-”

“Shush, let me enjoy this” Levi spoke between kisses.

Feeling the way Levi’s lips met his skin to which anxiety started to run through his veins, making his mind foggy and his hands clench around the white sheets.

He tried his best to suppress the little voice inside his head who always played tricks on him, tricks that he always believes, until Levi’s next comment took him out of his mist.

“You’re so beautiful” rolled of his tongue which made Eren squirm under his touch, noticing the way the praise made his way down south, making his cock swell with affection.

A kiss was placed between his thighs, and he could feel the raven smirk against his skin as soon as his eyes had noticed the growth between his legs.

Eren’s legs were lifted up, and put onto Levi’s shoulders to which the latter started drawing circles onto them and kissing his way down towards a place that he knew Eren wanted him.

Almost crushing Levi’s head with his thighs; Eren crawled further onto the bed, as far away as possible from Levi’s eyes that had darted to his stretch marks.

“What was that for?” Levi asked while furrowing his brows and giving Eren a concerned look to which the latter shook his head.

Not losing eye contact; he saw Levi crawling back onto the mattress, closing the distance between them that Eren had made while he still couldn’t voice why he had closed his legs so suddenly.

A strong hand cupped his cheek as Levi hovered over him and looked at him intensely till he saw his boyfriend’s breathing evening out.

Levi’s face came closer to Eren’s and both opened their mouths already to invite each other’s tongues. They intertwined, and as time continued the kiss became sloppier, earning low moans from the two men until Levi broke up their lip lock and started leaving a trail of hickeys and kisses on his way down.

The raven’s lips felt heavenly on Eren’s skin, making him whimper when Levi ran his tongue right next to his groin, avoiding it on purpose.

“Look at how your body reacts to my touch…” Levi trails off as he licks his lips before he settles himself between Eren’s legs, hoisting them upwards, letting them rest onto his shoulders again.

Levi’s lips brushed against Eren’s thighs, forcing the latter to look down and noticing how the raven was getting close to the purple marks again.

His legs started shaking from the stress and fear that ran through them, making Levi look up at him with the most genuine and comforting look in his eyes as he experimentally left a kiss onto the stretches to which Eren muffled his gasp by putting a hand in front of his mouth.

“When I said you were beautiful, I meant it,” Levi paused, leaving on last kiss onto the lines, “And I meant every part of you, even the parts you would rather hide”

Tears were forming in the corners of Eren’s eyes, and he needed to choke down a needy whine when Levi finally started paying attention to his leaking cock that was resting onto his stomach.

The raven ran a thumb over the brunet’s cock, the latter enjoying the way his precum was spread all over his dick, making it all nice and wet before he felt the wetness spread to his balls.

Looking down, Eren could swear he could cum already from the sight before him combined with the blissful sensation of getting his dick stroked and his balls sucked.

Using his hands to muffle the sinful noises that he was making, he felt them being slapped away from his mouth and being forced right next to his face.

“Your voice makes me go nuts, so please… don’t hide it” Levi breathes, eyes glassy and filled with desire and the need to make his partner feel good in a million ways.

The words made Erens member twitch with anticipation, forcing Levi’s eyes to fix onto it and he once again lowered himself down to it’s level

Swirling his tongue around the head, and pressing it against his slit before he made his way down again and ran a finger over Eren’s perineum, making the man under him squirm in need.

Breathing steadily was becoming a challenge that made Eren’s face feel like it was on fire and he had to push every fiber inside of him to not cum inside of Levi’s warm, wet mouth.

The latter grunted in approval as he tasted his boyfriend’s juices that had been caused by his delicious mouth and his heartfelt praises. Feeling the way his own dick started throbbing inside his tight jeans, but not bothering to do anything about it because Eren deserved every bit of attention that he could give him.

Trying but failing to prolong his sweet torture, the brunet felt every muscle inside of him tense up and arched his back, forcing his dick to hit the back of Levi’s throat, making him lightly gag on it as his throat was painted with Eren’s cum, but managing to keep himself under control all for Eren’s sake.

“I was gonna make a comment about how you taste, but that would have been a bit too much right?” the raven laughed as Eren was coming down from his orgasm, only being able to let out a puff of air that was supposed to be a chuckle.

“Finally!” Levi sang, suddenly increasing his volume that made Eren jump up in surprise. “You’re finally showing me that beautiful smile of yours again” he finished and pulled Eren into a kiss.

Finally coming down from his climax; the brunet loved the way that his boyfriend nuzzled in the crook of his neck, feeling his warm breath tickling his skin and occasionally leaving a peck combined with another praise.

Struggling to find to courage to open his mouth again; Eren almost choked from the thought of Levi laughing at him but managed to find the will to voice his thoughts.

“Thank you,” he whispered as he ran a hand through the raven locks of hair. He could feel the way that his boyfriend furrowed his brows against his skin, but didn’t care.

“I really felt loved tonight, so… thank you”

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The water ran down his body, washing away the sleepiness and getting himself ready for another day of work while he groaned at the thought of having to deal with customers today.

Coldness surrounded him as his boyfriend joined him and wrapped his arms around his waist, making the tanned guy shiver under his touch but enjoy every second of being close to him.

“You got up early” Eren commented as he reached for the soap and handed it over to Levi while he turned around to look at the icicle that was now standing in front of him.

“Hmm, can’t miss a chance to get in the shower with you right?” he laughed with his raspy morning voice that Eren loved so much.

The latter giggled at the gesture and hugged his boyfriend tightly as they let the warmth envelop them.

“I love you so much”

Consider commissioning to me

[ichimacchus]

Love Essay {Karabita} - Chapter Two: Studying Feelings under the cut!

{Do not tag as BLM//atsu}

Wattpad link: https://www.wattpad.com/519382112-love-essay-karabita-chapter-two-studying-feelings

Todomatsu pushed open the door to the stairwell and made his way down the blue colored stairs. The stairwell smelled like feet and cheese. It assaulted his nostrils, threatening to burn his sense of smell out. Covering his nose with one hand, he dashed down and pushed open another door, letting a gasp of air escape his lungs. He'd escaped onto campus. The sun shone on his skin.

He held a coffee in one hand. Pausing to take a sip, the youngest Matsuno quickly started to dash towards the library. He and Choromatsu had arranged to meet up at the library because Choromatsu had insisted on tutoring Todomatsu in the one subject he was failing: math. Todomatsu wasn't exactly thrilled with the thought, but Choromatsu would continue to hound him until he said yes.

Lost in his thoughts, Todomatsu smacked directly into somebody. As he was just about to hurriedly apologize, he realized who he'd bumped into.

"Karamatsu?!" Todomatsu said, actually kinda startled. It was a very uncommon occurrence for the brothers to bump into each other on campus, and uncommon for them to bump into each other on the way to class, but apparently the odds weren't in Todomatsu's favor today. "Heh, oi, Totty. Pleasure meeting you he-" Karamatsu began before Todomatsu cut him off. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, I don't have a lot of time to idle around and chat. Where are you going?" Todomatsu asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I was just heading to our dorm! Why? Where are you going?" Karamatsu asked, adjusting the strap on his backpack. "Library. Choromatsu nii-san will have my head if I don't study with him today" Todomatsu answered, growing inpatient with each passing moment.

Karamatsu dipped his head. "Alright. I wish you luck, Totty." the second brother said, walking past Todomatsu, who stared after him over his shoulder for a moment before sighing, chalking it up to his usual painful bullshit and heading to the library.

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Todomatsu pushed open the door to the library. It was cool in here, temperature wise. The library was kinda big. There were tables and chairs scattered everywhere when you walked in, another corner being invaded by bean bags. Computers sat on a row of tables in the middle of the building. The shelves with millions of books lined the back of the building.

Todomatsu looked around, knowing everyone probably was looking at him weird. He eventually spotted his brother at one of the tables, waving him over. Inhaling and preparing for the worst. Sliding into the seat opposite his brother, Todomatsu set his coffee on the table, his messenger bag on the ground and sighed.

"I thought you were skipping this or something, what took so long?" Choromatsu asked, folding his hands together in front of him. "First off, I got coffee because I need energy and it took a while because apparently today is 'buy all the fucking coffee' day or some shit. Long-ass line. Second, I bumped into Karamatsu on the way here" Todomatsu answered, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Speaking of Karamatsu, have you noticed anything... different about him lately?" Choromatsu inquired, unfolding his hands. "Eh? Other than he hasn't worn anything so sparkly it can make you go blind? Not really, why?" Todomatsu answered, raising an eyebrow in an emotion that was a mix of confusion and doubt.

"It's just that he seems... off, somehow." Choromatsu said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Whaddya mean? He seems fine to me" Todomatsu said, digging in his bag for a notebook he scribbled in when bored. "I don't know, something just feels wrong. Like he's got his mind off in the clouds. Like he's somewhere else" Choromatsu said, sliding a pencil out from behind his ear.

"That's called daydreaming, smartypants" Todomatsu scoffed. Choromatsu narrowed his eyes at him.

"No, it isn't daydreaming. It's like something's slowly taking control of him. Has he been acting off in any of the classes you share with him?" Choromatsu inquired again, scribbling something on a lined piece of paper.

"Eh, not really. He's just like normal. He keeps looking at Chibita in one of the three classes we have together, though." Todomatsu said, scribbling something in his notebook with his pink mechanical pencil. "Do you think there's any reason for it?" Choromatsu asked, tapping his forehead with the eraser end of his pencil.

"Nah. Doubt anything's goin' on between the two of 'em. We'd know by this point" Todomatsu said, taking another swig of his coffee. Choromatsu hesitated. His youngest brother had a point there. But, it was possible that something was going on, and it had just started. They didn't know that Jyushimatsu had been seeing someone that one time, so it could be something like that all over again. Except with Karamatsu and Chibita.

"What if there is, and it just started?" Choromatsu asked, chewing the end of his pencil. Todomatsu snorted. "If there was, we'd know! Not like he's good at hiding shit, anyways." Todomatsu replied, pressing down on his pencil for more lead.

"I... suppose that's true, but... I just wanna know why it feels like he's got something going on. He's not acting normal." Choromatsu said, writing something down on the paper again. "What? You think he's on his period or something?" Todomatsu joked. Choromatsu stared at him. "Fuck, I forgot..." Todomatsu murmured, reminding himself that he should probably put on a fresh one back at the dorm.

"Maybe he's sick, I don't know. I just... I want to know." Choromatsu said, tapping his pencil, lost in thought. "What do you want me to do?" Todomatsu snapped, leaning back to take a sip of coffee once more. "Do you think you could watch him in your classes together to see if something's up?" Choromatsu asked, sliding the pencil back behind his ear.

"Eh? You want me to spy on him?" Todomatsu asked, almost choking on the coffee. "Well, I didn't originally mean it like that, but yeah, basically." Choromatsu said, shrugging. "I can do that. " Todomatsu said, a catty grin stretching across his face. "Alright, just report any findings you can to me, okay?" Choromatsu pushed, writing on the paper.

"Alright" Todomatsu said, sipping on his coffee again. Choromatsu reached to his side, took a notebook from his backpack and opened it. "Alright, now for the reason we're here." Choromatsu stated.

Todomatsu groaned.

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Back at the dorm, Karamatsu was on the top bunk of one of the three bunk beds, the one which he shared with Todomatsu. He had just taken his temperature. It wasn't high, or low. Normal. He wasn't sick, after all. But, what was the strange feeling he had when he was around Chibita? What was it that was making his stomach soar and his heart pound? What was the thing making his face feel flushed when he looked at his old childhood friend?

He stared at the dorm ceiling, lost in thought. What was going on with him?

What was wrong with him?

[rustbolt-answers-your-bullshit]

Act 3, Chapter 5: Electric Boogaloo

“Hello, Sportacus!~” EB smiled and patted the new hero’s shoulder.

The pole vaulter zombie was still caught a bit off guard by the fact that he was now a hero. He smiled. “Uh, thanks. So you’re Electric Boogaloo, right?”

EB spun on his heel and struck a pose. “That be me~” He smiled.

“My name The Smash. Good to meet you, new hero.” Smash held out his large hand.

“Wow, I didn’t expect a luchador to have such a thick russian accent,” said Sportacus.

“Most do not.”

Sportacus stared at Smash’s huge palm, and then smiled and shook it.

“Good grip,” commented Smash.

Sportacus grinned.

“...For thin zombie like you.”

Sportacus burst out laughing. “I like you.”

“Smash like you too, Sportus.” Smash patted Sportacus’ head and noogied him with his thumb.

Sportacus chuckled. “So what DID happen to Rustbolt?”

Now the thing is, EB and Smash had come and greeted him as the last few zombies were leaving. So it was just the three of them, pretty much. “...You really wanna know?” Whispered EB.

“Yes I do, Floof.”

“Okay, we-- Did you just call me floof?”

Sportacus nodded. “Sorry, Electric Boogaloo…”

“I kinda like it.” EB smiled. “I’m kinda surprised nobody’s called me that before.”

“So, what happened to him, Floof?”

EB looked at the hero. Sure, he seemed nice… But he’s Rustbolt’s REPLACEMENT… But it’s not his fault… So, taking in a deep breath, and then holding it for a sec, EB sighed. “Rustbolt got some plant-related powers and now he’s living with the plant heroes.”

“How come nobody else told me?”

Smash and EB looked at each other. If they spilled the beans, Sportacus could take said beans to Brainstorm or Zomboss. Those beans are NOT cool beans. “It is because only us know,” Smash said softly.

Sportacus’ eyes widened. “Did you guys almost leave WITH him?”

EB shook his head. “No. We visited him.”

“Also we gave him plant powers,” Smash mumbled.

Sportacus gasped.

“Smash!” EB scolded. “For real!?”

“I trust him, he is nice.” Smash shrugged.

Sighing, EB nodded. “Yeah. He wanted powers so we shot him with the handheld hero-tron. The one that made YOU a hero. But he had coffee grounds in his hands and ZAP! Plant powers.”

“I thought it was tea,” Smash commented.

“Yeah. What’d I say, coffee? God I’m stupid. I’m just a bit stressed from the meeting. I don’t want any harm to come to my best friend…”

Sportacus hugged EB. “Cheer up, Floof. It’s really cool getting to talk to you guys and, well… Talking in general. It’s great being able to say something besides ‘brains’ all the time. But I don’t think I’m fit for all this…”

Smash poked the other two. “I have idea. Is good one. Want to hear?”

“What’s your idea?” Asked EB.

“We get Rustbolt… To train Sportacus. That way we dont end up having another Rustbolt replacement, and Zomboss will leave us alone.”

“Which gives us the perfect environment to figure out where to go from there,” said Sportacus.

Smash smiled. “Already he is like Rustbolt. Very smart.”

EB was about to say something when his phone rang. It was Zomboss.

“Electric Boogaloo! I require your services immediately,” said the big-brained boss.

“‘Sup, Dr. Zomboss?”

“You and Super Brainz are to look after Impfinity.”

“Got it.”

Zomboss hung up, and EB pocketed his phone. “Guys, I gotta go babysit Impfinity with--”

“The one and only!~” Super Brainz landed onto the stage where the others stood.

EB chuckled. He was always a bit fond of Super Brainz. Back in the days, them and Smash were the CREW. They went on ALL the missions. They were inseparable. “Gimme a sec, ok?” Super Brainz nodded and flew in the air, kinda hovering high above them.

“So what’s up?” Asked Sportacus.

“The main focus is finding out what else Zomboss has planned.” Sportacus and Smash nodded.

Suddenly, Super Brainz flew down. “Zomboss said to tell you that Sportacus is going to be living in Rustbolt’s house.”

EB, Smash and Sportacus nodded.

“Now let’s go!” Super brainz picked up EB and flew off. EB waved to Smash and Sportacus, and they waved back.

“I’m gonna miss Rustbolt,” said Super Brainz.

EB looked at him. “...Me too.”

“But hey, what’re you gonna do, right?” SB shrugged. “Oh, also. I got a bunch of disco albums for us to listen to.” Floof smiled. Him and Super Brainz, even if they hadn’t talked much anymore, always had each other in mind. “So we’re almost there.”

“Impfinity isn’t TOO crazy, right?” Asked EB.

“Nah, he’s just jumpy. He doesn’t clone himself TOO much, and when he does it’s usually to do something like stack on top of them to reach the cookie jar or something.”

EB chuckled. “That’s pretty IMPressive.”

Super Brainz let out a guffaw, clutching his stomach with both hands. Therefore dropping EB.

“Why am I always getting dropped in the air!?” Screamed EB. “It’s not even scary anymore, it’s just redundant!”

Super Brainz flew down and picked up the dancing hero. “There.”

“I’m just glad we’re not babysitting Z-Mech,” said EB.

“Why not?”

“He’s kind of a copycat,” EB started. “Like, he’s not that original. Half of his decks are either sports decks or dancing decks. Those are my thing. And Rustbolt’s thing.”

Super Brainz nodded. “Well, SPORTACUS’s thing now, I guess. Also you gotta remember, Dancing decks, he has Bonus Track Buckethead.”

EB frowned. “I want him in my arsenal.”

“Who knows? Maybe some magic disco dancer can conjure up one for you,” Super Brainz said sarcastically.

“Conjure. Now that’s a word you don’t hear everyday.”

Super Brainz smirked that pervy-looking smirk of his. “I learned that word yesterday.”

“Been waiting to use it, haven’t you.”

“You know me so well~” Super Brainz said in a heavily exxhagerated girly voice. The two started laughing. Just like they used to. “Hey, remember that Grass Knuckles mission?”

“Oh god, with the two trenches next to the pier? Don’t freaking remind me.”

Super Brainz laughed.

“That took us SO LONG.”

~FLASHBACK~

Super Brainz, EB and Smash are gathered around each other.

“He’s got too much bullseye bullshit,” growled Super Brainz.

Smash nodded. “We need locust swarm and rolling stone.”

EB looked at Smash. “Definately the locusts, but we also need to be able to damage nim directly.”

“You both are crazy!” Shouted SB. “We need to use deadly to get rid of those damn armored plants. We need strikethrough to hit him directly. We also nooe to bonus attack the shit out of him.”

“Or we can just flood him with glass cannons!” Yelled Floof.

“No! We need a weed spray!” Roared Smash.

The three kept on arguing. For a long time. Until finally Smash roared. EB and SB both shut up after that.

“We need Frenzy,” said Smash. “That way we can hit him. Super Brainz, you have no healing, so you are bad idea for this.”

“Wait, that’s it!” EB snapped his fingers. “Everyone make a list of what you LACK.”

Smash and Super Brainz were a bit confused, but nonetheless they did as EB said.

After a few minutes they read out their lists. EB started. “I don’t have bonus attacks, strikethrough, bouncing, deadly, armored or bullseye.”

“I don’t have direct damage, bullseye, bonus attack, deadly, bouncing or strikethrough,” said Smash.

Super Brainz went last. “I don’t have frenzy, armored, healing, destroying, decent buffs, debuffs, or direct damage.”

“What’s VERY important for this mission?” Asked EB.

“Healing, so that we can last longer,” said Smash.

“Deadly, because then his buffs go to waste.” Said Super Brainz.

“Frenzy,so deal with sting beans,” countered Smash.

Super Brainz narrowed his eyes. “Bonus attacks, to level the playing field.”

“Locusts to deal with big plants.”

“That’s what deadly’s for. Also Gravestones are immune to bonus attacks.”

“I can use weed spray,” said Smash.

SB laughed. “Bouncing undoes any buffs he gave them. Meaning WEED SPRAY is only good early game.”

“Guys!” Shouted EB. “Calm down. I think Super Brainz is the one we need.”

And Super Brainz, with the help of EB and Smash, made an imp-based strategy that absolutely obliterated Grass Knuckles. It took them a week altogether to beat that final fight.

~UNFLASHBACK~

“Well, here we are.” Super Brainz flew down into the carnival. There, standing by the circus tent, was Impfinity, snacking on brain cupcakes.

“Hi Soup Brain!~” Said Impfinity.

“Impfinity, I’m here with EB.”

Impfinity stared at EB’s afro. “Look at all that floof!” Shouted Impfinity. “SO MUCH FLOOF!”

Super Brainz snickered. “I’m like, 95% sure that he’s only got like five hairs on his head, they’re just like 40 feet long.”

“My hair is NOT 40 feet!”

“Sure as hell SMELLS like 40 feet.” SB pointed to his bootless foot. Impfinity just busted out lauhging.

EB pouted. “That’s not cool, bro.”

“Sorry,” said the superhero. “I got…. CARRIED AWAY.”

EB laughed so hard he started tearing up. “You crack me up~”

Super Brainz smirked. “So are we gonna watch the little rascal?”

“Yep. So, Impfinity, what do you wanna do?” EB crouched, tooking down at the small imp.

“I want to play chickenfight!” He shouted.

“But there’s only three of us.”

Impfinity, with the craziest smile on his face, pressed the button on his belly. “Not anymore!” 5 Impfinities stacked on each other’s shoulders, and were about twice as tall as EB, not including hair.

“Who’s bottom?” asked Super Brainz. “I’m stronger, but you’re taller.”

“Stronger? Don’t underestimate my back and shoulders, buddy.”

EB, now curious, flew up onto EB, and EB carried the buff hero with ease.

The Impfinities were laughing hysterically. “Yay!”

And then the fight was on. EB had no problem on the bottom, except for the fact that Super Brainz was full-on left and right hooking the clones. Every time he swung his fist, he put all his weight into that punch. Which made it hard for EB to balance. And every time that Super Brainz would punch a clone off, another would spawn in its place.

“This is fun!” The clones laughed and giggled. EB smiled as he and Super Brainz fought the impfinite clones.

“That was exhausting,” said Super Brainz between pants.

EB had the biggest grin on his face. “It was fun.” He watched Super Brainz take off, then started walking to his nightclub. Suddenly, his phone rang. It was Brainstorm. Picking it up, EB casually asked “Hello?” He hoped that Sportacus hadn’t spilled the beans to Brainstorm.

“Electric Boogaloo, it’s Professor Brainstorm. We haven’t hung out in a while, I was wondering if you wanted to do something later.”

Well that’s not suspicious at all. “Uh, sure. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, there’s this pink comet I’ve been keeping an eye on for a while and--”

“You’ve noticed that too?”

“Yes. It’s quite peculiar. I plan to observe it more tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me.”

EB sighed in relief. “Yeah, sure. Sounds fun.”

“Excellent. Meet me at Zombie U just after sundown.” Brainstorm hung up.

EB pocketed his phone and looked up. The sun was already done setting.

Brainstorm had basically said, in a really calm way,

GET OVER HERE. NOW.

EB gulped. This might be about stars.

Or it might be about something of much greater importance.

EB ran all the way to Zombie U. There on the roof stood the second smartest zombie of all time. “Hello, Boogaloo,” said Brainstorm without looking down at Boog.

The disco dancer bit his lip. “How’s it going, Brainstorm?”

“It’s going great,” said EB. He was lying of course, but Brainstorm didn’t seem to notice.

“Come join me,” he said.

EB climbed up to the roof and looked at the stars. There, sure enough, was that pink dot. “It’s not headed for us, is it?...”

Brainstorm shook his head. “Not at all. That would make it a meteor. It’s Comet Z, as I have started to call it.”

EB shrugged. “Comet Z sounds cool.”

Brainstorm looked into the telescope. “I wanted to ask you something.”

EB’s eyes widened. “Sup?”

“What are you up to?”

EB started panicking. “W-what do you mean? I’m not up to anything, Brainstorm.”

Brainstorm shrugged. “Wanted to know if you had plans later in the week.”

A weight was lifted from his aching shoulders.

“But now you’re acting nervous. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Well there’s alot of stuff I don’t tell you,” EB quickly responded. A little TOO quick.

Brainstorm turned and glanced at EB. “You seem on edge. Look, if you don’t wanna tell me something, don’t tell me it. We all hide things from each other.”

EB let out a sigh of relief. “So anyways, um.”

“Well are you free this week?”

EB nodded. But since Brainstorm was looking through the telescope, he said “Yep. I’m free, as far as I know.”

“Excellent. Can I count on your arrival to Zombie U tomorrow evening as well?”

“Sounds good. I’m also gonna be helping train Sportacus, by the way. But that’ll be in the daytime.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Brainstorm. “Good chat.”

“Wait was that all? I came over here so that you could ask me to come over AGAIN tomorrow?”

“I only realized the redundancy once you arrived,” replied the professor. “I hope to see you tomorrow, EB. You should get some sleep.”

EB, keeping eyes on the professor, climbed down the building and slowly backed away. Once he was far enough, he turned and bolted for his house.

Brainstorm, watching Comet Z, flinched slightly when his phone rang. He pressed a button, and a hologram of Zomboss appeared. “Hello, Dr. Zomboss.”

“Good evening, Brainstorm,” said Zomboss. “I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”

“What would that be, sir?”

“The laser. The one that Rustbolt blew up. I want you to remake it.”

Brainstorm looked up and furrowed his brow. His moustache twitched. “I can have it done in six days, sir.”

“Make it five.”

Brainstorm nodded, and the hologram fizzled out. He put down the small device and continued to observe the comet. “Oh, the kind of things that could be on that comet. It looks like it’s made primarily of solid rock, instead of a granular substance or ice. How peculiar. It seems to be about the size of a two-story house.That is, if I’m looking at it correctly. That glow is so intense, It took all my sun filters to be able to properly observe it. How odd.”

“Brainz!” Shouted a browncoat.

“What is it?” Asked the professor.

“Brainz.”

“Really?”

“Brainz.”

“Fine.” Brainstorm sighed and teleported down to the ground. He walked inside to see a mass of wires and two oval frames. “How is it not working?”

“Brainz.”

“I thought I put new couplings in.”

“Brainz.”

“After one test? Really?”

“Brainz.” He pointed to the oval on the left. “Brainz.”

“I said I would work on that. Also you’re forgetting that the cables are weighing it down. We can’t get accurate numbers yet.”

“Brainz?”

“Yes, we’re gonna put the transmitter on.”

“Brainz.”

“That all?”

He nodded.

“Good.” Brainstorm left the room and headed to his office. He rifled through a few papers and found the diagrams and blueprints for the zombification laser. “Two projects, two deadlines.”

EB was walking home when it started to thunder. Clouds rolled in, and lightning jumped from one cloud to the next. EB chuckled. Lightning struck down in front of EB, temporarily blinding him. He flinched, blinking the white lines out of his eyes. “I’m ELECTRIC BOOGALOO. THIS IS MY DOMAIN.” He jumped in the air, and pointed to the sky with both hands. Lightning came down and entered his fingers. When he landed, he jumped again and shot it back into the air. He watched the rain fall down and shocked it with his finger. It bounced from one droplet to the other, finally arcing down and going into the earth.

He walked home, zapping the rain and puddles as he went. He could never do this with Rustbolt. Rustbolt hated rain, even when his suit wasn’t on. Admittedly that was rare, but still.

When EB reached home, he walked in to see hoards of dancing zombies. He closed the door, walked to the center of the stage, and danced the night away.