#can we give ths guy a nap??

[arriathedragon]

Ok so I'm playing through Sonic Frontiers and I noticed a little thing I haven't seen anyone mention yet soooo:

On Kronos Island, when you start the game, Sonic is standing straight up in his idle animation/Standing Animation. He's is cool confident self and has absolutely no issue doing so. (Below, Left)

Once you get to Ares, it's the same. He's confident. Cool. (Above, Right). Although, upon watching mine and various other peoples playthroughs I have noticed that it seems from a side angle that on Ares Island Sonic is hunched over just slightly, like his heads just a little too heavy. I wasn't able to screenshot this as I didn't notice it until reviewing other footage and well... its a Sonic game. People don't just stand idle lol.

Once you get to Chaos Island though? The SECOND you land from the Wyvern boss fight Sonic is standing like this:

And that just becomes his idle pose whenever he's not running. He's holding his head, he's hunched over, and when looking at it in game he's practically heaving he's breathing so hard. He, quite frankly, looks like he's about to collapse.

There are a lot of weird things about this game but the attention to character traits and story are the reason t play it. Because oh my gosh Sonic's IDLE STANDING ANIMATION shows how tired he is???? Oh my gosh. I'm losing it. Anywho so I just got on Chaos- XD Rip Sonic. I will be back with more if the fourth island heeds any updates to this.

[aliaology]

NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: jack realizes yns music is quite literally a call out, directed towards him, and his brothers egg it on. pt.3

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“i called my mom, she said ‘that it was for the best!’ remind myself the more i gave, you’d want me less”

jack could’ve hit his head against the counter ten more times and the song would still be ringing through his ears like a splinter that wouldn’t come out of his hand.

quinns hand made contact with the back of jacks head. “knock it off, jack.”

jack groaned, shoving his head into his arms. he groaned again, this time the noise being muffled due to the his arm. “she wrote a song about me, quinn.”

quinn rolled his eyes. “you don’t know its about you” he told.

jack scoffed, head shooting up. “she literally called me out. the parties, that stupid red sea reference, even the chorus. its so obviously me. and then her newer single that dropped thirty minutes ago?’

quinn shrugged, “could be about trevor”

jack rolled his eyes, “no way in hell, quinn. they never hooked up and her newer one is about some guy hooking up with her later on—“

“you sound obsessed, jack.” quinn told. jack looked down, embarrassed.

“whats jack obsessed with?” trevor asked, walking inside the kitchen. he stole a grape from jack and popped it into his mouth.

“y/n’s song” quinn spoke.

trevor scoffed, “why are you so hung up on it? its just music.” trevor shrugged.

“hes upset because hes getting called out.”

jack groaned again, head hitting the counter.

quinn rolled his eyes again. “you’ve gotta stop doing that dude. listen— she probably made these ages ago and just now got to releasing them.”

trevor popped another grape in his mouth. “not too sure about that, but i know she started writing them when you two broke up.”

luke slowly walks in. “seriously? you guys are torturing the man talking about his ex.”

jack nods, signifying lukes words to be true.. luke goes into the cupboard to grab a plate. “just ignore it.” he shrugged.

trevor snorted. jack sent the boy a glare, causing his laughter to abruptly stop. “how can i just ignore it? shes getting big and her music is everywhere already.” he asked.

quinn gave him a look. “then face it, jack. you can’t keep putting yourself in denial for something you caused.”

jack let out an exasperated groan for the 100th time. “gee, thanks quinn. way to make me feel better.”

“dont start giving him shit, jack.” luke spoke.

jack rolled his eyes. “whatever, im going to my room.” he got up and went for the stairs.

all three boys looked around at each other. silence fell through the room. suddenly, the sliding door opens. “whats going on?” cole asked.

“quinn picked his side of the argument.” trevor spoke, slightly glaring at quinn.

quinn gave one back, “dont act innocent, trevor. you screwed her over too. you and jack need to own up to it and stop cowering like little kids. you are both in your twenties for fucks sake. grow up.”

quinn went off to his room, leaving a wide eyed group of boys behind.

jacks brows furrowed as he listened to the song in his earbuds. his girlfriend napped next to him as he sat up on the bed. he hates to admit it, but he kinda deserved this.

“lets fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later. if shes got blue eyes, i will surmise that you’ll probably date her. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor, you search in every model—“

he stopped the song, taking his earbuds out and tossing them to the floor. he cheated, and now was dating the girl he cheated with. it was sad, really.

fiona, she was a woman who loved money. jack, was a man who loved attention. maybe that’s why they were together. but she wasn’t horrible like people said, right?

quietly, he went to tik tok and made a fake account, that way she knew he didn’t stalk her profile. i mean— she has no idea he even uses it still.

jack searched fionas name up, ultimately clicking on her profile. she had one video up. he clicked on it.

ick ick ick ick

she was lip syncing that really terrible audio that went ‘he chose me, he dont want you. he chose me’ and honestly, jack was appalled.

but before he could open the comments, she started to wake up. he swiped out of the app and deleted it, tossing his phone to the side afterwards.

“hey baby.” he smiled.

now that we dont talk!

tags! @honethatty12 (if u want tags, just ask <3)

[em1e]

ᶻz feat. baji + chifuyu + shinichirio !!

tokyo revengers && dating

☓ no warnings ! this is my first writing that isn't angst LOL

ᶻz・baji keisuke

⠀ ⬤ with his inability to tell you ‘no’

baji hates the way you’re looking at him. brows furrowed, lip jutted out while you tug on his arm in hopes of it helping- it does, but he’d never tell you that.

“please.” you beg, pulling him towards the photo booth. his scowl is ever present, arms crossed over his chest as if you’re asking him to do the most difficult thing in the world. ‘it’s just a photo booth’, you’d argued before, leaving out the detail of him being the one to pay for it. 

and it’s not even that that was the issue! he’d buy you the world, if you asked (or whatever he could afford from his allowance). it’s the fact that you’ve been walking around this mall for hours, and not once have you guys stopped by the food court like you promised at least two hours ago. 

he was starving, and thus, his attitude has become ever present. 

“just the photo booth, and then a couple more stores, and then we can go to the food court!” you promise in vain. his eyes narrow. 

“you said that three hours ago.” 

you pout, “i know but i know once you eat, you’ll want to leave to nap and i’m not ready to be back home yet.” 

your argument is sound, baji’s track record betraying him. still, he tries to ration. 

“if it’s only a few stores after, i don’t know why we can’t go to the food court first and then do whatever you want.” 

“because i know you well enough that that won’t be how it goes!” you’re grasping at straws here, and still he doesn’t budge. 

so, with a huff, you drop his arm and turn to the photo booth. 

“fine, i’ll meet you at the food court then.” 

“what are you talking about.” he could scoff at your sudden attitude now. 

“i’m gonna take some cute photos. i’ll just meet you there in a sec.” you wave him off without looking back at him, climbing into the photo booth by yourself and adjusting the settings as you please. 

baji honestly has to take a second to decide how this could play out. he goes to the food court alone? you’ll be pissed the rest of the day, and he doesn’t know if this argument is worth the cold-shoulder. and it is just a couple of photos, just two more stores after. what’s the real harm?

so, with a huff, he pushes back the photo curtain just before the first photo is taken. 

click.

he leans forward as far as he can into the booth, cupping your face with one hand and steadying himself against the wall with the other. 

click. 

and kisses you with a desperation that makes you wonder if you haven’t been giving him enough affection. 

click.

when he finally pulls away, you’re giving him the dorkiest grin you can muster, and in turn he mirrors your smile. 

click. 

the photos pop out with a ding, and you reach over to pull them from their place. baji looks over your shoulder, happy with how they came out. 

the first barely shows him coming into the booth and your surprised face at the sudden intrusion. the second has him cupping your cheeks and that same surprised expression along with a light blush on your cheeks. the third is of him kissing you, and the fourth is of the two of you smiling at each other. baji has to hand it to himself, the execution is honestly pretty cute. 

“thank you.” you hum, standing and pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“two more stores.” he settles, offering you his hand. 

“two more.” you agree, taking his hand and offering his card back to him. he sputters at the site, snatching it from your sticky fingers and shoving it in his pocket. 

“you are unbelievable.”

“yeah, but you love me.” you giggle. 

he pressed a kiss to your temple and squeezes your hand, “you know it.”

ᶻz・matsuno chifuyu 

⠀ ⬤ with his comfortable presence

you were on the couch, back pressed into the leather with chifuyu resting comfortably on top of you. fingers idly running through his blonde hair, while some show he was mildly interested in plays on the tv. 

it’s easy to fall asleep with the warmth radiating from him, and he only realizes this is the case when the hand in his hair stops moving. 

he knows he shouldn’t bother you. that you stayed up late studying for exams and you got up early to spend some well-deserved time with him as the weekend kicked off, and it’s not like you’re really even doing anything right now, the show on the tv serving more as background noise than anything else, but he can’t help it. 

your attention is all he craves, even if it’s in such a small amount. 

with that in mind, he sits up slightly to get a better look at you. you look pretty like this- hair a mess underneath you, face soft as you sleep. he’d really hate to ruin this, but someone has to. your brows furrow at chifuyu’s movement, but there’s nothing that shows you fully wake up. 

he tilts his head, wondering what he could possibly do to wake you up that won’t leave you pouting for the rest of the day (rightfully so, he knows, but now is not the time for that! and he’ll make it up to you, although he feels his presence is more than enough of a gift as is). 

he settles for just shaking you awake softly, admiring the way you scrunch your face and attempt to swat him away in an effort to remain asleep. 

“(y/n),” he hums, shaking you again only to be met with a groan, “come on, let’s go get something to eat! sleeping is for later.” 

“tired.” he hears you mumble out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and, without opening your eyes, pull him to your chest. the sudden shift has him basically crashing on top of you, and he wonders where you were hiding this strength when you beg him to carry your oh-so-heavy backpack on the days he walks you home from school. 

he makes a noise of disagreement, knowing if he becomes trapped here there is absolutely no chance of moving for the next few hours, but you’re quick to wrap your legs around his back to keep him in place. 

“(y/n).” he says again, though this time it’s more like a whine, “i’m bored, let’s go do something.” 

nothing. 

“we can go to that ice cream shop you like?” 

your grip loosens slightly. he’s onto something. 

“i’ll buy you whatever you want?”

a pause. 

“anything?” you repeat, letting him free just enough for him to be able to lean back and look at you. he can practically see the sparkle in your eyes, and chifuyu wonders for a moment if he’s giving you too much free reign on his wallet. 

“anything.” he confirms, ready to be fully released from your hold so he can put on his shoes and shove you out the door. 

but, you don’t let him go. 

instead, you tilt your head slightly and let your eyes scan over his face. 

“and if i just want you?” 

he feels his face flush at the question, grabbing a pillow that was previously discarded to the ground to make room for the both of you and shoves it in your face. 

“d-don’t say stuff like that!” 

ᶻz・sano shinichiro

⠀ ⬤ with his one track mind

shinichiro’s back really fucking hurt. having to lean over the bikes for so long was really taking its toll, and he wasn’t even halfway done with what he needed to be. 

with a sigh, he stands. stretching makes him realize just how taut his muscles are, hearing his joints pop is almost satisfying, but it really just solidifies how long he’s been at work. something scatters to his right, metal against the concrete making him jump and turn at the sudden intrusion. 

you look like a deer in headlights, a tote bag in one hand, the other reaching for the wrench you’ve apparently kicked. 

“hi . . .” you breath out, offering the bag to him, “i brought you dinner . . .” 

“you didn’t have to,” but he takes the bag anyways, peeking inside. ‘dinner’ is a loose term - he can spot some sweet buns and takoyaki, along with an energy drink and bottled tea. 

you only hum in reply, looking around his shop for anything particularly interesting, “yeah but i’m sure you’ve only eaten the breakfast i brought by earlier, and you were supposed to be home an hour ago for our date-” 

shinichiro visibly stiffens at this accusation, looking at the clock on the wall to see just how late it is. 7:13 pm. you planned for him to come get you at 6:00. 

“-so i did the math myself and figured you were probably too into whatever you were working on this morning.” 

he opens his mouth to apologize, beg for your forgiveness, fall to his knees if that’s what it takes, but you’re smiling and moving some stuff to sit beside the bike he’s been working on. 

“and i figured i could just bring the date to you.” 

you pat the spot beside you, and he feels like he could crumble at your feet. 

“you’re too good to me.” he settles on instead, sitting and taking out everything from the bag to place it neatly in front of you. 

“i know,” you tease, bumping shoulders with him, “now eat up so you can finish here and we can  go watch a movie or something.” 

god does he love you. 

shinichiro leans over, and places a kiss to your temple, happy that you are so patient with him and that you went out of your way to do this for him. his lips linger for a second longer than necessary, not that you mind, before he’s scarfing down the snacks you brought. 

when he finishes, he packs up his trash and throws it away, before whistling at you and nodding his head towards the front of the garage when he has your attention. 

you tilt your head, unsure what he wants. 

“‘m gonna lock up, i can finish everything here tomorrow.” 

“but you didn’t-” 

“i can finish tomorrow,” he repeats, gesturing for you to come out of the garage so he can turn off the light and lock up. 

“you sure?” 

“mhm,” he’s never been more sure of anything in his life, “we can go to the 8:00 showing for that one movie you’ve wanted to see.” he says as he pulls the door shut, making sure the lock is set and he has everything he needs to go. 

“i would like to stop by mine to change, if that’s okay.”

you hum, “we have all the time in the world.” 

[earthry]

Papas and Readers Coexisting (Headcanons)

I love having the ability to just quietly exist in each other’s company, not necessarily talking and not feeling like you have to. Just being together is enough.

sfw, no warnings, fluff and comfort, coexisting quietly with each other

Primo

Quiet time in the garden; sometimes you help him with the weeding or pruning, other times you sit in the shade of a nearby tree with a sketchbook. Though you sketch a lot of the wildlife and plants around you, you always find at least one or two candid sketches of Primo tucked in the corner of every page.

Every so often you’ll feel light pressure and look up to see that Primo has balanced a wildflower of some sort on your knee. Sometimes you catch him before he fully withdraws his hand and he smiles sheepishly at you. Occasionally he’ll tuck the flower behind your ear and press a kiss to the back of your hand.

“It simply reminded me of your smile, my petal. You wear it so beautifully, si?”

Secondo

There’s a couch in his office with soft cushions and a plush throw blanket over the side. There wasn’t one before, but after a few weeks of you sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs he had one installed. You usually lounge on the couch with a book as Secondo silently works on paperwork or a personal project.

Occasionally you’ll fall asleep and Secondo will look up when there’s a lack of page turning and realize you’ve passed out. He’ll gently take the open book that’s about to fall out of your hand and set it on the side table before covering you with the throw blanket. Before he goes back to his work he always gives your forehead a gentle kiss.

“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it? Sleep well, tesoro. I’ll finish in a couple of hours and join you.”

Terzo

Whether it be breakfast, lunch, or dinner, Terzo prides himself on being an excellent chef. Since retirement he often home-makes all your meals you have together. Lazy mornings spent watching him putter around the kitchen with the radio on, sometimes humming along or doing a little shimmy to the music. You watch from your spot at the kitchen table with a smile, usually with your laptop out catching up on emails and other work.

In the evenings, you sometimes help Terzo with dinner preparations, glancing at the recipe book as you orbit around each other in perfect tandem. Other times you sit at the table not unlike the mornings, working on your laptop again or watching videos on your phone with the sound turned low. Terzo doesn’t mind the extra noise and every so often will waltz over with a spoon for you to taste test for him.

“Too sweet, dolcezza? Give me your thoughts. Oh! Not sweet enough? Mm, if you give me some of your sugar we can change th— ow! Don’t smack me I was complimenting you.”

Copia

You love nothing more than napping with your head in Copia’s lap while he plays his video games, making little noises as he succeeds or fails, the soft sounds of the game volume turned low lulling you to sleep. Sometimes you snuggle together and watch him, other times you’ll be scrolling on your phone quietly with your feet in his lap.

Copia will take his rats out to free roam his room sometimes while the two of you hang out quietly. Some days he works on his music, other days he just likes to play and watch his rats. You often bring your own things to work on but always find yourself looking up every once in a while to see Copia cooing softly to one of his babies.

“Aw look at you, you’re getting quite chubby aren’t you? My little chubby baby, you’re so cute— amore mio, come look! He’s cleaning his face what a polite little guy!”

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 8

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"Ok, so. What does the birthday boy want to do next?"

"Take a nap?" Mason chuckled.

"A nap? Seriously? What about getting some ice-cream?"

"Addie, it's January!"

"And?" she shrugged.

"It is too cold for ice-cream. Besides, I'm full after that Sunday roast."

"They say ice-cream is digestive."

"I think I'll pass."

"Ok" Adele sighed. "Then what do you want to do?"

It technically wasn't Mason's birthday yet, it was in a couple of days. But since he had to work the next day and on his actual birthday he was throwing a party, that was the only day both of them were free to do something alone.

"Going home and taking a nap."

"Boring."

"But that's what I am in the mood for."

"Yeah, your mood" Adele said while they kept walking. "What is going on with you lately?"

"With me? Nothing."

"Mase, you've been acting super weird since the new year. Is it because of the kiss?"

"The kiss?"

"Yeah. About the photos and the article. Did it bother you?"

"Oh, that" Mason said, looking down. 

"You know you can tell me anything, right? That's what friends are for."

"Yes, friends."

"Mase, what is it?" Adele insisted, grabbing him by the arm and making him stop. "C'mon, you can trust me. What happened?"

"It's just... It's..." 

"C'mon" she said with an encouraging smile.

"It's something I have to do for work that I know you won't like."

"Something like what?" Adele asked.

"A brand I work with, one of the big ones. They want me to... They... It's for Valentine's Day."

"Oh… I see."

"They have this campaign about that day being not only about a partner, that it can be about everyone you love. Your family, your friends, your pets... And they want me to post some photos with the people I love."

"And they want you to post one with me."

"Yeah" Mason sighed.

"No."

"What?"

"I said no. We are not playing the press game" Adele said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"But..."

"I said no, Mason. Post photos with your parents, your brother, your friends... But not with me. I'm not allowing it."

"But Addie, you are my friend, you just said it. And I have to do it, it's part of the contract."

"Then tell them I've said no! I'm on my right to do it, I'm the one in the photos!"

"It isn't that easy."

"It actually is. My photos, my choice" she shrugged.

"The deal with this brand is one of the big ones, I can't lose it. And besides..." Mason said while nervously playing with his hands.

"Besides what?"

"I have to do it, Addie. I have to."

"Why, Mase? What is going on?" she said, taking a step closer. He looked so... Worried.

"Do you trust me?" he asked her.

"You know I do."

"Then please say yes to this. Please" he begged.

"I'm sorry, Mason. But no."

"Adele..."

"I've said no. End of the story" she said, starting to walk again.

"C'mon, think about it. It's just a photo. We'll pick one from Christmas for example. One you like."

"I've said no, Mason!" she said as she turned around, raising her voice maybe way too much. "I'm not gonna let them use me to earn more money, and I'm not gonna give the press an excuse to start harassing me again now that things seem to have calmed down. No means no."

"But..."

"I said no" Adele repeated, giving her back to Mason and walking away.

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"So I am the bad guy now?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Great" Adele sighed.

What had happened the day after her argument with Mason? That they were on the Daily Mail because someone had sold them photos of her and Mason at the restaurant where they had eaten, and of everything that had happened after. Of their argument. And in those photos, Mason looked like a sad puppy while she just yelled at him, which had made his fans turn against her for hurting him, bitch being the nicest thing they were calling her.

"Have you spoken with him?" Jourdan asked.

"Nope."

"What about tomorrow's party? Are we still going?"

"You can go if you want to. I don't want to see him."

"But Addie... You need to talk about this. About the photos and the campaign."

"There is nothing else to say. We must have a stalker, and I don't want him to use me."

"Then talk about whatever is going on with him. Look at his face in these photos! And you keep saying he is acting weird. Adele, he needs you. He needs his friend."

"Jourdan..."

"Come to the party, please" she pouted. "Besides, you know who is gonna be there. If I go alone, I'll end up on his bed again."

"Quoting Dua Lipa now?" Adele chuckled.

"She was right, wasn't she?"

"She was, yes. But I don't know... What if he doesn't want to see me?"

"I'm sure he's dying to apologize, Addie. Especially after the way his fans are treating you."

"I'll think about it."

"Thank you" Jourdan said while hugging her.

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"Adele, you came!"

"Hello, Jacob."

"And you too, Jourdan" he smirked.

"Hello."

"Did the paps outside catch you?"

"Of course they did. They were waiting for me" Adele said.

"I thought you would not show up after your argument with Mason, you know? He's been looking like shit and even thought about canceling the party."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yup. I don't know what happened between you two, he hasn't said a word. But my boy has fallen for you, and hard."

"Jacob, we aren't together or anything like that, it's all the press."

"That's not what I said" he smirked again. "Anyway, gotta keep greeting people, I'm on door duty."

"Enjoy" Jourdan said.

"What... What did he mean?" Adele asked her when Jacob left them alone.

"Nothing, don't worry. He's probably already drunk. Should we get ourselves something to drink?"

"Yeah... Let's stick to our plan of being together and keeping you as away from him as we can."

But their plan didn't last long. After a couple of drinks, Jourdan was dancing with one of Mason's friends and getting very cosy, leaving Adele alone while keeping an eye on her.

"Hello."

"Fuck!"

"Sorry" Mason said next to her. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's ok, don't worry. Happy birthday, by the way."

"Thank you" he smiled. Though again, it was that sad smile. The one he had had since the year started. "I thought you wouldn't come after... You know."

"Yeah... But Jourdan asked me to help her stay away from Jacob, and I couldn't say no. And I also wanted to check on you. How are you?"

"I don't know, to be honest" he said, running a hand through his hair.

"Why don't we go somewhere quiet where we can talk?" Adele smiled, giving his arm an encouraging squeeze. 

"What about Jourdan?"

"It looks like she is ending the night with that friend of yours, she'll be fine."

"He actually is one of the good ones."

"Nothing to worry about, then. C'mon" she said, taking Mason's hand and leading them outside. 

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"Here."

"Thank you, Mase" Adele said, putting on the coat he had given her. After looking for a place where they could talk and having to see some things they would have preferred not to see, they decided to go outside to one of the balconies. "I didn't expect it to be this cold."

"It's January, Addie" he chuckled.

"I know. But earlier it wasn't this cold."

"Do you want to go inside?"

"Nah, it's fine. Besides, I've always loved the view from here. Even at night it looks beautiful."

"It is one of the reasons why I chose this house."

"I'm sorry" Adele said.

"About the house?"

"No, no. About our argument the other day."

"I should be the one saying sorry. You were pretty clear about not wanting your photo to be used, and I kept insisting."

"But I could have been nicer, you know? Or make less of a scene."

"I've seen you do worse. You are a bit of a drama queen."

"Who, me?"

"Sorry" Mason smiled. And this time, it was an honest smile. The dimple was giving it away.

"I've missed seeing you smile like that."

"How?"

"Like that" Adele said, taking a step closer. "Like you really mean it. What is going on, Mase?"

"Nothing."

"It clearly is something" she said, taking his hand on hers.

"It's just... It's my agency" he sighed.

"What about them?"

"They keep pushing me to do things I don't want to or agree with."

"Then say no, leave them. It's that easy."

"It isn't, Addie."

"Why not? I remember my mum talking about a friend of hers breaking a contract with an agency that wasn't treating her well."

"Yes, but in my case it isn't that easy. There are... Clauses."

"Clauses?"

"Yes. And if I do something that goes against them, I'll be in big trouble."

"Will they sue you?"

"They could end my career."

"Holy shit, Mase" Adele said, caressing his cheek with her free hand, the other still holding his.

"That's why I kept insisting on the photo. If I don't do it..."

"But you are their best client! They wouldn't be that stupid, would they?"

"When there is money involved, people don't care about certain things."

"I'm so sorry, Mase."

"It's ok, don't worry."

"No, it's not" she said, wiping away a tear from his cheek. "There must be something we can do."

"Do as they say" he chuckled.

"What if I talk with them? What if I tell them I don't want my photo being shared?"

"Please don't" Mason said, closing most of the space between them. 

"I already told you, I'm on my right to..."

"Don't. Trust me and do as I say. Please."

"But..."

"Please, Addie. Promise me you won't talk with them" he said, caressing her cheek the way she had done with his. He looked so worried, so desperate.

"Ok. I promise."

"Thank you" he sighed, resting his forehead on hers.

"But only if you promise me that you won't do anything stupid."

"I won't" Mason whispered.

"Good. Now come here" Adele said, hugging him as tight as she could. "Everything will be alright, Mase."

"Everything will be alright" he repeated against her neck, his lips touching her skin as he spoke and making the goosebumps she had felt when they had kissed, come back.

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𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗*, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚕 (𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍)

𝚌𝚠; 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 & 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 18+ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎(𝚜), 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚛! 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙-𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎 (𝚛! 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 (𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚎𝚝𝚌), 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚠𝚌; 1.4𝚔 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 7.7𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

“She’s totally into Mel. I don’t have a chance and she probably doesn’t even know I’m into her,” I huffed at Ellie as she sat across from me, looking up at me through her lashes.

“Well,” the freckled girl started, “You’re about her not knowing she’s into you. But she does like you. Asks me about you all the time,” Ellie shrugged, “Speaking of which, she just texted me, Ellie laughed, getting comfortable where she sat, “She says… ‘Hey, Els’, with plenty of exclamation points, ‘are you with Abby? Is she busy? I want to know if she’s coming to my party tonight’, heart eyes emoji.”

I perked up at the questions, straightening my back a bit, “Tell her you’re with me and that I’m going.”

“No, because when I tell you’re not here, she calls and spills her heart out and you need to hear that. I also like hearing those little rants,” she began typing out her reply, reading it to me as she did so, “So… ‘I’m not with Abby, getting ready to nap before I come over, but go ahead and call, I don’t mind’,” she set her phone in between us on the table, waiting for the call, “Give it a minute.”

Just as I was ready to roll my eyes and punch her, the phone started ringing, the caller ID reading ‘the child 🐸’ on display, “A Star Wars reference? Seriously?”

“She loves that little guy more than she loves cheese and crackers,” Ellie held up a finger to her lips, answering the phone and putting it on speaker, “Yes, Grogu? Spill your heart out.”

“You wanna know what the first thing I would say to her would be?”

I raised a brow at the question, glancing at Ellie as she chuckled and shook her head, “Why does it always start with this?”

“Do you wanna know or not?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Great answer. I would love to look her dead in the eyes and just say—.”

“Fuck me, Abby!” she whined breathlessly, back arching off the bed as I pumped my fingers in and out of her cunt, smirking all while thinking about the comments she had made earlier, “M’going crazy, I’m sha—,”

“No, no, you can take it, remember? You’re a big girl, you’ve got this,” I shook my head at her as she struggled to lift her own up, “What did you say earlier? ‘I could take two of you at once’? Hm? Can’t even handle just one of me.”

“M’sorry! M-M’sorry, I was just kidding, I didn’t mean it,” her little hands were flailing at my wrists to stop me from sending her over the edge for what was most likely the fourth time now, “I’m so close, Abs, please, please, please,” her chest was rapidly rising and dropping, cries getting more and more needy as she was reaching her climax.

“Yeah? You’re close?” I asked, only getting a small ‘yes, please, yes’ in response. Removing my fingers, the small figure below me gasping while sitting up to look at me with those puppy dog eyes and that sweet, little pout, “I need you to be extra quiet, yeah? We don’t want your friend's downstairs to hear you, now do we?” I reached down to my belt, hovering above her and planting my lips on hers after she nodded in agreement.

She glanced down at my chest, eyes dragging back up to my own as that obvious plead in her eyes grew stronger, “Use your words, princess, don’t be shy.”

“Take your shirt off, too. It’s not fair,” she spoke in such a low whisper. I explored her nude body with my eyes, tilting my head in the slightest as if to take her request into consideration. I so badly wanted to ask her to repeat the statement, but I had been a little rough with her, so I let it slide, “I want to see all of you.”

I agreed, chucking my pants to the side before removing my top and then boxers. Her face lit up with excitement, looking at me through her lashes like she always did. I held the silicone toy in my hand, rubbing the tip against her dripping core to gain some soft, pretty moans from her.

“Such a pretty little thing. So needy for me. How pathetic,” I grunted at her, shivering as one delicate hand was placed on my shoulder and the other searched for my braid.

“Please, Abby,” she begged so softly, whines sliding out while I slowly pushed into her entrance, shushing her as the whimpering grew louder and louder, “M’sorry, sorry, fuck,” now that she was all shaky and whiny, she couldn’t hold on to me as well when I first got her started, “I’ll be quiet, please don’t stop.”

“Oh, pretty girl,” I gathered her wrists in one of my hands, holding them above her head before commencing at a slow pace, “You’re gonna need to learn to keep your voice down,” pace quickening already, hoarse gasps and cries leaving the angel below me, “Should’ve kept my belt to keep those hands to the headboard. Maybe next time, hm?”

I couldn’t help but smile at how her eyes rolled back, her jaw was left open, and her eyebrows furrowed. Carefully, my other hand traveled up to her lips, thumb slipping in to pull her mouth open a bit more to allow my thumb to push down on her tongue. She closed her mouth, sucking on my thumb to muffle her cries, eyes returning to their natural state in order to meet mine.

“Hey gorgeous,” I huffed, silently losing my mind at her pretty expressions and the way she closed her lips to suck on my thumb, losing my rhythm. I silently cursed myself to find the rhythm again, hoping she either was too fucked out to notice or she just didn’t care and was satisfied with the way I was drilling into her.

The little flinches she made in her hands caught my attention, watching as she fought against me to pull her hands free. Chuckling at her feeble attempts, my hand pulled my thumb from her mouth to grip her hips driving myself even deeper in her to see what reaction I could draw out of her this time, and fuck was it satisfying.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Abby!” her voice nearly cracked, tears were forming in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in her tummy, “Please! I’m so close again! It’s so good, Abby, please!”

As she was crying out about reaching her climax, I had just come to the realization that I was too, strap-grazing my own clit every so often as well. The coil in my stomach wasn’t too far from snapping, starting to get sloppy in my thrusts and now dropping my face closer to hers, those delicious cries getting me closer and closer to the edge.

“C’mon, baby girl, let it out, let it all go,” that familiar white substance began to form around the base of my cock, those moans now just becoming gasps and grunts. Those pretty eyes rolled back again; jaw left wide open so those ravishing wails could leave her body. Even if she had reached that high, I kept going, not just for her sake but so I could also reach my climax, which, thankfully, came just after her own.

I let my body weight drop down on her, barely supporting myself in my elbows so I wasn’t completely on her. The music and partygoers from downstairs seemed to be beyond loud, thankfully covering up our noise. Thank God.

After about a minute or so, those gorgeous eyes met mine, and we just lay there to catch our breaths. I leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips, grinning as I came back up to face her, “You okay?”

“Mmm,” she started off, slightly stretching, “Aside from feeling euphoric, yes, I’m okay.”

I chuckled at the response given to me, pulling out and away to retrieve our clothing. We both got dressed, sparing glances at each other from time to time.

“Abby?” that little voice called out. Turning to her, all I could see was her walking up to me to place kisses on my neck, hands running along my abdomen as she did so, “You’ve been the best part of my life. Even just as a friend.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm… You’re a good person, Abby,” she hid her face in my chest, hugging me so softly as if I’d break if she added any sort of pressure.

“Let’s go get some drinks. We can come back up to your room after the party. But that’s up to you, of course.”

“Oh, please. It’s already on the agenda.”

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✧ I’ll make it anywhere

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George(+ little sister reader)

Warnings: fluff, coarse language

Part 2 of 3. Read part 1 here.

“I asked her out.”

“And?” Regina asked.

“Thea said yes. We’re going out Friday after school to see a movie and hang out at the mall.” You nearly squealed.

Regina chuckled, “See? We told you everything would be fine.”

“I just…don’t really want to be too excited about this because mom’s been keeping a real close eye on me ever since you’ve been out of the house.”

“I get it.” Regina answered. “Have fun, though.”

“I will, Reg. Thanks.” You sat down on your bed, dropping your backpack on your desk chair.

You got up on your feet a minute later, still on the phone with Regina when you put your phone on the dresser and put her on speaker mode. “How’s Janis? She had the flu a couple days ago, didn’t she?”

“Hi, y/n.” Janis greets, “I’m all better now, thanks for asking.”

“That’s great.” You smiled while opening up your dresser drawers to grab a change of clothes. While you got changed, Janis asks, “How ya doing?”

“Cannot wait for summer already.” You sigh, flopping back onto your bed with your phone in hand.

“Plans?” Regina asks, curious.

“I barely made a few hundred over spring break. Not sure if I wanna continue working while school’s ongoing.” You laugh, “Just dreaming about the city again, and the bagels, god the bagels.”

“We can fly you in again, you know.” Regina mentions. “Or let mom know and you two will be here before you know it.”

“Eh, true.” You chuckled. “Can I stay with you guys again?”

“Of course.” They answered in sync.

You hung up after awhile, wanting to take a nap. “I’m gonna go, I wanna take a nap.”

“Okay, remember to do your homework.” Your sister reminded you.

“I will, right after I get some sleep.”

“Bye, ladybug.” Regina says with a laugh, “Talk to you again soon.”

“Bye, Reggie.”

You tossed your phone aside and quickly fell asleep. When you woke up, it was only because your mom knocked on your door.

“Dinner’s ready, honey.”

“I’m up, Mom. I’ll be right there.” You rolled over onto your back, stretching your arms out. You took your phone with you and sat at the table with your mom to have dinner together. “You’re not going to meet up with Dad?”

“No, I already told him. The answer will always be no. He left us. I don’t want to be around him anymore.” You bite back a sigh, poking your fork into the vegetable lasagna. Dinner went by as per usual, some questions here and there about your day, but it was generally…okay, sometimes a little awkward since you wouldn’t have much to say. You really just didn’t have much going on right now.

“Hey, honey.” She held onto your wrist, and you stopped walking.

“Yeah?” You turned around to face her.

“How is that situation with um…” She began.

“Doran?” You asked expectantly, “He apologised and hasn’t stared at me since. Let’s…hope it stays that way.”

She nods, giving you a hug, “That’s great. But you know what to do if—”

“I’ll tell you, and tell the school.”

“That’s right.” June nodded, “Okay, have a good night, honey. Sleep tight!”

————

“Hey.” You felt a tap on your shoulder, causing you to look back swiftly.

“Oh, hi, Thea.” You smiled, “What’s up?”

“Nothing much, wanna sit together at lunch?”

“Sure, whoever gets to the cafeteria first finds us a table?”

Thea agrees, “Sounds good. You have calc before lunch?”

“Yeah, in 313.”

“Oh.” Thea nods, “I’ll be in 117 right near the cafeteria.”

“Nice, would be helpful since we only have thirty minutes for lunch.” You chuckled.

“Thirty minutes is not enough.” Thea quips.

The first bell rings, interrupting the conversation. “Especially with you.” She continues. You looked away so quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. She gives you a hug and says, “See you at lunch. Have a good day.”

You laughed awkwardly, “See you at lunch, Thea.”

The rest of your day seemed to drag on. You were practically buzzing with excitement, staring at the clock watching the time tick by. You couldn’t wait for lunchtime. She kept creeping into your mind— it was distracting.

Three hours later, it was finally time for lunch. You made a beeline for the cafeteria, winding your way through the sea of students in the hallways. You saw Thea sit down at a table, so you walked faster to get to where she was. “Hey!” Thea’s face lit up at the sight of you.

“Hi, Thea.” You set your bag down, “Let’s go get our food before the line gets any longer.”

“Good call. I hate queuing up for lunch, we barely have enough time to eat most days.”

“I actually thought of making my own lunches. But I don’t wanna sacrifice my sleep.” You laughed, moving up in the line.

“If you ask me, sleep is more important. Considering how early school starts, and we have to get ready, have breakfast, make our way here.”

“Exactly!” You exhaled, “Most days I get home from school and I just crash until dinner. Then I have dinner, do my homework or some revision, I shower, then I barely have enough time to do anything else for myself.”

“It’s probably only gone get worse from here, y/n.” Thea chortled, “We have one foot out of high school to college.”

“Ugh.” You groaned, “College freaks me out a little right now, if I’m being honest.”

“It’s pretty scary.” Thea agrees, “It’s still quite far away, but near enough that we know we gotta quit playing around.”

“I have like seven schools in mind, three dream schools, four safetys.” You revealed,

“I have eight. Four each.” Thea scoffs, “I know I’m a good student but somehow it just doesn’t feel like enough. The grades show it, but I can’t help but feel like I will still suck somehow,”

“Our minds…tricky.” You nodded, lips pursed, “We could be doing the best we can but sometimes still feel like our best isn’t good enough, even though we may be working ourselves half to death.”

Thea quirked a brow, nodding.

“Well that took a dark turn.” You bit the inside of your cheek, sipping on your sparkling water.

“It’s the truth. I agree with that, life can be tough in that sense.” Thea shrugged, unfazed.

“Mm.” You hummed, glancing at her.

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After that little lunch thing with Thea on Tuesday, that’s how the rest of your week went. You sat with Thea during lunch whenever possible, and got to know her outside of class. Turns out, the two of you had pretty similar beliefs. In particular, how the universe always had three answers for people: no, not yet, or I have something better for you.

You believed in that for as long as you could remember. But ever since getting to know Thea, that belief has only strengthened.

School let out early on Friday so you went home right after to get ready to go out with Thea in a couple hours. You met up with her at the mall, watched the movie and was then walking around just chatting. Everything was going great, you felt like you two really clicked. She was really sweet and went home with you that night to make sure you got back safe and sound. So absolutely nothing would have prepared you for the hell that was the coming weekend. Thea asks you out to brunch the next day and being excited to spend more time with her, you agreed. Everything went fine— like usual, the conversation was unending, lots of anecdotes shared…along with laughter. But then it came to a screeching halt when she mentioned that her parents were out of town, and invited you to her house. You chewed the inside of you cheek, feeling your heart beginning to race. The way she asked you…you were sure she didn’t just want you to go to her house to hang out. She wanted to hook up with you. You wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but then she continued and asked if you wanted to have sex. She actually explicitly used those words. And well, your eyes looked like they were going to pop out from your head, having not expected a question like this. Even though the thought has crossed your mind once, actually going through with it was scary.

Somehow, you were in her room, making out with her— you’d let desire take over instead of letting your head freak you out. Thea did say that you two didn’t have to do anything more if you didn’t want to.

You feel her hand roaming lower and lower, and your sobriety became more and more apparent. “Mm-mm, no, no. I don’t want to. I’m not ready.”

Thea instantly pulled away. “That’s okay.”

“Excuse me.” You stumbled out of her bed, asking her where her bathroom was.

“Right across from the hall.” She told you.

You walked in there, locking the door behind yourself as you stared at yourself in the mirror, hands grabbing the edge of countertop till your knuckles turned white. You took deep breaths until your breathing evened out again, screwing your eyes shut until the racing thoughts died down.

“You alright, y/n?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I uh— I just— I just need to go, I’m sorry. It’s been a lot of fun, but I freaked out and I’m sorry—”

“Hey.” Thea looked at you, concerned, “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it, we’ll let things happen naturally. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, it’s fine too.”

You exhaled harshly, “Okay.”

“Do you want me to drive you home?”

“It’s okay, I want to be on my own for a bit. Thank you, though.”

“Yeah, of course. Have a safe trip back home.”

From the moment you got home and have been debating in your head who to talk to. It then became a toss up between Janis and Regina. Your final choice was Janis.

“Hey, what’s up?” She chirped.

“Uh, so— I don’t know if Regina told you but I went on a date?”

“With Thea yesterday.” She replied.

“And today.” You continued.

“Okay.” Janis answered calmly.

“It was great at first, we just went out to brunch and talked a bunch then she suddenly told me that her parents weren’t home and asked if I wanted to go over to hers,” You started to explain, “I thought, ‘okay, that would be fine’. But no, she said more— she asked if we should hook up. Well, long story short I did go over but we only made out. But she wanted to go further, I stopped her because I didn’t want that yet. I told her I couldn’t do it, she said it was okay but I was still freaked out and decided to leave…to go home. I don’t even know why it’s such a big deal because things turned out to be okay, I’ve been home a few hours now I thought of calling Regina but I thought you’d be the better choice— I just don’t wanna worry her. And she can be a little— overwhelming.”

“I get it, it’s a lot to process but it’s still very early on. If it makes you feel any better I was so damn nervous about my first time but if it’s with the right person, you just forget about your worries eventually. If you two had a conversation about it, and things were okay before you left her house, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Take the rest of the weekend to clear your mind, focus on yourself, doing what you want. To put it simply, if she really likes you and cares about you, she wouldn’t force you into anything. A relationship isn’t just about the physical things.”

“I- I know. Thanks, Jan. I just needed to get that out of my system. Thanks for hearing me out.”

“Any time, bubs.” She assured, “And um, it was a good thing you didn’t call Reg because she went to bed early— her back started to act up today and she took painkillers then just slept.”

“Oh, no.” You sulked, biting your nail, “Is she okay? Did the meds help? Sometimes it doesn’t help.”

“She’s fine, it did help. It took away some of the pain, she managed to fall asleep pretty quickly. I’ve been up for a bit to complete a new art piece and keeping an eye on her. So far, everything’s going well.”

“Okay.” You gnawed on your bottom lip, “Don’t sleep too late though.”

“No promises.”

“Janis.” You warned, “Come on.”

“Alright, alright. Thirty minutes then I’m off to bed. You, too, okay?”

“Fine.” You sulked.

“Good niiight.” She chuckles.

“Night, Jan. Thank you.”

She joked, “Of course, bubs. Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

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Took wayyy longer than expected but I got it done. Hope you enjoyed 🥲✨

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Forever Doesn’t Measure

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

Part 3 here

warnings: angst, crying, pregnancy, small argument, and I think that’s all

You sit at the island bar, basking in the sweet sounds of Nolan laughing along with Mat. He’s laid out on the rug, the boy playing with cars and using Mat as a racing track. All while AJ is sleeping peacefully in the pack and play. It transports you back to certain moments of happiness, moments you wish you could always live in.

You make eye contact with Mat and it’s like he takes a skinny dip inside your mind, because he gives you a longing smile. You can see it in his eyes that he knows what you’re thinking about.

The peace doesn’t last too long when AJ wakes up in tears; it’s his feeding time. You’re quick to settle on the couch, your baby boy nestled in your arms under a blanket, happily sucking away. It’s your last month of breastfeeding before weaning him off, knowing that he can’t just not visit with Mat during his allotted time.

You focus on Angel’s blond hair and soft cheeks, distracting yourself from thinking about how you were once a married mom, but now a single one.

Mat’s body sitting beside you on the couch makes you look away from the baby. He peers at you with a softness that you’ve almost forgotten.

“Hey, thanks for inviting me. It really means a lot to be here with the boys and you,” he says, knowing that spending the Christmas holiday together is important.

You honestly didn’t want to because almost 2 weeks ago you were tagged in pictures of him and a girl together, who you assumed was his friend from home. However, the thought of your boys not seeing their father took away all your anger. You didn’t need to ruin their lives even more.

“The boys miss you a lot, and it isn’t fair to them for you not to be here.”

“I miss them, too, everyday. I miss being on morning duty. Believe it or not, it’s one of my favorite parts of being a parent,” he admits. You faintly smile, thinking about all the times Mat would come back to bed with either one of his twins or both.

“You still have morning duty,” you point out, your free hands brushing AJ’s hair to avoid reaching out for Mat.

“Yeah, for like every other week. It’s not the same. Especially because you’re not there with me,” your heart hurts at his words.

“Is this your way of saying you miss me?” You tease, desire taking over when your hand reaches out to brush his hair away from his forehead.

“Of course I miss you,” he says simply, holding your hand in his. The way his thumb sweeps over your knuckles is pure bliss.

You tilt your head towards him while letting it rest back against the couch, eyelashes fluttering and eyes glued on him. Your innocent looks breaks him down into mush.

“I miss you, too,” you say, growing shy and looking down to avoid his stare. He only guides your face to his, lips connecting in a blurring passion. You try to lean into him, but with your baby pressed to your chest, it’s kind of hard. Mat does the job, though, scooting close to you to the point you’re practically wrapped in his arms.

Your tongue seeks entrance to his mouth, prodding the seam of his lips to make its way to dance with his tongue. You have the innate need to explore his mouth as you haven’t done so in a while. He feels the same way.

“Daddy! Daddy, look!” Nolan’s shouts make the both of you jump away from each other, in a state of shock at what just happened.

“Wow, little man! That’s so cool,” Mat clears his throat before complimenting Nolan’s favorite toy that he’s showing off.

“Um… I need to burp Angel and put him down for a nap. I’ll be back,” you mutter before scurrying upstairs.

The second you’re gone, Mat notices your phone going off, and without thinking about it, he picks it up to see who messaged you.

Tito: Happy holidays! I’m so glad we finally got to see you and the boys. Angel is perfect. I miss you guys. Hopefully we can have another visit soon.

Mat frowns at the message, not aware that you flew to Vancouver to visit Anthony.

“AJ went to sleep right away. I swear I can just watch him sleep all the time,” you gush, not knowing what you’re walking into.

“You went to Vancouver?” He asks immediately, catching you off guard.

Your mouth opens and closes, truly not knowing what to say.

“Um… yeah. I took the boys to go visit Tito and Emma. It was only for a few days,” you say softly.

“How could you?” Mat asks incredulously.

“What’s the big deal?”

“We were supposed to introduce Angel to them together,” he reminds you of the detail you stupidly ignored.

“Well, we aren’t together anymore, so it shouldn’t matter,” your voice is in a whisper, hoping that Mat will get the hint to not yell.

“It does matter. He’s my best friend, not yours,” he spits out.

You fight the tears willing to slip down your cheeks.

“I’m tired of you saying hurtful things to me! I’m tired of you breaking my heart,” he tells you.

“Breaking your heart? What about the girl you went on a date with? Huh? That friend from home? Yeah, I saw those pictures of you two together,” you inform him.

“It wasn’t a date! She is a friend from home, one that has a girlfriend, but I guess you didn’t see her in those pictures. And what does it matter if I was on a date, we’re not together anymore,” he throws your words in your face.

Your hands gravitate to your stomach out of instinct, holding on to the soon to be last piece of Mat that you’ll ever have. You can feel your heart cracking, knowing that most of this is your fault. You’re the one to blame.

“You’re right. It doesn’t matter. You’re free to date whoever you want. I’m sorry for saying hurtful things to you. I don’t hate you, I hate myself. Excuse me, but I think I’m going to take a nap. I’ll be down in time for dinner, just please watch Nols and keep an ear out for Angel,” you whisper, voice hoarse and ego crumbled.

You drag yourself upstairs, heading to your closet to pull on a large hoodie that you sneakily took from Mat before you moved out. Undressing out of your outfit, you put your hair up in a messy bun, and cuddle into your bed. Sleep takes over your body in less than a second. You hope you have dreams of your family being all together again.

Mat’s upset with himself for making you cry. To keep the picture of you heartbroken out of his mind, he starts completing miscellaneous tasks around the house, something he knows you’d appreciate. He’s lucky to get Nolan down for a nap even if it’s for 20 minutes. He takes a load of laundry upstairs to fold and put away. As he’s putting some of your clothes in your drawer he finds your paperwork confirming your pregnancy. To say he’s shocked is an understatement. A flurry of thoughts rush through his mind, tears starting to cloud his eyes at the secret you’ve been keeping. He’s not upset with you for not telling him, but at the fact that he has been missing out on the journey so far.

He exits your walk-in closet, coming face to face with your sleeping form. No one can stop him as he strides over to what would be your side of the bed- you’re asleep on his side -and lets his body sink next to yours. You’re on your side, facing away from him, so once he settles he nudges your body to turn into his hold. Your face connects with his chest, an arm holding onto him while one of your legs tangles with his. Eventually you end up on top of him, the natural instinct taking over. Besides, his warmth is to die for.

He allows his fingers to card through your mess bun; the urge to comfort you, strong. He watches your features as they are contorted into something resembling peace. You never see it, but Angel and Nolan look like you when you’re asleep. Both boys share that same blissful smile with you when sleep takes over. Mat first noticed it when Nolan was around one year old, and now he sees it all the time.

Light, pounding footsteps alert Mat, Nolan is making his way to the room.

“Mommy?”

“Mommy is sleeping, buddy. What’s up?”

“I hungry!”

“I know. We’ll start dinner in a little bit. Why don’t you lay with me for a bit,” Mat makes enough room for Nolan to cuddle with you both, you ending back on Mat’s side, facing him while your arms are still around him.

His eyes start to sting, thinking about another baby with you. He is so excited. His hand travels to your stomach, alerting you in the process. Your eyes pop open and you stare into his beautiful eyes. You know he knows. It’s as if anything but you touched your stomach, you immediately go into protective mode.

“Another baby, eh?”

“Another baby,” you confirm. He just smiles, eyes closed and lips closed, but the smile is so happy and a little smug.

Your one arm falls to rest around his waist, relishing in the small contact you have with his bare skin from where his shirt rides up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I couldn’t,” you shake your head fast and repeatedly, swearing away the thoughts of telling him before this moment. “I just couldn’t tell you. We had just broken up, and I was so shocked about the news. I just didn’t want to disappoint you even more. Even Tito said I should wait,” you say rushing through your words.

Mat’s face falls and for a minute you’re confused until you realize why. You told Tito before Mat.

No no no.

“You told Tito before me?” He asks surprised and hurt, immediately getting up and your hand latches into his waist to keep him close to you, but he’s stronger and upset. He rips himself out of your hold, disturbing Nolan in the process.

He stands, pacing a bit, one hand through the hair and the other rubbing at his neck. Those actions stop when he realizes Nolan is watching his every move, so he picks up Nolan as if he’s a protective blanket, constantly playing with his hair and kissing his head.

“Don’t be mad at Tito, please. It was word vomit. I didn’t mean to actually tell him,” you explain.

“But you still did,” Mat finishes, walking downstairs and leaving you alone with more guilt than you can handle.

You stay in bed for no more than 10 minutes, forcing yourself to get up and attend to Angel. Once he’s all changed and settled, you make your way downstairs. The air is tense beyond measure. Mat is prepping the kitchen, but takes over with AJ to let you cook as he isn’t the best.

From the time of cooking and preparing to eating, everything is silent except for the scrapes of the utensils against the plates and chewing.

Mat sits across from you, holding Angel in his lap. He’s so small compared to Mat’s arms. You start to think about just how much time Angel is missing out with him and vice versa. That’s how it’ll most likely be with the new baby, too. You don’t even realize your tears are falling until Mat is seating himself next to you to comfort you. You can only push yourself away from him. You don’t deserve his affection.

“I love you. Don’t push me away,” he whispers in your ear.

You only shake your head in response, and for the rest of dinner, you’re both silent, just watching the boys.

As you and Mat clean up around each other, you ponder how things should go from here. How will it work with you being pregnant? At the sink, you feel his arms cage you in. His tall, strong frame surrounds you. His breath flows out his mouth and down the back of your neck. You ward off the chills that sensation brings you. His head leans down, forehead resting on your shoulder. His hands move to rest on your stomach. It’s at that moment when you break down completely. Your body goes limp as your silent cries take over, but his body flows seamlessly with yours, so he has you in his hold before you hit the ground.

“Don’t do this, Mat,” you say.

“Don’t do what?” His face frowns in confusion, eyes searching desperately for yours for a clue.

“Don’t forgive me or love me just because I’m pregnant. I don’t want you to be with me for the sake of the kids,” you sob out.

“What about wanting to be together for the sake of us? I love you and I will never stop loving you,” he says so sure.

You turn to look at him when you feel droplets hitting your blouse and soaking your skin through the fabric.

“You’re breaking my heart. Please don’t,” he mutters.

“I love you,” you say for the first time in what feels like forever.

“I love you.”

“I want to be with you. Please. I want you. I want our family. I fucked up so badly. I don’t hate you. I love you. I overreacted about the whole nanny situation and I’m a fucking mess, but I need you. I want you,” you practically chant as you break through your stubborn walls.

“You didn’t overreact. I was being an asshole. I’m sorry. I love you. I want you. I want our family,” he says, sealing his lips to yours. It’s a kiss that can bring you back to life. A kiss that only gives you that fleeting emotion. A kiss that only Mat can give you.

“Mommy?” You hear Nolan calling out for you, so you break away from Mat.

He looks at you with a hint of worry, but more loving than anything.

“You ‘kay?” He forces himself between you and Mat, your face held in between his little hands. He looks at you with a look that you’ve only ever see on Mat when he’s making sure everything is good.

“Yes, baby. Mommy is okay. Mommy is happy,” you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that you aren’t lying anymore. Pulling yourself off the ground with help from Mat and your little man, you bring all your boys into your arms on the couch. You feel like you can finally breathe again.

You and Mat make eye contact once more, fighting and breaking through each other’s walls- even though yours are more of a struggle to get through. You hate the way you treated him over the few months of separation, but there is nothing more healing than love being shared, love being felt, and love being created.

a/n: I’m so sorry this took long, but I hope you all love it! Thank you all for all the love and kind words<3

taglist: @literatureluster

[cherrysurf]

hi iris, can i have some mint choco chips with waffle cones? for the toppings i'll take some cheesecake bites and marshmallows for me and the boys from inarizaki (you can choose which character you are comfortable to write, is it fine to write more than one character in one fic? If no, then just write one of them)

thank you iris :3

hi so since you wanted multiple i’m hoping this is what you meant if not i apologize 😭

inarizaki comfort crew

platonic fic w/ f!reader

contains; miya twins, kita, suna and aran, hurt, comfort, crack, profanity, kita and yn are third years, vb manager yn

It was april the scorching heat was approaching and your period cramps got worse with the heat especially during afternoon practice after long hours at school and even longer hours at practice you sit on the bench with your hand on your lower abdomen trying to push away the pain, because you much rather be at home laying down or taking a nice nap with the ac blasting and wrapped up in a warm blanket but no you had to be a good manager and give it your all for these boys because it was your last year and you’d hate to disappoint.

Thankfully coach already knew the situation at hand and he understood since he had a wife and knew how hard it was for a women to endure the pain and because of this he allowed you to leave a bit earlier than everyone else, as you quietly pack up your things to leave your stopped by the twins “watcha doin trying to sneak outta practice early miss.yn” the annoying yellow blonde setter spoke “yeah that’s not very top manager of you is it now?” the silver haired twin added, you roll your eyes at their stupid comments “well today’s different. I really have to go now if you’ll excuse me.” you said trying to push pass through the doors that’s when suna pops in “really yn your hurting our hearts by leaving, we wanted to say a little bit longer to practice for the upcoming match” he said shaking his head trying to make you feel bad while the miya twins in the back nod their heads in agreement, your temper and hormones are fighting for their life not to snap at all three of them. The thing was you and all three of them including kita and aran went to the same middle school-high school together so you’d think they’d get the gist of stuff like this now but no. They don’t.

“You can still practice tomorrow, it's not that big of a deal, suna.” you say feeling the anger rising in your voice due to all the commotion kita and aran come over “what’s going on let’s get back to practice guys” kita says and then looks at you with your bag in hand “you’re leaving early?” he asked confused, unfortunately not even really kitas fault you end up yelling “yes i’m fucking leaving i’m bleeding and i’m cramping if you two fucking volleyball freak twins and the foxed looking instigator get the fuck outta my way i’m gonna actually crashout and quit” you say as you push your way out the door of the gym “oh shit. we messed up huh." Atsumu and Osamu say “big time” Aran says as he smacks the back of their heads “well…let’s finish practice and figure out how to fix this mess you guys made.” kita says before walking off as if he wasn’t stressed enough—

after getting home and thoroughly resting and eating you might’ve come off a bit too harsh to them boys, because when you yell at them you see them still being your little underclassmen that you’d feed and help with homework basically raising them as your own “my shayla’s” you say crying reminding yourself how adorable they used to be “ugh i’m so mean” you say after you finish your five minute sob session when you get a text from kita to come outside, which you do because you should apologize for what you said back there as you open your you find the twins and suna bowing down with snacks and drinks in hand yelling in unison “please don’t stop being our manager we need you” which made you giggle at the sight of it all “oh stand up you guys i’m not gonna quit i was just frustrated” you say sighing “im sorry though i shouldn’t have yelled” you added on “no we’re sorry we should’ve understood it was really wrong of us” kita said “it’s fine i’m just glad you guys are here i felt really bad” you said “you shouldn’t they deserve it yn” aran said smiling at the thought of you yelling at them for once “anyways we hope you enjoy these snack will see you tomorrow” kita says as he makes everyone get a move on “okay thanks i’ll see you guys tomorrow bye!” you yell waving them off “osamu and suna have your homework’s ready we’re gonna need to go over them tomorrow” you yelled then you see them run off to try to actually get started on that leaving the other three laughing “gosh what are they gonna do when i’m gone.” you say to yourself.

a/n- idk how i feel abt this but i think it’s funny and cute in theory of yn lwk being there school mom

[miitarashi]

Oh- OH?? IS IT A REQUEST ABOUT BUFF WOMANS??? my dear unknow,consider yourself kissed. (Yeah,i'm using a photo cuz i had to delete the first one because i made something wrong but luckily i didn't lost what i writed).

☆Tintin headcanon☆

- Buff woman 🙏🏽

Oh dear,this one is quite interesting not gonna lie.

First he would probably be surprised a bit,just a little.

He gave that quick up and down, took in the information and just kept his polite demeanor as always.

Traveling the world,he probably saw a buff woman or two but one close to him was something interesting in a way.

If you end up getting close to him,he would be more than happy to know you better.

If you talked about your workout routine and the amount of weight you lift,the boy would feel genuinely surprised,joking a bit that what he normally does in one adventure is almost a long workout since he's always running,jumping and or punching someone just to get his story.

And when he said it,now was your time to be surprised,even more because his body looked a bit ""petite"" for someone who does all of that (in a fucking daily basis)

One thing that I know probably happened is,when Tintin introduced you to Haddock,at some point,being an old marine like him, he probably wanted an arm wrestle just to see what would happen. You won,but it was a fair game lol.

Now,the dating part is kinda funny.

Do y'all know that couple dynamic “The amazon x the short guy”?

This. This is your dating life.

If you're taller,of course he wouldn't feel ashamed or anything like that,we all know this man,this perfect one that can do no wrong and does not have a fragile masculinity.

Just don't tease him about being short or trying to carry him like a bag of potatoes and we're good.

Only when not in public tho.

Like,having a buff woman is basically accepting the prince/princess treatment. Being held,hugged from behind and having someone to look up to for comfort??

A bit weird at first,but when he discovers the good things of having a buff girlfriend?

Sign he in.

Being used as a weight,like him laying on your back while you do push ups? A bit cynical at first,but when you easily do it,normally it becomes a thing. Like he is reading something while lying on your back or mumbling about this new mystery,it's kinda funny but he doesn't have a problem with it. (Again,as long it's made at home)

Would even go running with you as a way of spending time together, stopping at some park or little place to stay and just enjoy some quality time before going back home.

The cuddles? Being holded like a fragile thing always gives him the best naps he ever had in his life. Adore when you wrap yourself around him like a blanket.

I don't know why,but I feel like when you guys cuddle with you resting on top, hugging his waist and resting your head on his abdomen with a tank top or any clothes that shows your muscles,he would like,trace the definated line of it??

Like,I'm sure he would do it If you had body marks too.

Other girls hitting on him,he find amusing when you tower over him and kinda of send them off. (If you is far he would walk up and be by your side holding your hand)

He would even take you on adventures too,bonus if you learned some type of martial art. What is this? The perfect woman??

Although,if you're the tough exterior and fragile inside,the princess will be you. No questions asked.

He would find it lovely. The way you could be tough to be face to face with someone taller,but ask him to kill a roach out of fear clinging on his arm for protection.

The ✨cutiest✨

Insecure about wearing dresses? You're a queen in his eyes. Worshiped on the spot.

Need motivation? He's your number one fan,rooting for you and helping you out in any way.

Feeling insecure about him leaving you because of your looks? Didn't i said that this man sees you like a Goddess??

Let's not even get on the thighs part because damm he just want to be crushed-

Beside it! This man fell in love with every little inch of you and love being the prince or making you his Goddess, nothing less than this.

It's a Win-win for both of you basically.

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N/A: hey! I said i wasn't dead. So the thing is,i'll probably settle sunday or monday to post fics and request. Maybe one day a week and in between i post some incorrect quotes that pass cross my mind while i write the big fic that i'll post on my AO3. Like i said i already have some things writed so don't worry,i'm still here and writing requests too. (Making bots too cuz i just made a Tintin bot about that "i could be a better boyfriend than him" best decision i've ever made🙏🏽). So yeah,hope you liked! Thank you for reading😘

[pardi-real]

[AKNK] Butler in Wonderland / Chapter 6 - Storm of Revolution(?)

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Ammon: ".....and, so.

Bastien, as a punishment for your secret snacking… You're gonna 'pat the king on the back' for one month…! What do you think, defendant? If you have any objections, feel free to–"

Bastien: "Okay. I plead guilty. For the next three months... I will pat the king on the back."

Ammon: "Huh? The sentence somehow got increased, though... Well, that's okay. Now that Bastien's trial is over… Next up is Lord (name)'s trial…"

Muu: "No! There is one more person I have to judge! Mr. Boschi! Next one is you, please go to the defendant podium. You have your own crimes to answer for!"

Boschi: "Hey, hey… you're still continuing this? Good grief. It can't be helped, huh. Well, get it done quick."

Boschi took the defendant podium this time, replacing Bastien. Compared to Boschi who looks irritated, Muu, who is sitting in the judge's chair, looks as happy as ever.

Muu: "Mr. Boschi! I'd like to explain your crime... You are always taking over my favorite napping spot!"

Boschi: "Huh? Such things are first come first serve. If you have a problem with that, you come first."

Muu: "Ugh... I thought so, but no matter how early I came... you always sleep there before me! And, you skip work!"

Boschi: "...Resting is part of the job."

Muu: "Ughhh… are you still refusing to admit your crime? Normally, I would have just backed down, but… today, I am the king!  Mr. Boschi will be punished for his crime of dozing off!"

Boschi: "Sigh… Hey Ammon, do something."

Ammon: "Wha? I dunno what you're talking about... I'm in the 'prosecutor's seat', I can't be asked to defend you. Besides... I think Mr. Boschi should fix your dozing habit, too~"

Boschi: "Tch…Can't be helped. Then, people in the 'defender's seat', Mr. Miyaji and Flure. Handle the rest."

Flure: "What! Th, that's right... What should we do? Prof. Miyaji…"

Miyaji: "Hmm… Boschi's crime of dozing off, huh… I'm sorry. There's no way to defend you."

Boschi: "Oh, come on. That couldn't be right..."

Muu: "Looks like the guilty verdict is in!  So, Mr. Boschi will be punished.... You'll have to 'treat me to some delicious meat'!"

Ammon: "I think that's a fair punishment, King ♪"

Boschi: "Sigh… Alright, alright. You got me this time. …Just remember this, you guys."

Muu: "Fufu. On top of getting some pats, I'm going to get some meat as well. Power is amazing!"

> (Sounds like he's having fun...)

Miyaji: "King. Now that the two have been tried... is it time to move on to the next trial?"

Muu: "Oh, that's right. Ms. (Name), please stand on the defendant podium! Err… What was your crime again, Ms. (Name)?"

Ammon: "Getting into the property of the King of Spades without permission."

Muu: "Oh yes, yes, that was it! Well then, Ms. (Name). What is your excuse?"

> "I'm not sure about my 'excuse'…"

Muu: "Hmmm... So nothing in particular… Now, defense side! Do you have any questions for Ms. (Name)?"

Miyaji: "I think there may have been a reason why they entered the premises... We should not make a decision on the sentence without hearing it first."

Flure: "That's right! Let's start by asking why they came here. For what reason did you come to the domain of the King of Spades, Lord (name)?"

> "Looking for the diamond." > "Looking for a way home."

Flure: "Hm, hm I see... You need the diamond in order to return to your original world, right?"

Muu: "I see, I see... I didn't know there was such a circumstance… That's even more inexcusable, to return to your original world without the king's permission…"

> "Eh..."

Muu: "That said... I am a very kind king. I will give you special permission to return to your world! However… with one condition! 'From now on, you must stroke my chin every day.'..."

> "Um…"

Ammon: "Uh… King? Can I have a word? Such a condition wasn't in the script, though…"

Muu: "Yes! Because I just thought of that. If you don't accept this condition... I won't return you to your original world!  Fufufu. The king's orders are absolute ♪"

Boschi: "...Goodness gracious. He's completely blinded by greed."

Ammon: "Power changes people-.... no I mean, it changes cats too…"

Flure: "Um... So, what do we do now? I don't care even if I'm against another butler...., I can't allow him to be so selfish towards the Lord…"

Miyaji: "Hmm... Since ancient times, there has only been one way to stop a king... Revolution, it is."

Bastien: "A coup d'état, indeed."

Ammon: "Imma drag you down the throne ♪"

Muu: "Hu-huh? What's going on…? Why are you all coming towards me? Uwaaah! H-he-help me please~!"

Thus, the King of Spades… who had reached the height of tyranny, was surrounded by the card soldiers… and got mercilessly punished with 'Tickle Torture'.

Muu: "Ahyahya! I'm sorryy~!"

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[ghoulsister1]

Dante & Squishmallows

●"Squishmallows huh? Big soft marshmallow like plushies? Yeah, they're growing quite popular lately!"

●Looks at your small beginner's collection. You explain the reason for it and Dante understands.

●"But you can make your collection a little bigger" Dante will say as you gaze at your 4 small Squishmallows.

●"But Dante they cost money and we need to keep some for the shop and....."

●"Babe, I spend most of my money on pizza and plus, we got Morrison. So I'd say we're doing good so far" Is Dante's reply with a wink and a cheeky grin.

●So yeah, Dante will buy them with the earnings from killing a few demons. It does surprise him when he walks into a store and sees a WHOLE ass variety of them though!

●He's just staring at them like *Arthur Morgan voice* "Oh My God".

●He's scanning through them, trying to find a good one.

●"Fuzz-A-Mallows? Flip-A-Mallows? Hug Mees? Stackables? Is that......What's a Squish-doos? I just need a Squishmallow!" Are Dante's thoughts as he flicks through them.

●"Store will be closing in 5 mins". Dante makes a mental note to not do late night shopping.

●He has enough money for two Squish and enough left over for pizza. So he picks a random Squishmallow out (You can choose which one) and a random Fuzz-A-Mallow (Again you can choose which one he picks).

●Gets home and you practically squeal and leap into his arms as he shows you the Squishmallows. You shower him with kisses and thank him from the bottom of your heart.

●His heart melts when you tell him this is the first Fuzz-A-Mallow you'll have in your collection and Dante feels so proud at that, sticking his chest out like Superman, hands on his sides with a proud grin.

●"Well I just saw a lotta of them there and decided that the Fuzz-A-Mallow would look awesome in your collection!" Said Dante. Then you guys order pizza!

●Dante will totally just nuzzle into your Squishmallows, especially during times when Demons go through their Heat and he just practically snuggles in a nest of your Squishmallows (they have your scent on them) and will be found purring happily even when not in Heat.

●He gifts you Dante The Demon Squishmallow. He was super stoked at finding a Squishmallow with his name. Like he literally let out a little squeal probably at seeing the Squishmallow with his name.

●"Here baby look! A mini Dante! He'll keep watch over you while I'm out hunting Demons!" Dante Says handing you the Squishmallow and you instantly hug the plushie and Dante.

●On nights when Dante hasn't come back from hunting and it's getting you late, you do start to worry. So you pick up Dante The Squishmallow and just hold him throughout the night, falling asleep eventually while you cuddle your Demon Squishmallow.

●Dante will come back, go upstairs and wash up before heading into the bedroom and see you in bed, fast asleep with Dante the Squishmallow in your arms. Dante smiles, walks over and pets the Squishmallow on the head.

●"Thanks for keeping her safe, Dante Jr." Said Dante smiling as he climbed into bed and cuddled up next to you.

●Eventually will get in on the Squishmallows. Goes Squishmallow hunting together with you in stores. You buy him his first Squishmallow just for him, Snorlax! He loves him and will even be found napping with his Squishmallow Pokemon in his favourite office chair or on the couch.

●Buys McDonald's with you so can get the McDonald's exclusive Squishmallows.

●You also find Laura The Cat Squishmallow from the Sleepover Squad who wears a strawberry onesie! And who loves strawberries, mainly strawberry sundaes? Your scruffy Demon Dante!

●You give him Laura. "I saw her and immediately thought of you" You Say. Dante looks at Laura and grins before embracing you in a loving hug.

●"Strawberry onesie!" Dante cheers and you both laugh, Dante cuddling his strawberry wearing kitty cat Squishmallow. Awwww!

●And it gets even better when Dante finds a pizza Squishmallow. Dante practically cheers like his football team just scored the winning goal.

●This scruffy demon boi would happily join you in a nest of Squishmallows, snuggling up with you and holding you close, purring loudly.

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[lets-ignore-that]

Could you provide an I’d for the da fnaf rant please. The text is tiny.

of course!

incoming wall of text btw, this is the first part

NO OFFENSE TO THE FNAF FANDOM BUT YOU GUYS ARE INSUPPORTABLE

AND I CAN'T STAND BEING INVOLVED IN A TOXIC COMMUNITY EV I LOVE FNAF BUT YOU GUYS ARE UNBEARABLE

PLEASE! DON'T FORCE ME TO BELIEVE IN FREAKING AND STUPID THEORIES BECAUSE ONLY STUPID PEOPLE BELIEVE THEM, BALLORA BEING MRS. AFTON DOESN'T MAKE SENSE THAT STAFF BOT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BALLORA SHE MAY HAVE BLUE HAIR BUT HER EYES ARE NOT CLOSED AND THE STAFF BOT'S HAIR IS NOT THE SAME AS BALLORA'S

BALLORA NOT MRS, AFTON, LIKE CASSIDY THE SOUL OF GOLDEN FREDDY IMPRISONED WILLIAM AFTON IN THE UCN AND TORTURED HIM FOR YEARS, THE ANIMATRONIC THAT CASSIDY POSSESSES IN THE CASE OF GOLDEN FREDDY IS PART OF THE SOUL OF CRYING CHILD THE BOY WHO IS THE PROTAGONIST OF FNAF 4 AND THE SON OF AFTONS AND BECAUSE OF THAT HE HAS MEMORIES AND RECOLLECTIONS THAT LATER WENT TO THE GLITCH TRAP AND THEN WENT TO VANNY'S MIND WHO LIED TO THE THERAPIST THAT HIS FATHER WAS BAD AND DIVORCED HIS MOTHER AND FROM THIS WE CAN IMAGINE THAT WILLIAM'S RELATIONSHIP WITH MRS. AFTON WAS NOT GOOD, AFTER ALL SHE WAS ASKING FOR A DIVORCE AND AS WILLIAM WAS ALREADY A PERSON

HORRIBLE EVEN WITH HIS FAMILY, NOW UNDERSTAND WHO ALWAYS TOOK CARE OF THE CHILDREN WAS WILLIAM RIO AFTON ALONE!

YOU RUINED MCU LOVE LOR ENAF WHEN I WAS DISAPPOINTED TO MY ART COURSE CLOSED IN 2024 ON THE OVIFO DAY THERE WAS A THING ABOUT BALLORA ANTONI WHEN I WAS HOSPITALIZED FOR A STOMACH I VOMITED ON THE NEXT DAY A THING ABOUT PALLORA AFTON, IT WILL ANGRY ME ALREADY YOU FNAF FANS YOU FEEL SORRY FOR ME SHUT UP ABOUT THIS THEORY AND YOU ARE KILLING FNAF I HOPE SCOTT HEARS THIS! Ev I did it FROM MEV JLITO SO YOU FANBOYS THE WHOLE FANDOM, SCOTT, МАТРAT EVEN STELL WOLF EXPLODE YOURSELVES DIE AND GO TO HELL YOU ARE MACHISTS, TOXIC AND UNBEARABLE I WORSE DISGUSTING LIKE FOL SONARO DONOLD TRUMP BOLSONAROF I FUCK YOU THINK HITLER EV I'M NOT FROM FNAF FNAF EV I LIKE FNAF BUT YOU TREAT FNAF AS IF YOU WERE THE OWNERS NOT SCOTT AS IF ONLY YOU WERE RIGHT WITH BAD TLORIANS AND BIZARRE SHIPPS DO YOU WANT A WORK WITHOUT THE FA TO DO IT THE SLU WAY!? AND BEFORE YOU CRITICIZE ME THAT I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT FNAF, KNOW THAT I'VE ALREADY SEEN VIDEOS OF THE HISTORY OF FNAF, I MEMORIZED THE BOOKS AND THE GAMES, AND THE BEST DUMB A BUNCH OF IDIOTS ARE YOU, THE ENTIRE FNAF TANDOM, SCOTT AND MATPAT, WHO ARE LAZY AND UNCONSCIOUS THEORISTS LIKE YOUR WHOLE FAMILY! YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK YOURSELVES BECAUSE YOU ARE VERY SAD! I HEARD YOU ARE VERY TOXIC

AND WHOEVER SAYS THAT I SPEAK LITTLE, KNOW THAT I HAVE SPOKEN A LOT TO YOUR FACE!

C GIME FUPRA YOU ARE A BUNCH OF STUPID CHILDREN WHO HAVE NEVER STUDIED IN A VERVATE SCHOOL IN MPO. FON HAS IMPORTANCE IN THE STORY PLENAP 56 WILLIAM HIS THREE SONS ELO HERNY + IN THE BOOKS F IN THE FNAF GAMES

THE LACK OF MES ALTON SCREAMING THERE IS NO NAME, NOT EVEN A PAAPENGA A MINIGAME OF HER DEATH AND A THING THAT DM EXAGGERATES THAT SEVERAL FANS Pom HER NAME AS AFLON SINDOO PISENHO HO SISTER LOCATION ITAZI

SO VMI PARALLEL NAP MEANS THAT HER NAME IS DIRECTLY CLEAR BECAUSE THE VAMPIRE IS CALLED VIAD THEN WILLIAM WILL BE CALLED VIAR AFTON NOW NÄR IF WILLIAM IS NOT CALLED VLAD THE MPS. AFTON'S NAME IS NOT CLARA AND

IF BALLORA HAD A WIFE SHE SHOULD HAVE IMPORTANCE IN THE STORY AND SHE HAS NO RELEVANCE OR IMPORTANCE SO WHY IS THE WIFE OF THE MAN BEHIND THE BAD THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF EVERYTHING DOING NOTHING BECAUSE

SHE HAS HER EYES CLOSED NAD SHE, JUST LIKE PUPPET WOULD DO SOMETHING AGAINST WILLIAM MORE SEVERAL BEHAVIORS OF BALLORA HERSELF IN FNAF SL AND IN THE UCN CAN BE EXPLAINED IF YOU TAKE INTO ACCOUNT THAT THE

OTHER FUNTIMES EXCEPT FOR BABY (ELIZABETH) DO NOT LIKE WILLIAM BECAUSE SHE WOULD GIVE HIM SHOCK CONTROLS AND IT IS MADE CLEAR BY HENAY THAT MOLTEN FRIDDY ONLY HAS REMNANTS, NOT A SOUL (tilibra) FROM

SOMEONE INSIDE AND THE CANDY CADET

DO WHAT YOU WANT & ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO TRY TO DISMISS FNAF THEORIES HARSHLY CRITICIZED OV IF YOU DARE TO SAY THAT YOU HATE FNAF FNAF DON'T NAF AND SAY IT'S A GOOD GAME AND THAT IT HAS A VERY BAD STORY AND THAT

THERE ARE BETTER HORROR GAMES THAN FNAF THEN YOU WILL BE CRITICIZED BY TOXIC HATERS. AND UNBEARABLE AND FANS HAVE FREEDOM FOR EVERYTHING THEY LOVE WITH THE ABUSE OF MANY FANSERVICES IS SOMETHING VERY

MUCH FOR US AND FOR FICTIONAL THINGS LIKE, ANIMATIONS, MOVIES AND GAMES AND FNAF TRY TO ABUSE THESE FAN SERVICES THAT INVOLVE THEORIES CHARACTERS BY FANS AND SEVERAL FANS ARE LIKE THIS DV YOU DID, EVERYTHING

THE FANS WANTED OR YOU RECEIVED SEVERAL DEATH THREATS BECAUSE MOST OF THE FNAF COMMUNITY WAS COMPOSED OF CHILDREN AND TEENAGERS AND JUST AS PARENTS SAY "SPOILED CHILDREN WHEN THEY ARE BORN ARE A BUNCH

OF IDIOTS" I HAVE TO SAY ONE THING WHO HAS IT'S SCOTT'S FAULT FOR GIVING FNAF FANS FREEDOM TO DO WHATEVER THEY WANT. IF ZV WAS THE CREATOR OF FNAF, EV WOULD BE DRIGINAL AND WOULDN'T GIVE FREEDOM TO FANS, AND

MORE FNAF FANS GO FUCK YOURSELVES EV I HATE THE BALLORA AFTON THEORY, BALLORA IS NOT LADY AFTON! MAT PAT IS 100% WRONG ABOUT THIS THEORY AND YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED FOR APPROVING THIS THEORY AND ALSO FOR MAKING BALLORA AND SPRINGTRAP A COUPLE, KNOW THAT YOU

C GIME FUPRA YOU ARE A BUNCH OF STUPID CHILDREN WHO HAVE NEVER STUDIED IN A VERVATE SCHOOL

IN MPO. FON HAS IMPORTANCE IN THE STORY PLENAP 56 WILLIAM HIS THREE SONS ELO HERNY + IN THE BOOKS F IN THE FNAF GAMES

THE LACK OF MES ALTON SCREAMING THERE IS NO NAME, NOT EVEN A PAAPENGA A MINIGAME OF HER DEATH AND A THING THAT DM EXAGGERATES THAT SEVERAL FANS Pom HER NAME AS AFLON SINDOO PISENHO HO SISTER LOCATION ITAZI SO VMI PARALLEL NAP MEANS THAT HER NAME IS DIRECTLY CLEAR BECAUSE THE VAMPIRE IS CALLED VIAD THEN WILLIAM WILL BE CALLED VIAR AFTON NOW NÄR IF WILLIAM IS NOT CALLED VLAD THE MPS. AFTON'S NAME IS NOT CLARA AND IF BALLORA HAD A WIFE SHE SHOULD HAVE IMPORTANCE IN THE STORY AND SHE HAS NO RELEVANCE OR IMPORTANCE SO WHY IS THE WIFE OF THE MAN BEHIND THE BAD THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF EVERYTHING DOING NOTHING BECAUSE

SHE HAS HER EYES CLOSED NAD SHE, JUST LIKE PUPPET WOULD DO SOMETHING AGAINST WILLIAM MORE SEVERAL BEHAVIORS OF BALLORA HERSELF IN FNAF SL AND IN THE UCN CAN BE EXPLAINED IF YOU TAKE INTO ACCOUNT THAT THE

OTHER FUNTIMES EXCEPT FOR BABY (ELIZABETH) DO NOT LIKE WILLIAM BECAUSE SHE WOULD GIVE HIM SHOCK CONTROLS AND IT IS MADE CLEAR BY HENAY THAT MOLTEN FRIDDY ONLY HAS REMNANTS, NOT A SOUL (tilibra) FROM

SOMEONE INSIDE AND THE CANDY CADET

CD YOU FNAF FANS ARE. SO TOXIC AND SICK IN RELATION TO FANARTS, SHIPPS, ANIMATION AND POSTS THAT YOU MUST KEEP VERY CHILD PORNOGRAPHIC THINGS SO YOU SEXISTS ACCEPT WHAT I SAID AND IMAGINE SCOTT AND THE

DEVELOPERS WHO MUST BE THE SICK FACE OF YOU YOU CLUELESS TOXIC BEASTS!" SO GROW UP!

this is the second part

Well let's start with what this theory is, so this theory says that the soul of William Afton/Purple Guy/Springtrap's Wife is in Ballora and that was because of a song that his voice actor sang and that is in the Five Nights game files at Freddy Sister Location saying as if he had lost a child

and in FNaF 4 the Crying Child "But it's wrong, it's not a tomb, it's music" and this song wasn't Scott who planned it, it was Ballora's voice actress who made it and why does a soap opera that makes a parallel with the Afton family and the character Clara makes a parallel

with William's wife (One thing that I think is an exaggeration and I don't like is that they already call William's wife "Clara Afton" and she is just making a representation of William's wife and a parallel and not saying that she is directly William's wife because the Vampire's name is called Vlad so William Afton is called Vlad now?? Clara) and then the YOUTUBE Channel called Game Theories made this theory and then many fans started supporting this theory, and then after years we had Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach, and in a room we have several Staff Bots making reference to the Afton Family and one of them is a woman with blue hair and so, many people automatically started to believe in this theory more, but if you believe in this theory you didn't delve into other Five Nights at Freddy's. media like books and the Log Books, because it contradicts all of Vanessa's statements influenced by Glitchtrap with to the Crying Child and all this happened maybe before William killed Charlotte, Henry's daughter, Emily, her

her therapist who talks about her family, Vanessa comments about her father being a bad person and her mother having died "And something like Glitchtrap messed with Vanessa's life, he implanted memories of everything about William Afton and his family and just like Golden Freddy, he imprisoned William's soul, torturing him for years, he still has part of Crying Child's soul and because of that she had these memories and made a replica of the Afton Family and From this we can see that William's relationship with his wife was not very good, because after all she was asking for a divorce because William is already a horrible person even with his own family so we understand the reasons, And the one who always took care of the

children was William himself, and maybe they fought a lot, wife couldn't take it and killed herself, so where does Ballora come from being William Afton's wife, like what's the point if she's already dead? Why is William going to put her body inside Ballora? Because one thing that times saying that the Son wasn't his (This is the parallel to the cartoon Sister Location) and as Micheal is the oldest they fought many times. they were already a problematic couple and just as he had already killed Charllote's children in the 80s, he had already created a lot of sister location stuff, the woman leaves but wants custody of the children, but William invents a story proving that she is crazy and burning in her own children's heads (and it was because of the divorce that Micheal became a terrible brother

friend who became the Puppet and the bite in 83 where her son died) so she loses custody of her children and kills herself, because in the minigame of the pizzeria simulator FNaF 6, the one who always took care of the children was William, in the Midnight Minigame, the driver who took care of the children was William Afton with the children, his wife already filed for divorce, that is, William got custody of the children and

fans don't understand is that William Afton hates him and did several things and they fought in court, William always wanted his project which is to have eternal life

hid the bodies of his victims so he wouldn't get caught, and besides, in the books he used animatronics to do research, so what William is going to put on Ballora doesn't make sense, and others will say he wanted his wife to be perfect, seriously, he wants to marry a

robot who is also a dancer! William used animatronics to research and study the remains of the souls of the 5 children he killed in 1985, and he was a remnant or a child in Ballora along with the animatronics from Sister's location! In other words, he automatically put a child inside Ballora, and another in the FNaF books William never cared about his family or his children, Micheal, he denied being her father and on top of that he slapped Elizabeth in the face! Then

why would he want to bring his wife back to life if he doesn't care about her and on top of that she hates him and did several things and they fought in court, William was always passionate about his project which is to have eternal life so what William will say that Ballora doesn't make sense, and others will say that he wanted his wife to be perfect, seriously he wants to marry a robot who is also a ballerina! William used animatronics to research and study the remains of the souls of the 5 children he killed in 1985 which were Gabriel, Susie, Jeremy, Fritz and Cassidy! and he was a remnant or a child on Ballora along with the animatronics from Sister's location! In other words, he automatically put a child inside Ballora already, and another in the FNaF books William never cared about his

family or his children, Micheal, he denied being her father and on top of that he slapped Elizabeth in the face! So why would he want to bring his wife back to life if he doesn't care about her and what's more she him and did several things and they fought in court, William was always passionate about his project which is to have eternal life so what William is going to put on Ballora doesn't make sense, and others will say that he wanted his wife to be perfect, seriously he

hates He wants to marry a robot who is also a ballerina! William used animatronics to research and study the remains of the souls of the 5 children he killed in 1985 and he consequently placed a patch on Ballora along with the SL animatronics! and in the FNaF books

William never cared about his family or his children, Micheal, he denied being her father and on top of that he slapped Elizabeth in the face! So why would he want to bring his wife back to life if he doesn't care about her and what's more she

1- I don't believe in this theory because the lack of Mrs Afton in the game is glaring, not a name for her, an appearance, or minigame of death, since the events until FNAF 6, we have discovered a possible ending for this character now, and which only reveals this one ending.

2- If you stop to think about it, there isn't currently a Mrs Afton, since since the Frazbear frights a possible divorce between the two has already been made clear, which is confirmed in SB.

3- Her irrelevance in the story, whether she is Ballora or not, is still not of any importance in the story, Ballora herself has no relevance. The two have been with God since FNAF 6.

4- Ballora's eyes do not show signs of possession, Ballora's eyes are pink, and after Elizabeth possesses baby her blue eyes turn green, and throughout Fnaf SL, in parallel with the soap opera that Mike watches and it is made clear that Elizabeth took after his mother, Mrs Afton has green eyes, but Ballora has pink eyes. in UCN they

5- Many of Ballora's behavior in fnaf SL and

can be explained if you take into consideration that she, like the other funtimes, don't like Afton, he gave controlled shock controls.

6- Molten Freddy, he is made clear to have remnants, not souls, at the end of the game Henry doesn't even mention there being anyone inside.

7- That Egg Ester from Staff Bott (Nanny) is similar to Ballora, for me it is precisely fanservice in relation to this theory.

8- And another proof is that if Baby recognized Micheal as her brother and Scraptrap as her father, then why didn't she recognize Ballora or Molten Freddy as her mother or how did Ballora not recognize Baby and Micheal as her children and Scraptrap as her husband and in the

process she wouldn't let Funtime Freddy or Funtime Foxy expel Baby from Ennard, she would stop it at any cost because after all, is it a mother's love?

10- If William's supposed wife hasn't done anything until now, she doesn't even notice any of this, because until now she hasn't shown herself to be important to the story, she must just be blind/with her eyes closed (a metaphor) Even when I saw that room where the Afton Family is gathered and everyone thought that the 'girl, at the end of the table was Ballora, I thought: doesn't it look like she doesn't have her eyes

closed... I don't think Scott would put a wife for William now in the story, because it doesn't matter, a mother for the three brothers nor a wife for the villain, there was never that importance, because the only characters that matter are Henry Emily, William Afton and

your children, whether there is a wife, uncle, grandfather, cousin, it doesn't matter now. Neither William nor Henry had images of wives or anyone else in the family that mattered much to the story. This story about Afton's ex-wife also explains a little about why Michael is an asshole, the crying boy's anxiety and why Elizabeth is so attached to William. They tragically lost their mother when they were young and had to stay with a bad father.

and the biggest proof of this theory is to keep shipping her with Springtrap (That's why I hate the FNaF community) These are my words and I've seen videos on YouTube, I've seen books, novels and even the help wanted and air archives.

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros": Spared no Expense

*Ares has invited Apollo, Artemis and Dionysus to Themiscyra*

Ares: Well I hope you guys like it, dad's been complaining about me not being "productive" enough for a god so I've decided to show you what I have been working on for a few weeks now. Spared no Expense.

Apollo: Well that is fine and all but I must ask why us?

Ares: Well why ask Athena to do the work of three already competent and much more trustworthy gods am I right?

Artemis: This place is huge seriously what have you been doing this whole time? Also the fuck do you mean "spared no expense" we're gods, money is completely beneath us.

Dionysus: Duuuuuude hope you set up some farms around here this place has got some nice greens.

Apollo: Um Dionysus, I'm wondering mostly because that outfit of yours suits you but why are you wearing a black button up? And where did you get those sunglasses?

Dionysus: *dressed up like Ian Malcolm* No reason why?

Ares: *literally dressed up like John Hammond* Yeah Apollo seriously I thought you were about that whole "clothes can mean whatever you want them to mean" stuff.

Apollo: *a little huffed at that remark* well then.

Ares: Ah we're here. *Stops his chariot*

Apollo: *turns and looks in awe at the distance with the over dramatic yet relatable disbelief of someone who has seen a fucking dinosaur*

Artemis: *had picked up a huge pinecone earlier* Ares, this species of pinecone shouldn't be here, this hasn't been around since th-*Apollo gently turns her head and is in equal disbelief*

*literally sees an entire civilization of purely just women*

Apollo: ....that's....that's all women ....this is literally more women I could have ever imagined seeing in one place

Artemis: Holy shit this looks actually cool

Dionysus: *who's been in on this fucking project the whole* He did it, that crazy son of a bitch did it. *Thunder rolling in the distance because he accidentally called Hera a bitch*...oh boi.

Ares: hehehe, welcome to Themiscyra.

*Jurassic Park theme*

Apollo:..Ares how did you even achieve this also why are there no men around?

Artemis: and why is that something you want to know?

Apollo: because to sustain such a population even you had officially kidnapped thousands of women or that has to be some sort of source of procreation.

Ares: Heheh, I did it all by myself, I told I spared no expense.

Apollo: oh my chaos you asexually reproduced these women?

Ares: What the fuck NO you glittery nerd. Remember I had that falling out with Aph a few months back?

Apollo: yes.

Ares: Well, I sat on the beach, trying to make myself feel better and after I was done I was really chafed so I took a nap. After like 2 weeks I woke up and I saw a bunch a little mounds all over the beach and I heard a baby crying, I dug were the sound was coming from and someone had buried alive infant on the beach. However I put two and two together and well....I'm dad of like roughly 39768 Amazonians. *Gives that smile one would give when they don't know they have done something impossible*

Apollo:...you...masterbated on the beach....than....this?

Ares:...yeah kind of. Oh by the way be careful with some of them because I haven't taught every single one of them to be social enough to not immediate kill anyone who isn't me in this place so stick with me ok?

Artemis: well sounds like my kind of people.

Apollo:.....you.... ejaculated....all over a beach...and..

Ares: Look I spared no expense that's all I can tell you. The advanced and "organized society" thing they did that all by themselves and I'm very proud.

Apollo:...for gods sake man

Dionysus: fuck yeeeaaaah bruh. *Hi fives Ares*.

Apollo: well....at least things can't get any worse*

*everything went worse after the Amazonians saw Apollo and Dionysus and everything went to slightly shit*

Bouns Scene:

Dionysus: *after some how breaking his leg, he lays down with his bare chest out seductively* We need to call for dad maybe he can help.

Ares: No I can't let him know about this he's gonna lose his shit.

Apollo: OH YOU THINK?!?

Ares: Look NO ONE told your sociopathic twin to hostility takeover after the girls accepted her into the city as a leader. I am going to give a serious talking to.

[tsuki-sennin]

Tsuki plays NichiAsa catchup! Part Two! Three whole-ass episodes of PreCure! I'm uh... gonna have to truncate a few things, but that's okay! The important thing here is I'm getting myself back up to speed. And it might be extra long anyways, who knows~!

Tsubasa and Ageha get their finisher, and like... two episodes worth of soul-searching. That's the impression I'm getting.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Holy shit, that's so much breakfast

-Ageha, what the fuck, how can we afford to eat like that-

-You don't know what Tsubasa eats! He could need specific kinds of fruit like a waxwing, grain like a sparrow, snakes like a secretary bird! Hell, he could be a cannibal for all you know!

-Oh

-Well, that's two out of four, at least.

-Off to school with ye, girls not focused on this episode.

-I see Elle does not fear the vacuum.

-Running into the man's room right in front of him, you are so cruel Ageha-neesan.

-Pimped out crib.

-Oni Pants

-Borb Form

-What the fuck, that was like two seconds how-

-Come now Ageha, a bird's gotta bathe in a body of water!

-Tsubasa looks like someone put him in the drier on a towel setting.

-"Decompress, Tsubasa! I need to see the feathering!"

-S-Rank Victory Babysat.

-Sora's very happy to smell like Premium Bandai prices.

-Pretty Holic~!

-The boy sleps

-Staying up late into the night with your latest masterpiece...

-I can't believe she transformed once and then died the next episode. This is some Takahashi shit right there.

-"Don't Hehe! me, woman!"

-Tsubasa-mandated nap.

-"Well okay~! Time for you to go through the wringer~!"

-Well yeah Battamonda, they do tend to come in groups.

-In fairness, this idea is sound in theory.

-"It's time for you to paint~!"

-Tsubasa takes his craft seriously.

-Fittingly enough I relate Ageha a lot more to Tsubasa's dad.

-Ne! Ne?

-Tulip~!

-I suppose it's only fitting that a babby contributes to the artistic achievement of the babysitter's club.

-Hirogaru Yuki!

-Hirogaru Wanderful~!

-...Battamonda was weirdly fast there.

-"No littering! >:("

-Man Shield Cures are cool.

-"Wow Sora, I can't believe we had a fun adventure you can't prove didn't happen off screen~!"

-"It was wild, Mashiro~! Wait until Tsubasa hears about th- BIRD!"

-Battamonda hates babies.

-"NEEEEEE"

-You tell him, Princess!

-Ooooh

-Very nice colors.

-Updraft Shining!

-OHHHH PAINT PALLET THAT'S SO CUTE

-Red!

-White!

-"BUTTERFLY WHAT THE HECK-"

-The sounds are fun

-A whole-ass Phoenix.

-BORB GROUND POUND

-"Mirror Pad! ...I guess!"

-"HAX! I CALL HAX!"

-Age!

-HAPPY

-Good morning, Miyuki.

-Butterfly being part of the ending finally feels correct.

-Mashiron focus, let's goooo

-20 episodes! ...well, 21, but I'm getting there!

-Tea time.

-"Finally, some quiet."

-Horsegirl Yoyo

-No time for any of that, Cinderella time!

-Oh fuck Momotaro again.

-Fairy tale books, books, books, and books!

-...perhaps Miyuki should've waited a little, I think we're a little close to Marchenland.

-Shopping~!

-"Didn't I just scold you last episode about working yourself too hard?"

-"Whatever, Mom~!"

-NATSUMI-

-Sorry.

-That name's a bit of a fight or flight for me now

-Wait, Natsumi... Pretty Holic... oh, that's a Tropical Rouge reference

-Cute

-Mashi-ron Privileges

-MERMAIDS

-THIS IS TROPICAL ROUGE

-Time to write a story~!

-Lots and lots of

-...MOVED BY BREAD

-Sora, you are truly someone special.

-Elle wishes to become sand. She cares not for how coarse, rough, and irritating it may be.

-...I deadass thought that farshot of Sora was her making a lenny face.

-Oh okay, and this one of Mashiro gives me big Osaka energy.

-"Too big, too Momotaro!"

-"My artistic genius has left me and took the kids."

-"It's okay Mashiro! You're still based, you're still cool!"

-Uh oh, here comes trouble.

-Sharingan is Caringan.

-I mean it seems like this little guy doesn't mind her not handing over the keys to her kingdom too much.

-Well, that went nowhere~!

-Urashima Taro!

-"INSPIRATION STRIKES!"

-Go Mashiron, shuffle rapidly home!

-Finally hitting your stride is the most satisfying thing ever.

-Tea Time

-You know what you must do, Sora.

-"...Okay!"

-Appreciation Jumpscare

-Victory!

-Battamonda, once more!

-"Whoa, you might get hit by a truck and all your disgusting guts might get on your manuscript~!"

-Full Team Transformation!

-...at least, until the next one shows up.

-"Disrespecting the sancity of a traffic light!? Unforgivable!"

-T

-Toki wo tomare?

-"Fuck the fight! Prism's dream is our dream too!"

-...Oh my God, it pauses Battamonda too.

-Orange!

-Shield Mode!

-Oooooooh!

-Mashi-run!

-Big Borb

-"Well, whatever, I still won because I wasted your time, haha, ratio!"

-Lots of really cute faces this episode.

-Holy hell, Natsumi.

-Gentle world...

-May I see the gentle world?

-Aw that's nice

-The entire zoo became friends

-No victory in anything but a valuable experience

-MELODYYYYYYY

-Hibiki what the fuck,

-Vegetables

-Vegetables

-Last episode for today, let's gooooo

-He cleaned the windows and swept the floor and polished up the handle on the big front door~!

-Well you might very well not be Cure Wing forever, son.

-Yeah, growing up sucks hard, lad.

-HE SQUEAKS

-Tea time, once more!

-I think it's okay if you don't have a dream yet. I lived that way for a long time.

-Outing time?

-Vegetables....

-Imagine being a bird and making a bird.

-...wait, what the fuck am I talking about, we make statues all the time.

-Tomat... Corn...

-Peper...

-Compost!

-Ah the Wikipedia rabbit hole.

-Connect and expand!

-Luncc Time

-Raw Vege...

-Dip...

-DEPP SOSS

-Sora, do they not have sauce up there.

-Raiiiiiiiin!

-"The boy's a weathercock!"

-Battamonda's having a Battaponder.

-Man, eating under a gazebo in the rain...

-Peppers are too much for Ageha-san.

-"I don't have granny wisdom! I just learned a lot about weather during my- Oh!"

-Genuinely good message for a kids' show to have.

-Has he been posing there in the rain the whole time

-The Bird! The Bird!! You've officially gone too far this time, Battamonda!

-"Wing's bird... he's too fast!"

-"Oh golly, Sky, I worked real hard on it~"

-White! Blue!

-Freeze Magic

-Damn, this thing's cool.

-Ascending current!

-Shoot the sky!

-Hail~!

-...speaking of which, I'm so mad Hail was nerfed in Scarlet and Violet into "snowstorm", that's some weak-ass shit right there.

-Battamonda has resorted to a rampage.

-Beyond the clouds! Tsubasa Yuunagi takes flight!

-Pretty Cure! Titanic Rainbow! Rule of Three!

-"Next time is serious... you get it?"

-Mirror Pad! Help us out!

-Curry time...

-Blossoooooom!

-Good job, Tsubomi.

-Not a lot of cameos left.

-Alright, what's up for us next?

-Oh! Shalala!

-...Ohhhhh, Battamonda's planning something bad.

-Whew... now I'm all caught up! Yippee! Hot time!

-Alright, I'm gonna go eat lunch. All them vegetables made me hungry. Huttah!

[moontheoretist]

"And it is with that I highly recommend we begin shifting our focus to addressing the inevitable: extraterrestrial life. You have before you a copy of a statement made by Thor Odinson regarding the existence of, to be blunt, a shit-ton of planets and beings far beyond our little patch of space." The UN delegates didn't even blink at the language, now used to Tony's way of speaking. "I realize this is far easier said than done and there is a lot of history and bad blood to account for; however, we have got to get ourselves together and we need to do it soon. The next encounter may not end so well." A picture of the symbiote dragon was now projected in high-definition for all to see. "So you do believe there are more to come?" Asked the Nigerian delegate. "Yes, ma'am. I'm not saying all close encounters will necessarily be hostile—honestly, we should craft our policy with an eye towards non-aggression and open trade. But in this case? We were damn lucky this eldritch abomination was weakened from a previous battle and a 1000 year nap. It would be in our best interest not to wait around and hope that my team can handle the next one with zero casualties. We're amazing, but we're also a small group and there are billions of people on this planet. The time is now. The public is now aware that magic exists—that the supernatural exists—that there are extraordinary individuals among them. At this point aliens won't even be much of a stretch and shouldn't cause mass panic. But we must be smart about it." "You sound as if you have a plan?" India's delegate said. "I always have multiple plans and a love of talking. Please direct your attention to page 56. We have three large issues to tackle: adapting the UN's scope and function in addressing supernatural and extraterrestrial issues, updating our existing infrastructure to support evacuation and emergency measures planet-wide, and finally, a means of increasing access to information and resources for all peoples. If that means that certain States provide reparations for certain past activities then you'll just have to deal with that discomfort-" "Dr. Stark, you are not suggesting we resort to socialism-!" Tony sighed and pointedly clicked back to the slide showing Big Mother in all her glory. "Okay, look, this beast from Deep Space was two steps away from infecting the entire planet and sucking our brains out through our ears. Do you think she gave a flying fuck about our economic systems while tearing through the countryside? We are only as strong as the weakest among us and there are billions of human beings suffering from food insecurity and a whole host of issues—not through their own doing, mind you. What do you think will happen if hostiles gain a foothold in one of those regions? If our continued survival as a species ultimately comes down to a redistribution of wealth and workers controlling the means of production then you'll just have to get over yourselves. I, myself, prefer living. But, hey. Whenever E.T. decides that humanity is better off eradicated, I'm sure your family will be thrilled that you fought for the continued existence of an intangible stock portfolio." The American (and several other) delegates glared at him while a few had to discreetly duck their heads or take a sip from their glasses of water. "What we've been doing won't work, Ladies and Gentlemen. The average human being is comparatively short-lived, easily killed, and our technology? It is laughable. And this is coming from me. This thing flew around the cosmos with nothing but the wings on its back for eons; meanwhile, on the same scale we've barely figured out indoor plumbing. You guys wanted my honest assessment so I'm giving it—as we are right now? We are fucked. Some of our honored States have a vested interest in the status quo. I get that; to be honest I'm certain you know better than I what system will work best for your particular communities. I'm talking about the *global scale*. On that level the mess we've got is not going to fly any longer. If the next threat came tomorrow with a dedicated force our current distribution of resources prevents a timely and effective response. Our only saving grace right now is Asgard. Thor Odinson has reported that the King has a duty to see to the protection of the Nine Realms, of which we do fall into. But he's also admitted Asgard hasn't bothered with our little ball of mud in a millennium. If you want to put all your eggs in that basket I cannot stop you. But I'm not going to help you keep your head in the sand and I'm certainly not going to put my family's safety on something so fickle. You have families of your own—are you really going to risk their lives on a race of beings who have little to no regard for us? Are you?" Tony pointedly looked around the chamber. When he was satisfied, he clicked back to his previous place. "I've never been the type to roll over and give up easy so, again, these are my recommendations. You asked. Take them or leave them, but I really suggest you take them."

Have Time — Will Travel by flower-of-el (NibelungVelocity)

I seriously wish I could show anybody who screams "aack socialism! take that away" a huge cosmic dragon to scare them into shutting up.