#cuz it's late and I gotta get up early tomorrow

[calamitaswrath]

Cal Lucia plays Fire Emblem Path of Radiance: Chapter 21

I haven't really commented on it yet, but I just love the CG illustrations in this game. Those looks just amazing, and this current one of Daien castle in particular. I wonder if there are any higher resolution versions of these online?

Ah, Ena is supposed to be female? Either way, that's gender right there, I have to say.

Ohhh, we're getting into Ashnard's motivation for the entire war and the actual politics of the whole thing! That's actually super interesting stuff there, I have to say.

You know, for a random chapter boss, that's a great amount of characterization for this guy who's gonna be fighting alongside Ena.

Soren being a bit of a bitch again, but he is speaking truth about the realities of war to Elincia. I can only reiterate, I can tell why he's divisive in the fandom, but so far I still think he's interesting. Especially since I still don't know what his deal is exactly.

Base conversation with a refugee. . . for something that started with a gag about Ike getting mistaken for a bodyguard, this one got heavy. More talking about how Jill's father was a good man, and the people of Daien developing a hatred for Crimea.

Only other base conversation is about Ike and Mist talking about the loss of the medallion, and how it affects her. Hah, guess I got it at least somewhat right when I wrote that oneshot fic in that the thing means a lot to Mist. And Nasir having a bad conscious! Guess it won't be long now before I find out what his deal is.

Decided to go for Reyson and Tanith's C support. Not much there in terms of content, but it's interesting enough, I suppose.

Big map with many treasure chests and doors. Reyson and Sothe are gonna be spending a lot of time together here.

So it was smooth sailing for most of the map. . . up until I got to the very end, where that enemy mage put Ike to sleep. Just as Tauroneo was getting aggroed. That took me a few more turns to navigate around, but at least I managed to resolve it and recruit Tauroneo.

Speaking of whom, decently interesting character! I suppose he probably won't have support conversations with Ike or Mist, but I hope that there will be at least some base conversations to be had with him.

. . .And I really should have figured that there'd be a catch with Ena not having a ranged attack. This gender af girl has a ridicilous amount of HP - and none of my characters have any weaponry on them that deals bonus damage against Laguz. In the end, I got her down to an HP range where she uses her elixir all three times, with the last one being especially clutch because if she had not done that, then she'd have killed Nephenee and forced me to reset the map. In the end, I got Ike to land the finishing blow with the Brave Sword I got on this map and with him activating Aether.

There's the payoff for Nasir being the spy! Or at least a bit of it. There's bound to be more. But if I'm reading this right, then the person that Ena is siding with Ashnard for isn't Nasir, so. . . who else? I half remember Ashnard having a wyvern that's a permanently transformed Laguz or something, so maybe it's that? Rajajon I think his name was.

Speaking of Ashnard - Fire Emblem namedropped, roll credits! More interestingly though, talk of the Black Knight abducting Leanne and Petrine having to put in some work for her failures. With Nasir telling Ike that they should head to a temple, that's three plot points introduced now. I wonder if they're all gonna resolved be in the same chapter?

[orangez3st]

Mango On Your Lips

Marshal Commander Cody × GN!Reader 

Season: Summer - Clone × Reader Prompt-a-thon ✧ @cloneficgiftexchange

Prompt: Sneaking out to get ice cream at 2 AM Summary: Do exiting game night with the boys early and getting teased for it worth accompanying you to get late night snacks? Yes, Cody thinks it's worth it. Tags: modern au, roommate au, reader is a little silly, codyyyyy, comfort, fluff, late nite Korean convenience store run just to get those damn good munchies, command batch n frens cameo, no use of y/n Word Count: 2.2k A/N: *me looking at prompt after finishing up* *sigh* Okay I forgot sneaking out means sneaking out. My bad! But I hope this still counts. Dunno why there's a running theme with Cody and ‘why are you still awake’ in my writings, but all in all, the marshcom cares about you 🧡🥭 Enjoy this one! Expect more x readers for the coming couple of weeks 💞

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“Codyyyyy…”

Cody grunts, barely looking up at you as he's fixated on yet another late FPS match. Wolffe and Fox couldn't sleep either. Summer is sweltering and tomorrow's Saturday. Both men, a fire rescue and a SWAT officer respectively, share Cody's social anthropology master's degree boring ass in the misery.

You push your head further into his gaming room. Or more like, his bedroom. You both share an apartment in this part of town, after all. “Wanna get ice cream?”

You wait. Whatever confrontation shown on his double PC screen seems too intense for him to actually get an answer out to you. In the end, you just trudge your way in and sit on his bed, leaning against your knee with your chin on your hand, silently watching his endeavor.

Not long after the final score and battle stat flashes on his screens, and you can't hold your smile too as Cody leans back into his seat, grinning, his shoulders relaxing. “Nice job boys, gotta go. I'll be on Biscord,” he says into the mic of his headphone, shutting off the program and the ‘puter altogether before spinning his chair to you dramatically. He stills, his face frowns as if judging you. “It's heckin’ two in the morning, Peanut.”

“Yeah, but I really wanna go down to that 24-hour convenience store and get one of those tuna mayo onigiri too,” you huff. Cody watches your lips split into a bright smile, and your tone suddenly sounding excited. “You wanna? If you don't I'll go by myself anyway.”

Oh you really wanna get that onigiri, huh. It's your favorite, he knows. You eat at least two every week.

He lets out a deep sigh, patting his gaming table for his wallet. “Not gonna let you go alone.” He playfully shoves you down onto his bed so he can reach across your body to retrieve his hoodie. Pausing as he scrutinizes you – his hand is still on your shoulder for him to put his entire weight on, that bastard – Cody lifts a single eyebrow. “It's 2 AM, peanut. Why are you even up?”

You kick him off you. “It's summer!” you whine, “It's hooottt as hell, I can't frickin’ sleep!”

“Fine fine, come on. I can't stand you whining.”

You purposefully step on his sock-clad foot and dash your way out of his room before he can grab you.

Cody pants his way out of the door, grinning briefly at your antics. You shout something about changing so he waits for you near the front door, pulling his phone out after slipping into his sliders.

awoo biatch Yo @.shriek hawk eyes u up Galactic contention 2 game me n fox boy honora-bly Why not me I'm up WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY ↳ Replying to honora-bly: Yea sure @.body of water @.dawgggg @.thornification @.re-thire-ded @.pebbles @.wowzer @.shriek hawk eyes awoo biatch ↳ Replying to honora-bly: Cuz u at yo girl's honora-bly ↳ Replying to awoo biatch: Not 2nite sunshine n back pain Game who up @.boil for 5 mins @.waxing @.thai laughter @.echoOoOoOoO @.responsible sister @.bazooka @.distress call Nvm @.shriek hawk eyes sleeps at 8 shriek hawk eyes ↳ Replying to sunshine n back pain: Well now I'm not WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY Well come ON in brother @.sunshine n back pain wyd sunshine n back pain ↳ Replying to WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY: Out, roomie wanna go get snacks shriek hawk eyes ↳ Replying to sunshine n back pain: Aww honora-bly ↳ Replying to sunshine n back pain: Aww thai laughter ↳ Replying to sunshine n back pain: Aww responsible sister ↳ Replying to sunshine n back pain: Aww awoo biatch @.thai laughter @.responsible sister Get in here responsible sister ↳ Replying to @.awoo biatch: Yessirrrrrr

Cody sighs and locks his phone. Despite the constant hazing from the others, his chest warms especially at the mention of you. You're just this person who'd been seeking a roommate to share the rent, and as a fellow student himself, he thinks it's agreeable. Especially since you're a pretty chill person. You're nice, easy to get along with, and you've been growing clingy. His fault, because he lets you, and it's also his fault too that he's beginning to feel a little something more towards you.

“Ready!” you cheerfully stumble your way out of your room with– wait.

His head bobs as he looks at you up and down. “Is that my shirt?”

You, in your shorts and his white t-shirt with this big sunburst print on the front which ends near your thighs, roll your eyes as you slip into your sneakers. “You just have tons of them.”

“You gone long in your room and you chose my shirt?”

“I'm good with this,” you shrug, grinning and punching his bicep playfully, “You good?”

Not letting out a vocal response, Cody purses his lips and nods – the gestures are to hide his fluttering stomach. Why you haven't been around him wearing his clothes, he never knows, but you tonight becomes such a treat for his eyes.

You unlock and get the door open. Warm air of the corridor hits Cody in the face but before you get to fully step out, you look at him up and down, frowning. “You sure you gonna wear that?” You cock your chin at his burnt orange hoodie.

“I'm good,” Cody shrugs, swerving around you and stepping out into the corridor first, with the intention to catch the elevator.

“Yeah,” you muse as you lock the door, a sly grin splitting your lips, “When you're complaining about how warm it is, I'm gonna throw I told you so in your face.”

The ride down and the walk out is a bit quiet. Traffic is already sparse at this time of night, only one or two taxi cabs driving by, either empty of passengers or the light turned off. The city smells like concrete due to hours baked in the summer sun. Most lights in the buildings they pass by are turned off – residents asleep, or office buildings closed. Places of entertainment are still buzzing with slow, relaxed activity and occasional chatter. Sometimes with a strum of guitar that carries a light tune into the warm night.

So he thinks. It gets warmer under his hoodie that he resorts to tugging it off, leaving him in just his black t-shirt and of course it makes any difference only just slightly.

“Toldja, Codes.”

He flicks your forehead and dashes forward into a run, you chasing after him with a shout.

The convenience store is not that far. Just a block away. Even though there's no car passing by, Cody still has his hand around your arm when both of you cross the road – out of habit. You throw him a smile in thanks once you reach the other side, and Cody feels his stomach fluttering again.

Damn feelings but it's just… as corny as it sounds, you make his day brighter. Among his study and part-time work and his game nights (he's got an awfully excellent time management skill alright), coming home to you working on your homework with some streamed drama whatsit turned on as background noise just feels… right. Even when he's had stayovers with the usual guys, it somehow lacks something – you.

You, who coos your way as soon as you enter the bright tosca green and pink store and shuffle childishly with arms out, reaching for the shelves where they display their ready-to-eat’s. Late night warm summer air vanishes the moment he's trapped inside the air-conditioned establishment. Cody catches a glimpse of you picking through gummies before grabbing himself a piece of whole baked sweet potato, still warm.

Yeah that's his favorite. Don't judge him, please.

By the time you reach the register along with the ice cream as well, of course, you fight on payment.

“Codes, I got it–”

“No you don't. Here, I'll–”

“NO!” you try to stiff-arm him, but his home workout routines proves your attempts to be futile.

“Yes. Now shut up and grab seats.”

You groan, feeling bad because goddamn Cody has paid for your late night snack runs almost all the heckin' time.

“You're welcome.”

You give him a small smile, the most grateful you can muster. “Thank you, Cody.”

Cody draws a sharp breath at how your eyelashes bat against your cheeks, and the way the store's accent lighting reflects on your skin and highlights your features – your happiness. Over something simple. Late night snacks run like this with him, enjoying them together in the seating area on top of sturdy high stools.

Deep down, you enjoy spending time with him, too. Being roommates with someone as charming and heartthrob as Cody is fun and never boring, let alone stressful. Sometimes he just lies down on the couch reading reference articles and falls asleep, and you remain awake until 3 in the morning studying yourself without even knowing he's fallen asleep. It's all about the comfort you share, and how you hold his presence dear to your heart.

“You're so weird.” Cody eyes you dumping mango gummies into your vanilla ice cream cup, already laden with rich yet artificial mango sauce. He tips his chin at your poor onigiri, sitting unattended by your elbow. “Dessert’s always last.”

“Oh, don't you judge me, Cody,” you sass, rolling your eyes. “First I just want the ice cre– Hey!” you exclaim as he dips a torn piece of his sweet potato into your ice cream cup. You feign a pout and frown. “You're ruining the ice cream taste!”

Cody merely smirks at you, settling to himself sitting at your right. As you scoop a bite of your ice cream, you can't help but stare at his curved scar along his right temple, to which he absolutely has no problem about. He'd even tease you about it when you asked, said one of his bros threw a beer bottle at him. You still don't know the story behind it though.

Mid slurp of his iced blue lemon drink, he turns to you, and does a double take. “Ey, Peanut.” With his free hand, he gestures to the top of his lip, right on his Cupid's bow. “Sauce.”

“Oh,” you breathe, cringing inwardly on how ridiculous it'd look, and wipe on the spot he pointed. Cody watches you amusedly, and gestures slightly to his left – the other side. Is it me just being so fricking dumb or did he do it on purpose? You huff, asking, “Done?”

No, Cody wants to say. Some of it's still smeared along the corner of your lips. Just how silly can you be?

You watch him scoot his chair closer, your gaze barely meets his as he suddenly grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger and closes the distance between you. The next second, you feel his lips brushing against your skin – against the spot that you actually did miss. Frozen in your place in shock and your heart thumping wildly against your chest, you swear you can feel the tip of his tongue, timidly, licking the mango sauce off the corner of your lips.

Cody lets out a breath – his boldness falters and his body pulls itself away from you. His forehead is barely brushing against yours. Your throat closes in, already missing and asking more of his touch.

“Is it…” you whisper, “Is it still there?”

No, he wants to say. You notice how his warm amber brown eyes, sparking just now and you gasp in awe as if you're seeing them for the first time ever, flicker from your eyes down to your lips.

“Yeah,” tumbles off his lips in a breathy whisper, and Cody leans in again, this time zeroing into your lips and hitting bullseye. Your eyes flutter close as you finally feel the warmth of his lips against yours. Yours are cold from the ice cream, and Cody's breath shudders against you at the surprising temperature.

The kiss was brief, yet delicate. It was just a peck and nothing more, but you want more, so you lean in a bit further to press your lips against his own. Cody's hand under your chin goes to caress your jaw, his lips part to capture your soft, soft bottom lip laden with sugar and cream and vanilla and mango. A sigh escapes your lips at the notion that easily takes your breath away as well, and you both finally, finally pull away.

The world is still spinning, you both are still in your usual 24 hour convenience store, sitting and eating ice cream and sweet potato and… and kissing.

“Wow,” you breathe, your heart fluttering at the close proximity still where you finally open your eyes and allow yourself to see the rich earthy colors in his eyes. “That was…”

“Something,” Cody finished for you, his voice scratchy against his throat. He finally leans away from you and reaches for his drink, slurping almost noisily that makes you wonder how he can't even get a brain freeze from that.

You smile dreamily, noticing how stiff his neck is from nervousness. You can only hope it's not regret. “Relax,” you pat his hand that had landed on your lap a while ago, and tenderly wrap your fingers around his that are bigger. “It's… okay. And nice.”

“Yeah?” Cody asks you, unsure, his eyes flitting back to yours.

Though, his lips are slowly pulling into a smile – one much softer than you've ever seen before. You watch him scooping your ice cream awkwardly with one hand, equally as awkward with his eventual attempt to get one mango gummy on top. 

“Yeah,” you answer, opening your mouth to receive the scoop from him. It has everything in it – the sauce included, and it makes you melt again inside.

Cody drops the spoon into the cup and shifts his body towards you. His head tilts adorably, trimmed dark hair where you’re kind of eager to run your fingers through. His lips part to pass you a question, “You… like that?”

“I like that,” you answer, thumb brushing across his knuckles. Cody, in return, squeezes your hand. His face lights up as you can't help the grin in your lips. “More, please,” you giggle airily, leaning forward, “If you don't mind.”

Taglist: @yoursrosie @msmeredithrose @hellfiresky @filamentlights @heidnspeak @lucyysthings

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[kazimakuwabara]

Come On In

Summary: Early into their friendship, Yusuke comes over to Kuwabara's house in the middle of the night.

***

Kuwabara yawned as he opened the window, blearily looking out at the face that nervously looked back at him.

“Urameshi?”

“Uh… hey man,” Yusuke laughed, a hand curling behind his neck, “Uh… I just… was having some trouble sleeping=”

“Oh? Did you want to hang out?” Kuwabara immediately asked, stepping aside to allow Yusuke in.

"Uh... I mean, it's kinda late... and I... It's not that I was trying to wake you up," Yusuke managed awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

Kuwabara yawned and scratched himself under his shirt. When he managed to close his mouth he rumbled, "Oh... I get it. You wanna sleep here?"

“You… you don’t mind?” Yusuke asked, slipping in through the window before Kuwabara could change his mind.

“If you showed up here at three am cuz you couldn’t sleep, then I’m sure you don’t want to be alone. And I ain’t gonna be the guy that turns someone like that away!” Kuwabara mumbled. He shut his window heavily, and then stumbled back to his bed, dragging Yusuke along with him, “But I gotta sleep.”

“What are you-”

Kuwabara shoved Yusuke on his bed and then followed him down. Wrapping them both up in the blankets and snuggling Yusuke into his wall, Kuwabara muttered, “Don’t be such a baby. Just shut up and cuddle me.”

Yusuke stared at Kuwabara, unable to hide his shock.

Sensing Yusuke’s deep surprise, Kuwabara sighed and cracked open an eye. “Urameshi… dude. I know you’re tired. I also know you don’t want to be alone. And I don’t think you wanna talk about that right now… right?”

Slowly, Yusuke nodded.

“So just get some sleep. We’re just two dudes cuddling. Man up, or are you a wuss?”

Yusuke felt an instinctive flare-up of rivalry before he suddenly laughed and settled more comfortably against Kuwabara. “You’re something else, aren’t ya?”

“Yes, yes, I know. I’m wonderful,” Kuwabara yawns, patting Yusuke’s chest, before he curled an arm around him, his cheek pressed into Yusuke’s shoulder. “And I’m sleepy now. Let's go to bed. If you wanna talk tomorrow, we'll talk. If ya wanna fight...” Kuwabara smiled dreamily, "Well, we can do that too! But tomorrow."

Yusuke nodded, relaxing as he lay squished Kuwabara and his wall.

His eyes are still open, when Kuwabara mumbles, “You can always come here. I’ll always welcome you in.”

Yusuke’s throat feels tight, and losing the last of his hesitation, he throws an arm around Kuwabara’s waist and presses his face into Kuwabara’s hair. 

“G’night Kuwabara.”

“G'night Urameshi."

[c4caolact3]

18.04.2024

I just thought it would be fun to create a tumblr account to write abt my day, feel free to comment whatever opinion you have.

I recently moved to a big city in europe to study fashion design (not saying which one for privacy reasons), but you can probably think of a few known for fashion stuff.

Today was a fun day,

I was supposed to have class from 9 to 6 but i convinced my teacher to let me and my classmate miss one hr of class to go to a event/talk the university invited us to and that we sign up for.

The teacher agreed so we both went, it was really near by my school so we arrived a little bit early.

The talk was fine, i got lost for a little bit because there were a lot of cameras around not only pointing the speaker but also the audience and i got a bit nervous, i mean who wants a bad picture of them forever in the internet.

The call ended and then we both decided to go to a cafe near by, for context my school is located in a district known for having all the high-end stores all in one street and ofc as well of being very expensive in rent, food, etc.

I ended up paying 7.50 euros for a capuccino and a pastry, but god was it worth it.

We went back to class but very soon after it was lunch time, this time i went alone to my favorite cafe of all time. I always order the same exact thing, im very special with food, so if i like something im gonna keep ordering it my whole life.

However this time when i arrived there were the 3 baristas waiting for me, i saw how they payed close attention of what i was ordering, today i decided to change things up a little to maybe discover other food i like, so i ordered my usual coffee and another dish.

It was so funny when one of the girls got kinda disapointed when i order smth else and the other ones started laughing, i guess she lost a bet.

I talked to the one that was taking my ordered, we both laughed cuz its kinda ridiculous how i go everyday, at the same time to order the same thing.

It was nice, it took a good laugh out of me, im definetely gonna always come back there.

I went back to class a little late cuz i took my sweet time eating my food, fortunally my teacher was really chill about it so i didnt get in trouble.

Two hrs or so later we end up being invited to another talk, this time about design and architecture, it was interesting but very long that my teacher had to take us out cuz it was time to go home.

Now i gotta do some homework for fashion drawing class that i have tomorrow very early :(

As i said at the beginning feel free to comment whatever you want, maybe it was a bit long but a lot of things happened today hahaha.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary311

7/26-27/24

friday - saturday

uhmm,,, out way too late today...

so i just need to sleep. but it was a great day, showgirls was so fun and beautiful and so much everything a really perfect film basically about how evil men are and how much they hate women and how it really plays with that, for so much of the film, and then rips the floor out from beneath you at a point, making you contend with it, and that's like, so much!! and that it still has the heart to give nomi some kind of happiness at the end, that is very sweet of it.

it's interesting how it uses the pornographic gaze in this totally abject and grotesque, when nomi sucks zach's dick submerged under water, someone trying to live, to the fullest extent, for male fantasies and i suppose "succeeding" by perfectly doing so, but you're exposed constantly to the nightmare of that as well, all the pressure, and then you have all the lesbian stuff, the camp in all of this, the acting which is very special, idk, it's such a great thing, and there really is such genuine beauty within it, some of the shots, the acting too, there's this point where james, the dancer guy who wants to do some number with nomi but is really this pickup artist type guy, he expresses all this regret, he says this pithy callback to this thing he says earlier in the movie, and then after, the facade drops, what he says is a total put on but after that you see this like expression crawl over his face, this thing happens, inside that face is:

oh god, i wish it weren't so.

"it" being "every single little thing."

and to capture the facade people put up, their attempts to be characters in this awful city, to be facile entirely, and then that failure to keep up with that, that's powerful, to get at that is crazy to me!!

anyway, my gf did get super wasted, her friend went on a date after the movie and came back to hang out with us, which was awesome, out mutual friend did a bit too much ketamine and k holed and when i came upstairs in the club to see him on some slightly moist couch, he grabbed my legs and hugged me because he was so happy to see a friendly face, and then his friend who is also our friend and now maybe going to sleep w/ my gf's friend who is all our friend now, came up, and i danced with him a lot because he seems to really like dancing with me, i think he likes how kind of bad i am at it, or maybe he just really likes me. my gf thinks he kind of likes me but he's honestly rather kind, he's a very strange guy, but you really can feel how much kindness there is, the dancing is one place you can sense it, where he's really teaching you steps, and keeps saying he likes how you dance even if you're not good, a lot of patience and happiness just in the moment.

the people in the club were really kind to us also, always checking in on my super wasted gf, who was really going crazy over her favorite kpop bandmember from ateez, it's so funny. it is pretty cute, honestly. we also saw someone we knew outside the club which was funny. but for a lot of the time we were sitting on a weird musty couch.

anyway i did take selfies but i'll upload them 2morrow, i have to wake up kinda early to get out tomorrow, we've gotta go to another movie, maybe gonna hang out again tomorrow too #lol. our friend who did ket is gonna go to the movie w/ my gf + her mom + brother and that'll be crayzeee, her brother will probably pissed at us for having a good time, and say we aren't able to appreciate wolverine cuz we're all tired or hungover. i mean i won't be hungover. and i'll probably need to get coffee or somethinggg.... bleh. coffee makes me crazy!!! it's too much for my little tiny dumb nerves.

here's a song, i am listening to now:

always a favorite, crazy how consistent a band they are.

so, with that:

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sufferinggod]

Ugh. So like the last week or so I've just been in a shitty mood. I'm starting to feel lost for some reason. In my room at my apartment I feel lost, at work I feel lost, I don't even know what I'm doing with my life anymore. I don't even feel like going to work anymore honestly. I've been feeling down, unmotivated recently. I've missed a few days of work the last few days. I came in today cuz it's nice and slow on Monday but this morning I felt like skipping again. Tomorrow it's going to be fast and a lot of work the entire day so I gotta mentally prepare myself for that which is why I came in today and I'm going to stay the whole day. I've also been leaving work early a lot recently and I got a small pay check this week because of that. Enough to pay rent and buy food so I'm going to have to spend my money wisely the next 2 weeks hopefully i don't struggle too much. But yeah. I've been feeling down recently. I have to get my shit together, and quick. I have to find motivation. Bring my energy up. I guess I should stop masturbating again see if that helps. But yeah. Last night my roommate had his friends over and I didn't come out of my room until late at night and they invited me to hang out and I was just acting like a dick / asshole. I was a mood killer and my energy was just bad. I kinda ruined the whole night I was being a major dick and I feel bad about it today. Like I said I just feel lost recently

[himbo-beel]

Cold is lasting longer then I thought and kicking my ass and o for one more busy day of work and I can spend my weekend playing deltarune in bed

[mikkouille]

Hehe

[kachowden]

Yandere Jock x Reader

You did not want to be here.

The seats were cold. Your butt hurt. It was loud. And the smell of sweaty feet and gym shorts was nothing short of a headache this early in the morning.

You knew you were being dramatic. Nobody liked gym class. Well. Nobody except maybe Loren. The campus “wonder boy”.

You guess you understood the hype. I mean the guy was a star player for your colleges team. Not to mention, insanely athletic, and good at about, well, just about anything. Except for y’know. His studies.

Which y’know gotta have that little cliche in their right? Who doesn’t love a big dumb jock huh?

And of course he was otherworldly pretty. Because obviously.

Okay maybe you were being a little hard on the guy. You didn’t hate him. Hell you hadn’t even talked to him!

A small part of you was willing to admit it might’ve been a slight case of jealousy

But only slight! The guy had everything practically handed to him and here you were busting your ass!

It sucked yknow? I mean what’s someone gotta do around here to get a helping hand-

“Hey! Watch out!-“

Suddenly the sound of rubber against skin boomed in your ears. A sudden shadow blocked your sight, and it took a moment for the sound of your own heart beat to settle, for you to realize what had just happened.

“Hey, you okay?”

The shadow moved, revealing a large hand, firmly grasping a stray volleyball. A volleyball that would’ve smacked you straight in the face because you were too busy monologuing to-

“Hello?”

Oh right

You hesitantly moved your eyes upwards, and nearly groaned out loud.

Wonder boy. Of course.

Time to embarrass yourself with your poor social skills!

“Oh shoot, hey, sorry-uhm..thanks for totally saving me back there! I mean, saving might be a stretch cuz the worse that could’ve happened might’ve been a bruise or on the very slim chance a concussion- but still I appreciate-“

“Pfft..”

Mother fucker did not just

Loren must’ve noticed your sudden change in mood, because he quickly coughed into his empty fist with a shy smile. His brown eyes were twinkling obnoxiously in your opinion, from the reflection of the faux lights.

“Sorry- sorry…I just uh…you’re kinda dorky”

This bitch.

A scowl quickly took residence on your face, a snarl being on the verge of pouring out.

“Right. Well I said thanks so, I think I’ll be on my way now. Thank you, again for the save. Or whatever.” The last part came out as more of a grumble than anything, and yeah you might’ve been a little petty for it, but come on who says that to someone you just met??

As if realizing his mistake, Loren’s grin fell agape, and with slow reaction time, unusual for someone like him, he moved to follow after you towards the door way.

“Hey wait no! I meant it in-“

The door closed with a thunderous slam.

“-a cute..way.”

“……”

A hand perched itself on Lorens broad shoulder.

“Hey man! Who you talkin to?”

A fellow player chirped at the brunette, who’s lips had settled into a troubled frown before he snapped his eyes towards the other player.

He didn’t know his name.

There was a brief moment where the player swore he was being glared at by the Star member, but it was gone so fast he figured it to be a trick of the artificial light.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s get back to the group yeah?”

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God what a long day

Loren sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that hour, sweat pouring from his brow as he roamed the mostly barren halls.

It was fairly late in the evening.

There was the occasional straggler, most of who greeted him enthusiastically.

“Hey Loren! Can’t wait for the game this week!”

“Loren! You goin to the BMZ’s party tomorrow?”

He responded the way he normally would. Smiles, “hell yeahs”, and high fives. Though at this point he was just going through the motion. He didn’t really feel the need to show up to the parties. But he decided he’d wait to see how he felt by tomorrow.

Right now, he just wanted to get home and relax.

“Stupid- fucking professor! Couldnt wait till I- goddammit!”

Maybe home could wait a while longer

Loren peeked around the corner, and swore he almost did a backflip at the sight of you slouched against an empty classroom door.

Perfect.

“Hey!”

The moment your eyes drifted to his he swore he almost forgot how to breathe. You were way too cute.

But the frown on your kissable lips was disheartening to say the least.

“What do you want?”

Okay that hurt a little, but he kept his easy going grin as he strode to stand above you,

a visual he found…almost unnatural really.

It felt weird. Wrong, to be standing above you like that. But he disregarded the feeling for now. No matter how strong the desire to drop to his knees was.

“Need a hand?”

He heard you scoff

“Right..the professors gone so unless you have a key to the city than-“

Click!

He wanted to laugh at the stunned look on your pretty face. But that didn’t go well last time so he settled for a smile.

“…Ta-da!”

You looked less amused than he had hoped, with the way your head whipped back and forth before you carefully stepped in.

“Why the hell do you have a key that opens this classroom?”

“When you’re the “School Pride” you get a few extra privileges sometimes.”

You mumbled something at that, but he was unfortunately stood too far away to hear what you said clearly. He figured it was a jab at him. Not that he minded.

With quick, but still obviously cautious steps, you peddled on over to one of the front desks, where a lonely bag sat.

Quickly and nimbly you scooped it over your shoulder and made your way back to the brunette, who stood guard at the doors entrance. Almost dutifully.

Loren had to beg the universe that you didn’t hear his thundering heart and stuttering breath when you stopped directly infront of him.

Fuck you were so fucken cute up close what the fuck

“Thanks.”

“Huh?- Oh! Yeah of course anythingforyou”

.

.

.

.

“What?”

“What?”

“……”

You eyed him suspiciously for a moment, before seeming to sigh in resignation.

Moving out from the doorway, and away from him, you paused outside where you had previously had your little breakdown.

“Anyway. Thanks again. For the double save and stuff.” You almost looked pained saying that if he was being honest. But he’s take what he could get for now. “See you around. Or something.”

Wait what?

You were leaving again? Already? He barely even had time to stare at you!

I mean. Talk to you. And make up for embarrassing you earlier!

“Wait!”

You paused, almost irritatedly but seemed to ultimately decide to be civil and hear him out. Probably because you liked him now.

(No you were just tired.)

“How about you come to my game this week yeah? It’s on Thursday.”

.

.

“Why?”

“Because i want you to. And I wanna make up for this morning.”

Loren watched anxiously as you seemed to weigh your options.

“Please?”

Again, you sighed, before turning around and beginning to stalk off down the hall.

“I’ll think about it. I guess I owe you anyway.”

Nowaynowaynoway

Loren waited for you to turn the corner

“YES!”

He jumped up excitedly, “yes yes yes! Hell yeah!” clenching his fist with a enthusiastic grin, eyes practically shooting beams of excitement with how bright they were.

This was it. This was the beginning.

Fuck yeah! He was so pumped now!

You could consider this Thursday’s win dedicated to you.

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A/N: this ask/story was so fun to read and write about! I love getting asks so don’t worry about sending too many btw <3 thank you so much! Perhaps we’ll see more of Loren in the future? Hope you like my take <3

[haleyhunwritess]

hiiii if requests are open can u write one where she has bad period cramps and its seb or bucky taking care of her with like lots of fluff and maybe he teases her for crying at a commercial because shes feeling hormonal cuz of her period but it just ends with a lot of fluff💕

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝

pairing: bucky x reader

warning: period cramps, FLUFFFF

a/n: i woke up with the worst cramps possible and all i wanted was to cuddle with someone but i'm on campus now trying to get some work done :( i wanna post some more period comfort fics, maybe today or tomorrow! i have an old period comfort fic request from @chrisevansdaughter that i'm working on that i can hopefully post soon 💗

"Do you think it's bleeding? It feels like it's bleeding." Bucky groaned, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh please, you're fine." You mumbled from the couch, clutching your lower abdomen while holding your breath as your cramps started to get worse.

This morning you'd woken up to the most painful cramps you've ever experienced. You assumed that they were pre-period cramps, and tried to go back to sleep. However, a few minutes later, you felt Bucky's hand on your shoulder gently shaking you awake. You mumbled five more minutes, before trying to go back to sleep.

"Love, wake up," he whispered, glancing down at the dark stain on the bed, "You're bleeding, doll."

Suddenly awake, you quickly opened your eyes and turned to look down at the crimson stain on the bed. Groaning loudly, you put your head in your hands. You normally got your period on time, though sometimes it could be a day or two late. It was rarely ever early. You weren't supposed to get your period for another 4 days, and yet here it was. You felt embarrassed, but fortunately that feeling didn't last long as your body started to cramp up again. You whimpered loudly, while clutching your stomach and struggling to breathe.

You struggled to sit up, as the cramps were somehow starting to get even worse. Bucky quickly put one arm behind your back, and held your hand in his, to help you sit up. You quietly thanked him before turning your gaze back down to the stain, and cursing silently, "I'm so sorry, bubba, I wasn't supposed to get my period yet. I didn't mean to ruin your sheets."

"Love, I'm not mad at you. You have nothing to be sorry about, it's okay. I'm sorry I had to wake you up but we've gotta get you cleaned up." Bucky kissed your forehead, before getting up and leaving the room.

He came back a few minutes later with some towels, a water bottle, and some ibuprofen. He handed you the ibuprofen first, which you gladly took before washing it down with some water. Then he helped you get up carefully, holding you gently in his arms as he lead you over to the bathroom. He put the towels down on the counter, then walked over to the shower to turn on the hot water.

"Alright, doll. You take as long as you need in there, okay? If you need anything, just shout and I'll come running. I'm just gonna go clean up in the room, okay?" Before you could even protest, he left the bathroom to take the sheets to the laundry.

You stepped out of the shower after a while, already starting to feel a bit better. You noticed Bucky had left a pair of his sweatpants and his favourite hoodie on the counter next to the towels. There was also a bag of supplies on the ground, with different feminine hygiene products, a heating pad, some painkillers you were definitely going to need later, and some other essentials. After drying yourself off with the towel, you got dressed quickly and decided to go check on Bucky.

You found him downstairs in the kitchen, pouring hot water into a cup. Walking over to him, you noticed a familiar sweet smell coming from the kitchen. That's when you noticed a fresh batch of his painfully-delicious pancakes sitting on the counter. You put your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He turned around, and pulled you into his arms gently, being careful not to hug you too tight in case you still have cramps.

You helped him carry the pancakes and the tea over to the living room. You sat down in front of the TV and started flipping through the channels. Bucky picked up your fork, and started feeding you small bites as you settled on what show to watch. Eventually, breakfast was over and you were cuddled up on the couch watching titanic. You've only seen the movie once and you found the ending sad, but you never cry at the ending. Until today. It seemed like your body was determined to make you miserable today as you wiped the tears that were streaming down your face at a fast pace. You hoped Bucky wouldn't notice that you were crying, especially just because of a movie. You glanced over at him and noticed he was straight at you, and trying to stifle a laugh. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't contain his laughter anymore. He got up from the couch, still laughing, as you glared him.

"Screw you, Barnes, it's not funny!" You picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him, but it only made him laugh harder.

"I'm sorry, love, I couldn't help it!" He chuckled as he picked up the pillow and threw it back on the couch next to you. "I didn't think you were one to cry at movies like that. It wasn't like one glistening tear either, doll, you were nearly sobbing. Don't get me wrong though, it was adorable!"

"You jerk!" You picked up the pillow again and threw it at him but it missed him once again. As he bent over to pick the pillow back up, you picked up the remote this time, and launched it at him. Unfortunately, this time it actually hit him.

"Ow, what the-" He got up, rubbing the back of his head, "That actually hurt, doll, what was that?"

"The remote" You mumbled, trying not to laugh.

He glared at you before bending down to pick up the pillow and throw it back at you. Although he didn't mean to, he threw it pretty hard and it hit your stomach, right as the cramps decided to make a comeback. He quickly apologized and walked over to you to make sure you weren't hurt too bad.

"Just go get me the pain-killers, doofus." You mumbled, laying down sideways, clutching your lower abdomen.

He got up and made his way to the kitchen, still rubbing the spot at the back of his head, the one where you threw the remote at.

"Do you think it's bleeding? It feels like it's bleeding." Bucky groaned, as he continued to rub the back of his head, checking for any blood.

"Oh please, you're fine." You mumbled from the couch, clutching your lower abdomen while holding your breath as your cramps started to get worse.

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[meenatranslates]

5th Anniversary Title Achievement Mini Conversation - Rookies

Translation under the cut

The Way Back Home - Mini Convo (Rookies)

Chikage: Hm? You’re having a supper this late at night?

Kumon: Oh, Chikage-san! Good work today! I was getting hungry at this time cuz I ate dinner early~.

Azami: I just happened to come to the kitchen. Then I saw Kumon tried to eat ramen, so I told him to make udon salad instead.

If you eat ramen at such a time, your skin will get rough tomorrow.

Chikage: Haha, I see.

Kumon: This udon salad Azami made is so yummy!

Guy: I'm back.

Azami: Welcome back. Want some udon salad too?

Guy: I'll have one. It's a little unusual for Izumida to cook.

Chikage: Yeah... Speaking of Azami’s cooking, this reminds me of the training camp we had with these four of us.*

Kumon: That’s so nostalgic!

Guy: We just enrolled at the theater at the time, but it would be fun to go with these members again.

Azami: Yeah.

Kumon: If we were to do it now, would the role distribution change?

Chikage: I think Kumon as the person in charge for recreation is good as it is.

Guy: No objection here.

Azami: I mean, the musical chairs or Drop the Handkerchief game were surprisingly exciting.

Kumon: Yay! Then I'll think of another fun recreation next!

Guy: For driving part... I’ll give it to Utsuki again.

Azami: Only Chikage-san can drive on that game trail.

Guy: It was like an attraction.

Chikage: Let's also drive back home on the pass this time.

Kumon: Our lifespan’s gonna get shorten again...!

Azami: I think it’s better for Guy-san to cook.

Chikage: Since you’re a bar master now, I want you to try your hand at cooking.

Guy: ...I’ll do my best to meet your expectations.

Chikage: I guess the timekeeper role that Guy-san was in charge of will be Azami then.

Azami: Leave it to me. I'll manage the time exactly like what Guy-san always do.

First things first, love stories are a no-go. I’ll turn off everything at 10 o'clock.

You gotta stick to protect the prime time of the skin. Wake up at 7 o'clock in the morning to make time for skin care.

Also, the time for the meal—.

Kumon: Azami’s so strict!

Guy: Seems like he’ll be doing more work than I do.

*Referring to SSR GOLDEN ENCORE! cards (thank you to @bananayellow12)

[orangeoctopi7]

You Don’t Have to be Psychic to Know Where This is Going

@stanuary week 1 is brothers, and I’ve seen a few fics featuring Shermie as the older brother. And if you’ve read my other fic, A Tale of Two Secrets, you know I have my own opinions on this headcanon. 

Add to that the fact that I just became an aunt last weekend, so I’ve got babies on the mind. Hence, I came up with this fic about when Shermie was born. 

(The part where they’re driving to the hospital I SWEAR is based on a fan comic I saw years ago, but I can’t seem to find it now. If any of you know the comic I’m thinking of, please send me a link so I can credit it!)

“If you leave tonight, I don’t gotta be psychic to tell ya that baby’s comin’ as soon as you’re more than an hour away!”

“Caryn, don’t be unreasonable! He’s not due for another week!”

Stanley Pines was upstairs in his bedroom, trying to relax. His brother was sitting at the desk in their bedroom, scribbling away at something, but he periodically glanced towards the floor, whenever the volume of their parents’ argument peaked.

They’d been debating all day. There was an expert in large antique furniture and timepieces visiting from England who had expressed interest in some stuff from the pawn shop. The only problem was, the guy was staying all the way out in Harlem, and he was leaving this weekend. Filbrick feared if he didn’t sell to this guy now, he’d never be able to find another buyer who was willing to pay so much for these pieces that took up a ton of space in the shop.

He’d been trying to convince Caryn to let him take a day to bring the things to this expert and close the deal for days now, but she was adamant that the moment Filbrick left, she’d go into labor.

“The twins were three whole weeks early!”

“That’s ‘cuz they’re twins! Multiples always come early!”

“I’m tellin’ you, Fil, it’s Murphy’s Law, you leave, and that baby’s coming!”

“All the more reason for me to go then! You can get it over with!”

“And just how am I supposed to get to the hospital?” Caryn scoffed.

“The boys both have their driver’s permits.” Filbrick grunted.

“Yeah, their permits! Not their licenses!” 

At this, Ford finally put down his pencil and cast a perturbed glance over his shoulder at Stan. Stan himself looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights.

Why did the walls in this place have to be so thin?

“Heh, dad’s right, what are the odds that the baby’ll be born while he’s gone?” Stan chuckled nervously.

“Mathematically, low.” Ford answered. “Although Ma has a good point about Murphy’s Law…”

The twins held their breath as the argument finally simmered down. They could no longer hear their parents’ words through the floorboards. But now that the discussion possibly involved him, Stan was suddenly curious to know what they had to say. He quietly pushed the door open and snuck toward the kitchen. Ford followed.

“...should be back early tomorrow morning. I’ll give you the hotel’s number, you can call there if anything happens.”

“Oh believe me, I will.”

“The hospital’s not that far. Even those two knuckleheads could drive there.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Stanley’s a good driver, we’ll be fine.”

Filbrick grunted. “Guess I better let them know I’m goin’.” He opened the kitchen door, and the two brothers fell to the floor. They’d been leaning against it in order to hear the conversation better. “Why am I not surprised?” The old man huffed.

“Hey dad!” Stan waved cheekily from the floor. “You wanted to talk to us?”

“Well, as you no doubt already know, I’m leaving to do some business tonight. But your Ma’s convinced that baby is coming tonight. So if anything happens, you’re in charge of driving her to the hospital. Think you can do that without screwing it up?”

“Yes sir!” The twins affirmed in unison.

* * * 

The boys and their mother decided to sit and watch some TV to take their minds off things. The three of them were too high-strung to concentrate on anything else.

They watched the news, game shows, late night talk shows, until it was past midnight.

Just when they were finally starting to let themselves relax, it happened.

They were watching some obscure foreign film in badly dubbed English when Caryn squirmed in her seat and groaned in pain.

“...Please tell me you’re not having contractions.” Ford pleaded.

“I’m not havin’ contractions.” She replied through clenched teeth. 

The brothers shared an alarmed glance. Sometimes it really sucked having a pathological liar for a mother.

“But, uh, it could be false labor!” Stan insisted nervously. “That’s a thing, right?” 

Ford nodded. He’d probably read through more books on pregnancy than either of his parents at this point. 

But after another few minutes, Caryn’s discomfort was only growing worse. Finally, she let out a cry.

“Boys, I don’t think this is false labor!”

Now in full panic mode, the brothers helped her off the couch and down the stairs to the street, where a beat-up old jalopy was parked on the curb.

“Stanley should drive, he’s a better driver.” Caryn insisted as they helped her into the back seat.

“Ma, I can drive just as well--” Ford argued.

“Pch, yeah, says the guy who was distracted by ‘an unusual flock of birds’ and nearly ran up onto the sidewalk last week.” Stan scoffed.

“At least I don’t park on the wrong side of the road!”

“It’s a freakin’ alley way, why would anyone care!?”

“WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP AND DRIVE!?” Caryn screamed, throwing the keys at Stan. He sheepishly started the car, while Ford climbed in the back with their mother.

Luckily, it was mostly a straight shot to the hospital from their home, but there were a few red lights in between. Stan tried to strike a balance between driving fast and driving cautiously. Things would only get more dire if they were pulled over, or worse, in a wreck.

Meanwhile, Ford did his best to comfort their mother as they sped along, wracking his mind to remember all the things he’d read in the pregnancy books he’d checked out from the library. He reminded her to breathe and offered her his hand to hold. She squeezed it so tightly, he was certain she’d break a few bones.

They were stopped at a red light when Ford noticed the back seat was slightly damp. His eyes expanded to saucers when he looked and saw his mother’s dress was wet along the seat.

“Stan, step on it!”

“It’s a red light, genius.”

“My water just broke.” Caryn said with a forced calm voice.

Stan gulped. “Road safety laws, prepare to be ignored!”

With just barely a glance to make sure he wasn’t going to cause an accident, Stan slammed on the gas. Several cars honked loudly at him, but luckily he was able to swerve around all of them, and the lack of squealing brakes behind him told him that no one had been hurt.

Stanley weaved in and out of traffic with finesse that would make any Southern Californian proud. Within a minute of Caryn’s water breaking, they were pulling up to the Emergency Entrance. A nurse came out the door and helped Caryn inside. The two brothers stood at the entrance awkwardly.

“Do, uh, do we go in?” Stan asked.

“Well, someone should go with her.” Ford said. “But someone’s also got to call dad.”

Stan grimaced. “Yeah, I’ll go in with Ma. You call Dad.”

Ford gulped. He was not looking forward to that conversation.

Stan dashed after the quickly retreating figures of his mother and the growing gaggle of CNMs.

“Who’re you?” One of the nurses asked.

“He’s the father.” Caryn said with a smirk.

“MOM!” Stan protested, his face turning red. “M-my dad’s outta town on business.”

“He picked a heck of a time to be outta town.” The nurse shook her head. “How old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

The nurse grimaced. “Believe it or not, I’ve seen younger fathers than you in here. You’ll do fine.”

“Uh, what!?” Stan asked, his voice cracking. “What’m I supposed to do?”

“The same stuff the father would do if he were here.”

Stan paled. Maybe he should have been the one to call dad. Ford was the one who had read all those pregnancy books!

“Don’t worry, sweetie.” Caryn reassured him with a pat on the head as she was assisted into a labor bed. “This isn’t gonna be nearly as hard as when I had you an’ your brother.”

“Oh, twins?” One of the other nurses asked.

“Yeah. Almost full term, too.” Caryn nodded.

“Oh yes, this will be much easier.”

“‘Course, that was 15 years ago.”

“Look, I’m sorry, but I am way outta my depth here.” Stan threw his hands up. “Are you sure you haven’t got like, I dunno, a doctor or someone who can do… whatever it is that the father usually does?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, and you can deliver the baby.” One of the nurses rolled her eyes.

“What d’you do for, y’know, single moms?”

“One of us would assist.” The first nurse informed him. “But it’s really better if all of the medical staff is able to focus on the delivery.”

“... OK… OK…” Stan took a few deep breaths, trying vainly to calm his nerves. “So what do I gotta do? Tell her to push?”

“Just hold on tight, sweetieEEEEEEEK!” Caryn’s reassurance cut off into a shriek of pain. Stan quickly took her left hand in his own. She squeezed so hard he was sure she would cut off the circulation.

“What do I do!?” Stan asked all the nurses, at a loss.

“Just comfort her!” The second nurse said, as though it was obvious.

“Uh, you’re gonna be fine, Ma! It’s all gonna be over soon!”

“That makes it sound like I’m gonna die!” Caryn shouted.

“OK, keep bickering, that’ll help take her mind off of the pain.” The third nurse nodded, pulling up Caryn’s dress to have better access to the birth canal.

“Oh Moses!” Stan quickly turned in the opposite direction before he could see anything.

“Can we get a screen in here?” The fourth nurse asked. A CNA who’d been hovering at the door hurried off to grab one.

“How long until Dr. Marshall arrives?” The first nurse asked.

“He said he’d be about 15 minutes.” The third nurse answered.

“I gotta do this for 15 more minutes!?” Stan asked incredulously.

“Ha.” The second nurse barked a humorless laugh. “Try four hours.”

Stan nearly fainted then and there.

* * *

Thankfully, Ford came back from calling their father about ten minutes later, and they were able to trade off periodically. Ford theoretically knew more about what was happening after reading all those books from the library, but in practice, telling his mother “The bones in your pelvis are shifting in order to allow the baby to pass through, that’s why it hurts so much!” did nothing to help her. Thankfully, Caryn loudly complaining that they were terrible at this seemed to help on some level.

Between their unsuccessful attempts to soothe their mother, Ford explained that Filbrick was on his way, but it was at least a 2 and a half hour drive.

“Well, she’s at a whole inch already.” The doctor, who had arrived just a few minutes ago said. “I think the baby will be crowning by then.”

Stan looked to his brother for a translation.

“That’s the term for when the baby’s head pushes out of the cervix.” Ford explained.

“Sorry I asked.” Stan grimaced.

* * *

The boys weren’t exactly surprised when Filbrick showed up about 15 minutes earlier than he’d said he would. The man was no stranger to speeding. They were also somewhat vindicated when, after he took their place at her side, their mother shouted that he was even worse at the whole comforting thing than they were.

With their father there, the two boys finally felt free to step away for a while. They immediately made a b-line for the restrooms before crashing on a couple of chairs in the waiting room. 

Stan had no idea how much later it was when someone shook him awake. Sunlight shone through the skylight above him, so it had to be quite a while. 

“Hey,” The CNA who had woken him said, “Your mom wants to know if you want to come hold the baby.”

“Geez, how long was I out?” Stan asked, standing and trying to stretch away the crick in his back. In the chair beside him, Ford blearily stirred awake.

The CNA just shrugged and led them back to a new room, where their mom was recovering. Caryn was more frazzled and tired looking than Stan had ever seen her, but she looked happy as could be, holding the baby. Even Filbrick, standing in the corner, gave a small smile and nodded down at the baby, which Stan was pretty sure was the closest his old man ever got to showing a positive emotion. 

After washing their hands thoroughly, they were each given a turn to hold the new baby. Ford got to go first, because he was “oldest”. Stan pouted as he watched.

It was clear that Ford was fascinated with the tiny form in his arms. He carefully traced his fingers over the tiny head and arms, and he looked like he was about to tear up when he got to the miniscule hands. All the while, he softly muttered facts about how fast the baby would grow, and how his brain would continue to develop, as though he were reciting a lullaby. 

Finally, Stan got his turn. He gently took the baby in his arms, careful to support the head in the crook of his arm. He was so soft, and warm, and tiny, and light! Stan was suddenly very aware of how fragile the little boy in his arms was.

“Hey there, squirt.” Stan said softly, his voice cracking. He looked over at his mother. “What’re you gonna name him?”

“Well, we’ve already got two ‘S’ names,” She said, throwing an annoyed glance at her husband, “So I was thinking Sherman. Shermie for short.”

“Heh, I like that. Shermie.” Stan looked back down at the baby in his arms. “Shermie. How ya doin’, Shermie?”

Shermie started crying, almost as if in reply. Stan quickly handed him back to his mother, panic apparent in his wide eyes.

“Oh, don’t worry,” His mother reassured him. “He’s just fussy. It’s been a tiring night for both of us, huh?” She cooed to her youngest child. “You’re gonna see some things when you grow up, aren’t ya? Things I couldn’t even imagine. Visit some crazy places and times.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Filbrick asked.

“I dunno. When the Sight takes me, I don’t always understand what I See.” She replied haughtily.

The other three men in the room rolled their eyes. Sometimes Caryn just randomly decided to slip into her psychic act. 

“She said basically the same thing when you two were born.” Filbrick grunted in annoyance. 

None of them could have known how right she was.

[mangosimoothie]

#10 for the drabble meme is so tempting given the last episode BUT i won't get into spoiler-y territory so 👀 how about instead #33 for zeke and his mom?

omg #10 is spicyyy 😅 I love a Zeke and Corinne moment though <3 things you said on the porch at 3 am

It had been Cora's idea to hop the fence into the junkyard - that was the first thing Zeke wanted to get straight. Corinne never cared where they went as long as they were back before the streetlights came on, but now it was 3am and they would go back off again in just a few hours. She was blowing smoke on the front porch so he swung a left to the side door, but Corinne had never needed her eyes on him to know where he was.

"Ey! Kumbayah, bidibidi.” (come by here/come here, little bird) “Ohh hey, mama. You still up?” Zeke sat down by her, casual. He rarely got in “trouble” per se, but he didn’t like worrying her. She just gave him That Look. You know the one. “Cora and them are back in the house. Just setting the scene before I say where and why we were - I made sure no cops were out, I brought first aid-” Corinne just started laughing. “Boy, you krak teet (crack your teeth/talk) so hard they finna break. Cora been told me about ya lil’ Spring Cleaning already.” “Oh...okay, cool. You’re not worried it’s dangerous? We’re not in trouble?” “You a smart bidi, baby. You have fun? Break som’n big?” Now Zeke laughed along with her. “Nahh I didn’t do much of the breaking. There was a lot of glass and shit and we didn’t have any of the right stuff to be safe so I kept an eye on everyone and make sure it went smooth. But I had fun.” Corinne sucked her teeth. “No good, bidi. Look ya: when I let y’all out, it’s cuz I know gravity do a better job keepin’ ya grounded than me. Eh?” “Ma it’s too late for Gullah-isms.” “Ok ok. I’m saying you don’ have to be a safety net. Next time, you better bring me back a piece of whateva you broke the mos’. Deal?” “Deal. Thanks, ma.” “Mmhmm. Now get sleep. Y’all gotta wake up early tomorrow to do some ‘spring cleaning’ in de house.” “I thought we weren’t in trouble!” “And I thought I said ‘before the streetlights come on.’” Corinne kissed him on the cheek then stood to head inside. “Night, bidi.”

[icyharrington]

Ok after procrastinating for hrs after getting home I was able to write an additional 1k words and some change for my upcoming Eddie fic. I have to stop now tho cuz I’m legit falling asleep while typing LMOO and I gotta be up early so. Yea ETA will most likely be friday, though ideally Id wanna finish it by late tomorrow night. But knowing my stupid ass brain…… yea I don’t trust myself to make any promises .

After I post that I’ll go back to writing some of the requests in my inbox that I haven’t gotten to! Meow ok goodnight teehee

[cdarkheartzero]

Diary of a Security Guard

For the always wonderful Rissy @rissynicole who I promised this to for being just...amazing.

Prequel found here-

https://cdarkheartzara.tumblr.com/post/622506786343288833

Data log entry 6555

Been watching Zim battle his PAK for a few (days) now. It has been SO mentally exhausting just to see, let alone experience. But that determination to get his PAK legs working. Imma be honest, it’s downright inspiring seeing him spaz, spark and struggle just to get back up n’ try it again once he catches his breath.

He even got Skoodge trying to activate his- few of the other smeets too, actually. I can’t tell whether he knows it or not (he’s pretty oblivious to the world around him so I doubt it), but he has a lot of fans among the youngins. They might find him annoying (cuz let’s be honest here, he is) but he has this unique…. charm(?) to him. Little bastard just doesn’t know when ta quit.

I can see the stress and strain of his struggles are starting to get to him though. He just hasn’t been himself lately. Physically Exhausted. Less destructive (again- lemme be honest- I AM ALL FOR but under normal circumstances). Hasn’t been doing much eating or sleeping. He’s just so fixated on this that it’s basically taken over his entire life. Can’t tell you how many times I have found him in the incubation room the past few shifts, tryin’ so damn hard to stand on his legs he basically passes out.

The smeets should be sleeping now. It’s pretty late and I see all the other guards settling into their seats relaxin’. Now’s the time to piss around, the break we all deserve. Alas, I can’t get that little shit outta my head. The pain on his face. The dedication and exhaustion in his eyes. It’s been burned into my organic brain ever since I had to stun him the first time. I don’t think I have ever been that scared before. I thought… I thought I could have killed him. That he wouldn’t be there the next morning. That this little ball of chaos would be erased from my life. And it was worse than anything I coulda imagined.

I wanna do something for him. I know I shouldn’t. ‘Specially after all the shit he puts me through. And I really shouldn’t play favoritisms but I dunno. There is just something about Zim.

Now, don’t get me wrong. He drives me crazy. He’s a little demon spawn. A selfish little piece of shit. More than once have I seen him sacrifice a playmate to make a quick escape or use poor Skoodge as a flesh shield. His bomb gifts haunt me very soul- I swear I hear them ticking in the walls relentlessly, taunting me. But he brings me such a calming ease. It’s so weird. Like… I wanna ring his neck sometimes but just having his little body in my arms brings me such warmth. His voice makes me want to slam my face against a wall but I honestly can’t fathom it not being there. I just want to be there for him. And do everything in my power to make him as happy as I can.

What did he do to me?

Ugh. I’m pulling my lekku out at my desk. Think, Zara. Think. There’s gotta be something I can do. I’m mindlessly fumbling through my clutter, still rackin’ my brain around what to do next. Suddenly, a sweet scent fills the air and I realize I opened my candy drawer.

Hmmmm…. it’s not much but it’s the thought that counts.

I look over to Kira and tell her imma need to take 5. “Candy break?” She asks, watching me sneak a few pieces away. “Something like that” I reply.

Walking down the hallway to the smeetery felt like an eternity. What do I say? How will he respond? Lord, what if he wakes the other smeets and I gotta clear out my whole snack stash to not upset the others? What if he cries? If his PAK spazes out again, what if I have to shock him again? What if I fail my mission? What will the control brains do to me? what if… what if I have to kill him? How would I live with myself if I...hurt my smeet? Shit. I gotta stop doing that. He’s not MY smeet. He belongs to Irk. I’m just a guardian, nothing more. But… I never want him to leave my side. But he also has a job to do! For Irk! I hope he never becomes an invader. Keep him here, where it’s safe. Maybe the science division or something… hmmmmm.”

“Uhhh…” I hear next to me, a random voice sounding concerned. It breaks my concentration and I see another guard, head slightly tilted, staring at me. “You good, man?”

Oh! Seems I have been standing at the door for some time. I laughed. “Yeah. Sorry. Just got a lot on my mind.”

“It’s cool” she smiled “just don’t let the higher ups catch you wandering around aimlessly.”

“I appreciate it. Thanks!” I said waving as she went about her way. “Higher ups?” Yeah. Not a whole lot of fear there. Nothing can be worse than what we’ve already experienced.

The door opened, inviting me to the darkness of the smeetery. Was it always so cold in here? The only light shines from a few wires and screens on the walls but other than that, it’s pretty pitch black. A totally different feel to the liveliness of the early shift when spirits are high and bodies are active. Luckily, our vision is enhanced in our tubes, far before we go online so nighttime is never an issue for us.

I creep over to the nesting area, where all the little bodies are snoozing (or snoring in Skoodge’s case) and see those ruby eyes staring at the ceiling. I notice his antenna perk and he looks my direction, instantly making a face of aggression.

“What?”

That the hell kinda greeting is that? Little rude shit. I wanna smack him outside his little skull but I take a deep breath and calmly whisper. “Ain’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“I’m your guard. It IS my business. Why ain’t you asleep?”

“I’m not tired.”

“Something bothering you?”

“No.”

I can see it written all over his face in glow in the dark paint. “Ah-ha. You really are a bad liar. Is it cuz your legs?”

“NO.” He turned to face away from me.

“Hey. Listen: you’re going to get it. I know you will.”

“But how come Tak could so easily? All mine do is attack me.”

“Just because she got it faster than you, that doesn’t make her better than you.”

“Zim never claimed it did.”

He’s hurt. His words and his feelings are battling against each other. Tak being able to activate her PAK legs without any difficulties was eating him alive but he would never admit it.

“Listen… Zim. It’s going to get easier. You just gotta keep at it. Small steps get you far in life.”

He shrugged, sitting up, curling into himself. “Zim wonders about that sometimes. Maybe… he isn’t meant to get it.”

There it is. “Of course you are.” I said, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. “I believe in you. You are going to find a way. You never give up. I don’t think you know how.”

He looked my way, eyes wide and glassy. SHIT. Imma make him cry!? I didn’t mean to!

“You… you do?”

Huh?

“Of course I believe in you, dummy. And I will be here every step of the way. I got you.” I said, grazing my thumb across his cheek. A smile took the place of that awful frown and his eyes lit. “Here. I got you a little something, but only if you try to get some sleep. You got a long day of training with your PAK and you need all the rest you can get. Oh, and don’t let anyone know I did this.” I said putting my finger to my lips.

I reached into a belt pocket and grabbed a wrapped hard candy. With two fingers I held it in front of him, he looked at it inquisitively. His grubby little hands reached for it and I let him grab it. He stared at it, slowly unwrapping it and Then glanced back at me. I guess he didn’t trust it.

“It’s not drugged or nuthin’. Just some sweets.”

Again, he stared at me.

“What?”

“Your accent is really weird.”

“Just eat the damn candy and shut up” I said, pushing the sweet into his mouth. He just huffed but suckled on.

“Now DON'T cause anymore problems and get some shut eye. I will see you bright n’ early.”

He just puffed his cheeks and rolled over. Think I handled that well. And maybe, hopefully tomorrow will be a better day for him.

Smiled and waved on my way out. Dunno if he saw me but it doesn’t hurt. Walked into the hallway, into dread. Leaned against the wall and slid down.

Us E.L.I.T.E.S can’t disobey orders from the Control brains but… I pray with everything I have in me that things stay like this forever. Cuz’ if i ever had my mission changed or if I had to hurt him… idunno what I would do.

Zara out

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Akira Otori Card story “Beware of staying up late”

Translation of Akira Otori’s initial 4* card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.  

Akira: Yah, take that!

Akira: Heheheh, I won again. And with this I’ve gotten complete victory on all matches against Will today♪

Will: You’ve been good at fighting games since forever, haven’t you. But still, it feels miserable that I kept losing… 

Akira: Then let’s have another round. It’ll be an other crushing victory for me though♪

Will: There’s no way I can back out now with you saying that, I accept your challenge

Will: Actually Akira, are you sure you don’t want to go to bed? You’ve been waking up early everyday to go out to run since you became a hero, right?

Akira: It’s ingrained in my body to wake up early everyday now, and lately I’ve been waking up on my own too, I can take it easy♪

Will: Yes, yes, how good of you to keep that up

Akira: Oi, don’t treat me like a kid

Akira: I’m finally a hero now, it’s obvious that I can!

Akira: And, I’ll be surpassing Brad before he’ll even know it, I’ll show him who’ll be the greatest hero here!

Will: That again… you know you’ll get scolded again if Brad-san or Oscar-san were to hear this.

Akira: Hell yeah! Victory!

Will: Aaah, the moment I looked away you…!

Akira: Heh, even if ya didn’t, it woulda still been my win. ‘Cuz you suck~

Will: Sigh, and here I thought my skills were average at best

Akira: Awright, one more time… 

Will: We should wrap it up here for today, we’ll need to be training early in the morning tomorrow.

Will: I’m off to sleep, make sure you don’t overdo it either, Akira

Akira: I know, I know. I’mma sleep too

Will: Okay. Then, goodnight

Akira: Hmm… I said I’ll sleep buuut, feels like I’m not too satisfied yet

Akira: Okay, I’ll hop online and have one more match…!

-

Akira: A successful combo of attacks! Hell yeah, another crushing victory!

Akira: Is every guy I run into some kinda noob or what, getting a bit boring to just keep on easily winning like that. Ain’t there a tougher guy or somethin’

Akira: Heheheh, guess there’s not a single guy that can win against me. AHAHA!

Akira: ...Woah, it’s already this late. I wanted to just do one match but ended up getting way too into it

Akira: Oh man it’ll be bad if I don’t go to bed now….

Akira: Huh? A challenge to fight? I was just thinking to stop though

Akira: Well, guess I’ll see what kind of guy it is

Akira: Geh! Ain’t their character looking exactly like Brad now. A hoity-toity baton user.....

Akira: Alright, I’mma beat his ass and go to bed

Akira: Fufufuh. If only I could do this to Brad in real life...

Akira: Geh, huh, wha-, hold u-.... Gwah!

Akira: No way…. I, I already lost…?

Akira: The moment the match started he fired off that ultra combo instantly, is that even possible!

Akira: Huh, a message from them? “Already done or what, you sore loser”...

Akira: HAAAH!? Who the hell does he think he is…. “Jet”?

Akira: Goddaaaamnit, NO way I’ll forgive him for this! I ain’t gonna sleep till I win!

Akira: One more round, Jet! I’m going to get your ass REAL GOOD this time!

-

Will: ….kira, Akira! Wake up!

Akira: Snzz...buh…..

Will: I was thinking how time was flying by and you weren’t waking up… look, you’re gonna be late!

Akira: Uuuh, what’re you panicking for, Will….

Will: Are you awake!? Come on, hurry up and get changed!

Akira: ….Still, wanna sleep….gimme few more mins….

Will: Even just a bit is out of the question, we’re gonna end up being late at the meet up! Wake up and get changed already!

Akira: T’is fine, fine...guh...

Will: It’s NOT fine…! Good grief, just till what hour did you end up gaming yesterday?

Akira: Hmmhn… Got fired up, dun’ remember…. In the end, I couldn’t win against that Jet guy...

Akira: I know I didn’t win… but next time, I’mma get him… dammit….

Will: Aagh, I shouldn’t have asked… If you can talk then get out of bed! Geez, I’ll just leave you here!

Will: I already thought something was strange since you didn’t go running, I knew should’ve woken you up then

Akira: Snzzz….zzzz….

Will: DON’T go back to sleep! Open your eyes!

Will: Please, it’s already this late! Brad-san and Oscar-scan will be furious with us if we’re late!

Akira: I ain’t scared of Brad or Osca-ah….ah?

Akira: Eh…. Wha- Aren’t we supposed to be there already!

Will: I’ve been saying that how many times now. Looks like you’re awake now, so I’ll be heading off now

Akira: Shit, I’ve gotta hurry! I‘ll be damned if I’m late….

Akira: Oi, wait for me, Will!