#don’t tell me miles g doesn’t do stuff like this

[nightowl374art]

if Gwen Stacy always falls for spiderman and Miles G. Morales was destined to be spiderman then that would mean another Gwen Stacy lives in dimension 42–correct?

[mayearies]

BAD HABIT miles g. morales x fem!reader

SUMMARY. miles can’t communicate. he has trouble recognizing his emotions, rio knows this. uncle aaron knows this. you don’t know this. you don’t really know anything is wrong, but you always wish him the best. but you can only wish upon the same star so many times until something changes. CONTENTS. miles being head-over-heels, mentioned break up, rio worrying for her son, uncle aaron being against the whole relationship thing, mentioned meeting his parents AUTHORS NOTE. haii i’m not back but ill feed you once every few months also format ib: luvjunie

rio .

mother knows best. we all know this. a mother knows when she sits on the couch and her 15-year-old sits next to her and starts going on about his girlfriend, how he’s everything she’s ever wanted that he’s in love.

but, a mother also knows her son. “miles, let me ask you something.” she sighed, “how much does she know about you? you tell me all these things about her, does she know the same?”

he paused, taking a soft breath, “i mean, no. but she doesn’t seem like she wants to know all that much.”

her brow creased, “if she’s dating you obviously she wants to know more about you. ¿de qué hablas?”

“yeah, i know, but she doesn’t really ask me.” his brows raised then creased a little.

confusion and concern.

“i’ll tell you one thing, girls tend to not say a lot of stuff that’s on their minds,” she cleared her throat, “they want you to tell them first. it takes a while for them to be comfortable with you.”

miles sighed and bit his cheek. now he was doubting you weren’t comfortable with him. you had only been dating a month.

“i just… want you opening up more. your uncle does too.” her voice turned softer. now miles felt a bit bad because he thought she was being unreasonable with the whole uncomfortable thing.

plus, uncle aaron knows he can’t open up like that to her. he barely has time for his hobbies because of this whole… prowler thing. so what the hell can he talk about? not to mention he can’t even talk to his mother about this because she doesn’t know that either.

“talk to her about comics-con!” miles groaned when she said that. “ma. no.”

rio pouted, “you gotta open up at some point, miles. i mean it.” she noticed one of his braids was slightly undone and braided it for him, “you’re like a shell now. i worry about you.”

miles kept quiet, after a bit he leaned on her shoulder and kept his eyes straight. “i know.”

they didn’t say anything else. rio knew miles knew already. he mumbled a ‘sorry’ and they left it at that with a kiss to his head. there wasn’t a point in talking anymore.

aaron .

“i’m tellin’ you, this isn’t gon’ work out well for you, man.” he warned, “someone’s gon’ end up getting hurt. both you, and her.”

“not like you liked her that much anyway.” miles muttered under his breath, sitting on the couch ans watching the news. just the same thing every week. sinister six this, sinister six that… god damn.

“i never said that, i just don’t want you making a mistake,” he huffed.

aaron was more rough around the edges than his mother, that’s for sure. he didn’t hate him but he was so serious sometimes for no reason. takes part in why he doesn’t talk about this stuff with him. not like he has a father figure to turn to anyway.

“how do you know i’ll make a mistake?” miles felt a bit more defensive now.

“because that’s how it goes—you fall in love, think everything is great, something goes wrong, everything crashes, you move on. it’s a cycle.” he paused before saying this next sentence. “how do you think your ma’s marriage went? think about it.”

miles softed a bit, but he was still a bit irritated. “you didn’t have to go that far.”

he knew that. but it was a perfect example of the worst thing that could have happened. miles sighed, sinking into the couch and turning off the tv. there was tension, and it filled the silence.

“you’re saying i shouldn’t be in love? it’s that bad to like someone?” he kept his eyes on the ceiling.

aaron sighed, finding a better approach to it. “be in love all you want. tell her all about you. your hobbies, what you like. you know how closed off you are, man.” he paused, “just… don’t tell her too much. don’t make a stupid mistake.”

“…alright.”

present day .

miles walked through the apartment door, looking the same as normal. but rio sensed something was off. “qué pasó?”

“nothing. hi, ma.” he kissed her forehead before walking off down the hallway. he didn’t really act like this. his mom could always tell the difference.

“how are you and your little girlfriend doing?” he chucked lightly, trying to make light.

“oh, uh… we broke up.” there was a long silence, “like, today.”

rio was not entirely surprised, but she couldn’t help but ask why. miles shrugged, not facing her.

“just because.”

@ MAYEARIES ‘24

[cat3ch1sm]

🐇~ HI EVERYONE! welcome back to my account :) im excited for today’s post because this is my first across the spiderverse writing! i hope you guys like it lol i couldn’t stop thinking about it (spiderman is my entire life now)

🐇𓆩♡𓆪☁️ fem!reader, sfw

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 <𝟑

~ miles g really does not like admitting he likes someone/ or even the idea of liking anyone at all. he obviously has things that are higher priority and he thinks it’s really a waste of time for the most part.

~ but then you come along,and he’s immediately enamored. like, imagine you’re just casually walking by miles while he’s sitting on his phone or whatever, and you accidentally bump into his leg. he looks up immediately to tell you to watch it, but instead is met with the most beautiful face he has literally ever seen. he legit double takes and completely forgets to even talk. you look down abruptly and are like “oh, i’m so sorry, i wasn’t paying attention!” you wait for him to say “it’s okay” or something like that, but when you look at him his expression is just blank. you kinda wave awkwardly and leave after that, and he watches you leave until you’re out of sight.

~ after you’re gone, he just sits there for a second before frowning and cursing at himself for being so caught up.

~…. “shit.”

~ miles g isn’t really the type to watch from afar, at least not for long. but for a short time, he does just watch you, admiring the way you do every little thing- smiling at your phone, the way you walk, how nice your voice sounds- things like that. it’s not long before he decides to make his move.

~the next time he sees you, he makes his move, cornering you when you’re alone and putting one arm beside your head so you can’t leave. needless to say, you’re definitely caught off guard when you turn around and are met with miles’ face- expression nonchalant and that unreadable glint in his eyes as usual.

~ yeah, don’t be fooled. miles is nervous as all hell and praying to every god imaginable that you don’t notice him shaking. but he isn’t the type to let fear or apprehension get in the way of something he wants.

~ “hey, you’re that guy i ran into the other day… um… hi!”

~ your smile almost makes him keel over. Jesus Christ

~ “hey, ma- glad you remember me. was wondering if you was tryna let me take you out sometime? i thought you were pretty.”

~ (yes, the whole atsv fandom has collectively agreed that prowler miles would call you “ma.” argue with the wall)

~ miles is crazy nervous for your response as he watches your expression furrow thoughtfully- but when you smile that smile again and say yes, he feels like a million weights have been lifted off his shoulder. sure, he’s the prowler, but he’s still a 15-year-old boy who probably hasn’t had a lot of experience in the dating arena.

~anyway, that was a fun little scenario- now let’s talk about miles actually going out with you, like how he is during the time where you’re going out but not quite exclusive.

~ the second he gets your socials, he’s all over them. he’s spending an amount of time he isn’t willing to disclose just stating at your pictures and admiring your beauty. he watches your TikToks religiously, liking them all, but literally immediately scrolls past the ones where you’re with any guy. he’s not jealous because he isn’t insecure, but he just does not care to see you with anyone else.

~ whenever you text him, unless he’s busy with prowler stuff, he’ll respond within like ten minutes at most. miles doesn’t want you to think for a second that he’s ignoring you or forgot about you. he has caught himself smiling slightly at his phone while he’s texting you every now and then, which he is so embarrassed about for no reason😭

~ yes, uncle aaron notices.

~ “aye, g, what’s got you cheesin’ at yo phone like that?”

~ “…nothin’, unc.”

~ “you know i can tell when you lyin’, right?”

~ “aw, c’mon-“

~”don’t even bother.”

- and rio notices, too.

~ “ay, miles, why are you on your phone so much lately? you know i don’t like- miles? what’s so funny on your phone?”

~ “nothing, mama.”

~ “nothing’s funny? then why are you smiling at your phone?”

~ “…uh…”

~ “waaaait…” *pause, hands on hips* “miles, are you talking to a girl?”

~ “mami!”

~ “so it is a girl! is it the same girl whose pictures you’ve been looking at lately?!”

~yes, she noticed that too.

~ “…mami!!”

~ “let me see!”

~ the next two minutes are miles and rio madly wrestling for his phone. (spoiler alert, rio wins.)

[enid-rhees]

can you do an enid x reader where while on a run they find a hurt dog (any breed, doesn’t matter) and they nurse it back to health and they adopt it? ty and i love ur writing :))

istg you send in the best requests i love this sm !! and tysm ^_^ !!

warnings: injured dog </3

A/N: reminder that requests are open! (you can send in as many as you’d like bc i’m currently in a writers block </3) just read pinned !!

“where do we need to go next?” you asked Enid, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car. she unfolded the map, tracing her eyes over the marked locations. “the… grocery store that’s like three miles down. just keep going straight.” she instructed, looking up from the map.

after she folded the map back up, your hands instinctively intertwined over the center console. “Rick said to try and find anything. he didn’t ask for anything in particular, we just need food.” Enid told you. you nodded, not taking your eyes off the road.

“we could try and find some canned goods i guess. we have the most luck with those.” you told her. “but it’s getting harder to find stuff.”

Enid shrugged, “as we find more people and expand Hilltop and Alexandria, the faster we run out and the more we completely empty out these stores. that why we need to try to find seeds as well. we can grow food more than find it.”

“yeah,” you agreed. “so, seeds and canned foods are the main goal.” Enid nodded. “exactly.”

after a few minutes, you finally found the grocery store Enid told you about. you pulled into the empty lot, not caring where or how you parked the car. luckily, there were no walkers surrounding the lot.

you both got out of the car, pulling out your knives from their holsters that wrapped around your legs.

Enid opened the door, cautiously looking around before allowing you to follow her. you smiled slightly at the small action she never stopped doing for you.

you went your separate ways in the store, digging out whatever you thought would be slightly useful. after you were done, you went to find Enid. you ended up finding her in the snack aisle.

“i thought we could have some stuff to ourselves. we can hide it in our bedroom.” she said. you giggled, taking a few of the bags out of her hands to put them in your backpack.

you helped her stand back up from the ground. as you were headed towards the exit, a loud crash came from the back room. you both whipped your heads towards the sound, debating whether or not you should go check out what it was.

“i think we should g-“ Enid started before loud barking followed by a whimper echoed through out. “it’s a fucking dog.” you told her.

“come on!” she said, running towards the back room door. you pulled out your gun as she rushed to open the door. when you entered the room, two walkers stood above the dog. you didn’t waste a second shooting both of them.

you both ran to the dog, and Enid bent down, immediately checking for injuries on them. she touched their right back leg, and the dog whimpered again. “their leg is broken, but they’re not bit.” she told you. you got down on the floor with her, examining the dog.

you let out a sigh of relief. “good, good. what should we do with them?” you asked. Enid pouted slightly, “i don’t wanna leave them here. they’re hurt and can’t walk, a walker will get them sooner or later,”

“okay,” you breathed out. “so… you want to take it home?” Enid nodded. “i’d really like to.”

you looked down at the dog again, “they’re a german shepherd. strong dog.” you said to her.

“okay. help me lift them up.” you both put your hands under them as gently as you could, lifting them up into Enid’s arms. “got them?” Enid nodded again.

you stayed in front of Enid and the dog as you made it back to the car. she carefully placed the dog in the backseat and got back in the passenger seat.

after you got in, you pulled out of the lot, going back in the direction towards Hilltop. “you should uh, tell Rick.” you told Enid. “i don’t think we can just show up with a dog.” you chuckled.

Enid laughed and pulled out a walkie from her bag and switched it on. she turned it to the right channel and called out Rick’s name, waiting for an answer.

“so uh… we ran into a slight problem while at the last stop.” Enid started, looking back at the dog. “what? what happened? are you guys okay?” Rick asked multiple questions, not letting Enid actually tell him.

“no- no we’re fine, Rick. we sort of… found a dog. they have a broken foot and i want to take it back to Hilltop and help them.”

Rick was silent for a moment, making you and Enid look at each other with worried expressions.

“a dog?” he asked. “…yeah.” Enid responded. “it’s a german shepherd.” you said aloud. “i didn’t want to leave it out there alone like that. they would’ve gotten eaten alive.” Enid told him.

“okay, it’s fine. just.. be careful when you come back. you don’t know how it can act after you patch it up.”

“we will. we’ll be back in like… ten minutes.”

Enid kept an eye on the dog as you drove back, trying to drive slowly over bumps to not hurt the dog. you finally started to see the tall gate that guarded Hilltop, and the two men at the watch tower signaled the other two to open the gate. you pulled in next to it and Enid hopped out first, immediately going to the backseat to get the dog out.

you started to walk fast towards the doctors building and you opened the door for Enid, letting her in first. Enid placed the dog on the table and started to fig through drawers as you gently pet the dog, hoping it would comfort them.

Enid came back with a roll of bandages in her hands. she tore off a few inches of it and started to wrap it around the dogs foot. they flinched a bit, but you continued to softly pet their fur.

“i think they need to eat.” you said to Enid. “they don’t look healthy. at all. you can see their bones.”

“we have chicken.” she said quickly. “i’ll be back.” Enid ran out of the room, leaving you and the dog alone.

you sat down next for them, leaning your head down so you reached their eye level. “you’re really pretty.” you mumbled to them. they leaned their head closer to you, giving your hand one small lick.

you smiled, “and you’re nice. that’s good to know.” Enid came back, furrowing her eyebrows at you. “are you talking to the dog?”

“they licked my hand when i called them pretty. they like me.” you defended with a laugh. Enid shook her head playfully, giving the dog small pieces of chicken.

“we can find actual dog food for them soon. maybe someone else can find some while we take care of them.” Enid suggested. “yeah. i like that.”

Enid walked over to you, sitting down in the chair next to you. she laid her head on your shoulder. “you know,” she started. “it might sound crazy, but i kinda wanna keep them.”

you nodded, “i do too. i think we should.”

“maybe we can start with a name first.” you stared at the dog, trying to think of a name that would suit them best.

“Leo?” you asked her. “i kinda like it.”

“Leo is cute.” she agreed, “maybe. we can work on it later,” she added. “i’ve always wanted a dog.”

“me too.” you said. “and i’m glad i get to raise one with you.” you turned your head slightly, pressing a short kiss to her head. “we will be such good parents.”

[philtstone]

My kingdom for hopeful-verse Miles and Kamala (platonically preferred) - any prompt you want, but I think 43 could be nice?

#43 -- piggy back rides part of this au im like 394834 years late answering this but i do finally have something to offer. what was originally meant to be a touching scene where the gang finally runs into kamala's family ended up as ... this ... because the pacing was a disaster and i couldnt salvage it. hopefully i will eventually write the other thing. thank u to @foolgobi65 and @firstelevens for being good friends and talking me thru some of my "uuuugh i hate writing" moments. we didnt quite make it thru but something definitely was achieved.

They break into Walmart through the smelliest part of the garden center. Miles has to carry Kamala piggy back style to do it, and so almost doesn’t catch AJ when he slips and falls face-first towards a big bag of fertilizer. AJ starts giggling upside down beneath the greenhouse window, one leg held up by last-second webbing and the other gripped in Bucky’s right hand. 

When Miles has pictured post-apocalyptic Walmarts in the past, he’s always imagined them to be abandoned. Like maybe some trashed empty shelves, or flickering lights. Spooky wind blowing through the place. That kind of shit. If they wanted to enter one, they’d break the door down, badass style, with the butt of their cool post-apocalyptic rifle.

Miles played through The Last of Us with Uncle Aaron and only got creeped out like, twice; he knows how this stuff works. 

They’d sneak through the empty place all vigilant (that’s a word Dad loved) and he’d grab all the Tylenols from the top most shelf no one else had reached while Peter or Bucky or Sam kept a careful eye trained on their surroundings, and if bad guys showed up, they’d do badass stuff and then drive away tires screeching in their cool getaway pickup truck.

Miles – who should really know better, given the multiple months of this world he’s lived through by now – thinks the reality of life is exponentially more stupid.

“Exponentially,” recites AJ, who has recovered from his near-fall (though Bucky still looks stressed) and is evidently getting more and more bored of holding tightly onto Aunt Sarah’s hand by the minute. “When somethin’ grows by means of a ma-the-matical component.”

He sing-songs mathematical, though he’s a smart enough kid to keep it all to a whisper. While AJ drags his feet, Aunt Sarah, who has been tense since they stepped foot out of Madame G’s house five hundred cross-country miles ago, and is tenser now post AJ-in-fertilizer disaster,  continues flicking her eyes around sharply. She’s fisted her free hand in her hoodie pocket where Miles knows she keeps her knife. Miles wants to tell her that he’s sure his spidey sense would notice if there were any bad guys behind the ant-be-gone displays, definitely, but a niggling little voice in his own head is also stressed out. 

“Is that right, baby?” she asks in an absent whisper.

“Momma, you gotta tell me if I got exponentially right.”

“You got it right, AJ,” says Miles.

AJ heaves the quietest Loud Sigh Miles has ever heard, “Like, we are exponentially not finding any drugs.”

“Pain medication,” Kamala mutters immediately, from over Miles’s shoulder. She twisted her ankle when they all jumped off the moving train.

… Yeah. Life’s been pretty crazy recently. Miles wonders what Dad would say about it.

“I don’t need drugs.”

“That’s exponentially false,” AJ offers.

“Technically,” agrees Miles, “ibuprofen is a drug.” 

“Um, there’s a total difference between necessary medication and drugs?” 

“Morally?”

“Yes,” Kamala hisses. Then she frowns. “No! Wait, no. Sometimes. Ugh – Miles!”

“You’re the one bein’ a hater,” he says, low voice, grinning. “It’s okay, we’ll steal you Tylenol instead.”

“Good,” she mumbles.

“... Which is also technically a drug –” 

Miles gets the last word before all three of them are quelled by Bucky’s silent raised eyebrow.

The reality of life — so much less cool than Miles’s imagination and video games — is that while the old Roxxon big box by the pier in NOLA had been ransacked and half cleaned out ages before Miles and Peter started sneaking in and out, this place is stocked. 

There’s stuff from the floors to the ceilings, and it’s making Miles a little dizzy with the sensory feedback. 

“Maybe it’s ‘cause we’re almost in Texas,” Kamala whispers wonderingly into his ear, as they peer around a corner at a giant car tire display.

It’s not like there are customers inside or anything, which makes the whole thing stupider. Just a big ass Walmart full of shit being guarded by bad dudes with guns, but just for that, they gotta sneak around.

“B.”

“Hm.”

“You know I don’t like splitting up,” Aunt Sarah’s voice comes out in a tense whisper.

They’re camped by electronics, trying to map their route. Miles can’t sense anyone in the aisles immediately close to them but they can still hear the occasional walkie talkie sound off and the distant opening and closing of the warehouse doors on the other side of the building, where the real action is happening. 

Aunt Sarah’s expressed this sentiment before, twice by now actually. The first time was when the whole idea was introduced. Like, hey, wouldn’t it be easier if we split up, and you guys grabbed groceries and jacked one of the big cargo trucks they’ve got sitting in the back lot with GreatValue: Part of Your Community plastered over the side, while we got Kamala’s pain meds? 

There was a whole thing where everyone argued about who was the best at hotwiring trucks. Peter and Sam eventually won out over Bucky, who Miles has a niggling suspicion wouldn’t have left Aunt Sarah and AJ and Kamala anyway. Ned and MJ are doing groceries, with the help-slash-protection of their new and terrifying Wakandan friend Captain Ayo, who Miles thinks actually probably has great taste in snacks.

“I know,” Bucky says, a very quiet statement out of the side of his mouth. His eyes are on the aisle in front of them, and the giant tire display, but something about the way he says it is like, he gets something Aunt Sarah isn’t saying that none of the rest of them can. Kamala claims they’re madly in love, which she told Miles about in the strictest confidence. Kamala is a big believer in being madly in love. Miles isn’t so sure, but the exchange does remind him of his mom and dad, which is an emotion so strong Miles’s already tripping senses stumble over themselves to cope with it, so he shoves it down and ignores it entirely. 

He focuses on Kamala’s uncomfortable squirming instead. The piggy-back ride is because her ankle hurt too much to walk on, and Miles figures it’s probably really sore by now.

“You okay?” he whispers, just to her.

“Ugh,” she admits. She wouldn’t have said anything like that to the adults, he knows.

“So I shouldn’t put you down?” She’d spent ten minutes arguing that she was too heavy for him, outside.

“I’d have a really bad limp,” she sighs, sounding miserable. Bucky’s still kind of limping too, on account of getting mauled by a giant rat thing. That’s what Sam said, anyway.

“Besties in limping,” Miles says, which is worth it for Kamala’s quiet giggle. Aunt Sarah hears them and reaches out her free hand to rub Kamala’s back.

“Escalator route,” Bucky decides on finally. AJ looks up with large and solemn eyes, hopeful that they’re finally gonna get a move on. “There by the freezers, there are enforcers. We go behind the escalators, we won’t run into anyone.”

Aunt Sarah stares hard at the frozen foods aisle, then at Bucky. “How do we know, behind the escalators –?”

“Miles,” Bucky whispers. It’s so low Miles could pretend not to hear him if he really wanted, which is kind of impressive given that they’re sardined so close together Miles is basically breathing in the poor guy’s ear.

“I don’t sense anyone,” Miles says, maybe a little less confidently than he means. Kamala shifts her hands nervously where they clasp around his neck, and the plastic beads from one of her bracelets dig into his collar bone. He clears his throat. “Remind me again why I couldn’t have just grabbed us this shit on my own and got out?”

“Zappy invisibility doesn’t make up for the power of friendship?” Kamala offers.

Bucky shoots them another look over his shoulder. 

“No. Interstate is on the other side of the lot anyway. Going around would’ve been more dangerous.”

“Dude,” Miles says, “how do you do that. You’re like barely moving your mouth.”

“Uncle B used to be a ninja,” AJ whispers solemnly from the floor, now completely resigned to his boredom.

“It’s ‘cause his mom was from New Jersey,” says Kamala. “Everyone from Jersey has mad skills.”

Bucky makes a face, like, why did I ever tell a bunch of kids about my life. Miles is sympathetic.

“I think being from Jersey should count against you in a court of law,” Miles says. “Anyway, no way, B’s a New Yorker.”

“His energy gives matrilineal skill adoption,” Kamala whispers.

“What’s matrilinear?” asks AJ.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” mutters Bucky.

Miles and Kamala grin; AJ makes a shocked Pikachu face at the cuss.  

Aunt Sarah looks tense again. “James.”

He sighs, recalibrates, turns to her: “We’ll be fine.” The hard staring thing resumes. After a second Bucky’s mouth moves, and this time no sound comes out at all, except it kind of looks like he’s saying honey. At any rate, Aunt Sarah’s expression softens. Miles feels Kamala breathe in sharply and dig her fingers into his shoulder like dude, dude, see?! 

Bucky turns back to look at them and Miles tries to school his expression into something totally chill and not interested in the grown-up drama.

“Clear line of sight. You guys good for the rear?”

Miles puffs his chest out a little. “You kidding? With our combined powers?”

“Me and Miles are like a quadruple threat for government watch lists,” Kamala whispers, a crooked tilt to her grin.

Miles tries very hard not to snort out loud. He makes a dumb choking sound instead; Bucky sighs.

The reality of dystopian Walmarts might suck, but it's kind of nice that he has Kamala around, to make dumb jokes about it with. With that thought, they plow forward, to secure the drugs.

"Pain meds!" Kamala hisses, and Miles grins.

[aroaceaunt]

Swirling around in the shitter these past 3 weeks

That is, if we had water

This week has been garbage. Shit, since Xmas, life has been hot garbage. Join me in the Saga that is my past three weeks.

The Tuesday after Xmas, I get into work. 15min after being there, I realize we don't have water. I assumed the pipes froze.

I called my new boss, J. He tells me that he knows. He was in on Monday. And then he didn't tell me he did anything.

No water is an emergency.

We did have extra water from our water cooler.

He comes in and doesn't seem bothered by our lack of water. Super nonchalant about it. Found out that my coworker, on his own, contacted the property manager. J apparently didn't care.

Wednesday, plumbers come in. They fix something, but the well needs to be looked at. That's a different person. Well people come in Thursday. Fix something. Plumber has to come back. Not upset at the time it was taking the professionals to do their stuff. It was a hectic week for them because of the cold

On Wed, V and I complained to J that the bathrooms stunk. Instead of reassuring us that he was on it, he told the story of stepping in toddler pee. WTF

Friday, after a week, he has a water buffalo come in. A water buffalo that the company owned. Not rented, but owned. Why the fuck wasn't it on site Tuesday morning!

Friday we went around making sure to properly flush all the toilets. We spent 90 minutes filling up the 5 gallon containers from the water cooler and dumping water into toilets. BTW, the men's room for the mechanics stunk. Stunk like they never thought to clean their fucking restroom, stunk.

Friday the plumber stated he needed a part and it won't be in until Tuesday. I get it. Long weekend.

I was pissed about the water buffalo. J knew we had a problem before anyone else and didn't do anything. He didn't get water delivered until 5 days passed. When approached, he tried to laugh it off.

WTF

J and I finally talked on Thur the following week, I told him I was mad. If we would have talked on Friday, I wouldn't be working for him anymore. Either I would have quit or been fired for being a cunt. [I didn't say cunt, but I would have been]

Things calmed down last week. I had enough money to pay off my car loan and 2 of the higher interest student loans. That frees up $500. fuck yeah!

And then I went full Dukes of Hazard on a large deer carcass sitting in the middle of my lane at 50 mph Thurs morning. It was in a construction area, so there was no shoulder. A car was coming the other way. I thought I was fucked. Looking back, I wish I was.

I got to work fine. The plastic fascia of the bumper had minor damage. So I now work for a car dealership. I was able to run to a dealership a few miles south of us. They put my car up and looked. No damage. But there is an oil leak. I knew about the leak. It's been about a month. I was going to fix it next.

Sunday, I get in my car and head [to the city]. On the main road where there is no shoulder, my car says it's running too hot and to turn the engine off. Where there is no shoulder. I make it to a light and pull safely over. There was no coolant fluid. WTF, but ok. luckily I had some in my car. I dump it in, but decide against going to into the city. I don't think it was damaged by the deer.

Monday morning, I get in my car. It takes a long time to heat up. Like, the ice on the windshield should have been completely melted halfway to work. WTF!

I'm the first into the office. I walk in and smell something... off. I'm not awake so I can't place it. I sit at my desk and eat breakfast. As I wake up, I can smell it more. And it's stronger near my wall...

At the bottom of cubicle walls, there is a channel for cables. I open that up. Dead mouse

WTF!!

I clean it up, but the smell lingers. What is it?...Mouse pee. From the dead mouse. Joy

J comes in shortly after. I tell him what happened. He says there should be a desk somewhere in the company that can be brought over. He'll have maintenance get it.

"Ok," I tell him. "I'm going to disassemble the desk." He tries to get me to stop. I don't know if he didn't think it was a problem, or didn't think I could take it apart. Like i'm a helpless woman.

Fuck that. I cleaned it off. Me and A tore it down.

Riding that wave of energy, I called a mechanic up the road to have my car looked at.

Tuesday, I get a new desk. I spend the day setting everything back up. Frustrating and physically exhausted, but I have a clean work area again.

Wed I take my car to the mechanic. He looks it over and calls me. The oil cooler on the turbo is leaking. It'll be $1500 to fix. $1500 to fix the car I just paid off.

That also has a heater problem.

With 133K miles.

That car?

I ask the mechanic how long I could go with adding oil as it runs low. Instead of answering, he goes on a spiel about cheap cars having no sensors to detect oil levels and completely avoids my question. I tell him I don't want the repairs

Fuck! Why did my car survive hitting the deer? If there was any damage, my insurance would have [most likely] totaled my car and I'd have a down payment for a new one

fuck!

A week after paying the damn thing off, It needs to be gone. I was going to have $500 freed up from the loans I paid off. I'll be lucky to have $200. So now it's onto a car hunt.

J said that he'd personally help me find a car. Maybe working for a car dealership will have a benefit after all.

[malk1ns]

december twenty-one: walking around the city at night to look at the lights and window displays

It’s always nice to go into the Christmas pause on a positive note with the team, but as Sidney’s slowly cooling down on a bike, he can’t help but feel a little dissatisfied.

Not with the game, no, and certainly not with their place in the standings. Despite it all, the Penguins are coming together. The new lines are working, special teams are clicking along, and Sidney’s starting to feel optimism rising again. There’s a lot of season left, but there’s a lot to like about his group this year.

He’s not sure what’s up with Geno, though.

Sidney spent most of yesterday at Geno’s house, helping him decorate the tree and half-watching whatever hockey games were on, and he’d had some vague idea about hauling Geno out after the game to walk around and look at the Christmas decorations—some of the houses in Sidney’s neighborhood go all-out. Geno had been tense, though, keeping a pointed distance between them on the couch, steering conversations back to team stuff and shallow, neutral conversations whenever Sidney tried to nudge him into something a little more flirtatious.

Sidney isn’t sure what he did wrong, what spooked Geno into backing off.

He thinks through the last couple of weeks as he showers, and he’s so deep in his thoughts that he almost bumps into Geno out in the hallway where he’s been cornered by Yohe. Geno’s got his pleasant media face on as he talks, but his eyes are a little wild, and Sidney sidles over to smile blandly at Josh until he turns the recorder off, wishes them a happy Christmas, and leaves.

“Thanks,” Geno mutters, scrubbing at his hair. “I think they’re all leave already and he’s, like, wait for me outside room. Don’t know why.”

Sidney frowns, thinking about Yohe’s article after the Rangers game the other day. “Yeah, me neither. You should tell Jen, he doesn’t need to be lurking around for quotes from you, he gets plenty from everyone else.”

Geno shrugs. “It’s fine, maybe he’s write nicer about me if I talk to him more.” His tone is some approximation of humorous, but misses by a mile.

Sidney takes a breath and deliberately puts the subject aside before it makes him too angry. “Hey, is everything good?” he asks instead, matching Geno’s stride as he starts to walk to the parking lot. “You were kinda…I hope I didn’t overstep yesterday, with the tree and everything. Are we okay?”

Geno doesn’t answer, and when Sidney looks over he’s chewing his lip. Sidney reminds himself to slip some Aquaphor into Geno’s locker after their next practice. “It’s fine,” he says finally, still in that horrible faux-jolly voice. “No problems, we have good day, watch hockey. It’s good.”

“Geno,” Sidney says, reaching forward and grabbing Geno’s arm and pulling them both to a stop. “Hey, will you stop? What happened? You were acting weird yesterday, don’t tell me you weren’t. What’s up?”

Geno shifts on his feet, looking anywhere but at Sidney. “Nothing up,” he repeats, but his voice doesn’t sound sure at all. “I’m already say, we do tree, we watch games, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, but—” Sidney starts, frustrated. He gestures between them. “I thought…I mean. We’ve been. Haven’t we?” His voice goes up with his last question, making him sound vulnerable in a way that he hates.

“We’ve what!” Geno snaps, shaking Sidney’s hand off his arm. “Sid, you’re like, Emma leave like five seconds ago, and now you’re…” He trails off, staring at Sidney with big hangdog eyes.

Oh. Sidney should have seen this coming. “She just officially moved out at the end of summer, sure, but G, we’ve been…we weren’t in a good place for a while. She wasn’t happy, and it was my fault. I wasn’t focused on her. I haven’t had her as my priority for…well, for longer than I’m comfortable saying. It wasn’t ever fair to her, and she got sick of it, and I shouldn’t have let it carry on as long as it did, not when I finally realized who I was… Well.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m not running out looking for a replacement. I’m not lonely because it’s Christmas and looking for the closest alternative to make myself feel better. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Geno finally meets his eyes, and Sidney holds still as he looks him over, searching his expression for something.

Finally, Geno nods slowly. “Yes, ok, I’m understand. I…” He hesitates. “Team is important, Sid. It’s good, this year. I’m stay for a lot of reason, but I don’t…we can’t have risk, have bad thing with captains, you know?”

Sidney’s nodding before Geno even finishes talking. “I would never do anything to jeopardize what we’re doing here. Not ever. We have a job to do, and that’s too important to screw up because I’ve got some…impulsive idea that I just go after without thinking it through. It’s important to me, and…you’re important to me. Okay?”

Geno looks down at the floor, but Sidney can see a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, okay.”

“Good,” Sidney says, blowing out a breath of air. “Good. Hey, I was going to see if you…maybe you’re tired, but the decorations in my neighborhood are really good this year. Do you want to come walk around and look at them for a little with me? It’s not too cold out, but everything looks great with the snow.”

Geno groans, but it’s performative. “Yes, fine,” he says, with a big put-upon sigh. “Sidney Crosby, so obsessed with Christmas. Maybe I call NHLPA and give them story for player profile, it’s biggest news of the year.”

“Yeah right,” Sidney says, nudging Geno as they start walking again. “Hey, my parents are getting into town tomorrow. They’d really like to see you this year. Do you think you can make some time for them?”

a series of ficlets based on the prompts in this post—with a few added and modified to suit my purposes :)

december one: A lends mittens to B even though they are way too big but B is blissfully happy and doesn’t plan on giving them back

Sid’s insistence on being the most Canadian Canadian to ever live is gonna kill him one day, Zhenya thinks, watching idly from the bus as Sid subtly flexes his bare fingers after pocketing his sharpie, shifting back and forth on his feet and gamely making conversation with the fans who’d found where their bus was parked at the arena and asked for autographs.

They’d hit the jackpot—everyone was in a good mood after the win, so Jason had the group of three stand near the bus door, and as the team filed in they all paused to sign something, endure a little small talk, and maybe take a picture or two. Even Zhenya had ducked down and done his best to smile naturally for a selfie, trying not to grimace even though his knee was aching at having to crouch so low to get in the frame.

Sid, though. Sid had been last in line as always, darting outside with his curls still wet against his jacket collar, and of course he’d been stuck with the brunt of the fan adoration—and he didn’t have on gloves.

Finally, Sully leans out of the bus door with a smile Zhenya knows is as fake as Sid’s jawline, saying something Zhenya can’t quite make out; whatever it is, the fans disperse, and Sid finally gets on the bus, scowling at the sarcastic round of applause Zhenya leads.

“Fuck you all, sorry for being nice,” he snaps, which is weak even for Sid.

He makes his way unsteadily down the bus aisle, holding onto the seat backs as the bus rumbles into motion; a particularly strong jolt as they go over a speed bump almost sends him toppling into Zhenya’s lap.

Zhenya steadies him, but instead of leveraging him back into the aisle, tugs him down further, scooting over to the window and pushing Sid down into the aisle seat.

“Hey,” Sid protests, but it’s perfunctory, and as soon as Zhenya pulls his hands back Sid relaxes into the seat, curling up a little into himself.

Zhenya opens his mouth, a chirp about how Sid being too bottom-heavy to be so clumsy at the tip of his tongue, but he stops, eyeing Sid’s trembling hands with disapproval.

“Sid,” he scolds, hooking his foot around the strap of his bag and tugging it out from under the seat in front of him, “where gloves? Hair all wet, no hat, no gloves—you gonna freeze. Not smart.” He bends down, splaying his knees out and knocking into Sid’s, pawing through his bag until he finds his own gloves. “Here, put. Stupid, Sid.” He shakes the gloves in front of Sid’s face.

Sid wrinkles his nose and snatches them away from Zhenya, dropping one in his lap and examining the other. “I was fine, G, stop fussing, you’re turning into your mom. It’s warm in here anyway.”

“Put,” Zhenya insists, staring down his nose at Sid until Sid slips the glove on with an aggrieved sigh, tugging it as far down his wrist as he can.

He wiggles his fingers at Zhenya, then jabs his hand into the seat back in front of him. The material collapses until his fingertips hit the seat. “Jesus, your hands are big,” Sid observes.

Zhenya’s glad the bus is warm and he’s still got his coat on—an easy way to explain the sudden rush of heat to his face. Because that’s—Sid doesn’t mean it that way, Zhenya knows that, but when he says it like that, with his voice all low and raspy from yelling during the game, looking at Zhenya from the corner of his eyes, it sounds like a come-on. Zhenya’s heard less blatant lines in the gay bars he sneaks away to sometimes.

Sid’s still looking at him. His cheeks are still pink and chapped from the chill outside, and his hair is curling as it dries. Zhenya swallows, forces himself to poke his tongue through his teeth. “No, is normal, you’re just smallest,” he says, jostling Sid with a sharp elbow.

Sid rocks away, then back into Zhenya’s side. “You can think that,” he says casually, working his bare hand into the other glove. “Thanks, G. I’ll give them back to you later.”

“Okay,” Zhenya says, looking out the window and trying to ignore Sid’s thigh pressed along his like a brand. Sid isn’t cold at all.

[bchanslvr]

better turn of events // d.m x fem!reader

word count - 2k

warnings - deepthoarthing/blowjob, pet names, degrading, sort of brat!reader, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, neck kissing, begging, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, breeding kink, fluff and nipple play (not proof-read)

summary - giving draco a blowjob in an alcove but it turns into something better that leaves you not being able to stand properly for a while

a/n - happy birthday blondie <3

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glimmering eyes were wet with tears. lashes fluttering close, lips swollen and wet. cheeks tinted and stained with salty eyewater, and mouth full of draco.

you were both hidden from all sights; in an unknown alcove in a dark corridor at hogwarts, were you were giving him a blowjob.

his chest heaved, head thrown back, as his fingers tugged harshly at your curls.

you sucked him like you were starving, tongue coming up to lick the ever-flowing pre-come from his sensitive slit. working your mouth all the way to the base once again, delighted in the sharp inhale above him.

draco let out a shuddering breath, "fuck. i knew that mouth of yours must be good for something"

you could only whine softly, mouth already occupied.

"what was that? want me to fuck your mouth?," the pale fingers in your hair tightening.

you bucked forwards, a moan leaving your mouth only describable as yes.

"yeah? want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours? till your sobbing and sore?"

you bucked again, moaning loudly as you sucked on his head. the vibrations of your lewd sound sent shocks up draco's spine till he was groaning loud, thankful that he remembered to place a silenco.

"oh fuck y/n," he rasped out as he grabbed a fist-full of your hair.

"stay still for me—good girl," he began thrusting into your mouth almost immediately, speeding up the pace gradually till he was hitting the back of your throat over and over again.

fucking his cock into your mouth with a speed that could only be known as cruel. tears welling up in your pretty eyes, that spilled down like waterfalls. your hands obediently placed on your lap, aching cunt so close but you didn't move a muscle.

draco's erratic thrusts increased, he breathed as if he'd ran a hundred miles and back, hips never stopping as he continued to hit the back of your throat over and over again.

loud profanities left his mouth, his nails scratching your sensitive scalp, electing another sweet moan from your spit-licked lips.

and that was all it took. he let out an almost animalistic growl as he shoved his prick as far as he could down your throat. flooding your senses with his release, to which you greedily swallowed. some leaking out your mouth.

he pulled out his softening length, breath ragged, and eyes closed shut as he tried to catch his bearings.

and once he did, he thought he'd finish a second time right there. you looked utterly beautiful. so delectable and gorgeous down on your knees for him.

your eyes were still glimmering, the tears drying against your blushed cheeks, lips undoubtedly swollen red, his release still evident in the corners of your turned lips.

you were panting hard, trying to catch your own breath. struggling to stand up again after being on your knees for so long.

but once you did, you wiped away the evidence of this whole encounter with your wand, face no longer burning, lips normal, breathing calm, and hair well kept like it had when you brushed it this morning.

you looked at draco and smirked. lips turning up to a sharp smile as you dropped down to pick up your book bag once more. you tried to make your way out before draco grabbed your wrist,

"where do you think you are going? i'm not done with you yet," he said, the hand on your wrist loosened but instead he cornered you against the wall of the alcove, blocking you from the entrance.

you merely smiled, "well, potions starts in a few minutes and if i don't get going now i'll be late, and snape will lecture me and detention" you said, ever the tease you were.

imaging how good he'd use you later if you left him hanging right were he was now.

draco laughed, "since when did you care about being late?," he asked, his breath tickling your cheek.

"since now," you said cheekily.

"well that's too bad, because i'm still fucking you against this wall till you're screaming my name"

"hmmmm, not feeling it right now sorry," you said maneuvering away from your boyfriend's grip.

"oh?," draco's face turned into a confused frown. hands locking themselves around your hips to stop you from leaving once again.

"did i do something wrong?," he asked pouting. cock already filled and pressing against your abdomen.

"no dray, you didn't do anything wrong"

"then what's up?"

"well it's⎯"

before you could answer you were interrupted by his lips on yours, a gasp leaving your own as he bit down non-too gently on your bottom lip.

his tongue penetrating your mouth and swallowing all your sounds. you couldn't help it as your book bag dropped to the floor, hands automatically looping themselves around his neck. pulling him impossibly closer.

you both broke apart for air, panting as you looked into each other's eyes. he smirked as he said "well someone doesn't mind this too much now does she?"

you felt your skin heating up against his lust-filled glare, arousal pooling in your panties all over again. you whined languidly as you buried your face in his shoulder mumbling softly, "fuck off".

he chuckled as his hands made quick work of your button-up that was soon on the floor like the rest of your layers in quick-session.

his hands were all over you, gently teasing every area of skin he found.

"you're so pretty," he murmured as his hands finally moved behind your back to unclasp your bra. licking his lips as he let it fall to the ground. hands immediately kneading the soft, warm flesh of your tits.

your moaned softly as his fingers brushed against your perked nubs, one hand twisting and pulling as the other made it's way south.

he launched himself onto your left nipple hungrily, sucking gently as he pulled it with his teeth.

his other hand reaching your soaked panties as he pressed hard were your clothed clit was. you moaned loudly, head tilted back as he continued sucking. fingers now rubbing the area softly, making you soak your underwear further.

you pulled your bottom lip under, brows scrunched in pleasure as he made you feel over the edge already. the fast figure eights on your cunt, and the mouth on your nipple not helping your fast-approaching orgasm.

"f-fuck, so close dray. so close," you whimpered. breathing hard as your eyes rolled back.

he could feel your walls clench under him, your body twitching in the process.

but just as you began to be drowned in pleasure he pulled away, leaving you and your cunt aching. a dry sob escaping your lips as you finally opened your eyes to look at him.

really look at him; his hair a mess, pupils blown wide, and lips wet saliva.

"draco please," you whined. hips bucking as you chased after his hands again.

"what do you want darling? tell me," he murmured against your lips as he began shedding himself of his own clothes, starting with his pants.

"want you dray, oh want you so bad"

"yeah? my pretty baby wants me so bad? hm? so desperate for my cock aren't you, you pathetic whore."

you whimpered as he revealed his pale white skin, so smooth and beautiful. he looked like a greek statue. like he was craved from zeus himself. his perfectly sculptured jawline, his hard chest, his ocean blue eyes, his silky soft hair. he was perfect.

you got lost in counting the small freckles on him that you didn't notice when his cock began rubbing itself on your still clothed cunt.

he noticed of course, smiling proudly of himself as he hooked two fingers under your chin to make you look at him.

"my eyes are up here sweetheart," he said. smiling as his hand jerked him off slowly. "i love you," you whispered. a smile of your own blossoming on your face as he attacked your mouth once more.

kissing you soundly as he mumbled a i love you too against your lips as his hands made their way to pull your panties off of you.

your lifted your legs as he pushed it down to the floor, finally able to look at you at your fullest and merlin were you a sight for sore eyes.

he couldn't remove them from your glistening cunt, eyes clouded with lust as he dragged two fingers through your wet folds.

thumb caressing your clit as he pushed the two digits in you gently. your wet entrance spasming around him.

"no draco, oh please i'm ready. i want you please please," you begged as he pumped his fingers in you too slowly for your liking.

draco hummed as he continued torturing you with his fingers, free hand holding your hips down.

"draco," you whined as his fingertips brushed your g-spot. thighs shaking as you welcomed his lips on your neck.

his soft lips grazing your tender skin, leaving gentle kisses as he sucked on your soft spot. no doubt leaving a hickey for you to hide later.

his hot breath fanning across your cheek as he kissed you again. tongue begging for entrance against your bottom lip till you let it.

nimble fingers inside you never stopping their ministrants as you continued to beg and sob.

"pleasepleasepleaseplease," a long string of curses leaving your lips as his fingers assaulted your sensitive spot.

"you look so pretty like this. spread out on my fingers. i can't wait to shove my cock inside you and fill you full with cum," he breathed.

"then do it. do it please, i beg you. i need you inside me draco. please i need you so fucking bad," you cried. desperate with need.

his patience finally breaking as he let out a quite growl. removing the fingers in you.

before you could whine at the loss you felt the head of prick rubbing up and down your wet pussy.

"is this what you want? for me to stuff you fill with my cock and cum?"

"fuck⎯yes yes yes yes," you begged as your wetness dripped down your thighs.

"look at you. so desperate for my cock. you're such a needy little whore. my needy little whore"

and with that, he pushed himself all the way inside you in a single thrust. you cried out as he bottomed fully inside of you. his own breath out of control as both his hands held onto your hips.

"up," he commanded as you jumped up enough to wrap your legs around his waist. heels digging into his back.

"good girl. you ready?," he asked as he pulled out all the way till only his tip was surrounded by your heat.

you nodded, all your words caught in your throat. and once he got the queue he slammed into you. your head hitting the wall behind you as your eyes rolled back.

you moaned loud and clear as he began thrusting at a brutal pace. your breath coming out in sharp inhales and exhales as your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving pretty, angry red cresent moons on his skin.

he groaned as he felt your walls clench around him, "so tight for me dove. so fucking good for me," he said mindlessly as he continued fucking you in big hard thrusts.

"oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!," you moaned over and over as his fingers were on you once more. rubbing vigorously on your swollen clit.

he moaned low when you tightened around him. burring his face in your neck as his thrusts grew harsher.

your high was fast-approaching once more with the hand on your clit, his cock stuffing you full and the soft groans and praises in your ear.

"dray so close, 'm gonna cum," you screamed as you screwed your eyes shut in pleasure.

"shit⎯i'm so close too baby," he said. light-headed with your hot velvet walls clenching around his throbbing prick tighter.

"cum with me baby, cum with me. cum around my cock as i stuff you full with my seed," he mumbled.

your yes coming out in your endless stream of babbles. both your breathing shaking as he slammed his hips onto yours over and over. your legs trembling as your mouth fell open in a perfect "O" as blinding pleasure over came you.

"i'm cumming dray! oh fuck i'm cumming, draco!" you cried as you came with his name on your lips.

his hips stuttered as he shoved himself as deep as he could, spilling his seeds into you. stuffing you full on him. "y/n-" he groaned as he finished himself in you completely.

the both of you staying still for a few minutes to catch your bearings. your head dropping onto his shoulder in exhaustion.

"fuck that was amazing baby, you did so well. such a good girl f'me so good for me. i love you so much," he said. murmuring into your hair, as he inhaled your scent.

"i love you more dray, so much more. you were so good, so nice and full now," you mumbled into him as he gently coaxed your legs of his hips to let you stand.

softened cock slipping out your wet hole as he stood back. groaning as he watched his cum drip out of your abused pussy.

"so good for me," he comforted as he fished for his wand in the clothes laying on the ground. eventually finding it and casting a strong cleaning spell that got rid of the cum, sweat and after smell.

helping you put on your now rumpled clothes as you fixed yourself. draco doing the same as he adjusted his tie.

you bent down to throw your book bag over your shoulder once more. legs shaking as you attempted to stand without falling over.

he chuckled as he helped you up fully. your brain trying to process everything and trying to remember of the events that were supposed to happen instead of being railed against a wall till you can't stand properly.

and that's when you remembered potions, shit. you cursed. class must be over now, what were you going to say to an absence now?

he seemed to understand what you were thinking as he snickered, "not funny draco," you said grumpily as you hit his shoulder playfully.

"yeah yeah, it's okay i'll figure out something to tell him don't worry"

you smiled as you pecked him on the cheek, "fine, let's go now come on"

your fingers lacing his with his hands as you pushed open the door. the light of the evening almost blindly you as you breathed in fresh-air. a soft sigh leaving your lips as you squeezed his hand.

"i'm still mad at you you know," you said as you glared at him.

"for what? you enjoyed yourself immensely don't lie," he said smirking.

"don't act so cocky malfoy. you won't get this again if you do," you said harshly.

"okay okay i'm sorry. not really," you smacked him on the head for that.

"ouch! fine! i'll take you to my dorm, and i'll run us a bath, and get you your favorite snacks and we can cuddle? truce?," he asked as he smiled cheekily down on you.

a bath, snacks and cuddles did sound really nice right now. "fine." you replied simply. watching as he let out a relived sigh.

"let's go then," he said. lacing his fingers through yours again.

"okay," you said smiling. he gave you a small peck on the forehead before dragging you back to his dorm for a well deserved night.

today was sure a lot of fun, but you couldn't wait to be in his arms and surrounded by his warmth. the feeling of being so thoroughly loved by a person lingering on your skin and mind as you drifted of to sleep in his bed.

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[little-fam-ily]

Build a Bear (Sanders Sides Agere Oneshot)

Read it on ao3

Rating: G

Word Count: 4,079

Characters: CG Logan and Patton, Agere Virgil

Pairings: Queerplatonic Analogical, platonic Analogicality

Warnings: Kink mention

Summary: In which Logan and Virgil take a trip to Build a Bear (brought to you by a Build a Bear employee).

Virgil’s eyes widened as he stared at the commercial on the TV. It was for Build a Bear, talking about how you can put different sounds in ‘your new furry friends’. He smiled around his pacifier. “Lolo!” He called to Logan, his caregiver.

Logan popped his head in from the kitchen, “What is it?” 

Virgil pointed to the TV. Logan was able to catch just the end of the ad. “Virgil, I don’t think-” He stopped himself as he looked at Virgil’s wide, pleading eyes. “Oh, oh Virgil, don’t,” He sighed, “You know what the puppy eyes do to me.”

Virgil just let out a whine. Logan looked at him sternly, “You know they’re very expensive, Virgil.”

He nodded, “I know…” He glanced away, cheeks red. Logan shook his head, thinking about it, “Well, it’s almost your birthday anyway, We’ll make a day of it.”

Virgil smiled wide, “Weally?”

Logan nodded, “Really really.”

Virgil jumped up and embraced him in a hug, squeezing tight, “T’ank you, Lolo!”

Soon the day came, and Virgil and Logan sat in the car, getting ready to go into the mall. Virgil was sucking his thumb, and Logan was looking at him with concern, “Do you think you can be big enough to pass?”

Virgil glanced at him, cheeks turning pink. He dragged his thumb out of his mouth, stopping at the tip where he could still bite down.

Logan sighed, “Better.” He paused before he spoke up again, “Virgil, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You don’t have to hide it if you don’t want to.”

Virgil whined, “I jus’, don’ wan’ people t’inking i’s kink.” He murmured around his thumb.

Logan nodded, “That’s understandable. But what we do is none of their business. I’m pretty sure the average person doesn’t care, and if they do, then they’re not a good person.”

Virgil glanced away. Logan let out a sympathetic breath, “Well, if you’re ready I’m ready.”

Virgil nodded. Logan stepped out of the car, then helped Virgil out of the car. They walked into the mall holding hands.

The line to Build a Bear was already a mile long. They got in, and Virgil was ancy with anticipation. The wait seemed like hours. Logan could tell he was getting impatient, so he squeezed his hand. They smiled at each other.

Finally they got to the door. They were greeted by a young woman with long brown hair and a wide smile. Her name tag read Valerie.

“Hey there! What brings you to the workshop today?” She smiled. Virgil panicked, looking to Logan for help.

“It’s his birthday next week, but I thought I’d take him early.” Logan turned to her. Her smile grew wider, “Wow, that’s great!” She got out a sharpie and a pack of stickers from her apron, “How old are you turning, sweetheart?”

Virgil took a deep breath, preparing himself to answer, “Twenty.”

“And your name?”

“V-” He started, but stopped himself, having to pause for another moment, “Virgil.”

She wrote everything down, tearing the sticker off and handing it to him, “And have you built a bear with us before?”

Logan and Virgil glanced at each other, then back to her, shaking their heads. 

Valerie kept her smile, “So to your left is the wall where we have our whole selection of bears to choose from. Once you pick your new friend you’ll head over to the sound station to pick any scents or sounds that you’d like. 

“Then you’ll come around over to that blue square where we’ll stuff your friend and perform the heart ceremony. After we get them stitched up you’ll go to the back wall to get their clothing and accessories, head to Station 4 to give them a name, and then you’ll be all ready to check out and take your new friend home!”

Virgil’s breathing became shallow. That was a lot to keep track of. Logan sensed his anxiety, squeezing his hand, “Ready to head on in?”

He looked at him, hesitantly nodding his head. Valerie opened the rope barrier and stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter.

They stepped in, and Virgil was already overwhelmed by the large selection of stuffed animals. There were more than bears, there were rabbits and cats and monkeys and unicorns. There were themed bears too, like Frozen and Star Wars and Paw Patrol.

Virgil’s eyes scanned the wall, biting down on his thumb hard. Logan stepped up to him, “I know it’s a lot to think about, and there are a lot of steps, but I remember all of it, and I will be with you every step of the way.”

Virgil nodded, then his eyes widened as they settled on a fluffy brown bear with the Harry Potter logo printed on its back paw. He pointed to it, “Harry Potter bear.”

Logan smirked, “You want that one? We can put some Ravenclaw accessories on it.”

Virgil smiled wide, nodding. He grabbed the unstuffed pelt and felt the fur, holding it close to his chest.

Logan smiled at his little, then noticed the birthday sticker still in his hand. “Here, let me help you with that,” He took the sticker, peeled it off the back, and stuck it right on Virgil’s jacket, “There we go.”

Virgil smiled at him, leaning on his chest. They stayed like that for a bit, then a young man with an apron walked up to them with a smile, “Have we picked our new friend?”

Virgil looked at Logan, then at the man, who’s name tag read Terrence, nodding.

“Alright! Right this way,” Terrence beckoned them over to a white counter with computers on each end. He reached for Virgil’s bear, “Can I see him real quick?”

Virgil glanced at Logan, then hesitantly handed over the pelt. Terrence pulled a sharpie out of his apron and started writing on the tag, “I see your name is Virgil, is that right?”

Virgil nodded. Terrence put the sharpie away, “And I can also see it’s your birthday! Well, have a very happy birthday,” He smiled, then continued, “Now, we have some scents you can choose from. We have strawberry, birthday cake, cotton candy, and bubblegum.”

Both Virgil and Logan took some time smelling the scents. “Strawberry,” Virgil decided.

“Alright!” Terrence got out his sharpie and wrote some things down on the tag, then took an unopened scent packet, peeled a sticker off, then stuck the sticker on the tag. The scent was a plastic disk shaped like a bear head.

“Now we get to pick a sound we put in the paw of the bear right here.” He showed them the right paw, which had a little heart shaped patch on it.

Virgil smiled. This was the part he was the most excited for. 

Terrence moved to one of the computer monitors, “Here is the sound station, we have a huge selection of sounds to choose from. You can scroll up and down as well as side to side. There are generic animal sounds, themed sounds from movies and TV. I see you picked a Harry Potter bear, maybe you’d like a Harry Potter sound?”

Virgil thought about it, scrolling through the Harry Potter selection. He looked, but decided it would be best to just pick the theme from the movie.

He pressed the icon, jumping at the loud noise coming from the computer. Logan grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight, rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.

“Alright, I’m just gonna scan his tag really quick.” Terrence moved the tag under the scanner. “Now you’re going to grab one of those chips,” He pointed to a hole in the counter which housed a bunch of plastic sound bytes shaped like bear heads. Virgil did as he was told, holding it tight.

“Place it right here,” He pointed to a little divot in the counter where the chip fit perfectly. Virgil set it right in. Then Terrence pressed the ‘buy’ button on the screen, which started loading. It only took a couple of seconds for the sound to be transferred to the chip.

“Great! Now press it to see if it works.” Terrence smiled. Virgil pressed it, holding it up to his ear. That was a bad idea, as he immediately had to move it away.

“Looks like it works!” Terrence chuckled, then took the chip and pushed it into the bear’s paw. “You’re all set! Once that group is done with their heart ceremony you’ll move right on up to that blue square where my friend Mr. Patton will get this little guy all stuffed up for yah.”

Logan and Virgil nodded. “Thank you,” Logan smiled, then turned towards the machine. Virgil tried to get a look at what was going on up ahead, but they were too far away to see or hear anything.

The wait seemed like forever, but soon it was their turn. The young man working the machine got up from his chair and turned towards them, “Alright folks, are we all good to go?”

Virgil smiled slightly as he noticed a shiny they/them pin on their apron. They had a mop of curly brown hair on their head, and circular glasses were perched on their freckled nose.

He looked at Logan, then nodded. Patton smiled, “Great! I’m gonna have you come around this way to that blue square over there.” They pointed to a large blue sticker on the floor next to the front counter. It had white paw prints on it.

They both stepped on the square, waiting to get started.

“See, the thing about this machine is that it needs energy to get it working, right?” Patton started as they put the pelt on the nozzle. “So that means you gotta either hop hop hop! Or clap clap clap! Or wiggle wiggle wiggle! To get the machine running. Do you think you can do that, kiddo?”

Virgil’s eyes widened as he blushed at the pet name. Yes, he did indeed want to clap clap clap, or hop hop hop, or wiggle wiggle wiggle, but he didn’t want to do it alone. He tugged on Logan’s sleeve. Logan blinked, “Oh, do I? Do I have to do it too?”

“If you want!” Patton smiled. Logan sighed, rolling his eyes, but nodded.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Patton exclaimed as they turned on the machine. Logan and Virgil started clapping, and Patton stepped on a pedal, moving the bear around the nozzle to get the stuffing in every limb, its chest, and its head.

“Alright! Great job kiddo!” Patton smiled as they took their foot off the pedal and the bear off the nozzle, checking it themself to see if it was the right softness.

“Now for the scent. Do you want it in the head or the belly?” They asked. Virgil bit down on his thumb. There were so many decisions to make! It was getting a bit much.

Logan sensed this, “We’ll do it in the belly.”

“Okay,” Patton smiled, taking the disc out of its plastic sleeve and slipping it into the bear through the hole in the back. 

“Now we get to choose a heart! There’s either a red satin heart or a checkered heart.” Patton picked up two felt hearts from two bins on the machine and held them up, “Which one would you like, kiddo?”

Virgil’s eyes flitted between the two. After a pause Patton spoke up, "I know, it's a hard decision to make."

After another moment Virgil decided on the red one, pointing to it. Patton smiled, "Alright!" They placed the heart to the side, then picked another heart up, this one big and plastic, "We also have a beating heart option! We put it in the chest of the bear, and when you press down on it, it beats like a heart!"

Virgil’s eyes widened. He looked at Logan with them, pouting his lip a little. Logan smiled at him, giving him a nod. Virgil turned back to Patton, nodding enthusiastically.

"Okay!" Patton smiled, taking a heart, peeling the sticker off, and putting the sticker on the tag. They then placed the heart right in the front of the bear’s chest where a human’s heart would be.

“Now,” Patton said as they got up from their chair and took the now stuffed bear and the heart to the counter Logan and Virgil were standing next to. 

“We are going to perform what is called the ‘squish test’. Which means you take your new friend and you give him the biggest hug that you possibly can!” They wrapped their arms around themself, “To see if he’s either as soft or firm enough as you want.”

They turned to Logan, “And if he’s too firm we can always take stuffing out, and if he’s too soft we can always put stuffing in.”

Logan nodded, then turned to Virgil, “Do you want to give him a hug?”

Virgil nodded, walking up to where the bear was sitting and grabbing it, feeling its arms, legs, chest, and head. He then embraced it in his arms, holding it as tight as he could. He smiled as he felt the pulsing of the heartbeat.

“Is he good?” Patton asked. Virgil turned to him, nodding. 

“Perfect!” They smiled, “If you would put your friend back on the hug station, we are going to perform the Heart Ceremony,” They put emphasis on the last two words, “The most important step in this entire process! You’re going to take your heart.”

It took a minute for the request to process in his brain, but Virgil went back to the counter, put the bear back where it was sitting, and grabbed his heart.

“Now we gotta get it beating, alright kiddo? So you’re going to take it, hold it up like this,” They held it high above their head. Virgil did the same.

“And you gotta wiggle it like this!” Patton started waving their hand around. A smile broke out on Virgil’s face as he mimicked their movements. They wiggled for a moment, Patton giggling, “Do you think you got it beating, kiddo?”

Virgil nodded, smile not fading. Patton smiled at him, “Alright, now you’re going to go to your new friend, and you gotta wave it in his ears so that he’s a good listener!”

Virgil stepped over to the bear and waved the heart over its ears.

“Wave it on his arms so he can give you great big hugs!”

He waved it over its arms.

“Wave it on his legs so he can run and play with you all day!”

He waved it over its legs.

“Now grip your heart, hold it close, and make a great big wish!”

He held it close to his chest, closed his eyes and made his wish, I wish for me and Logan to live together forever.

“Did you make your wish?” Patton smiled. Virgil opened his eyes, smiling back as he nodded.

“Great! Now you get to do the honor of putting that heart into your friend through the hole in the back.”

Virgil grabbed the bear and shoved the heart in as far as it could go. 

Patton gave a nod, “Alright, now if you would put your friend back on the hug station and step right back on that blue square, I’m gonna do the hard job of stitching him up, okay?”

Virgil nodded, doing as he was told. Patton stepped up to the counter and started pulling on the stitches. They glanced at Virgil's sticker, “I see it’s your birthday today!”

“In a week,” Logan corrected them. They nodded, “Oh! Okay, well, happy early birthday!” They looked closer, “And you’re turning twenty! Wow! I turned twenty this January!”

“Interesting.” Logan commented. Patton tied the last knot, cutting the extra string off. “Alright! This little guy is good to go! I’m gonna have you come around this way,” they pointed to their right, “to the back to pick out his clothing and accessories. Then you’ll take that tag to station 4 and scan it to give him his name!”

“Alright, thank you.” Logan smiled, leading Virgil around the direction Patton pointed them towards. Virgil looked back one last time to see Patton waving at him. He waved back shyly.

Thankfully the Harry Potter clothing section was right next to the stuffed animal section. Virgil’s eyes scanned the wall. He definitely wanted the traditional robes and a wand. But then he spotted a Quidditch uniform, along with a broom and a snitch.

He gasped slightly, turning to Logan, who nodded, “You can get both outfits if you’d like.”

Virgil whined, “But i’s ‘spensive…” He glanced away, biting his thumb.

Logan chuckled, “Virgil, it’s your birthday, and it’s you. You’re worth it. Besides, I’m getting paid soon anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.”

Virgil scrunched his nose, but took both the normal uniform and accessories and the Quidditch uniform and accessories off the hangers. He had to get on his tip-toes to reach some of them, but he got the hang of it.

“I’m guessing he’s a seeker, hm?” Logan hummed. Virgil nodded. Logan gave a nod back, “Alright, let’s give him a name, shall we?”

They walked over to the back corner on the other side of the store, where Station 4 was. Logan pressed some buttons, scanned the tag, and a menu popped up asking them to put in information for the bear’s birth certificate.

Now it was time to pick a name. Virgil bit down on his thumb, thinking very hard. Logan tilted his head, “What would you like to name him?”

Virgil smiled mischievously, “Logan!”

Logan scoffed, “Virgil, please. Pick an original name!”

“I’s original! ‘N Logan’s my favorite name!” Virgil beamed, turning back to the screen and typing in the name, “Logan the seeker.”

After the bear’s birth certificate was printed out, they walked up to the cash register. The young man standing at the register’s name tag read Joan. “Alright, are we all set?”

Logan nodded, putting all their findings on the counter. Virgil bit down on his thumb as he watched Joan scan the tags, starting to zone out. He wasn’t really interested in this part.

“Would you like to dress it here or when you get home?” Joan asked him. His eyes widened as he was snapped out of his daydreaming. He looked at them, then at Logan, then back to them. “Um, home,” He responded, now ancy to leave.

“Alright, would you like to hold it or put it in a box?” They asked. Virgil whined a bit under his breath. This was way too many questions for one day. “Box.”

Joan nodded at his firm answer. “Alright, with all of the accessories, your total comes out to one hundred and thirty five dollars, and forty five cents.”

Virgil gasped, looking at Logan with concern. That was a huge number. Logan just smiled at him reassuringly, “It’s alright Virgil, I really don’t mind,” He turned to Joan, “He’s a little concerned with money right now.”

“Oh I totally understand that,” They gave a smile, “I mean, I’m working two jobs and even I can’t afford to pay rent sometimes.” They turned back to the computer, muttering to themself, “Late stage capitalism.”

They took the bear and put it in a box, then bagged up all the clothes, “You should be all set. Oh! It’s your birthday! We have to ring the birthday bell!”

As they picked up a large bell from the shelf behind them, Logan squeezed Virgil’s hand, “It’s going to make a very loud noise, Virgil.”

Virgil looked at him as he braced himself. The loud ring of the bell crashed in his ears, running through his entire body. He cringed as he shut his eyes, stopping himself from covering his ears.

Then it was over, and he was able to open his eyes again. Logan leaned into his ear, “Good job.” He smiled. Virgil smiled back.

Then they were all good to go. Logan took the box and the bag, and grabbed Virgil’s hand as he led both of them out.

“Have a good day, kiddo!” Patton called with a smile as they walked past the machine. They both glanced at them. “Thank you.” Logan said before finally reaching the door.

“So, what did you wish for during the heart ceremony?” Logan asked as they took their purchases and headed for other stores, mostly Hot Topic.

“I tan’t tell you!” Virgil teased, “Or it won’t tome true.”

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Patton smiled to themself as they walked into the back room, unlocking their locker and taking their backpack out. Once they made sure everything was still in check, they took their apron off and slipped it in their locker, closing it and locking it again.

Today was another great day at work. Patton loved their job, really loved their job. They got to interact with all the cute kids and families that came in, and they adored all the smiles and giggles the heart ceremony provided.

There was always at least one memorable family that came in, and today it was a young couple, one of which had his birthday today. His name was Virgil, Patton remembered.

He was memorable because of one fact. Patton could see it in his eyes, in his posture, in his energy.

Patton got to meet a little.

They themself had been a babysitter for a couple of years now. Their friend Roman was a little, and when her partner Janus was busy, Patton got to babysit her. It brought them a lot of comfort and happiness, and they one day hoped to have a little of their own.

A pang of disappointment hit their chest. Virgil seemed so adorable and fun and loving, but it looked like he already had a caregiver. But they were happy for him nonetheless.

They brought themself out of their thoughts as they headed on out, waving goodbye to their coworkers. Their brisk walking speed got them to the food court fairly quickly, where they planned to have sushi for lunch.

But their eyes widened as they caught sight of a couple across the food court. It was Virgil and his caregiver! A smile broke out on their face, and they knew they had to take this opportunity to get to know them better.

They rushed to Virgil’s table, slowing down a bit as they got closer, “Hey! You guys are still here!”

They both turned to them, and Virgil jumped, quickly taking his thumb out of his mouth. His caregiver nodded, “Yes, we took a bit of time to do some extra shopping and get some food.”

“Yeah, I’m glad I was able to catch you guys! It was just the end of my shift so…” They smiled, trailing off a bit. “We didn’t really get to actually meet. I’m Patton!” They held out their hand.

“Logan,” Virgil’s caregiver took it, shaking firmly. Virgil just waved slightly, “Virgil.”

“Yeah, well, it was really nice to meet you guys! I hope you had fun, I always do.” They laughed nervously, trying so desperately not to make it awkward.

“Yes, I can confirm that our experience was most enjoyable, don’t you agree, Virgil?” Logan said, then turned to him. He nodded with a small smile on his face.

Patton stood there for a moment. They knew what they wanted to do, they just didn’t know if they had the guts to actually do it. “Hey, I don’t usually do stuff like this, but, can I get your guys’ Instagrams?”

“Oh, I don’t have one, but, Virgil? If that’s alright with you?” Logan asked him. He looked to Logan, then to Patton, but eventually nodded. 

Patton smiled wide, “Great! Uh, here’s my phone, you can just put it in.” They handed Virgil their phone. He took it, quickly typing in his username in the search bar. He handed it back to them, a shy smile on his face.

“Great! Thank you! Again, it was really nice meeting you!” Patton beamed.

“It was a pleasure meeting you as well, Patton.” Logan responded. Virgil nodded in agreement.

Patton let out a sigh of relief, giving one last wave before heading down the food court the other way. They couldn’t help but continue to smile as they skipped along, soon reaching the sushi restaurant. They didn’t know how yet, but they knew this was the start of something special.

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Teen Aliza: background: I came out to my parents as lesbian last month.

this easter morning, i come downstairs to find my basket (a tradition in my family) and i can’t find it anywhere.

my mom gives me a hint: “it’s where you were last year”

the basket was in the fucking closet.

Get ready for some @pmseymourva shit-

✨Random Quotes From The Fam✨

Adam: Somebody told me that Genderfluid and Transgender people don't exist...*opens the closet* but I found these things in my closet (눈‸눈)

Celeste (trans) and Ditto (genderfluid): We like bread~ (꒪꒳꒪)

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Adam: okay guys, we gotta be careful, someone here is possessed by an owl.

Mewtwo: who?

Adam: that's the thing, we don't-

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Mewtwo: eat ASS, Adam! *Whips Adam with his tail*

Adam: *he dodges it* sorry, i'm on an ass-free diet!

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Adam: vegans make peace with honey

Adam: no shut up do it

Mewtwo:

vegans will pretend not to hear when natives tell them their agave products are unsustainable because they have whimsical feelings about, and i cannot stress this enough, the freedom of hive insects

Some vegan: Honey is literally murder but go off

Adam: Prove it.

Some vegan: They literally puke their guts up to make your honey

Mewtwo: I have not seen any evidence tonsugges they are harmed or die in the process of production. They do regurgitate the nectar as part of the process to concentrate it into honey (an interesting process) but they do not suffer any injury during this process. If they did, the cost to produce honey, which is done naturally as a measure to survive over winter and through times of lower availability, would outweigh the benefits. If you kill several bees to produce enough honey to make one more bee, It makes no sense. Any animal that did that would die, even with human intervention.

Mewtwo: Do you have any sources which suggest otherwise? I’d be interested to hear of this (relatively publicly available) information was false or misunderstood.

Some vegan: Bee farmers use whats called a honey maker. It’s a crude devices. It similar to a meat grinder. They force the bees in and grind them up. What comes out is a paste. That paste is later filtered into what we know as honey

Mary: This is the funniest thing i've read.

Celeste: Mary, please show us pics of your bee grinder.

Mary:

they might be falsely thinking about a honey extractor machine. but all these do is you place the beehive frames inside and a motor rotates it at a speed that removes the honey, which is then tapped through a tap at the bottom. 

Mewtwo: …do they think they put bees in that and spin them around until they vomit…?

Mew: bee carnival.

Adam: bad and naughty bees get put into the b e e c e n t r i f u g e to extract their honey.

Mewtwo: Vegans coming after beekeepers is one of my major teeth grinding annoyances. For many reasons, because there’s so many lies. And to go one step further because it’s such a waste. You see, the strongest vegan argument is that they don’t want to exploit animals or take from them without their consent.

Mewtwo: … but… Bees consent. NO. I’M NOT KIDDING.

Mewtwo: How? Bee hives aren’t kept on leashes. They’re outside, the bees can travel miles every day. They follow their queen. Who is also outside, not on a leash, and can travel miles every day. If she doesn’t like the hive for any reason - for example: it got too hot, too cold, too messy, too filled with sugary stuff and they need more space… then the queen leaves. And with her the hive.

Mewtwo: The queen stays in the hive because the hive is the best place to live. Period. Done. End of. If the hive is staying with the beekeeper it’s because the keeper is doing their job correctly and keeping them happy because the bees can, and do, leave bad beekeepers.

Mewtwo: Of all the animals we have domesticated as livestock, bees are the ones you can most easily argue are consenting participants in their keeping.

Adam:

Mew, a while later: Here it is. The bee post is back.

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Adam:

Clarification.

Mary:

Mewtwo, feeling out of character today:

rehehehehe

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Adam:

Mewtwo: This is one of my favorite pictures on the Internet, because all of the combined elements make it delightful.

Mewtwo: 1. The woman in the background, clearly horrified

Mewtwo: 2. The neatly arranged plants, so you know that this is not a house often visited by the chaos gods.

Mewtwo: 3. And of course, the mighty D E S C E N D I N G  P U F F, who is coming in for a landing on your face whether you like it or not.

Mew: World Heritage Post

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Adam: WHO ARE WE?!

The crowd: WRITERS!

Adam: WHAT DO WE DO?!

The crowd: WRITE!

Adam: WHEN ARE WE GONNA DO IT?!

Someone: distant sobbing.

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Mewtwo: man it's great to have comfort sons.

Mewtwo:

SONGS I MEANT SONGS.

Adam:

Comfort sons.

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SketchTwo: turns you into a .zip file and doesn't extract you lol.

Berdly: *THIS IS FUCKING SICK, YOU MONSTER, HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT.

SketchTwo: renames you to "loser.zip" lol.

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Mewtwo: people keep asking me if i'm a "morning person or an evening person" and i'm like "buddy, i'm barely even a person"

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MEMORY: good thing there's no requests with Adam in them yet.

Adam: bacteria.

MEMORY: AAAAAAAAA-

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Mewtwo, flirting with Celeste: hey, are you Google? Cuz you got everything i was looking for~

Mewtwo: almost to the point where i'm scared of how much you know.

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Adam: Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I’m actually bi.

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Mewtwo: *writing a letter*

Mewtwo: Dear Santa,

I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty...

And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

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Adam: *watching their house burn down*

Adam:

Adam: *starts filming* Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non-microwavable! Step one: deny everything.

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Mewtwo: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its ��intelligent” and “really cool”.

Mewtwo: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

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Mewtwo: *Plays Slender: The Eight Pages*

*Jumpscare*

Mewtwo: *Jumps back* OH SHIT, IT'S A WHITE GUY!!!

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Mewtwo: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.

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Mew: My gender is in a constant state of flux.

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Adam: Capitalization is the difference between "I had to help my uncle Jack off a horse.." and "I had to help my uncle jack off a horse.."

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Adam: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.

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Mew: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

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Mewtwo, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

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Adam I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

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Mewtwo: New challenge! Don't say stupid shit for 24 hours!

[pinkpastels113]

through the mirror

pairing: bechloe

rating: g

word count: 793

additional tags: just jumping on the bandwagon for a day on the february drabble challenge. fluff, light angst, established relationship. could be interpreted as a famous au if you squint.

summary:

The one where Chloe is showing her reflection in the mirror because Beca is not there to see it for herself in person.

also on ao3

Chloe tries not to jostle the angle of her camera as she shuffles over to the mirror.

“How do I look?”

Her girlfriend smiles at the reflection, her head propped up on a fist as she stares adoringly through the facetime on Chloe’s phone. “Like I wanna be with you right now so I can attend the party by your side. You look amazing, Chlo.”

Chloe giggles at Beca’s commendation. They have become increasingly cheesy the longer that they’ve been together, but Chloe wouldn’t have it any other way. It just goes to show that Beca has come so so incredibly far from her aversion to letting people in, and Chloe couldn’t be any more proud every single time that this realization simmers into her mind, any more in love.

The initial happiness of Beca’s words fade to white, leaving Chloe pouting. “When are you coming home? You’ve been away for so long.”

Beca sighs and dramatically flops back onto her bed, the camera flashing to the ceiling before refocusing back onto her face. “I’m not sure. Hopefully soon. Everyone’s been telling me to not scatter my stuff around again.”

Chloe nibbles on the newly applied glossiness of her lip, her eyes shifting from Beca’s gaze to her image on the mirror. She looks at the dress that she is wearing, the one that cuts around her shoulders leaving her neck exposed, the one with the satin coating that shines all the way to her waistline. “I hope so too, Bec. I miss you so much. I don’t want to go to this dinner party without you.”

Beca’s viewpoint is still of the length of Chloe’s reflection, but Chloe likes to think that she doesn’t need to see Chloe’s facial expression to know what Chloe is feeling. Beca’s stature is one with a mixture of relaxation and stress as she sinks further into the pillows, “You have to, baby, it’s for your career. And besides,” Beca’s smile is verging on wistful now, as if she is longing for Chloe from her stay across the country, “I’ll always be with you. You know that, right? No matter where I am I will always be spiritually by your side to make sure that you won’t ever feel alone.” She kisses the pads of her fingers and presses the three of them up to the camera, in their universal gesture of love, of comfort and affection, “I love you.”

Chloe scrambles to return the sentiment, lowering her device so that Beca can see her receive the kiss with two fingers of her own to brush it against her mouth, “And I love you.”

Beca’s entire posture slackens, as if after all these years she is still relieved that Chloe would say it back, even though Chloe had, honestly, an abundance of times. Chloe’s heart still softens at the thought, and it is like she is happy and comforted again just by the mere pocket of Beca’s presence in her life, even when at times she is physically at the thousands of miles away, “Have some fun okay? And call me when you’re done. I wanna hear all about it.”

Chloe nods, melting with the intensity yet care of Beca’s plea. No matter how glamorous their life may be, how admirable or well off the rest of the public may think of how they had painstakingly gotten to where they are now from the literal pavement on the ground, there is just one thing that if compared to Chloe would give it all away for, one thing that she cherished above all else-

Beca. Her Beca.

It doesn’t matter that the world is now at both of their feet, or that the blue of her dress somehow always matches the color of her eyes or that sometimes she cries and Beca is not there to physically console her, they would always be together and that - that… reassurance- is more than enough.

Chloe straightens her shoulders, fixes the wrinkle on her sleeve and goes to touch up her mascara, the warmth from Beca’s kiss now enveloping the nerves of her body to give them- and her- the strength to go on,

“‘Kay. I will.”

Because at the end of the day, Beca is there to make it all better. Chloe looks forward to that promise every suffocating time, and not once did she disappoint.

“Don’t ever leave me, Bec. I don’t think I can survive it if you do.”

“I won’t. I won’t ever leave you, Chloe. I love you so dang much to.”

Chloe doesn’t ever forget to say it back, however unintentional it may seem, “And I love you, too.”

The mirror is the last thing either of them sees before they go back to work.

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fin.

[xpacestuff]

Su/gf crossover things

dipper: so like, you glow pink when you're stressed?

steven: Yeah, basically. Then at one point it got real bad.

dipper: ...How bad?

steven: I basically turned into a kaiju monster lol

dipper, writing that down, whispering: what the fuck...

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steven probably is probably gonna act like an older brother around them but only in a protective way

"if something bad happens to them i'm gonna break some necks"

"please... don't."

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Y'all know how Mabel likes crystals and such? Imagine she talks about a rose quartz, Steven turns pink and Dipper from a mile away is like "HUH??? WHAT???"

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imagine when steven is new and before they knew steven is a half gem hybrid it was like this

steven, to dipper: it seems your sister likes sparkly things huh?

dipper: yeah, pretty much

steven: wow... then she better not know i'm a half gem hybrid lol

dipper: you are a what

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dipper: Listen, I appreciate my sister but wow she can be hard to deal with sometimes.

steven: Oh yeah, kinda reminds me of Spinel lol. She tried to kill me and this planet

dipper: what the- she... tried to kill this planet?? and you? uh kinda reminds me of bill

steven: who

dipper: this weird triangle yellow demon

dipper: he can go into peoples dreams, is super dangerous if he wants to be, can even control peoples body too... it's so messed up. i hate him so much

steven, knowing he can do all that too: ahahaha.... i knoww right... yikes.. haha...

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steven meets gideon, tries to befriend him, gideon literally tries to kill him

steven: wouldn't be the first time this happened

dipper: huh?? huh??? please tell me more this seems interesting

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mabel is like "omg steven is so cool!!!" and dipper, completely tired "please don't say you're attracted to him or something how come you always fall in love with aliens or mermaids n stuff" and mabel just "...i just said he's cool :("

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Imagine Connie could just... appear there with lion

dipper: WHAT IS THAT!?

mabel: A PINK LION!!! OH MY GOSH!!!

steven: Oh yeah, guys, this is Connie and Lion. :)

connie: hey :)

mabel: hi!

dipper: that lion is... scary.

steven: oh, don't worry about him! You can ride him if you want, he's a nice lion. I'm sure you'd enjoy it!

dipper: no thanks

10 mins later

dipper, totally riding on lion as lion just runs in circles: WOOO THIS IS FUN!!! THI-

steven, opening the door, looking at dipper: :) told ya

dipper, immediately jumping off of lions back: Uh i mean uh... no i didn't like it

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Steven: makes a pun

Everyone else:

Stan: HAA! good joke kid

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imagine instead of dipper accepting the fact that he just works in the mystery shack he instead has a lot of trust issues and steven goes to mabel and it turns out like this

steven: it seems your brother doesn't trust me?

mabel: well you do almost have the same powers as this yellow dorito demon we had multiple fights with cause well he almost killed us multiple times and we were in a lot of danger because of him so

steven: ...

steven: y'know, ironic for me to say this but did you guys ever go to the doctor? i experienced the same thing and well uhhh turns out all the things i went through messed with my head a lot. maybe that's also the reason why your brother acts that way?

mabel: nahh he's always like that haha!

steven, visibly concerned: hmm..

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after dipper saw steven's destructive powers once he was deeply worried and afraid of steven, causing him to have trust issues. when mabel says something like "oh i'm gonna ask steven somethi-" he just cuts her off with "no! i don't want you to get near him!". steven realises this and at one point tries to show dipper that he's mostly nice and tells him that these breakdowns he has is because of all the terrible things he has went through. he also proceeds to show the good side of his powers (like healing, his shield to protect, stuff like that) so dipper can understand that when he is dangerous he doesn't mean it. he just generally goes on adventures with them (the not too dangerous ones, since he has had enough of those and just wants a break) and tries to protect them in any way he can to earn his trust once more. of course this takes time, since dipper generally has problems trusting people.

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When Stan first meets Steven he sees how much money he has and sells him something that costs a lot and it's just

Steven: Wow your unkle?? grandpa?? g.. grunkle as you say? sure has a lot of expensive stuff. I bought them as a souvenir though!

Mabel: Oh, buddy... oh no..

Dipper: Yeahh, see... he scammed you.

Steven: what

Dipper: basically he just wanted your money.

Steven: oh. harsh.

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anyway connie meeting the twins thing

Connie: oh, hey! who are you guys?

Steven: h-

Mabel: YOUR GF IS PRETTY!!!

Connie: 😳

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Steven: talking about how beautiful, great and lovely Connie is and how she's always there for him

Mabel: THAT'S SO CUTE :")

Dipper: ... Anyway this gem stuff-

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Steven: Dipper, I haven't known you for too long, but i know very well that these experiences are gonna mess with you later on. I also see you're struggling. Maybe get some help? Not to sound mean haha- it's just... I don't want you to go through a hard time in the future? Maybe go see a therapist?

Dipper: pfft, a therapist? Who needs that? I'm not some "mentally unstable" person hahaha

Steven:

Dipper:

Steven: I can pay for it if you want just please-

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he sends a picture to the cgs of himself, mabel and dipper and is like "i made new friends and work in this sketchy place LOL" and the gems are like "good enough?? i guess?? atleast he made friends?"

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dipper and mabel: we almost died multiple times

steven: same

dipper:

mabel:

mabel: are you okay?

steven: are you okay??

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anyway that's it for now! I'm probably gonna add more but anyway i love this au/crossover a lot. I'm probably (definitely) gonna draw some of these so yeah! hope you enjoyed this post lol

[ectoentity]

Late Night Answers

Ectoberhaunt Day 5: Witching hour vs Twilight

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Rating: G

Characters: Danny Fenton, Kitty, Johnny 13

Tags: Witching hour, ghost culture?

Danny keeps waking up in the middle of the night. The same exact time every night. He decides to take a flight around town and runs into a couple ghosts who're willing to give him some answers.

Read on AO3 here.

Danny’s eyes opened. It was night. Above him, the stars on his ceiling gave off a dim glow. He was still wrapped in his blanket. There was no cold ache in his throat that would indicate his ghost sense had woken him up.

He glanced at his alarm clock. The red numbers read 3:00. Danny grumbled and turned on his side, away from the clock, and tried to go back to sleep. This was the third night this had happened. For the last two nights he’d woken up at exactly three in the morning for no reason. He’d tossed and turned in bed until around four.

This night apparently wasn’t much different. He laid in bed for about ten minutes, but his brain just kept going back to worries about the next day. It wasn’t restful at all. Danny sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. If he was going to be awake for a while, he should at least do something useful.

In a flash of light Danny transformed. He flew through the wall into the chilly night air. He could feel the cold against his face, but it didn’t bother him like it would a normal human. There was no moon tonight - it had set before nightfall - but he could see perfectly well. Danny decided to head towards the city park. The night was fairly quiet. There were some cars on the roads, but not very many. Just a few night shift workers and late night travelers.

His ghost sense went off when he was halfway to the park. It felt familiar: kind of spiky but not painful or aggressive. Danny was slowly getting better at identifying ghosts based on how his ghost sense felt, but it was more of an art than a science. He had no idea who this could be. Who would be out at the park in the middle of the night and not causing havoc?

The sound reached him before he saw who it was. A motorcycle revved its engines, and someone shrieked in joy. It had to be Johnny, Shadow, and Kitty. Danny landed near the park fountain. They didn’t seem to be causing much trouble aside from being loud. He sat on the edge of the fountain and waited for them to come around again. It wasn’t long before Johnny’s ghostly bike flew in from the opposite area from where they’d left. As expected, Kitty was hugging Johnny as he did some spins that would have been dangerous if they’d still been alive. They rose up on the front wheel of the bike and spun three times before landing again. Then Johnny pulled into an empty parking spot in front of the fountain.

“Hey, kid,” Johnny called. “Surprised it took you so long to come out.”

Danny shrugged. “Didn’t seem like you were really causing trouble tonight.”

Behind Johnny, Kitty giggled. “You mean the last three nights?” she asked.

That got his attention. Danny floated up into a standing position, though his feet didn’t touch the ground. “What do you mean?” he asked. “What’ve you been doing?”

“Chill out, kid,” Johnny said. He got off his bike and offered his hand to Kitty. She grabbed it and jumped down from the bike. “We’ve just been riding around. Witching hour season, you know how it is."

Danny didn’t know exactly what Johnny meant, but he had a feeling it had to do with why he kept waking up. “I keep waking up at three,” he admitted, settling down to stand on the ground. “What’s that about?”

“How long’ve you been a ghost?” Kitty asked. “Or, whatever you are.”

Danny’s eyes flashed. “A little over a year.”

Kitty put a finger up to her chin. “And you didn’t notice last year? That’s a little weird, with how strong you are.”

“You guys kept me up almost every night for three months straight last year,” Danny grumbled. He was still a little bitter about that. It had ruined his grades. Now that he’d cemented his ownership of Amity Park, ghosts didn’t try to challenge him as much, but it had been a really awful for a while.

“Oh, right.” Kitty at least had the manners to look embarrassed. “Well, this time of night is when we’re more… present, I guess?” She looked at Johnny for confirmation, but he just shrugged. Kitty frowned and looked back at Danny. “The closer we get to Halloween, the more it affects us. I can be out of the Zone a little bit longer, Johnny and Shadow can ride faster, that sort of thing.”

On the one hand, Danny was glad to get some kind of answer for why he kept waking up. On the other… “So I’m gonna wake up in the middle of the night for no reason for a month?”

“Two months,” Johnny corrected. “Sorry, Phantom. It doesn’t just stop on November first.”

Danny sagged. He wiped a hand across his face in frustration. “Great. Thanks for telling me. I guess I could… get homework done,” he said weakly. It sounded like the worst possible thing to do in the middle of the night.

Johnny and Kitty stared at him and then burst out laughing. Danny glared until they quieted down enough to talk.

“Oh, Ancients, you’re such a goody-two-shoes,” Johnny snorted. “That’s awful. No, kid, this is ghost time. You can’t do lame shit like homework.”

“What do you want to do?” Kitty asked. “Really? Do you wanna do homework, or… I dunno, fight people? What do you even do when you’re having fun as a ghost?”

Danny frowned. “I don’t have fun as a ghost.” He gestured to his glowing, jumpsuit-clad form. “I’m only like this when I have to fight ghosts.”

The ghosts shared a glance before looking back at Danny. “That’s really sad, kid,” Kitty said. She brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear. “Do you even know what you’re like as a ghost?”

He blinked at her. “I mean… I’m me? I’m more, uh. Protective of stuff.” He blushed green and looked away. He didn’t really like thinking about all the weird ghost instincts that had popped up over the last year. It made him worry about being less human.

Johnny snorted. “No shit. You spent the last year beating the crap out of anyone who laid a foot in your territory.” Kitty elbowed him in the gut.

“Come on, Johnny, he was just a mote. We weren’t too chill for a few years, either.”

“Ow! Babe, we weren’t… you know!” Johnny waved at Danny, indicating his whole self. Danny raised an eyebrow.

“You did kind of try to take over my sister’s body and then possessed one of my classmates,” he reminded her.

Kitty rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but that was before I knew you were just a kid. Like, really a kid. Most ghosts don’t get near as strong as you in their first year, you know. We both thought you were super old but just acted like you were a kid.”

“Even though my human form looks just like me?” Danny asked, crossing his arms.

“Yeah?” Kitty said with a shrug. “Look, the only other one like you we’d heard about was the old guy. He’s been the same age for like, fifteen years or whatever. Why would we think you were any different?”

A lot of questions crossed Danny’s mind. Did that mean Vlad stopped aging? He knew the fruitloop looked weirdly young, even though he had grey hair, but he figured that was botox or something. Did that mean Danny was going to stop aging in a couple years? He was pretty sure he had grown some in the last year, but what if-

No, he had immediate things to deal with. These two probably didn’t know any of the answers to those questions.

“Okay, so, let me get this straight,” Danny said, “Witching hour is for doing ghost stuff. And I’m supposed to figure out what I like to do as a ghost, so I can do it for a couple months.”

“I guess?” Johnny said with a frown. “Not like we had to figure that out.”

Danny picked up his feet so he was hovering a couple feet above the ground in a seated position, one leg dangling and the other hiked up so his knee was in front of his torso. “I guess I like flying? It’s pretty nice. I can go over a hundred miles an hour.”

“Yeah, we can tell,” Kitty said, a hint of a laugh in her voice. She picked up her legs too so she hovered in a cross-legged position in front of him. “That’s not really a you thing, though, is it? Most ghosts like flying.”

“I still prefer the bike,” Johnny said.

“Objection noted, sweet heart,” Kitty teased. “You like protecting the town, right? Maybe you should fly around to make sure it’s okay?”

It wasn’t a bad idea, but something about it felt sour. “I do that all evening anyway,” Danny grumbled. “It’s not like I hate it, I just… It’s not fun.”

Kitty hummed. Danny was very glad she didn’t poke at that. Fighting ghosts could be fun sometimes, but mostly it was something he felt driven to do. He didn’t enjoy it like he would playing a game, or watching a meteor shower, or…

His eyes lit up. “There’s two meteor showers this month,” he said, remembering it suddenly. “The Draconids are in just a couple of days, and then the Orionids near the end of the month.”

“That’s like shooting stars, right?” Kitty asked.

“Exactly. It's rocks from space burning up in the atmosphere,” Danny said, a smile spreading across his face. Why hadn’t he thought about this before? He could get up above the clouds, away from the light pollution. “I bet I could get the best view in town now.”

“Of course he’s a nerd,” Johnny grumbled. Kitty shushed him.

“That sounds like a great thing to enjoy,” Kitty said to Danny. “Wanna ride with us one day and get out of town? Away from the lights?”

Danny hesitated. “You’d be okay with that?” He glanced from her to Johnny. Kitty seemed friendly enough when they weren’t fighting, but Johnny was the one who drove the bike.

Johnny frowned for a moment. He looked back at his bike. Danny could practically see the gears turning in his head. Finally Johnny turned back to Danny and said, “If it gets us out of this dump, yeah, we’ll take you stargazing.”

Before he knew what he was doing, Danny was hugging Johnny. “Holy shit thank you I haven’t gone in years I won’t let you regret it.”

After a few moments had passed, Johnny gently put his hand on Danny’s shoulder. “H-hey, it’s no big deal, kid.”

Far in the distance, a church bell rang.

“Well, that’s our cue,” Kitty said. “Same time tomorrow?”

Danny straightened up, a little embarrassed that he’d just hugged Johnny of all people. “Yeah. See you then.”

When he made it back to his bed, he fell asleep instantly.

[bunnirs]

Yandere! Gon and Killua with a S/O who tries to leave

Requested by: Anon!

“I don’t know if you do any yandere stuff but if you do I was wondering how would yandere killua and gon react to thier s/o trying to leave them for Accidentally Cheating. Thx love your blog”

First Gon and Killua request!! I’m so excited! For the sake of all things holy, ALL CHARACTERS WILL BE AGED UP A BIT. especially with the cheating thing 👉👈 UMM ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER YANDERE TYPE THING SO IM SORRY 😭

Gon:

Alright this dude doesn’t see anything wrong with the fact that he cheated

HE THINKS ITS NORMAL??

And to think you’d get so upset over him ‘cheating’ on you??

He would never! He was just being ‘nice’ to one of tourists of Whale Island

A little to nice.

He’s the type of Yandere that thinks what he does is completely fine! He thinks he’s doing the right thing!

So that’s where you had enough.

Gon was a lunatic and you had to get away

Maybe you’d call Leorio or Kurapika, they’d help you

That’s all you had to do

Get to a pay phone and dial Leorio or Kurapika

So while Gon had left to do God knows what..

You packed your shit and walked out the door

Surprisingly.. you got to the pay phone rather easily

Your paranoia had shot up with the risk of getting caught

Like 📈📈📈📈📈

You made the decision to call Kurapika. He was more serious with this stuff.

You waited for Kurapika until it was dark out

But he came all the same

But you hadn’t expected to see Gon right behind him

That’s right. Gon had said something about visiting Kurapika. Shit.

You were an idiot not to pay closer attention

Fuck fuck fuck he looks mad

His eyes were avoid of anything,,,

His soulless hues stared into your own, and you felt like you could throw up

Kurapika seemed rather worried, asking what happened while Gon was gone

You couldn’t tell him about Gon being a psycho

He wouldn’t believe you.. right?

You made the choice in saying that someone had tried to hurt you, and with Gon away, you didn’t know what to do

Kurapika sighed and said he’d get a hotel and would scout the island for any suspicious behavior,,,

But he didn’t know that Gon WAS the culprit.

Soon after that, you went home with Gon.

“....You lied to him, Y/N.” There was a pregnant pause before your name, almost like it was hard for him to pronounce. “You never lie.”

“...Gon....” You said quietly, not prepared for whatever the hell he was going to say.

“Is this about the woman?” Gon narrowed his eyes at his feet, which moved as the both of you took the road to his house.

“No I just-“ you went quiet, not knowing what to say. Make something up. Fast. “I just wanted to.. get away from the island a bit.”

“Get away?” Gon’s dark expression changed into one of confusion. “Do you not like it here?”

“No! I like it here!” You said abruptly, your eyes widening. “It’s just, I was thinking of visiting my parents! See what they’re up too!” You nervously laughed, praying he didn’t notice your smile faulter.

“...Oh well...that’s easy.” Gon smiled at you, and for a second, you thought you did something good. “They’re up to nothing.” His eyes darkened, his smile widening a bit.

“Nothing?” You questioned, confused.

“They’re dead.” Gon hummed. “They kept trying to get in my way.. so I put them out of their misery. They missed you a lot.. and kept saying I kidnapped you! Which isn’t true right?”

You didn’t say anything. Nothing at all. The only thing that escaped your mouth were the harsh sobs, which seemed to shake your whole body. You fell to the ground, the rough asphalt slicing your knees, the stinging couldn’t compare to the state your heart was in.

“...Oh..” His voice lowered, the slight evidence of worry laced his tone. “.....Can you not speak..?” He grabbed your hand, kneeling before you.

You smacked his hand away, falling onto your back. “G-get the hell away from me!” You screamed, your hands slipping on the bloodied gravel below you. You kept trying to stand up, but it seemed that gravity pushed against you even harder than before. “Go away! For gods sake just leave me alone!”

He stared at his hand for about a minute, his mouth wide and agape. “Leave.. you alone? While your upset?” He seemed hurt, his eyes swelling up, tears appearing. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you like this! You’re hurting!”

“Because of you! I’m HURTING BECAUSE OF YOU!” You screamed in his face, somehow gaining the strength to sit up.

“.......I didn’t hurt you! I would never hurt you!” His voice gained in volume, almost like he was panicking. “I just did what was best for both of us!”

“You did what was best for you!” You shoved your finger into his chest, your nail almost bending due to the pressure. “You never think about me! You force me to stay with you! I never wanted something like this! I-“

“Shut up.” Gon said suddenly, shadow overcasting his facial features. “Everything I do is for you... don’t you dare say it isn’t!” His hand quickly grabbed your wrist, the sickening sound of bone being crushed seemed to echo in your ears.

“Y-you’re hurting me... right now... you’re hurting me..” you whispered, trying your best not to cry even more. Your head already hurt from the screaming, the pain adding to your desire to pass out.

“You don’t know real pain.” He said coldly. “But you’ll find out soon.”

That’s all you heard before you eyes seemed to close, your body falling forward into someone’s warm embrace, the air being knocked out of you.

“But everything I do... is for you.. Y/N.”

Killua:

Thing is I don’t see him cheating :(

He’s so closed off as is, so it’s surprising he’s in love with you anyway!!

He’s definetly the Yandere who thinks that you need him

Like you’d be in danger without him

He’s definitely convinced himself that you’d die if you weren’t with him

And that makes him so friggin sad

He wants you to be happy

But he wants you to be safe first.

So, if you try to escape, that’ll make him even more broken inside

He’s a tragic yandere tbh

Wants to give you happiness and love, but he can’t let you out of his sight 😭

So you probably try to leave when he kills someone that was close to you

Probably a guy friend of yours

He felt like he was dangerous, and couldn’t have him taking you away

So he murdered him on the spot with a quick hand through the heart, his nails bloodied.

That was the last straw. You were living with a murderer.

How you would get out? You had no idea

You were in the Zoldyck Mansion. Locked away.

If anything, you could try talking to Canary. She liked you. A lot.

So that’s what you did. You told Canary everything.

She believed you almost immediately. She knew the Zoldycks were cruel... Killua included, no matter how much she liked him.

She’d try to smuggle you outside the gate

Hopefully the security guard would understand

That’s what got you here, standing from right inside the testing gate, Killua before you.

Canary was long gone. She had to stop the butlers from following you.. so you were alone.

“....What are you doing so far from home...?” He questioned, his eyes widened at the sight of you with bags in your hands. “It’s dangerous out here.”

“Killua, we’re inside the gate. You know it’s plenty safe out here.” You narrowed your eyes, nails digging into the leather holsters of your bag. You couldn’t back down now. “Besides, I can protect myself if need be.”

“.....Of course you can. I don’t doubt your abilities.” Killua rolled his eyes, his attitude returning to normal. “I wouldn’t date someone who can’t protect themselves.”

“....Then why don’t you act like that?” You felt a pang in your chest. He made it seems like you were weak.... He made it seem like you were helpless. Why would he do that?

“Act like what? Protective? I can’t do that?” He questioned, his defensive tone making itself clear.

“That is not what this is.” You countered, stepping back a bit. “You know this isn’t you being protective! You act like I’m fragile! Some glass vase that’ll break if someone pushes me to hard! I’m not! I’m a professional hunter just like you!”

“...You don’t act like it.” He pouted, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“How can you be so childish right now!? This is why I need to leave!” You stepped forward, your voice gaining in volume.

“...Leaving is a need? Are you sure you just don’t want it?” He stepped towards you, his voice getting low. He was definitely getting pissed off now.

“I haven’t been outside the gate in years Killua! You know how ridiculous that sounds?! Last time I interacted with someone from outside this gate, you fucking murdered them! He was my friend!”

“He was trying to hurt you!” Killua responded, his eyes darkening. “He was inviting you outside the gate! And by yourself no less! He could’ve hurt you!”

“Going out the gate isn’t a death sentence! I need fresh air Killua! I need to see people!” You continued to yell, throwing your hands up in the air dramatically, the bag in your hand almost being flung off to the side.

“You see my family everyday! They’re people!” Killua scoffed. “barely...” he muttered to himself, getting lost in thought.

“What if I don’t want to see your family anymore?! What if I don’t want to see you?!” You gasped right after the words left your mouth, hands covered your lips, almost in disbelief of what you had just said.

As your thoughts consumed you, you felt a slight pain in your abdomen, your body falling to the ground. Your bags cluttered around you, creating what ironically looked like a crime scene. He had just pushed you. That’s never happened before.

Killua stood above you, his eyes pulsating with dark intent, his aura covering for what seemed like miles. “....Don’t you ever say that!” He yelled out, tears almost appearing in his empty voids. “I might believe it one day! That you don’t need me anymore!” He grabbed the collar of your shirt, so his eyes could look into yours. “I can’t lose you like everyone else! Don’t leave me behind! I used to think you needed me but now I think it’s the other way around!” He cried out, tears threatening to spill. “I have to protect you with everything I have! I’ll continue to kill the people who try to take you away! So please don’t make this hard! I know you want to leave! I understand! But that can’t happen!”

You were quiet, your body feeling limp as he had hit a sensitive point on your body. “O-okay...” you muttered out, tears brimming the corners of your eyes. “I’ll stay.... I-“

Before you can finish, Killua hugged you tighter than ever before, knocking the air out of you. You felt like you could pass out, that feeling soon coming to reality as black dots filled your vision. He had somehow managed to manipulated you again. His worry getting the best of you.

Curse you for being so damn sympathetic.

[crybabykiko]

I just came across you nsfw with Osamu and I really enjoyed it I was wondering if You could do one for Kita?

Hi love! This is for u 💕 and all the kita fuckers worldwide- myself included bc I’m in love with him now 🥺

NSFW Alphabet - Kita Shinsuke

Nsfw below da cut g

gn!reader focus in this hoe

A/n: ty @honey-makki for being my partner in degeneracy and my wife ilysm bc she can read when I can’t

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

Will feed you a full meal. His way of making sure you’re cared for is keeping you well fed. He will cuddle you and spoon feed you himself if he has to, as long as you eat every single bite. He has a routine for everything, aftercare is no exception. He runs you a bath, then, while you soak, he cooks. Will make sure to throw a hoodie in the dryer before heading to the kitchen so it'll be warm for you post shower. Then he feeds you and holds you, playing with your hair or your hands until you fall asleep.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

You already know what the fuck is going onnnn! Kita is honestly so well sculpted that it really doesn’t matter but let’s talk about his back/shoulders. He’s so mf broad and it's very sexc of him. He’s also very fond of when you cling onto and scratch it up…. delicious

He loves your hands. He loves to hold them, especially when he’s looking straight into your eyes as he drills the hell out of you- he’ll lift one up and kiss it bc ✨romance✨

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

Oh he’s going to fill you so full of cum that it pours out of your ears. He has a big breeding kink, and huge loads to match. But he’s also very healthy and takes good care of himself so his cum isn’t bad on your tongue on the off chance he hasn’t already cum inside you 600 times prior to finally doing so in your mouth. And he’s going to kiss you after- very sexc of him.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

Lost his virginity in a barn. Got a tick on his ass of all places. The barn isn’t the secret tho... the tick is.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

When you got together- he was definitely a virgin. Had only gone as far as MAYBE second base. But you used that to your advantage, because you’ve essentially built him up and trained him to be PERFECT for you. You also helped him find out what he likes and what makes him feel good too. Sure there was a lil’ corruption involved, but in the end you’re both very happy with your sex life.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Full on mf wrestling mating press. He’s going to have his cock so deep inside of you that if he even pushed a bit more his body is gonna go in too. Then he’ll just live there. He’s fine with that.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

Unintentionally so. Every once in a while, you’ll both giggle or laugh because you have to reposition when you start to cramp up or you accidentally hit him in the face when tying to pull him closer or something. But he’s a firm believer in the whole “if you can’t laugh with the person you’re having sex with you shouldn’t have sex with them” addage, so he’s very grateful for those light moments.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

It could definitely be neater. He isn’t abysmal, but he is hairy and could stand to trim a tiiiny bit more often. He’s just very low maintenance down there. As long as it’s clean he's good, which is both true and a decent place to start but pls tell him to get a little off the top of you know what I mean.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈y

He’s! So! Loving! He’s always going to go the extra mile to make you feel special. He likes to keep things on the softer side I’d say 8/10 times. He prefers to make love instead of just fucking it out- but if you get into an argument or he’s frustrated, he will happily go hard… but still with candles and a massage. Also I said it already but he’s gonna hold your hands while he demolishes you- interlaced fingers and all that cute shit even tho you’re getting railed.

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

His grandma is one of those old ladies that’s like “don’t do that you’ll go blind,” so poor baby was a lil pent up before he got older. Now, he still doesn't do it often, but he does it once a month or so as part of his routine. He uses coconut oil because he likes the smell and that it melts easily.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

Breeding, listen it’s just embedded in country boys to fuck and fill. He is no exception.

Spanking, moreso as a way to direct you. Moving too much? slap to stay still. Changing positions? Slap to get you moving. Just wants to see you jiggle? Yeah that too. Motivational slaps also come into play when he wants you to know you’re doing a good job.

Auralism, He LOVES to hear you. The sound of your breath, your moans, the way you chant his name when you’re close… he eats that shit up. It feeds his ego and boosts his pride. He also makes a lot of noise himself, mostly really deep moans but there’s a sprinkling of praise throughout too.

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He needs privacy. So he’s definitely one to want to keep it at home or at least somewhere secluded and away, where he knows only you and him are there and will know about it.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He doesn’t care how he does it, but his number one priority, is making sure that you cum. Kita is a giver. And he will make sure to give you whatever you want from him.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He’s not into SUPER rough stuff. He’s not vanilla, but he is the kind of guy that sees sex as “lovemaking” so he’s not gonna punch you in the face or throw you around like a ragdoll. It’s just not his style. Of course if it's what you want, he will… but never expect him to ever bring it up or do so on his own.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Ok so- he's… teachable. I’m not gonna lie, he would start off as absolute trash. But the good thing about him is how adaptable he is, and how willing he is to learn. You’d have to have him work at it a lot but once he gets good he’s great. He’ll love the feeling of accomplishment he gets from you getting off with only his mouth- it does wonders for his pride.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

It’s very even- until he starts to get close. When he’s close he’s going to speed up so much that you have to brace yourself against anything that’ll hold you. He is definitely a headboard grabber too.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

He likes to take his time with you. For that reason, he isn’t a huge fan. You would really have to convince him that it's worth it. He doesn’t see the point in instant gratification, and thinks you should be patient. Good things come to those who wait and all that Kita stop being so stoic and rail me at the farmers market challenge

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Lmfao you think this mans is really gonna go for a public or semi-public scene? Think again. Now, he’s into sex outdoors sure, but only in your fenced in, enclosed backyard. He’s not letting anyone see you point blank periodt, you’re for his eyes only.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Excellent self control. He can hold off on cumming for as long as you need him to. Usually he’ll tap out himself after you’ve gotten through at least 3 of your own highs- but his record is 6. Has a super long refractory period tho- so he does things this way to make sure you get everything you need in one go.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

He actually likes using toys on you. He has a bunch of different plugs and vibes that he uses to suit the situation. He prefers to use a hitachi wand on you while he’s fucking you, but all the others he uses for foreplay- or after to keep you full to the brim of his cum.

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

You both tease each other absentmindedly. He doesn’t know why he gets so turned on by you scrubbing the floor on all fours (that’s why), but he does. He also doesn’t understand why you think its hot when he cuts firewood in winter or wipes his forehead with his shirt during the summer. He thinks he’s gross and sweaty- but you can only think of a million other ways to make him sweatier.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Listen we stan. He’s not quiet in bed by any means, but he’s not overly loud either. He’s the type who takes deep breaths and then on the exhale let’s out a moan from deep in his chest- you know the one. And he does that shit on purpose. Not really, but he does think of it as his way of letting you know that he feels as good as you feel. Will also 100% hit you with the “is that it baby? Is that the spot?” While you’re practically turning into jello underneath him bc he absolutely knows that’s the spot he just likes to make you say it.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

Wants to recreate the sex scene from tthe notebook with you. He can’t explain why, he just has an unexplainable urge to suck your face off in the rain and then proceed to raw you after peeling all the damp clothes from your body. Please oblige him.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

He’s got the thickness. Not coke Can thickness but like… you remember the Alaskan bull worm from ep of SpongeBob? Well he’s the whole worm, not just the tongue. I’m going to hell for that reference but ya he has a nice dick. The perfect thickness and and I’ll say a pretty good 5.5-6 inches worth. It’s also very veiny on the underside which- yes I love that.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

Normal sex drive, since you tend to do it at least 2 times a week. He only seems to get a little needier when you CAN’T have sex regularly- ie, one of you is sick or you’re away from each other. When that happens, he’s a little edgier than usual, can snap sometimes but not often.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s the type to get a second wind after. He’ll only go to sleep after he makes sure all your aftercare needs are met, and even then, he’s only going to power-nap it for maybe 10mins. He’ll stay still and cuddle you while you sleep, but he’ll most likely watch tv or scroll through his phone while you enjoy his warmth. Every once in awhile he’ll give you a kiss while you stir.

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[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

cursing

summary: i can’t think of a plot so maybe something like the reader first joining the group and she’s rlly shy and innocent so all the losers don’t want her near richie but one day he tries talking to her alone but they get detention somehow bc of him so her and richie have to do work like cleaning up classes and he rubs off on her and she picks up his sayings so the losers freak out?

A/N: I’m so sorry it took me this long to write it, I hope you still enjoy though 

Richie Tozier is characterized by his crude remarks. Friends, peers, teachers and parent alike know that if they want their respective students, friends or children to behave and remain innocent, they best separate them by a mile from Richie himself. New kids are warned to scoot if Richie tries to approach them, and if you’re seen talking to him, it’ll come as no surprise to anyone that curse words will become your second nature.

The losers club, aka Richie’s friends, accept this about him - except for Stan, who maintains his near perfect grammar despite being Richie’s oldest companion- and would never try to withhold him from getting to know new people and forming a friendship, but that doesn’t mean they try to shelter said person on occasion.

The first day you arrived at Derry high, eyes casted downwards as to not initiate eye contact with anyone out of shyness, the losers knew that they had to keep Richie’s crude words and humor away from you. They approached you, and just like any descend peer and classmate would do, took you under their wings. It wasn’t a secret that you were a shy person, riddled with social anxiety and the apprehensiveness to stand up for yourself, but the losers had tricks up their sleeve to help you overcome that fear. They do after all have a lot of experience in that department.

Your calmness contradicts everything that Richie claims to stand for -he’d never openly admit to his softer, more well-spoken side-, and though there is nothing wrong with either, the losers still maintained that you had to be eased into getting introduced to Richie’s abrasive persona.

Richie still hung out with you plenty, in fact it seemed as if you and Richie developed the closest friendship out of all of them, but as soon as the first syllables of an explicate would be formed, the other losers would loudly cuff of gently nudge Richie to let him know to stop talking.

For the most part, at least in the beginning, Richie stuck to his promise he had made with the losers. He tried his best to not let any lewd langue’s slip around you, with the exertion of mom jokes - the losers couldn’t convince him to forgo those – and with a few misshapes not counted in, they rarely happened.

But then, unexpectedly and unfitting for you, both Richie and you get detention. Richie has gotten detention before, a lot in fact, but never had their timid, newest addition of the losers club been in any kind of trouble. It frustrated even Bev and Ben, and Richie of course, when Eddie, Stan and you ganged up on them to be the voice of caution, refusing to do anything remotely illegal or dangerous. So you getting detention was not something any of them ever saw happening.

It came as no surprise to find out Richie had pulled you into trouble with him, by babbling away in class and trying to get you to respond to his hyper antics in the middle of the class with the teacher every student feared most, Miss Michez. He would throw props of paper your way, write stuff on it and beg for you to respond to it, yell out random things until you caved in and laughed so hard you nearly snorted. Miss Michez, never one to allow any descriptiveness in her class, hurried to give Richie detention, and by default you, to find any reason to chase him out of her classroom.

It didn’t matter to her that today was the first day of the year that the sun actually warmed up the surface, and that a bunch of test were impending and the losers had hoped for one last day of relaxing. All she thought of was punishing her students.

The losers, already planning on hanging out that day, decided to wait for the two of you outside of the school, even knowing that you and Richie were likely to be stuck there for at least an hour after everyone else was dismissed.

They were waiting in a state of uncertainty. They’d never seen you upset, or sad before, and you might not be now either, but they had no idea what to expect. They didn’t know if you were the type of person to freak out over getting in trouble with elders, or if you didn’t care. Assuming you would be upset, the losers collectively bundle their pocket money and got to the store around the corner of the school and bought heaps of comfort food.

When they were done shopping, they made sure to loiter around the front of the school. A part of them was hopeful that Richie managed to keep you bright and happy and smiley, but they know that detention isn’t a joke so prepare for the worst.

At the hour and a half mark, the usual duration of detention on a Wednesday, Richie lanky body flew out the door, the door sweeping open and shut behind him. He had his arm tucked over your shoulders, and he laughed as he led you away from the - what he described as - grounds of hell.

‘G-g-uys, are y-y-you okay?’ Bill asks as soon as you and Richie are within reach. There’s no visible upset on your face, not as far as he can tell, but you might have just been covering it up very well.

‘What? Oh yeah we’re fine, the old hag couldn’t wait to get rid of us’, Richie laughs as he leads you closer to the group.

‘Yeah, I don’t think she realized she was setting herself up for more time with Richie’, you say as you duck under his arm. ‘Whatever, the bitch deserved it.’

Ben chokes on his own spit, while Beverly cackles so loud it’s surprising miss Michez doesn’t storm down the stairs to shush them.

‘Did you just curse?’ Stan grounds out, wide eyes looking at you like it’s the first time he has ever seen you.

‘Some people deserve it’, you answer, that same shyness the losers are so used of you coming back slowly. Apparently, the moment of brave boldness has come and gone. ‘Kind of like Eddie’s mom.’

Bev roars louder, holding herself up by a beam so she doesn’t fall over laughing. Eddie’s face turns white, and his gaze slowly, almost imperceptibly, shifts to Richie’s face. Then he states calmly; ‘I’m going to fucking kill you.’

Richie is granted three seconds to run.