#but it suddenly started to move and try to go up the sides of the box so we put it outside on the grass

[anime-and-toon-oc-time]

*Super au. Aka freddy after a century decides to be everyone's problem.*

*Freddy wasn't kind. Freddy wasn't good. Despite what ames said. No matter what Hikari said. He wasn't good. He lied he hurt he stole he killed once or twice. He was horrible. But that wasn't important right now. Right now, he took time to walk and think about his time as a supervillain. He had magic minions he had a base he was a monster, villains feared, and heros were too scared to battle. But he had a rival. A young hero. She was like a cat girl. She also had wings magic powers, and heck, she had a side kick that was a stuffed toy he thinks? That alien thing was very odd and was a bit of an straightlacer. He grew to like her as a rival. She was naive young and oh so foolish. But he always lost. Him! A over 100 year old....whatever the fuck he was. And he was beaten by a 10 year old! But he took a walk to clear his head. It was after a plan that he almost won. He had her gear caught her and stole her powers but then...he heard her cry spaced out and suddenly he was holding Laz and she was back with new powers and won the day. Now. Laz was a puppet. His sister...his precious sisters made a teddy bear that was dressed up like him back when they talked him into becoming a superhero when playing pretend. He wasn't sure why her sniffles and crying while hiccuping struck a cord. But it did. He heard voices. And for weeks he didn't do any villainy. All the while he wondered why he thought that way. He was even sure he missed the hero. And even took different routes. He cleaned up his base. He ate healthier he even looked up various plush toys his sisters had and played with them. Again he didn't know why. But while listening to the news the news were happy he was gone and after the first week. He...saw something. The hero who was named 'Miss Plush' who he found out was named Amelia was different. Her mask was torn. Her cape wasn't patched up rightly. Her costume had faded stains he even saw she was skinny. And pale. And bags under her eyes along with bloodshot eyes. She looked like him. So soon he took walks in an attempt to try and find her. He even found her home but..she wasn't there. WHY WASNT SHE THERE? SHES 10! HER DAD HAD A GOOD JOB! HER MOM WAS ALIVE! WHERE WAS SHE? WHY DID THEY NOT CARE? WHY WERE THEY SO OBSESSED WITH HER HERO PERSONA? HOW DID THEY KNOW ABOUT HER PERSONA?*

*thats when he got to where he is now. Alone. On a cold day. Thanks to a new crime spree he started in an attempt to drag the hero out he used magic to make sleet Hail a blizzard and even freezing rain that burned he even whipped up a storm trying to get her to rush here. But he found her.*

*in a destroyed building. It was empty somehow colder then the outside. Wait where was her sidekick? he got closer. Brusies. Cuts. He even saw snow. So he was outside. But...why was she here? He then saw the lack of things in the bag. All she had was her costume a pillow and a map. Was...was she stealing? Hey....wait. he read her journal so she was elsewhere she fought minor villains and monsters and robots destroying them all ah not liked he cared. Though however She was doing the same things he did as a hero. That was new. He normally would have had fun mocking her but now he was mad. She of course woke up just enough to puke blood on his foot and to joke she was going to see him finally win.*

*upset Freddy asked her what the hell happened and she explained it all. Along with talking about her new powers. He blocked out it all after a few minutes. He didn't hear what she said about the cops. About the people. About the city. She said everything about her parents and flashing to times where he had to deal with bad adults and felt his wrath against humans flared but in a move Noone would understand and he snapped out of the Funk and was currently over a stove. As an auto pilot he took her home. He fed her. He healed her. He...he why was he like this?*

*he sat down watching the city try to manage without her and his own antics. Cops stopped burglers and supervillains were on the loose as the hero healed in his home. He can't remember what she said happened but her sidekick abandoned her and outed her. She ran from her home and parents and somehow everyone turned on or abandoned her. Hell the other magical heros didn't care. Surely it was cause they were upstaged by her.*

*she did heal up after a week of intense care and was in the base holding Laz with the plushies behind her. She made Laz her new sidekick and watched as the heros failed to stop freddy who renamed himself 'Gargoyle' ditching his Admiral Anarchy persona and his celestial devil title. She saw how he took them out abd how he destroyed people.*

*Freddy wasnt kind.*

*Freddy wasn't nice.*

*Freddy wasn't a hero nor was he good.*

*but after a tour of mayhem he came back giving her the powers of the heros and taught her how to steal magic and powers of others and his skills.*

*Freddy would need a new sidekick. Yes...sidekick*

*Miss Plush soon started calling herself Ames. She had heard she was someone who saved Freddy once and she was sure she'd want her to help Freddy.*

*she was a new hero after years she became the new hero the Celestial Angel.*

*Ames Bishop was kind.*

*Ames Bishop was a hero.*

*her father Freddy Bishop wasn't kind.*

*but...maybe.*

*maybe Freddy can try.*

*Freddy is willing to try.*

*All for Ames. All for his little girl.*

*the funniest thing. People forget when you become older time seems to both slow down and speed up. It had bee a full 6 years huh? Damn. Well that dosent matter now! He had his routine. Get up make coffee have food wake up Ames and try to not think about the past.*

*he knew what he wanted after he found his first target all that time ago. The parents of that little magical girl he found all those times ago. Heh. Funny. He wasn't sure why her old sidekick tried to make another hero and paint her as a traitor. Oh well hed be taken care of eventually.*

*now. Where is his girl? She needs to get ready for school! She has a big day! She's graduating! He couldn't be prouder!*

@donkeybro

You are a villain with a long-standing rivalry with the local Magical Girl. One day, you learn that the Magical Girl has been abandoned by her parents.

[bbyseok]

thinking about your boyfriend gojo satoru who starts floating every time you kiss him on the lips, and you finally have your first make out session with him.

gojo satoru x gn!reader, suggestive

“baby, puh-leaseeeee!”

being gojo’s classmate-turned-friend-turned-partner, you’re pretty used to the sorcerer’s occasional pouting ‘n whining, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so desperate before.

you’re in the confines of his dorm room, seated on his bed, facing each other with your legs crossed and knees brushing against his.

it had been like any other lazy afternoon with each other, munching on snacks after the completion of another easy mission when your boyfriend had suddenly grabbed ahold of your hands with a single proposal,

“wanna make out?”

he swears up and down that nothing wonky will happen to his cursed technique once his lips are on yours, but you’re not too sure about that.

you toy with his slender fingers absentmindedly, “i don’t know, ‘toru..”

“sweetheart, you’re telling me you haven’t thought about us making out before?” he huffs and puffs like a kid who isn’t able to stick his hand in the cookie jar, but then again, that sounds just like satoru.

“what? no. i mean- i guess i have…” you try to brush off the fact that you’re getting kinda.. flustered. he’s just so damn insistent about this.

of course you’ve thought about kissing him more.. passionately. it’s just that you also have placed thought in how it might go—with you two up in the air.

a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, but it’s not one of those smug, arrogant ones he usually offers his opponents. it’s something more along the lines mirth and affection.

“sooooooo….”

you roll your eyes. “fine.” his eyes light up and before he can cheer, you add, “but the second something goes wrong we’re stopping.”

“yeah, yeah,” he says, but it’s rushed and hurried—excited. admittedly, you are too, as he shuffles closer with a giddy grin.

his eyes are unwavering in their stare even as the corners crinkle up along with his grin, and it only serves to make you smile fondly in return.

unlike your very first kiss, gojo moves in before you—he leans forward and captures your lips with his. the two of you have never kissed for longer than a few seconds, but then he’s suddenly angling his head to deepen it and your breath is stolen.

where the hell did he learn to kiss like this?

you have no time to gather your thoughts, rather going on instinct as you feel satoru’s hand come up to cradle the side of your face, swiping his thumb over your cheek with a tenderness that makes you melt further into his touch.

gojo makes out with you like he’s been waiting for forever to do this, which might not be so far from the truth. you return his enthusiam, fingers tangling with the snowy locks at his nape.

he’s a bit sloppy with it, but you hazily think that’s a given since he’s never made out with anyone before and holy shit—you’re actually making out with him.

it’s the loud sounds of wet lips smacking against each other, all hot ‘n heavy, that make you blush and feel warm all over.

gojo hasn’t started floating yet, and you only know that because he’s leaning forward even more, crawling and invading your space until its no longer yours, and you have no choice to fall back onto the sheets.

his arms cage you in as he hovers over you now, and his lips leave yours for only a few fleeting moments before he’s kissing you fervently again.

everything is going okay (more than okay), satoru is still in control of his powers, you’re getting a lil’ breathless and—

uh oh.

gojo pulls away only by a few centimeters, lips still brushing against yours, but you can feel his panic as his eyes widen and he’s pulling even further away.

you know you said you’d stop if his powers started getting out of control but you’d be damned if this stopped now, so you grab him by the collar of his shirt and shove him back, a yelp leaving his throat when you straddle his lap.

“there,” you huff out, the edges of a smirk on your lips now that you’ve found a little solution to gojo’s floating problem. you laugh a bit breathlessly, “now you can’t float away from me.”

with his cheeks flushed a pretty pink and his sky blue eyes wide, for once satoru looks like he’s at a loss for words as he blinks up at you. he clears his throat, trying to regain his composure, “well damn, babe, if i had known you’d be this forward i would’ve done this a lot soo-”

you roll your eyes again with a slight grin. “shut up, ‘toru.”

satoru grins, but you make good on your words by pulling him by his shirt again to effectively shut him up with your lips.

(and, well.. let’s just say something else goes up whenever you make out with him.)

[shybluebirdninja]

Growing Us

Summary       : Old Logan takes care of his pregnant wife. Note               : fluff

Logan’s POV

Her breathing was slow, steady, but I could tell she wasn’t asleep. I watched her from the doorway for a second, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. She was lying on her side, one hand resting on her growing belly, the other tucked under her pillow. My wife, strong as steel, but pregnancy was taking its toll on her.

I walked over, careful not to wake her if she had finally drifted off. As I got closer, she shifted, her eyes fluttering open and catching mine.

“Hey,” she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. She tried to sit up, but I quickly stepped forward, my hand resting on her shoulder.

“Easy, darlin’. You don’t need to move.”

She chuckled, but it was tired. “I’m fine, Logan.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said yesterday,” I muttered, sitting down beside her on the bed. “And the day before that. Doesn’t mean you don’t need to rest.”

She rolled her eyes, but I could see how exhausted she was. I’d never been one for all the baby talk or fussing over things, but seeing her like this—tired, carrying our kid—something inside me changed. Maybe it was that protective instinct or just the fact that she looked so damn beautiful, even when she was worn out.

“You’re hovering,” she teased, her hand reaching for mine.

I grunted, but my fingers wrapped around hers. “Not hovering. Just… watching over you.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, squeezing my hand. “I like when you’re like this. All soft.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Soft? Darlin’, I ain’t soft.”

She laughed again, and the sound was like music to my ears. It had been a rough few weeks for her—morning sickness that didn’t just stick to mornings, swollen feet, and a back that was giving her hell. I’d give anything to make it easier, but all I could do was be here. So, that’s what I did.

“You hungry?” I asked, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. “I could make you something. Or try, anyway.”

Her face softened, but she shook her head. “I’m okay, Logan. Just tired.”

Tired was an understatement. Her eyes were heavy, but she was fighting it. Always trying to be strong, even when she didn’t have to be.

“Then rest,” I said, my voice gruff but gentle. “I got everything covered. You don’t need to do anything.”

Her hand drifted back to her belly, and I couldn’t help but follow it with my eyes. It still blew my mind that we were doing this—starting a family. It wasn’t something I thought I’d ever have, not with the life I’d lived. But here we were, her body growing the next part of us, and I couldn’t imagine anything more important.

“Feel the baby,” she whispered suddenly, her eyes lighting up.

I blinked, then reached out cautiously, my rough hand gently resting over hers on her belly. A moment passed, then I felt it—a small, faint kick.

My heart did something weird, tightening and swelling at the same time. I’d fought wars, survived hell, but this? This was something else.

“She’s strong,” I murmured, my hand lingering there.

“She is,” she whispered, her voice soft and full of warmth. “Just like her dad.”

I shook my head. “Nah. She gets that from you.”

We sat there for a while, neither of us saying much. I didn’t need words. This—just being here, feeling that life we’d created, seeing her in front of me—it was enough.

“Get some sleep,” I said after a while, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know,” she whispered, her hand still on mine.

Her eyes drifted closed, and I stayed where I was, watching over her like I always would.

[http-shield]

"you need a seat? I’ll volunteer" -bucky barnes

more unhinged avenger!reader x bucky barnes honey is a replacement for y/n

"Can you move your seat up?" Bucky asks Sam as he closes the door behind him.

Sam sighs and turns back to look. "Why do you always sit behind me and then ask me to move it up? Move over!"

"I can't!" Bucky gestures over to you sitting on the other side of the backseat. "She's over there. What do you want me to do? Where do you want me to sit?"

"You can sit on my face."

The words tumble from you before you have the opportunity to stop them. You slap your hand over your mouth the second the last syllable leaves, your face heating to a thousand degrees as silence falls over the small car.

"I'm sorry, what?" Bucky demands and looks at you, shifting his entire body towards yours.

"You did not just say what I think you said." Sam throws his hands in the air in disbelief. "Say it again. What did you just say?"

You shake your head, unable to repeat the sentiment you had thought a million times out loud again.

"What...what do you mean by that?" Bucky stares at you, completely confused, but you are unable to meet his gaze. "How...what?" there is a desperation in his voice as he begins to ponder the answer to whatever situation you were thinking of.

"How would that even work?" Sam begins to twist his arms and body around as if acting out the positioning, the silence beginning to suffocate you as Sam continues trying figurations.

"You just get on top and-" You bury your face in your hands, cheeks burning hotter than the sun.

"On top of what?!" Bucky exclaims.

"Her face, man!" Sam yells, shoulders beginning to shake in laughter.

"But why would I be on top? Shouldn't she be sitting on my face?" Bucky clarifies, now looking at Sam as though he should have the answers.

"You want her to sit on your face? Are we confessing to things now?" Sam pins Bucky with a look, shaking his head as to garner some sense of direction the conversations is going in.

"Well," Bucky begins and shrugs his shoulders. "If one of us is gonna sit on the other's face, id rather it be her on mine."

"Oh my god, Bucky!" you groan, desperately trying to sink into the leather of the seat. "Can we stop talking about this, please."

"You brought it up!" he blurts out, attention now on you as you hide in your arms.

"It just came out!" you shriek, unable to stop the embarrassment flowing over you.

Suddenly, the car door opens, and Steve slides in, blissfully unware as to what just transpired.

"So what did i miss?" He asks, gunning the car to life.

"Nothing." You and Bucky answer in unison, a little too suspicious for Steve's liking.

The Captain looks in the mirror at you, then at Bucky, and back at you. A hum leaves him as he shifts gears.

"Bucky asked Honey sit on his face" Sam announces unprompted as Steve starts to reverse.

The car slams on the brakes before Bucky yells.

"She asked me!"

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a/n: vvvvv dialogue heavy but this was fun! i hope y'all like unhinged reader hehehe ^^

[hikakuriyyu]

Scream men as a soft yandere (headcanon)

⁎ warnings: jealousy, implied !murder!, posessiveness, female!reader. not proof read.

⁎ summary: how (modern!au) Billy, Stu, Mickey, Charlie and Ethan would act if they were a yandere.

⁎ author note: thank you guys for all the support ! i got one more headcanon and i'll move on from scream. i am writing a anon request right now ! :)

Billy Loomis

If you're out with friends, Billy will casually ''drop by'' to check in, telling you he just wanted to see you. He'll stay close to you, keeping you by his side at all times. If anyone starts to take up too much of your attention, he'll try to put your attention back to him, reminding you that he's there.

While you are out with your friends, you laugh at one of the jokes they made while Billy was sat next to you. A few moments later, he slips his arm around your waist. He flashes a fake smile to your friend before turning to you, ''I missed you.'' He stays close for the rest of the conversation, his hand lingering as a silent warning to anyone nearby.

When you're upset or going through a rough time, Billy will be right there, pulling you close and whispering that he's the only one who understands you, the only one you can be with. He'll listen to you and basically gaslight you into thinking he is the only one for you.

After you vent about your day, Billy gently takes your hand and looks into your eyes. ''I'm here. You don't need anyone else... right ?'' his voice is warm, and the way he looks at you makes you feel like he is indeed the only one who truly understood you. It's comforting. Exactly what he wanted.

He'd always make sure to give slight warnings to people he saw as a threat to your relationship. Perhaps a guy who was staring at you for too long or when somebody gets too close to you for his liking. He'd be very discreet with the warnings he'd give.

When your friend touched your shoulder in a friendly way, Billy catches up with them afterward, blocking their path with a casual smile. ''I’d keep some distance from her if I were you.'' he says in a low voice, his eyes turning cold. The message is clear. No one gets close to you without his permission.

Stu Macher

Stu would always be around you, seeking your attention and approval. He'd act like your personal hype man, getting over excited about everything you do. If he feels like you're not paying attention to him, he'd playfully sulk or even resort to exaggerated antics to keep all eyes on him and you. Because in his mind, no one else deserves your attention except for him.

Stu shows up unexpectedly at your favorite hangout, waving and grinning as he calls out your name. He right next to you, wanting you catch him up on everything he missed. If anyone else tries to talk, he abruptly interrupts them, making sure he keeps your attention on him. ''C'mon, it's way more fun when it's just us.'' he says, giving you that familiar smile.

Stu would have very bad mood swings. He'd be his usual goofy self, but suddenly turn possessive if he someone is trying to come between you. His cheerful nature would return as soon as you give him reassurance, but anyone watching might feel uneasy at how quickly his mood changes when it comes to you.

You're chatting with someone when Stu suddenly pulls you aside, his expression a little darker than usual. ''What's so interesting about her ?'' he asks, trying to play it off with a laugh, but there's a hint of edge in his tone. Once you reassure him, he relaxes, grinning and wrapping an arm around you, back to his usual self as if nothing happened. But you catch the dirty look he gives the person you were talking to before you leave.

Stu would joke around about ''keeping you all to himself'' or make comments about others ''getting in the way'' but there would be a hint of seriousness in his tone. While he'd brush it off as a joke, his possessiveness would be clear, especially when he laughs just a little too long.

Stu drapes an arm over your shoulder, watching as someone tries to approach you. With a laugh that's just a bit too loud, he mutters, ''They better watch themselves, huh ? Wouldn't want anyone getting in our way.” He grins, leaving you wondering if that was really joke.

Mickey Altieri

Mickey would have a habit of watching every little detail about you. He'd know your class schedule, your favorite spots, and even memorize your favorite foods. If you happen to change your plans or mention something new, he'd be the first to know. He'd never directly admit it though.

You're surprised when you mention a new movie you wanted to see, and Mickey immediately pulls two tickets from his pocket with a casual grin. ''Already got us seats.'' he says smoothly, as if it's a total coincidence. But the way his smile tells you he's has been paying very close attention. Maybe closer than you realized.

Mickey would always be on edge when it comes to your safety. He'd insist on walking you home, sending texts about every 5 minutes, and questioning anyone who gets too close to you. If he senses someone is giving you unwanted attention, he'd intervene. And the person he said he'd ''talk to'', mysteriously disappears the next day.

Walking together after class, you notice Mickey glancing over his shoulder every few minutes, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist. When he noticed someone was looking at you for too long, his grip tightens on your waist. ''Some people just don't know how to mind their business.'' he murmured to himself, already planning to take care of the person.

Mickey would be very intense in his affection, doing anything to prove how much he cares. He'd bring you gifts or show up unexpectedly just to remind you he's there. But beneath the charm, there'd be vulnerability in his gestures. Like he's afraid of losing you. His entire happiness relies on keeping you close.

One evening, Mickey shows up at your door with a small gift bag and that charming smile of his. Inside, it's filled with little things that only someone who really listens to you would know you love. He shrugs casually. ''Just thought you could use a pick up.'' His eyes are so fixed on your reaction that it feels like he's studying every expression, almost as if he needs the reassurance of seeing you happy.

Charlie Walker

Charlie would secretly collect stuff from things you had lying around or things you've touched. A pen you dropped on the grond, your hairtie, even a napkin you used. He'd tuck these away like small treasures, creating a hidden shrine that only he knows about.

You leave a study session at Charlie's place, and after you go, he carefully picks up the pencil you left behind. With a soft smile, he adds it to a small, hidden box in his room, where he keeps little things that remind him of you. He runs his fingers over the items, each one carrying a memory that makes him feel closer to you.

Charlie would stalk on you. Like following your social media or always knowing where you are. He wouldn't comment much, just liking posts But he is always aware of what you're up to, but never enough to be obvious about it.

One night, you post a picture at a new restaurant. Within moments, Charlie texts you, asking casually if you're enjoying the food. ''Didn't know you liked that place. Let me know if you want company next time !'' he writes, acting as though he just happened to see it. You don't know, but he already knew exactly where you were.

He'd frame his actions as concern, subtly making you rely on him by helping you with homework, offering to lend his favorite books or movies, or even inviting you over under the guise of study sessions. Over time, he'd make it seem like he's the one who understands you best, all while gently isolating you from others.

You mention struggling with an assignment, and Charlie offers his help, insisting he has all the right resources. As you work together, he subtly dismisses advice from other classmates, saying things like, ''They just don't get it like we do.'' His calm reassurance makes you start to rely on him more, and bit by bit, you feel like he's the only one who truly understands your needs.

Ethan Landry

He would always be by your side, no matter where you go. Whether you're at school, walking through a crowded hallway, or sitting in a library, his presence is constant, a shadow that never leaves.

You're sitting outside, trying to get some work done, when Ethan slides into the seat next to you, his shoulder brushing yours. He doesn't say anything at first, just sits there, his hand resting inches from yours. When you glance at him, he smiles softly, eyes fixed on you. ''You okay ?'' His voice is calm, but his gaze lingers, as if he’s waiting for you to give him your full attention. It's like he doesn''t want to leave your side, not for a second.

Ethan is the perfect boyfriend in public: soft, gentle, and attentive. He'll bring you your favorite coffee, ask about your day, and always make you feel cared for. But behind closed doors, his thoughts are far more twisted. If he sees anyone he doesn't like you to be around, he would go as far as killing them. Just for you.

Earlier, a guy from your class was annoying you on purpose, trying to get a reaction from you. Ethan glared at him, his fists tightening in anger. A dark thought crosses his mind. “Don't worry, he won't bother you again.'' The sweetness in his tone doesn't reach his eyes. They're colder now, calculating. You don't realize it, but he was planning something much more sinister than you would ever expect.

Behind closed doors, Ethan would have photos of you, recordings of conversations, even small things like your handwriting on scraps of paper, all kept in a hidden journal. It's his personal shrine, a way to relive every interaction with you in obsessive detail. If anyone ever found it, they'd realize just how deep his obsession is.

You enter Ethan's room for the first time, and something feels off. His walls are covered with posters, but there's one section with pictures of you, some taken from far away, others shots from class or during lunch. You freeze, your heart racing. Ethan notices your reaction and walks over, a soft smile on his face. ''I just thought they were pretty.'' he says casually, as if it's nothing. ''Don’t worry. You're safe with me. I'm just making sure I never forget you.”

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Mystery of love

Previously / Next chapter

a/n thank you for reading peeps! It really means a lot to me. I love writing this story so much, oddly I find so much comfort in it. 🫧

summary: when two lost souls meet at their mutual friend’s party sparks fly, the question is if whatever they feel can actually bloom into something more? But that’s the mystery of love.

warning: none?, burnout

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Noah barely slept that night. You had cried in his arms till the first blips of sun snuck through the open window. Neither of you had paid it any attention last night and now Noah was blinded by the light stealing those precious couple of hours of sleep he could have gotten. It felt foreign to him at first. Yes, he had partners before but he couldn’t recall holding them while they cried. It was mostly slamming doors and half-hearted apologies. This felt so raw. As you quivered in his embrace. Clinging to him as if he was your only lifeline. He hoped that you couldn’t feel his heart hammering because he was clueless. Suddenly aware that he didn’t know what it meant to actually comfort someone. Someone you truly cared for.

When you had finally rung yourself out, falling asleep with your face hidden in the crook of his neck, Noah had just wrapped his arms even tighter around you. Nuzzling his face against the side of your head. He breathed in the scent of your shampoo. Letting the familiar scent lull him. He thought he could find peace then but every single twitch of your body had his eyes shooting open. Every sound in the corridor outside the apartment complex made his muscles tense. You were scared that were your own words. But of what? That night events? Your ex in general?

Noah wondered how much of your darkness matched his. How many demons did you battle on a daily? And was it because of them that Noah felt this pull to you? As if your souls had met prior and now after recognizing one another, refused to get lost again. So Noah drifted in and out of sleep. With either you or his mind-drawn nightmares pulling him back into consciousness.

Even if his body was exhausted there was something so special about feeling your body's warmth against his chest. So much different to the empty and cold bed that he was used to. You had shifted in your sleep, turning to your side. Noah’s he had no choice but to turn with you, spooning you as you slept. Your intertwined hands resting against the plush sheets and something fluffy… Noah lifted his head to find Marsh curled in a ball on top of your interlocked palms.

A slight smile spread onto Noah’s face as he moved his thumb up and down to scratch the fuzzy belly, causing the cat to sprawl out in satisfaction. He wanted to freeze moments like this. They were so rare and fragile that Noah was afraid to take a deeper breath, in case of disturbing the peace. Of chasing the blissful feeling away. But the bubble got busted as his phone rang, through the quiet space.

Cursing under his breath Noah reached back, trying to find the phone, digging through the sheets, only to be met with your slightly open eyes, glancing at him, “Go back to sleep”, he muttered, brushing his palm over his forehead as he sat up, climbing out of bed.

“Hello”, his tone was slightly breathless as he closed the door to your bedroom moments later. “Noah the meeting starts in 30min”, Jolly’s voice, an unimpressed one, greeted him on the other side. “Shit”, Noah grunted, rubbing a hand over his face. He had forgotten all about it. “Shit indeed”, Jolly sighed, Noah knew that he wasn’t angry with him. The whole situation was fucked and quite frankly he hadn’t made it easy for everyone. “Do you want me to cancel?”, Jolly asked, “Cause…”, “Postpone it or give them my phone I’ll talk to them”, Noah pleaded, pinching the bridge of his nose. A slight sound of the door opening made him turn back. “Go”, you muttered, tired face looking up at him. “No”, Noah shook his head. “Just give them my phone, Jolly, I’ll talk with them and… I’ll come by the studio today. We’ll finalize it all”, he promised. There was a brief pause before Jolly sighed again, “Matt will send you the contact info”. Noah nodded even if Jolly couldn’t see him, eyes locking with you as you watched him.

It felt as if someone had hit you on the back of your head but you guessed that’s what crying for hours would do to a person. You didn’t remember the last time you cried like this. Let alone cry in front of someone else. But no matter how much you had wanted to push Noah away, you couldn’t seem to find the strength to do it last night. So now you anxiously stirred your tea as you listened to him arguing over the phone. You had only exchanged brief words before you had let him go into the bedroom to take the call. He had missed a meeting because he was here. You were already messing up his life. You had grown to be a burden…

Your thoughts got cut off by Noah letting out a frustrated growl, before no doubt throwing his phone onto the bed. You pressed Marsh closer to your chest, giving his head heaps of kisses, before the door swung open. “That sounded intense”, you muse watching as Noah stepped into the kitchen, shaking his head. “The tour cancelation goes live on Friday but…”, he huffed throwing his head back with a sigh. “But”, you urged, letting Marsh sit on the stool on the other side, leaning against the table. “They want us to do one last show so I could make sure that I’m incapable of continuing the tour”, Noah flexed his jaw, wrapping his arms around himself. “That’s bullshit”, you grunted. “We have contractual obligations”, he explained, pressing his fingers to his temples. “It’s your health we’re talking about”, you argued back, stepping closer to him, fingers reaching for his tensed shoulders as you let your hands work the knots. “I can do one more show”, Noah sighed, hands reaching out for your waist as he spread his legs so you can stand in between them, “I just know that it will be bad vocally…”, it didn’t take a genius to hear the anxiety in his voice. And the fact that something he loved was now causing him so much distress made your heart ache.

“Okay”, you muttered, reaching up to hook a finger beneath his chin, turning his face up to meet yours, “We’ll do that show and then prioritize you. Get you back onto your feet”, you stated firmly with a slight nod. You would deliver proper meals to him yourself if you had to, force him to lay in bed. “I should be looking after you this morning”, Noah sighed, pressing his head into your stomach before pulling back up to look at you. “You shouldn’t, I’m fine”, you shook your head, “you on the other hand…”, letting your words trail off you just looked at him for a moment. “I thought I looked handsome”, Noah wiggled his eyebrows, making you smile slightly, “You would, if you took care of yourself”, you mused threading your fingers through his hair. Noah chuckled slightly before clearing his throat, “How are you?”, you knew that just like the last time he was choosing to acknowledge the inevitable. You appreciated it but the thought of being in the same vulnerable position made your bones quiver. “Thank you for staying”, you muttered instead, squeezing his hands. “If you can’t tell I’m hard to get rid of”, Noah shrugged, reaching out to push a strand of hair away from your face. “Guess we have some things in common after all”, you mused, before turning away from him to grab Noah a cup of his own.

You had barely found time to eat or for a matter of fact human, over the next few days. Work was a good distraction that you welcomed with open arms. With Friday’s concert approaching Noah had grown distant too. And for the first time longer gaps between his replies had filled your stomach with dread. You knew he was busy and quite frankly you were glad that he was putting all of his focus into the show ahead.

Matt forwarded you an email with a pass to the backrooms. One you had quickly refused to take. That was Noah’s world. Interlinking them would make it real. Whatever was brewing between you both would get real. Because you had spent quite some time thinking of how his arms felt wrapped around your body. The fact that the smell of him lingered in your bed. Or that you had slept hugging the pillow he slept on just to bring yourself some comfort.

“You’re not listening”, Dolores's voice made you blink a couple of times. “I wasn’t, I’m sorry”, you shook your head, turning to the next list of new arrivals. “No boy in a black car?”, she put her walking stick to the side, gesturing towards the window. “No, he’s busy”, you chuckled softly, “But I’ll send your best wishes to him”, you mused, throwing her a smile. “As if he wants wishes from me”, she scoffed, “You’ve been leaving in his car ever since though”, her words made you halt.

“Are you spying on me, Dolores?”, you teased her. “No, I just have good glasses and a window to the street”, she shrugged, making you shake your head. She watched you for a moment as if contemplating her next words, “You got your spark back”, Dolores clasped her hands together, “He’s a good influence on you”, “Ma’am your free pass on keeping me company doesn’t come with an insight into my love life”, you pointed out, turning to reach for the next box. “I never referred to it as a love life, you said it yourself, hun”, a mischievous smile spread across her face as if she had just caught you red-handed.

Your phone pinged something that also never happened because you always kept it on silent. But since you haven’t heard from Noah since last night you had left the sound on.

Noah: Thinking of you. This shit sucks.

Your heart both fluttered and broke as you read the message.

Y/N 🤍: Dolores says hi. You got this.

You quickly typed out. Smiling at the sight of the three bubbles pending.

Noah: are you ignoring the fact that I miss you?

Y/N 🤍: nope…

Noah: good, I’ll miss us for both of us.

Throwing your head back you tried to fight your smile. “Love life it seems to be”, Dolores mused making you shake your head, “I won’t admit to any of it”, “You don’t have to, darling, it shows”, reaching over the counter, Dolores squeezed your hand, before returning to look out the window.

Noah was slowly sinking again. The noises were too loud. His clothes made him feel as if he was suffocating. Not to mention the mask that seemed to suck all the oxygen out. It was a crippling feeling. Watching the rest of the band being solid and ready to go and him barely dragging along.

“How are you holding up?”, Nick slapped Noah’s shoulder. Noah slowly lifted his head. “I’m fine”, he muttered, knowing full well that they all saw through him. He wasn’t an easy person to be around lately. But he just couldn’t do it anymore. “Are we going through with this or are we opting out?”, Matt asked also stepping into the room. “We’re here aren’t we?”, Noah bit back, throwing his head back.

“We can opt-out, make this the time we announce the cancellation”, Matt reasoned but Noah knew that he couldn’t. With fans already standing by the stage. Singing bits of their songs. Standing outside the stadium all night to see them. Robbing them of this felt low. Even if he doubted that they would thank him for his lackluster performance.

Matt let out a sigh, “I’m pulling my last card out, after this I have nothing to offer”, he stated, stepping out of the room. Noah frowned slightly, trying to understand what exactly he meant before the doors swung back open and it felt as if someone directly forced a handful of air into his lungs. He met your eyes across the room. Before his gaze fell onto the bad omens shirt you had on. “Don’t get used to this, I was forced into it”, you grunted, pinching the black material. And for the first time in days a genuine smile spread across Noah’s lips, “Might take a picture to remember this moment”, he mused, watching as you waved to the rest of his team, introducing yourself to people you hadn’t yet met. “Use force to make him reasonable”, Matt muttered, squeezing your shoulder, you simply tapped onto his chest before he motioned for everyone else to leave. You just stood there, right by the door as everyone walked out. Eyes on Noah the whole time.

Only when the doors clicked shut did you step forward, erasing the distance between you two. “I wasn’t expecting you here”, he muttered, hands instantly reaching for your waist, something he found himself doing often as of late. “Yeah, since you didn’t invite me”, you teased. “I don’t want you to see a mediocre show and form an opinion about me”, Noah shrugged.

“No self-degradation, I do enough of that for both of us”, you pinched his chin between your fingers, pulling his head up, “I’m failing people, Y/n”, Noah grunted pulling away. “No, you’re failing yourself but that’s a topic for another day”, you sighed, “I’m not here to argue”. “I’m sorry”, Noah sighed, pulling you closer, head hanging low. Your fingers once again brushed through his silky hair as you offered him the same thing he had offered you. Silence. Silence to be filled with thoughts nagging. To reach out.

“I’m just so tired. I don’t feel alive some days”, he admitted with a shake of his head, “I want to do so much but fuck… sometimes getting out of bed is a task itself”. You could see it too. He was like a functioning addict. Slowly breaking down but still slipping through others' eyes. “You need to stop before your body shuts off, Noah”, you urged him, cupping his face. He instantly turned his head to the side kissing the inside of your palm. “Can you wait for me here?”, he asked, voice so small, you had to bite the inside of your cheek. “I’ll be right here”, you promised, leaning in to press your forehead against his.

“I’m so fucking happy that we met in that awful party”, Noah sighed, making you chuckle, “I’m not too keen that you stole Dolores’s heart, however”. Noah snorted, shaking his head, “Don’t be jealous, everyone in your life seems to love me”. “Now you’re just being full of yourself”, you rolled your eyes but deep down felt this wave of relief watching him slowly coming to life. “Ask Marsh, he’s also on my side”, Noah shrugged. “Stealing my cat is a low blow, Sebastian”, you jabbed a finger into his chest, meeting his eyes, that seemed to have gone alive the same way yours did when you two were together. “I intend to steal more than just your cat”, Noah muttered, sending a shiver down your spine. “Not looking for a boyfriend remember?”, you pointed out, “Yeah, and I’m still not offering to be one… yet”, he shrugged.

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The crossover gathering stories 1#:

⁉️Not so sneaky Li'l D...⁉️

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It was a dark night at the 'sunny toons productions' company town, everyone were sleeping peacefully, and everything was quiet... But, except for Li'l D, he wasn't sleeping at all. He wanted to see what a pimp named slickback was trying to hide from everyone, even from Emin, the creator of the town himself...

Li'l D sneakily and quietly, yet quickly ran out of the 'class of 3000: back to the SING!' part of the town, and he looked around from the main part of the fountain where everyone mostly gather around as a crossover... And he then notices "the boondocks" part of the town..

Li'l D, quietly whispering to himself: ah-ha! There it is! *He smirks proudly and smugly, and quietly runs over to that "boondocks" part of the town*

Once he got there, ofcourse, it was quiet and dark... And Li'l D started quietly and sneakily walking around the town to find a pimp named slickback's house, but he had no luck in finding it...

Li'l D: *he slightly furrows his eyebrows and he whispers quietly to himself again* ugh... C'moooon!... Where is his damn House!?...

While he was looking around, he spotted a big dark purple and golden mansion, it was a four-story mansion, and it even had a big pool, along with a sleeping leopard...

Li'l D: *his eyes widen and he gasps quietly to himself* ah-ha!... There it is!... *He smirks widely and quietly runs over to the mansion, but even sneakily since there was a leopard there..*

Li'l D stops infront of the big gate of the mansion, and he looks over at the leopard who is sleeping beside the gate... And Li'l D raises an eyebrow..

Li'l D: *he whispers quietly to himself again* man... Why does a pimp named slickback need a leopard? Can't he get 'imself a dog?... *He then shrugs his shoulders* welp, oh well, who cares?

He then starts sneakily and quietly walking over to the big double-door of the mansion... It was actually kinda long to get to the double-door, but he was still going sneakily and slowly to there... Until suddenly, he stepped on a stick! And Li'l D immediately stops in his place, his eyes widen... And he's literally standing like a frozen statue...

The leopard which was sleeping, slightly twitched a bit and made a low growl of tiredness as it hears the stick cracking...

Li'l D turned around to look at the leopard and his heart nearly stopped as he sees that the leopard is slowly waking up, and he immediately starts panicking, but quietly!...

Li'l D: *he whispers to himself, but slightly loudly in panic* oh naw!... What do I do, what do I dooo!?....

He was just standing there like a frozen statue, and the leopard has opened it's eyes and it raised it's head up a bit... And it looked around, but couldn't see anything since it's night, but then, it actually surprisingly spotted Li'l D... Just standing like a frozen statue, trying not to move, breathe, or make any movement... The leopard then slowly got up on all fours again, and slowly walked over to Li'l D, and started circling around him....

Li'l D was standing still like a statue, in the same uncomfortable position he was in while sneakily walking, and he was literally trying not to cry from fear as his eyes were widen.... And the leopard was still slowly circling around Li'l D a bit, and then stopped right infront of him... The leopard tilted it's head to the side a bit, and there was a awkward silence between them two... And the leopard slightly shrugged it's shoulders, it thinks that Li'l D was just one of pimp named slickback's statues he has... And the leopard then slowly walks back over to it's sleeping spot, and it was turned away from Li'l D, and the leopard quickly fell asleep again..

Li'l D raises an eyebrow and then slowly got into a normal standing position, and he slowly turned around to look at the leopard, and his eyes slightly narrowed a bit..

Li'l D: *he quietly whispers to himself* man... Did it thought that I was a statue? Phew!... Atleast it didn't try to tear me apart... *He slightly smirked a bit and then looked at the double-door of the mansion, and quietly and sneakily walks over to it again...*

Li'l D luckily now got to the double-door of the mansion, and he quietly tries to open it, but he realized it's locked, obviously. And he furrows his eyebrows and quietly exhales in anger...

Li'l D: *he quietly whispers to himself* damn it!... It's locked... Well, ofcourse it will be. A pimp named slickback ain't really THAT stupid to not lock his door...

Li'l D looks around again while standing beside the double-door of the mansion, and then he realizes that he can go at the back of the mansion! So he quickly yet quietly and sneakily runs to the back of the mansion..

Li'l D is now in the big backyard of the mansion, and there's a big pool in the backyard. And he again looks around and sees another double-door, but it was infact a glass sliding door, and he sneakily walks over to it and tries to open it, but yet again, it doesn't open... And he groans quietly in frustration..

Li'l D: aw, c'mon!... Seriously!?... How do I get in now!?....

He looks around once again and then he looks up, and notices an open window on the second floor... And his eyes widen and he slightly grins a bit..

Li'l D: ah-hah! Bingo! *Then his grin fades away* but wait... How do I get up there now?

Li'l D looks around again and then he notices a pair of ladders in a.... Bush?

Li'l D: *he raises an eyebrow as he sees the ladders in a bush* huh? Why in the damn are ladders in a bush? Oh well, who cares?..

Once again, he sneakily runs over to the bush where the ladders are in, and he quickly takes them. He runs over to the wall which is below the open window on the second floor, he puts the ladders there, and he climbs up them and succesfully gets inside the mansion... He's now in a random room of a pimp named slickback's mansion...

Li'l D: *he gets up and dusts himself and he quietly whispers to himself* phew!... I luckily got in, and I didn't get caught!... *He snickers quietly and smirks*

Li'l D looks around the room a bit and then quietly and sneakily walks over to the door of the room, and he slowly opens it, and walks outside the room and into the hallway... The hallway is quite big, and literally the first floor can be seen and how it looks like when you first enter it. And around the hallway, there were just a lot of pictures and portraits of a pimp named slickback...

Li'l D: *he slightly sneers while looking at the pictures and portraits of a pimp named slickback all over the hallway, and he raises an eyebrow* damn, there's so many pictures and portraits of a pimp named slickback! Man, what a narcissist, like Salieri... *He rolls his eyes in a annoyed way*

He then starts sneakily and slowly walking around the hallway, while trying to find a pimp named slickback's room...

Li'l D: now, hol' on! Slickback's room is on the damn third floor?!.... *He stays silent for a few seconds and then slightly shouts* AAGH!! *his eyes widen and he covers his mouth as he realizes that he literally shouted and he quickly covers his mouth and runs upstairs to the third floor..*

As he got to the third floor, he hid behind a vase that was literally beside a pimp named slickback's room... And a pimp named slickback actually opened the door of his room, and he's wearing a long purple night gown (that looked like it was slightly for women), and he had his hair wet, he was probably drying his hair until he heard the shout, And he was even wearing a face mask, and he had a slight pissed off look on his face...

A pimp named slickback: who in the name of fock shouted, huh!? *He then shouts loudly* WHO'S IN MA DAMN MANSION!?!?

A pimp named slickback's voice echoed through the whole mansion, but nothing was heard, he is obviously living by himself in that mansion (along with the leopard), only the sound of crickets are heard... And that made a pimp named slickback even more irritated, and he lets out a loud groan of annoyance and he rolls his eyes...

A pimp named slickback: oh, whateva!... That's probably just those "westley kids" outside screamin'... I got betta' stuff to do...

A pimp named slickback then gets inside his room again, and he literally SLAMMED the door behind him!... And it caused Li'l D to jump up from behind the vase!

Li'l D: *he quietly whispers to himself* goddamn! What's his problem?!... *He then sighs* but man, how do I get in now? He's inside the room and awake!...

Li'l D leaned against the wall and slowly slid down in a sitting position beside the wall, and he was trying to think of a plan on how to get inside a pimp named slickback's room without getting caught... And then he got an idea, and he snaps his fingers as he grinned!

Li'l D then puts his hand in his middle pocket that's on his overalls, and he starts looking for something... And then he saw an empty can of corn, and then he gets up and gets over to the glass fence and he throws it far into the bottom of the main entrance of the mansion, and it made a loud 'CLANK' noise!... And Li'l D immediately and quickly rushes back behind the vase that was beside the door of a pimp named slickback's room... And a "UGH!" shout was heard inside a pimp named slickback's room..

And the door of a pimp named slickback's room opens with a loud slam! and his mascara on his right eye was ruined!... And he obviously looks frustrated and irritated!

A pimp named slickback: FOCK! WHAT THE FOCK IS IT NOW!? I FRICKING RUINED MY DAMN MASCARA! *he then frustratingly walks over to the glass fence and looks down to the main entrance of his mansion, and he sees the empty can on the bottom and he slightly snarls and slightly growls in frustration..* ugh... Who the fock threw that!? I FRICKING HAVE AN INTRUDER IN MA DAMN MANSION!!

A pimp named slickback then frustratingly stomps downstairs to the first floor to get that empty can, and Li'l D quickly gets inside a pimp named slickback's room, and he closes the door behind him!

Li'l D looks around a pimp named slickback's room, and it has lots of tiger-paterned stuff. for example, his double-bed, his carpet, chandelier... Etc. And his desk had his makeup there, even the hairdryer, and a few magazines were on the desk. And A pimp named slickback's original clothes were on his bed. And Li'l D raises an eyebrow as he doesn't see any... "Secret opening" in a pimp named slickback's room..

Li'l D: hm... There ain't nothin' suspicious here in his room... Maybe I got here for nothin'!? *He furrows his eyebrows and his eyes widen, he then huffs and crosses his arms*

He then slowly walks over to a bookshelf that was beside a pimp named slickback's bed, and he leans back against it with his back, until it suddenly... Got pushed!? And it actually opens as Li'l D leaned his back against it! And Li'l D lets out a quiet yelp and his eyes widen and he falls on his back!

Li'l D: *he sits up and turns around, to see that the bookshelf actually hides a secret room* what the...!?

Li'l D slowly gets up from the floor and looks around the secret room from behind the bookshelf, and the room had lots of shiny things, such as the diamonds, rubies, garnets... Etc. and he then grins a bit and snickers

Li'l D: welp, I guess I didn't came here for nothin'! I gotta hurry tho, cause he's gon' come back!...

Li'l D starts to quickly walk around the room with shiny stuff inside, and then one shiny gem caught his eye... It was the sun gem stone of the 'sunny toons productions' company town! Li'l D's eyes widen and he gasps!

Li'l D: *he loudly whispers to himself* the sun gem stone!! Why does pimp named slickback even have this thang!?

He quickly takes the sun gem stone from it's place throne and he quickly runs out of the secret room behind the bookshelf, and he didn't even close the bookshelf!?...

Li'l D runs out of a pimp named slickback's room, and as he was running, he accidentaly knocks over the vase that was beside a pimp named slickback's room, and it breaks in pieces! And Li'l D's eyes widen and he gasps!

Li'l D: *he whispers to himself* oh... Oh naw!... Oh, who cares!?

He continues running downstairs into the second floor, since he got there at first. And, yet again, he knocks over something else! This time he knocked over a small statue of a pimp named slickback that was in the middle of the hallway, but he keeps running to the room where he got first...

Li'l D finally got to the room where he came from, and he carefully jumped out of the window, and then infront of the mansion, but then he had to sneakily and quietly run outside of the gate of the mansion...

Li'l D is now infront of the fountain of the 'sunny toons productions' company town, and he holds the sun gem stone of the 'sunny toons productions' company town, and he clearly looks proud of himself as he grins and snickers

Li'l D: *he loudly whispers to himself* hehehehaaah! Tommorow, in da mornin', I'm gon' expose a pimp named slickback's booty to everyone! Even Emin! Heheheheee... *He then quietly and sneakily runs back to the 'class of 3000: back to the SING!' part of the 'sunny toons productions' company town..*

Meanwhile with a pimp named slickback... He was walking upstairs back to his room again in annoyance while having his eyebrows furrowed, and he was grumbling to himself in annoyance.. and he was walking down the hallway of the second floor

A pimp named slickback: ugh... I hope no one will interupt me again in my 'beauty time'...

A pimp named slickback then stopped walking and his eyes widen as he notices that his small statue of himself was broken and on the floor, and he slightly gasps a bit!...

A pimp named slickback: wha—... What the!?—...

He then slightly quickly walks upstairs to the third floor, incase to see if anything else is broken, and ofcourse... He saw the broken vase that was beside the door of his room and he gasps and slightly puts his hand on his chest, and he quickly gets inside his room and he sees that his bookshelf is open, revealing his secret room!...

A pimp named slickback: *he gasps again but now louder this time* what the!? Oh, naw! nawnawnawnawnaw!!!

A pimp named slickback quickly got inside the secret room from behind the book and right infront of him... The sun gem stone was gone!... And a pimp named slickback gasps loudly once again, and his eyes widen a bit more, and he steps back a bit from the secret room... And he sounded like he was trying to say something, but he couldn't...

A pimp named slickback: *he was stuttering slight loudly* I-... I-I-I HA— I... *he then starts shouting VERY loudly at the top of his lungs* I HAVE A FOCKING INTRUDEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!

The screen then shows the entire 'sunny toons productions' company town and the crows and some more birds actually flew away because of a pimp named slickback's loud shout, and even each one of the characters in each 'sunny toons productions' company shows/series or just some cartoons, series, games, movies and shows itselves have turned on their lights of their houses, and every character was heard talking or complaining or shouting after hearing a pimp named slickback's shout!...

The next mornin'...☀️

Li'l D was in Sunny's house (he lives with Sunny in the reboot), and he then opens his eyes and wakes up, and he sits up and stretches in his bed. And he then grins, he was obviously in a good mood today!

Li'l D: haah... What a good day. A good day to expose pimp named slickback's booty to everyone! *He snickers and gets up from his bed, and Li'l D has dressed up in his regular clothes, and he picks up the sun gem stone and runs outside of Sunny's house and he notices that Sunny wasn't in the house, nor was any character in class of 3000 were in the 'class of 3000: back to the SING!' part of the town, but he didn't care and just ran towards the main fountain in the middle of the town*

Li'l D: man, I can't wait to see the reaction on pimp named slickback's face when he gets exposed! Hehehehahaha!

As Li'l D got to the fountain of the town, and surprisingly, everyone were there, even Sunny and the other six... And Sunny was talking with pimp named slickback, who looked frustrated... And Li'l D shouted to them all:

Li'l D: heeey, y'all!

Everyone all looked at Li'l D, some looked at him in annoyance, some in confusion, some were happy to see him... But pimp named And then Sunny speaks up

Sunny: hey, li'l man. We got somethin' to tell ya— *he was cut off by Li'l D*

Li'l D: naw! I got somethin' to tell Y'ALL! Especially about pimp named slickback!

Everyone all have their eyes widen as Li'l D says that, but even pimp named slickback has his eyes widen as Li'l D says that, and he has his hands on his stick that has the ruby on the top... And Li'l D quickly walks over to the main fountain, and he gets up on the top of it and stands on it, and he raises up the sun gem stone!

Li'l D: pimp named slickback! HE STOLE THIS! PIMP NAMED SLICKBACK STOLE THE SUN GEM STONE OF DA TOWN!!!

Everyone all gasp quietly as Li'l D says that, and they have their eyes widen, but pimp named slickback didn't gasp, neither did Sunny...

Sunny: uhm... Li'l man? That... That ain't the sun gem stone of the town... *He slightly snickered a bit, as if he was trying to hold back his laughter, and he crosses his arms*

Tamika: *she has her arms crossed and her eyebrow raised* yeah, Li'l D! And second, pimp named slickback didn't "steal" that sun gem stone.

Li'l D raises an eyebrow as Sunny and Tamika say that and he looks up at the sun gem stone he's now holding and his eyes widen and he looks back down at everyone else

Li'l D: wait... WHAT!?

Everyone all nod a bit, and some snickered at Li'l D's attempt to expose pimp named slickback, and then I (Emin) arrive and I have my arms behind my back

Me (Emin): heya, y'all. What's up?

Everyone all look at me, even Li'l D and he speaks up immediately and he raises down the fake sun gem stone

Li'l D: Emin! Is it true that pimp named slickback didn't steal this sun gem stone!? And that this ain't the real sun gem stone!?

Me (Emin): *I chuckle a bit and shake my head* no, Li'l D... Pimp named slickback didn't steal the sun gem stone, and that ain't the real sun gem stone.

Pimp named slickback then stands beside me and he raises an eyebrow at Li'l D

A pimp named slickback: yuh, Emin gave me that fake one, so that sum' here like you think that ah took the real one.

Me (Emin): *I gently take the fake sun gem stone from Li'l D's hands* yeah, Li'l D.. and you were tryin' to expose pimp named slickback, when you clearly stole that fake one from him!

Fozzie: oh yeah! And you even broke into his mansion! Wocka wockaaa! *He slightly shakes his hands as he said: "wocka wockaaa!"*

Everyone all nod and agree at what I, pimp named slickback, and Fozzie said to Li'l D, and some were looking at Li'l D in either unamusement, dissapointment, or some just chuckle, laugh or giggle at his attempt on exposing pimp named slickback!

Li'l D eyes were widen as he was listening to all of this, and his jaw then drops to the floor with a loud: "CLANK''! sound!

Sunny: *he crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow at Li'l D* well, li'l D? You got somethin' to tell pimp named slickback? Y'kno, an apology?

Li'l D closes his mouth and he shakes his head fastly and then he frowns as Sunny says that, and he puts his head down in embarassment as he did something like that...

Li'l D: *he sighs deeply* okay, okay! Fine... Sorry, Slickback... I... *He sighs again* I just thought that you stole that sun gem stone, ya always seemed suspicious to me... *He then looks at pimp named slickback (Li'l D is still on the top of the main fountain)* I'm sorry! I rully am sorry!! Forgive me, puh-leaaaseeeee!

Everyone all then look at pimp named slickback, waiting if he will accept Li'l D's apology, and pimp named slickback has an deadpan or unamused expression on his face as he has his hands on the top ruby of his stick... But then he slowly starts to smirk in a friendly way

A pimp named slickback: a'ight, a'ight... I accept yo apology, li'l dude.

Li'l D: *his eyes lided up a bit as pimp named slickback says that* wait... Really!?

A pimp named slickback: yeah, I forgive ya. *Then he furrows his eyebrows and slightly frowns* but don't do it again, a'ight? *He then picks up Li'l D by the back of his shirt and lifts him up into the air, making Li'l D yelp!*

Li'l D: *his eyes widen as pimp named slickback picks him up from the back of his shirt and he yelps!* WH- AH!

Pimp named slickback: *he gets Li'l D close to his face and he then whispers to him, but loud enough for Li'l D to hear him* ... I'll forgive ya now, ye li'l troublemaker with an attitude... But!... If ya do it again... I'll lock you up inside my intruder jail, and feed you to my leopard.... He likes to eat little troublemaker kids like you.... Got it?...

Li'l D: *his eyes widen a lot at Pimp named slickback's threat and he trembles a bit and nods his head quickly* s-s-ssss- sir, yes sir!

Pimp named slickback: *he slowly smirks and narrows his eyes a bit as he notices Li'l D's fear* hm, good, good. *And then he drops Li'l D to the floor*

Li'l D: *he lets out another yelp as Pimp named slickback just drops him onto the floor and he looks up at pimp named slickback and glares at him as he gets up and dusts himself off* hmph... *He then sticks his tounge out up at pimp named slickback in a sassy way* pfft!

I then stand beside Li'l D and put my hand on his shoulder while I hold the fake sun gem stone

Me (Emin): well, Li'l D, did ya learn a lesson this morning? *I smile warmly*

Li'l D: sure did! Actually, two lessons! First, never, I mean, NEVER, steal something from someone else! Second, never assume that someone's a bad person! *He smirks*

Me (Emin): *I nod and put down the fake sun gem stone on the fountain so I can softly clap my hands* good job, those are the lessons!

Everyone all nod and agree, and some chuckle

Sunny: good job, li'l man. *He pats Li'l D's head*

Li'l D: *he chuckles as Sunny pats his head* hah! That's it! *He crosses his arms* well, what did y'all wanna tell me before I interupted Sunny?

Sunny: *his eyebrows raise up as Li'l D mentions that* oh, yeah! Pimp named slickback? Can you show 'im what ya wanted to show him?

A pimp named slickback: sure can, Sunny. *He smirks and pulls out his phone and he then shows it infront of Li'l D, and it shows all the camera footages of Li'l D going into Pimp named slickback's house, stealing the sun gem stone and breaking two stuffs...*

Li'l D's eyes widen as he watches all those camera footages and his mouth slowly opens in shock and he slightly sweats a bit..

Li'l D: ohhhhhh... So that's how y'all know that I took the sun gem stone.....

Sunny: yyyyup. *He nods and crosses his arms*

Pimp named slickback: uh-huh. *He puts his phone away and raises his hand out to Li'l D* now ya gotta gimme the money for the vase, and my statue.

Li'l D: *he furrows his eyebrows and has his eyes widen as he looks at pimp named slickback's hand and he looks up at him* well, uhhh... How much are they both?

Pimp named slickback: Mmm... 1000$.

Li'l D: *his eyes widen a bit more and his jaw slightly drops* aw, HELL NAW! I ain't got no money for that crap!

Everyone all raise their eyebrows at Li'l D, and even I raise my eyebrow, and Sunny and pimp named slickback raise their eyebrows, and they both look at each other and then back down at Li'l D, and they both slowly smirk at him... And I slowly smile at Li'l D, but in a rather smug way..

Li'l D: *he looks at me, Sunny and pimp named slickback and his eyes widen a bit more again and he raises an eyebrow* now hol' on! Why're y'all smilin' at me!? *His eyebrows then furrow as he realizes* wait... Naw!... NAAAAAAW! *He puts his hands on his head*

Then the camera shows Li'l D at pimp named slickback's mansion, and he is glueing and fixing the vase and the small statue that he has broke, and Li'l D has a grumpy expression on his face

Li'l D: I should've know that I'll have to do this stupid fixing...

Pimp named slickback: *he was going upstairs on the third floor since Li'l D was fixing the small statue, and he smirks at Li'l D* oh, c'mon, c'mon, li'l troublemaker! Less talk, more work! *He then goes upstairs to the third floor and to his room, and he has his arms behind his back..*

Li'l D: *he rolls his eyes and mumbles quietly* oh, shuddup already... *He continues glueing the small statue of pimp named slickback that he broke*

...

(ye think that's the end? Hah! NOPE! Continue readin', y'all!)

Meanwhile with a pimp named slickback, he was now in his room, with the door locked... and he is smirking to himself while he opens the bookshelf door... And he walks inside the secret room, and he's actually... HOLDING THE REAL SUN GEM STONE OF THE TOWN!? and he puts it on the place where the fake one was...

Pimp named slickback slowly backs away from the throne where the real sun gem stone is, and he's smirking widely and in a evil way to himself and his eyes are narrowed slightly... And he then starts chuckling lowly...

Pimp named slickback: hah, those fools... Now I got the real one, and next time that li'l crap of that troublemaker Li'l D tries to steal it, I'll make sure no one believes me... *He then puts his hands on his hips and he spreads his legs and the camera is showing his backside only and it makes a 'whip' sound as he makes that pose...*

Pimp named slickback: No one will know, and never will know, even "Emin himself".. *he slightly spoke in a mocking tone as he said: "Emin himself"... And then he raises his hands up and throws his head back and then he starts to loudly cackle and laugh!...* AHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! AHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAH!!!

Then the camera shows the whole entire 'sunny toons productions' company town as pimp named slickback is still laughing and cackling loudly to himself, then he slowly stops... and the screen turns black...

The... end?

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Since I have decided to create another new series of short stories that is the recycled version of my "crossover world AU" and "crossover friends show", here's a story I have imagined now =^_^=

So, I will explain the story a bit:

After "the boondocks" part of the town was introducted into the town, Li'l D finds A pimp named slickback suspicious, and he thinks that he's trying to steal something. So at night, Li'l D decides to sneakily go into a pimp named slickback's mansion, to try and find something stolen, but he had to go through slickback's leopard and some more difficulties in the mansion. And after Li'l D got into slickback's room, he couldn't find any secret opening, and he thought that he just got there for nothing, but then he accidentaly opened the bookshelf that ended up being a door to a secret room with many shiny gems and stones. And he saw a stone that really looked like the sun gem stone of the town, so he took it and ran out of the mansion, and into the main fountain to be proud of himself. However, after pimp named slickback is going upstairs back to his room after Li'l D threw an empty can, slickback saw his small statue of himself broken, and he immediately went to the third floor and saw his vase broken, and when he got into his room, he saw that the door of the secret room was open and that the sun gem stone was no longer there, so pimp named slickback screamed loudly at the top of his lungs as he thinks he got an intruder, and this caused for everyone in the town to wake up. The next morning, everyone are at the main fountain, except for Li'l D, and as soon as he got there, Sunny and everyone else wanted to tell him something but Li'l D then interupted them and got on the top of the fountain to show that pimp named slickback "stole the sun gem stone". And then Sunny and Tamika tell him that that isn't actually the real sun gem stone and that slickback didn't stole it. And then I (Emin) come over to them all and also tell Li'l D that slickback didn't stole it, even slickback explained that I gave him that fake sun gem stone, and I explain that Li'l D actually infact broke into slickback's mansion that night and stole the fake sun gem stone. And Li'l D apologizes to slickback, and he accepts the apology, but then he threathens Li'l D that if he does that again, he will lock him in his "intruder jail" and feed him to his leopard. And I then ask Li'l D if he learned any lesson that morning, and Li'l D actually said two lessons that he learned, we all chuckled a bit, and Sunny patted Li'l D's head. And Li'l D asks up all what did we wanna talk to him about, and slickback shows him all the camera footages of Li'l D going into his mansion, stealing the fake sun gem stone, and breaking his vase and small statue, which shows that he wasn't so sneaky. And pimp named slickback asks Li'l D for 1000$ so he can fix his vase and small statue, but Li'l D doesn't have money for it, but then pimp named slickback, Sunny and I (Emin) get an idea for Li'l D. And Li'l D now has to actually again glue slickback's vase and small statue, since he doesn't have the money. Welp, karma got 'im good!... ...but maybe Li'l D was right about slickback?....

But anyways, and this is a treat for all my loved ones in my tumblr family @0lemonadefox0 @kxllboii @cheezekennith @aquamarine-dream-queen @dayzsac224 @oscarandgrinchfan @moshywoosh @ilovescaredysquirrel2 @nuggetaubrey @sharkyy599 @nightkit92 @familyoffood @animatronicdoozer @thelazzyblogzz @sugar-miss1 @shrimpathizer @shypeachrunaway @iggyguyy @sayuri-does-skits @peaceforpeople @ben5569 @oxxjustfrankieandmikuloverxxo @ducktopia90264 @artismeyou-12 @blackstar044 @dieguin-san-theartist2009 @nia1sworld @rumplestiltsbear @s4gefr0g @beeware-of-lulu @leafith @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @blo0st4r @fancytigercupcake @classywinnerpeace @dackychansworldofhoshino @itzbluecl0udd @moonlightrosebud2000 @avaford2009 @ghostytoasty726 @devillemon085 @untitled14360 @dynastinoble @kornyart and @elizachangreaves that always love me and support me, and even always love my work and projects, and like how I always say, I'll always love them all and support them all with my whole heart =^///////^= ❤️❤️❤️

And this is even a gift for @foreverevanescent since his stories are very interesting along with the two class of 3000 stories he made =^.^= 💙💙🩵🩵

And also! Y'all can tell me what do y'all like about this story, even y'all's favorite scenarios here (since, you picture the story when you read it) and just what do y'all think about this story! I mostly like the part where Pimp named slickback made Li'l D fix his vase and small statue by glueing them together again! >w<

I hope y'all will like this story =^//////^= 💚🥁 💜💎

[sweetiesicheng]

the8 - fire escape

word count : 581

happy birthday to cutie minghao ~

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"seungkwan, open up," you repeat as you knock on your friend's window, "seungkwan, don't text me an emergency text and not have the window open."

"whoever you are! i'm calling the cops!" you suddenly hear from behind the window you're knocking on.

you raise an eyebrow in confusion. "is that not 327?" you loudly ask.

then, the curtains open, revealing a guy who holds his phone in one hand. you can see the emergency phone call screen on.

"this is 306. 327 is on the other side of the building," the guy says to you. he puts his phone down and opens the window. "you didn't realize you're on the wrong side of the building?" he asks.

"it's too dark out. the lamps barely work on this street," you reply to him. "sorry about that. i'll leave," you say and start moving to go back down the fire escape.

the guy watches you for a second before speaking again, "wait." you look at the guy. he fully opens the window and gestures you to come inside. "come through here. it'd be stupid for you to go out and around again," he says to you.

"you don't even know me," you say to him, lifting your foot up from the ladder step below.

"considering i heard you calling for your friend, i highly thought you're trying to steal or hurt me," he says. "just this once."

"thanks," you say to him and walk over to his window. you climb inside to the guy's apartment. you take your shoes off as soon as you hit the ground and hold them with one hand. "nice place," you compliment as you look around the apartment.

"thanks," the guy responds. "uh, front door is right there," he says, pointing out the door to you.

"oh, thank you," you say to him. both of you walk to the front door.

you put your shoes on while the guy unlocks and opens his front door.

"sorry to bother you," you say to him. "have a good one," you say to him.

"yea, you too," the guy replies.

you leave the guy's apartment and start walking down the hallway. you look at the numbers on the doors and signage, checking that you’re going in the right direction.

finally, you make it to your friend's apartment and knock on the door. after a few seconds, the door opens.

"oh, y/n, there you are," seungkwan says. "why'd you come this way? i had the window open for you," he asks, a bit confused since you almost always use the fire escape.

"i'll explain in two seconds. let me grab something from here. i'll pay you back," you say to him and run into his apartment.

"what?"

you hurry into the kitchen and find a small bag of treats in a bag. you tear a piece of paper off of a notepad and write down a quick apology note before taping the note to the bag.

while seungkwan watches you and sits down at the counter, you hurry out of his apartment.

"be right back!"

you hurry down the hallway and make it back to the guy's apartment. you leave the bag of treats on the ground by his door and hurry back to seungkwan's apartment again.

once you're back in seungkwan's apartment, you close the front door. "long story short, i climbed up the wrong fire escape," you explain to seungkwan, "but the guy was kind of cute..."

"you what?!"

[maybejj]

Just a little blurb of what I’ve been writing! Let me know what you think and if I should write more ☺️

Au baby daddy!Rafe w sweetheart!reader

Warnings: drugs, angst?, swearing

“Mommy look at my tractor!” You hear your 3 year old son call to you from the other side of the room. You were distracting yourself from the fact Rafe was coming over to pick up Asher, the son you shared.

You turn towards him and gently smile. Asher was a spitting image of his dad. The only thing he inherited from you were your green eyes, everything else was all his father. The dimples, the blonde hair, the little smirk he got on his face right before he was about to do something he shouldn’t, his attitude. God, it was all Rafe. It use to make you emotional after you and Rafe broke it off but you’ve had time to move on.

“I see your tractor baby. It’s your favorite color.” You grinned at him and he returned it with his own goofy grin. Everything you did these days was to provide for your son. Making sure he had the best of the best and Rafe made sure of it as well. Your relationship with Rafe may have ended but you two try to put your differences aside to take care of Asher.

You and Rafe got together when you were 17. High school sweethearts, the power couple, the relationship everyone envied in high school. You were great together in high school. You were the couple that loved public displays of affection, always all over each other no matter the setting. Rafe was always so attentive to you, always so sweet and caring. You listened to him and helped him express his emotions and feelings, especially when it came to his dad. There was never any arguing. Disagreements were common in any relationship and you definitely had those but you never yelled at each other. You would work through any problems calmly to come to a solution. College was a different story.

You both went to UNC Chapel Hill and the first three months were unreal. The freedom of moving away from Kildare felt so good. You had your own dorm room, as did Rafe. You were both freshman at the time so your plans to have an apartment together was ruined by the college rules but you still made time for each other. Rafe was studying business, you were studying art. You thought you had the world at your fingertips. That was, until Rafe got into a fraternity. It didn’t take long at all until you noticed the shift in him. The staying out later than normal, lying to you about where he was, going to parties every night, ditching plans with you more often than not. When he did make time to come to your dorm to say sorry for the night before, he smelled like liquor and his eyes were red around the edges. He constantly rubbed his index finger under his nose, almost rubbed raw. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes when he spoke to you.

You weren’t stupid, you knew he was getting into stuff he shouldn’t and you told him as such. He immediately would blow up on you saying it was none of your business. It was a never ending cycle that went on for months. One night it become too much when you found two bags of Coke in his truck glove box.

You had just sat down in Rafe’s passenger side of his truck, waiting for him to get in the drivers side. You were out at a dinner with his fraternity brothers that got out of hand as soon as you got there. You were just glad it was over, breathing a sigh of relief for the first moment of peace of the night. You were starting to get a headache the longer you sat there. You rubbed your fingers against your temples and dug through your purse to find some medicine. You came up empty and glanced up from your lap, seeing Rafes glove box in front of you. You opened it and immediately forgot about your headache, seeing two clear bags of a white substance staring back at you.

The driver side door opened suddenly but you didn’t move. You couldn’t. You knew he had been doing drugs but he had told you a month ago that he was quitting after you broke down and threatened to leave him. He had lied to you. You believed him and he took advantage of that. He lied to your face just to get you to stay with him.

“You ready to go baby?”

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Canon what canon?

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"Wait... So are you breaking up with me?"

Tommy paused and at least had the decency to look devastated.

"Yeah... I guess I am. See you around Buck."

He watched Tommy turn around and leave, the door closed behind him and the silence was deafening. He ran a hand through his hair, just to give his hands something to do.

Ten minutes ago he was getting ready to go out on a date with his boyfriend of six months, and now he was dumped?

The room started spinning and he was gasping for air. Is this what a panic attack felt like? He tugged at the collar of his shirt and tried to get up to open a window but his legs felt like lead

He pushed through but somehow he never seemed to get closer to the window. He reached out a hand but never got close enough to reach the latch.

Suddenly he felt himself falling, even though he was pretty sure there hadn't been anything in his way. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact... but it never came.

"Evan?" a sleepy voice pierced through the fog in his mind. "Evan, wake up."

There was a hand on his arm, softly rubbing up and down.

"Evan, come on, it's ok."

He took a deep breath, relieved and somewhat confused he could actually do so now, and opened his eyes to find out where the voice was coming from. He turned his head to the right and was met with a pair of blue eyes, full of concern.

"Hey... are you back with me? I think you were having a bad dream."

"Tommy?"

"Yeah I'm right here. Are you ok? Do you want me to get you some water?"

Tommy sat up and turned on the light on the nightstand. They weren't in the loft and Buck was confused about where the hell he was.

He rubbed a hand over his face to try and get rid of the brainfog but then was even more confused when he felt something cool against his face. He looked at his hand and saw a ring on his ring finger.

"Evan... do you want me to call someone? A doctor? 911? You looked like you were in pain. You'd tied yourself up in the sheets. I woke up because I got cold."

"I just... I... it felt so real..." Buck stammered and sat up too.

"What did?"

Buck stared at the ring on his finger.

"You broke up with me. On our six month anniversary."

"When you asked me to move in with you?"

"Y-yes!" Buck looked up at Tommy who looked both concerned and amused at the same time. "You said you couldn't be my first and my last and then you left... and you called me Buck."

Tommy put a hand on his forehead and Buck felt the cool metal of his ring against his skin.

"You don't have a fever." he murmured. "But baby, when have I ever called you Buck? You even made me promise in my wedding vows never to call you anything but Evan."

The world around him slowly started to make sense again as he looked around the room. The bedroom in the house he shared with Tommy. His husband.

There were two dress uniforms hanging from the wardrobe doors, a towel thrown over a chair, and a pile of clothes on another. His phone charging on the nightstand, and Tommy's on the other side.

"it just... felt so real."

Tommy leaned forward and kissed his t shirt clad shoulder.

"It wasn't. I promise. I know I freaked out when you started talking about moving in and getting married after six months... but we got through it didn't we? We're good now."

"Y-yeah... we're good." he let Tommy pull him back down and wrap his arms around him.

"Try to get some sleep. You don't want to be yawning in the pictures when you officially become lieutenant Kinard." Tommy said and kissed him.

"Yeah..." Buck murmured, the last 2 years slowly coming back to him as he put his head on Tommy's chest and listened to his heartbeat. "Hey babe... have you ever seen Glee?"

[sammyvhs]

home : 1.09 pt1 — jess’s sister.

You’re not stupid. At least you hope not. You pray you’re not. You knock on their motel door a little less sure of the fact, maybe it’ll increase in confidence when you see them.

It doesn’t. The second your eyes lock with Sam’s half-asleep ones you’re positive your breath hitches just enough that your heart stops beating momentarily. His messy hair, his exhausted expression, the dark bags under his eyes even him still wearing jeans and a shirt.

“Hey, you came.” You nod and lean into the hug he pulls you in for. His cologne is palpable, the same one he used to wear in Stanford and it’s comforting for you to know he hasnt thrown the bottle away.

“I came.” You whisper, letting go and stepping inside when he moves to let you in. Dean’s on a bed, looks like he’s sleeping peacefully. You wish you could too but everytime you close your eyes your sister is on the ceiling. Sometimes she’s calling out for you to help. Other times she’s telling you that you’re the reason she’s gone. Your carelessness. You didn’t lock the doors. The windows, you were fast, you didn’t hear anything, you—

“You okay?” Sam pulls you away from the dark thoughts and you nod. “Okay well, Dean’s asleep and I don’t think we’ll talk much right now, you can catch a few hours.” you nod at the offer, thanking him quietly. You're still in jeans yourself but you don't mind since you're not sure you’ll be sleeping. 

“I’ll take the couch.” he stares at you like you just said bruised his ego then shakes his head. “Sam, im serious, i dont sleep—”

“Vampire?” he jokes half heartedly and you smile.

“I just mean i usually take power naps. Please, sam, just take the bed.” he ends up pulling you on it next to him and you’re not sure why for the first time in months you fall asleep with no nightmares.

Sam doesnt. Sam wakes up suddenly, forcing you out of your sleep, to a nightmare. You’re shuddering thinking of the fact that you felt that safe in your dead sister’s boyfriend’s arms.

You pretend you’re asleep until sam’s breath gets softer and peel yourself off the bed and to the couch. Theres not much to do at four in the morning so you read, you snoop around for a bit, wonder how much sam would hate you if you opened his bag, and eventually take another nap on the couch. 

Still no nightmare, you wake up to the sound of Dean’s boots tapping against on the floor. You quickly sit up a little, taking in your surroundings.

“‘Morning, sweetheart.” your lips apart, sure you're going to respond like a normal human with ‘good morning’ but it doesn’t come, you just nod. “Want coffee?” only then do you notice the two paper cups in his hand.

“Sure, thanks, Dean.”

“Didn’t know what you liked so i got it cream and sugar.”

“It’s good, that’s how i usually take it.” totally not true, you actually take it with milk but you’re not sure you’re staying long enough for him to have to know that. He smiles at you, taking a seat next to you on the couch. “I’m sorry for showing up so suddenly, Dean.” you mumble before trying the coffee. It’s not bad, not your usual taste but definitely still enjoyable.

“‘S no problem, you’re always welcome with us, i gave you my number so you could call me at anytime.” you can’t be held responsible for any of the fluttery feelings in your stomach after that. 

“I guess… i felt like i was slipping, you know? My parents— me and jess never talked to them and they didn’t even call me when she died, i literally had no one, as pathetic as it sounds. Our dad’s side hates us, my mum’s side is on the opposite side of the world and they’ve been calling me but it’s not the same. Its not fair to do this to you two but i dont now what else to do, i just wish someone would tell me.” you're not certain when the first tear started flowing but your thankful its the only one.

“Hey, we’re here for you. Always.” Somehow, you don’t believe it.

[jump-in-the-whump]

so give it to me. prompts for a whump who's overly optimistic but has severe ptsd and has a bit of a setback/state of regression pls? 🙏 (with their partner being the caregiver)

you asked and you shall receive. here's some prompts for you!

Whumpee’s smile is bright as ever, but Caretaker catches the slight tremble at the corners of their mouth, the distant, haunted look that flickers in their eyes before they quickly look away. They keep up their cheerful chatter, but their hands fidget and twist in their lap. Caretaker sits beside them, listening patiently, and Caretaker’s understanding smile breaks through their defenses. “It’s okay to let down your guard with me,” Caretaker whispers. Whumpee exhales slowly, finally letting the forced cheer slip away, and leans into Caretaker’s arms, grateful for a moment to just be.

Caretaker wakes up to the sound of Whumpee’s muffled whimpering, their fists clenching the blankets as they twist and turn in their sleep. They’re mumbling reassurances to themselves, as if trying to convince their own mind that things are fine. Caretaker, moving slowly and carefully, sits beside them and places a calm hand on their shoulder, murmuring words of reassurance. When Whumpee wakes up with a start, wide-eyed and gasping, Caretaker offers a gentle smile, whispering, “You’re here. You’re safe.” They stay close until Whumpee’s breathing evens out, rubbing comforting circles on their back.

Whumpee is overly enthusiastic about running errands, chatting brightly as they walk alongside Caretaker, practically skipping down the street. But the crowds and noise seem to overwhelm them more than they expected. Their chatter falters, and they start to tense, breaths coming quicker. When Caretaker notices Whumpee gripping their own arms tightly, blinking too rapidly, they gently steer them towards a quieter side street. “Let’s take a break,” Caretaker says softly. Whumpee looks up, forced optimism crumbling as they murmur, “I thought I was ready for this.” Caretaker just smiles. “You’re doing great. Let’s just breathe together.”

Whumpee insists they’re okay, smiling with a forced brightness that doesn’t quite reach their eyes. Caretaker knows the signs: Whumpee’s hands are trembling ever so slightly, and there’s a tightness in their posture, as if holding themselves together by sheer willpower. Caretaker gently asks, “Are you sure you’re okay?” Whumpee’s smile wavers for a moment, their shoulders slumping before they give in, whispering, “I don’t know.” Caretaker sits down beside them, letting them lean their head on their shoulder, and quietly reassures them that it’s okay to feel however they feel, without needing to pretend.

Whumpee is in the middle of an animated story, smiling and laughing, when something they say suddenly brings back a memory they weren’t prepared for. They fall silent, their expression going blank as they stare off, lost in the memory. Caretaker notices the change immediately and doesn’t interrupt, waiting for Whumpee to come back to the present. When Whumpee finally snaps out of it, they look at Caretaker apologetically, as if they’ve done something wrong. Their hands shake as they murmur, “I thought I was done with this.” Caretaker wraps an arm around their shoulders. “It’s okay. I’m here. We’ll get through this, together.”

Thank you for the ask, i loved writing these and i hoped you like them. <3

[ladyintree]

her brows furrow again, and she lets out a scoff before she can stop herself.  ❝  you’re the best player on the team, though,  ❞   she says slowly,  like it’s obvious—  totally ignoring that she’s said something she’s refused to admit for years,  always claiming it was herself that was the best,  which is exactly why she’d always been challenging mikayla.    her head tilts to the side,  because the way mikayla brushes it off is making taissa uncomfortable— but she’s also afraid to push too hard.  ❝  okay…  ❞   she says quietly,  but the look on her face makes it clear that she’s desperate to ask more,  only leaving it at that.

she knew it was a bad idea to ask,  because as soon as mikayla says that,  she feels sick again,  her eyes immediately looking to the ground and fixating on the dirt,  the tip of her toe digging into it.  she kicks it quickly after a moment,  letting out a huff as she tries not to let those words gets the best of her,  to not read too far into them and get stuck farther in a place she’s been trying to get herself out of for weeks.  distracting herself doesn’t work for long when suddenly,  mikayla’s closer than she has been in weeks — save for their brief moment after the crash, when emotions were running high and they were running on adrenaline.  she opens her mouth to ask her what she’s doing, but no words come out, and she holds her breath, eyes slowly working their way up to look at mikayla’s face as she wipes her scar.  she gulps,  lips quivering,  her hands shaking at her side as she stands perfectly still otherwise until she’s finished.   her eyes don’t leave hers as mikayla pulls her hand away,  and she still doesn’t know how to breathe properly with her this close.  ❝ um.  thanks,  ❞    she mutters in a whisper,  because it’s all she can muster.

when she finally speaks again,  tai finally looks away,  kicking the dirt again and stepping away from her,  moving forward to keep going.   ❝  whatever,  ❞    she mumbles,  her nerves clearly shaken as she starts going,  a few steps away from her,  because if she stayed that close to her for any longer,  she’s not sure she could bear it.   ❝  you can….  stay.   i guess, ❞   she mutters,  still looking away,  because she wants to thank her for following,  or to beg her to stay with her,  but she can’t give in too much.  she’s still uncomfortable,  still shaken,  but—-   she still needs mikayla, too.   and she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to let go of that feeling, even after weeks of telling herself she’d be better off not thinking of her at all.  

she doesn't look at her, afraid that she'll only be met with pity in tai's eyes, and that's not what she was looking for when she decided to tell her the truth. mikayla focuses on the ground instead, scowling as she lifts her shoulders in a shrug, letting out a sigh. “ he doesn't want his daughter to be a loser. ” he doesn't want his daughter to be a lot of things, she almost adds, but she's not ready to admit everything, preferring not to talk about it at all. but she has already hinted to tai before about how important soccer was to him, how she only played it because he made her. she lifts her head, straightening her shoulders, slinging her jacket over her injured arm in an attempt to cover the bruise without having to put it back on entirely. “ it just feels like a bruise. i'm used to it. ” because he'd give her them all the time, honestly, but it could easily be blamed on the fights she gets herself into, so mikayla doesn't feel like she's admitting too much.

mikayla could understand that, at least. weeks ago, when her rib first got broken, she was too distracted by the pain of losing taissa to even care about the actual physical damage in her chest. her hand drifts to the side of her chest, wondering for the first time in three days if maybe the crash slowed down the healing process even more, but she hardly cares. she can't help it, the way her face softens at tai's question, because she's too exhausted to stop herself from looking at her the way she had for months. “ you could never look like shit, ” she says softly, like it should be obvious. “ you— ” still look beautiful, but she has enough tact to know she's not allowed to tell her things like that anymore, so she goes for something else. “ you just have, um— ” mikayla steps closer, aware that tai could and probably should shove her away, but if tai's really that concerned with her appearance, at least mikayla can help with that. she brings her thumb to her own mouth, wetting her finger before she carefully brings it to tai's wound, wiping at the dried blood, forced to think about all the times tai had touched her scar, how it was the only time mikayla didn't entirely hate the mark on her eyebrow. once the blood is gone, she drops her hand back to her side, clearing her throat. “ it's better now. ”

she desperately wants to correct her, tell her that she never got over her, that she's not sure if she ever will, but mikayla knows she can't, so she just glances away, inhaling sharply. she doesn't let herself think too far into tai saying the same thing back, because it doesn't mean anything— it's just tai not being heartless, because mikayla's sure she still hates her. “ now can we keep walking? ” she asks again in an attempt to drop the subject.

[straightlightyagami]

well this is just awesome. I am now reminded rabies exists and I don’t want to go outside ever again!!

[kamitv]

Getting a call while Suguru’s balls deep inside you sounds so interesting, lowkey.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Your fiancé would coo into your ear, cock dipping in and out of your sopping cunt languidly as his hot breath hit the crown of your ear.

It would all be so intimate. The way Geto has you beneath him, holding your shaky legs open for himself as his heavy balls smacked against you every time he thrusted his fat cock into you. His hips were moving slow but his dick was splitting you open.

"Sugu," You'd gasp, nails scratching at his toned back as you panted out a heavy breath of air, "Fuck-, mmh..."

"Can't get enough of this pussy, mmgh. Listen t'her talk t'me," He whispers to you, the messy slick of your cunt wetting up his shaft as he drew his hips back hitting both of your ears, "Y’like that, baby? Like bein’ stuffed like this, hm?” Geto questions.

Though, his words weren’t directed to you.

He often did that during sex— talked to your cunt, referring to it as she and baby just like how he talks to you. And it gets even worse whenever he’s giving you head.

Currently though, as Geto talks you, and your pussy, through his steady strokes, you moan his name up until your phone begins to ring.

The sound of your loud ass ring tone makes your lover groan, leaning up away from you just to catch sight of who the hell was calling you. To his surprise, none other than his best friend’s contact name was beaming across your phone screen.

“Hahh,” Geto cracks a half smile, “The fuck is Satoru callin’ you for?” He asks, sounding annoyed despite the amusement etched onto his features.

The curve of his cock sinks deeper into you as he reaches for your cell phone and you scratch at his chest, too fucked out to render what the hell he was talking about. All you wanted was his body pressed up against yours again.

“S-Suguu, shit-, ignore it, please.” You huff out demandingly, earning nothing more than a mere glance from your fiancé as he peers down at you from the corner of his eye.

Swiping your phone up, “Why’s he calling?”

“I don’t know,” You pout, extending a hand to his neck and trying to pull him back down to you. Your attempt almost works as Geto is tugged a bit closer to you, his hips still and his eyes back on your phone buzzing in his palm.

Cocking his head to the side, he smirks, “Find out then,” Suguru says to you.

You’re confused for only a second before an explanation is given through him answering the call and pressing it to your ear. Your eyes go wide as you realize he wants you to talk to Satoru while he’s balls deep inside you.

Gulping, “Sugu-“

“Hello?” You get cut off by the connection of the phone call and the sound of Gojo’s voice in your ear.

Your fiancé smiles down at you and whispers, “Go on, talk to him, baby. Promise I won’t move,” He hums all too sweetly.

It was definitely suspicious coming from him. You’ve been down the road more times than you can count— Geto promising not to fuck you while you talk to someone but ultimately doing so anyway.

With pleading eyes, you nod, hoping he’ll keep his promise this time around. “Hi Satoru,” You say into the phone, watching your fiancé mock you through his facial expressions.

“Heyyy, how are youuu?” Gojo purrs over the phone, his tone letting you know he definitely called to ask you for something.

You take a deep breath, “M’fine, can I ask why you called?”

“Straight to the point I see,” Gojo says with that smug voice of his.

Rolling your eyes, you release a sigh, "Yeah, I guess so. I'm kinda busy right now so uh, make it quick." Your tone was a lot more put together than you expected of yourself, especially with Geto's thick inches stuffed into the hilt of your cunt.

And for a while he doesn't move, he just sit there, marinating in the warmth of your cunt and listening in on your conversation.

“Well, then," Gojo starts, his voice suddenly enthusiastic, "Remember when I came over last week?"

Geto starts to lean up again and you send him skeptical eyes, to which he flashes another innocent smile at you. Then you sigh, "Yes, why?"

"Did I uh, leave my jacket there?" The male over the phone asks.

You blink, "You could've texted me this question y'know," The end of your sentence comes off all too breathy as a thumb suddenly swats over your clit, your free hand moving down to Geto's finger and trying to swat him away.

He just smirks at you though and presses the pad of his thumb into you, watching the way your back arches a bit and your lips part.

"Yes, I could've texted you this questions buuuut, you always ignore me," Gojo argues.

You bite your lip for a moment as Geto draws small circles around your clit-- you knew he was going to do this and yet you still weren't prepared for it. "I do not," You breathe out.

On the other side of the phone, Gojo tilts his head and his borws furrow, "You alright over there? Y'sound out of breath."

"M'fine, Satoru. And n-no, I haven't seen your jacket," You stammer as Geto starts drawing his hips back his eyes locked down on your cunt and how lewdly it's spread open for his cock, smirking before he spits down on it.

"Right... Well can you ask Suguru then?" Gojo continues, "I really need it for-"

"Can I just call you back?" You say all in one breath, trying your best to keep your composure as Geto eases himself back into you, fucking you so very slowly that it's both tortuous and stimulating at the same time.

The full stretch of Geto's thick girth way driving you insane, the way he'd ease back and then push forward, thumbing your clit simultaneously as his salvia smeared and mixed with the mess you've already made of him from earlier.

"Please?" You suddenly whine, not sure if it was really directed toward Gojo or Geto as you said it.

That's when Gojo pauses, his hears practically perking up at the tone of your voice, "Hey... No need to beg me to get off the phone, y'know," He hums, his voice suddenly... lower? "I would've hung up without the please but I dunno, you sound busier than I expected."

Your brows furrow at his sudden resistance toward ending the call, "Meaning?" You question, eyes focused on your fiance's face which was twisted up and he groaned quietly due to the sudden squeeze of your cunt.

There's a slight scoff over the phone, "Oh nothing, just uh-, well, am I interrupting something?"

Your lashes bat in disbelief of Gojo and Geto's losing his mind at how much your pussy's throbbing around his cock. Was that his doing or his best friend's doing? What exactly was Satoru saying to you over the phone and why were you squirming so much?

Geto tears his eyes away from where the two of you are connected and he looks at your face, spotting that you're basically just as confused as he is. Tipping his head to the side, he locks eyes with you and decides that that's the perfect time to thrust every inch of himself back into you.

The way your jaw drops, a moan pouring out so clearly and obscenely-- it makes Geto smile, nearly forgetting that Gojo probably heard that...

Probably would be an understatement too because Gojo's on his end of the call with his face flushed and his eyes widened, "Did you just moan?" He questions.

And as he does so, Geto decides not to hold back anymore, working up that brutal pace of his thrust by thrust as you slap a hand over your mouth and moan into your palm.

Barely even able to utter a response to Gojo, "N-No," You gasp, "I just-, mmh. Fuck, can I please call you back?"

Gojo blinks. Then he swallows, thickly, "Where's Suguru?"

Your mouth opens to respond but the phone is suddenly taken from you. Geto places one hand to your lower abdomen and pushes down slightly on the imprint in your skin where his cock is, his hips smacking into you roughly as you body jerked and you spasm.

Then you hear Geto speaking and realize he's taken the phone, "Busy fuckin' her to tears, call you back later 'Toru," He hums out simply.

Gojo coughs and then he laughs, "Hey wait," He stalls without second thought.

Your fiance tilts his head into the phone and his hips grow a bit harsher with you, the pressure of his hand on your lower abdomen making his swollen cock hit deeper and deeper. Then there was that mean curve of his, beating into where you were sensitive and making you whimper.

"Hm?" Geto hums in response, sounding almost annoyed.

"Y'Mind if I stay on the phone and listen?"

(pt. 2)

[butch-bakugo]

As much as I love bikers and most biker gangs are good but shouldn't be considered automatically so and cars need to look out for bikers...

If you do stupid shit infront of a car and think being on a bike or being in a biker gang excludes from common sense safety on the road, you deeserved to get honked at and run tf over.