#dunno if i like it yet but at least im writing

[toastsnaffler]

urghhhh..

[midnightanxietytm]

He takes his whiskey neat

A/N: Look, I think i was possessed while writing this one /j. It was like 1 am and I was procrastination on college work, I dunno what happened but this is the ungodly spawn of my imagination mixed with sleep deprivation, caffeine and stress. Enjoy and don't question it too much

Contents: Ford Pines x reader, pinning (lots of pining), I pictured reader in their late 40s to early 50s so there is an age gap but nothing extreme. There's some plot in those holes. uhhh lots of tension and no payoff because im pretty sure I passed out before I got to that part.

Word count: 996

There’s this look on his eyes now that you can’t quite figure out.

Ever since Stanford Pines came back from the portal, ever since weirdmageddon and the end of that fateful summer, something about him fundamentally changed. There’s contempt, relief, sure, but there's more to it, something that he keeps deep in that rattling metal-protected brain of his.

And god forbid sometimes you just want to pick him apart entirely, figure out every detail, note it down, absorb it, maybe then his mere presence won’t entice you, mess you, so goddamn much.

It culminates, as all events are bound to do, right before that year’s summer vacation, you blame the heat. 

Soos and Melody took a vacation for themselves, entrusting the shack back to Stan’s less than trustworthy hands, just like old times. Ford slips back into the basement so easily you almost follow him; your mind briefly longing for that nostalgia of being freshly out of college, when you and Ford were easily impressed by the oddness of the world.

You were a prodigy; a good ten years younger than him yet still doing your masters while he did his doctorate, and in the same area with similar themes! Back then, you two were just bright-eyed yet very tired academics… Then Gravity Falls presented itself on a silver platter, and Bill followed through.

You were there, on the day of the portal, or at least, almost there, going back for the thousandth time, expecting no answer to your knocks at the door as usual, only to be met with the fallout of something far worse than refusal.

And then he was back, less jittery, less paranoid and less sleep deprived than he was before at least. But there was that thing in his eyes, that inherent distrust, detachment…? You struggled to find the words and if there’s one thing that you as a scientist can’t deal with is a question that goes unresearched.

So it began; your “research” depended on experiment and to experiment, you firstly decided to get close to your unwilling subject. And you go down the rabbit hole.

You find him in the basement, of course. He’s drawing on loose sheets of paper, some of the discarded pieces lay on the floor, and the cd player by his side is playing just loud enough to muffle your footsteps as you approach him by his right side. “Updating the journal?” You ask, nonchalantly, as if you hadn't obsessively turned each page of his journals before, as if your own handwriting wasn’t squeezed in the first ones before his old muse took all the space left.

Ford just hums, raising his chin slightly, but not his eyes, just to acknowledge the question. “Not really, just trying to get some proportion practice. Looking back, some of my work on the first journal was… Not the best.” 

A chuckle leaves your mouth; “If you say so…” You hum, picking up one of the filled out pages that were pushed aside in the table and pretending to look it over as he places his pen down and looks up at you.

“Any advice?” He asks, and once again you pretend to be paying attention to anything but him and his every movement.

“Not really… I think you’re good.” You place the paper back at the table, leaning against it. “Thought you’d be going through your abstract phase by now, honestly.” And you smirk down at him.

He leans back, crossing his arms; “I fear I’m too logical to have an abstract phase, even my craziest dreams have math and science behind them.” And you both laugh, and your curiosity itches more and more every millisecond.

The next words that leave your mouth were planned and inwardly rehearsed, but they come out natural as a summer breeze. “Every tortured artist has an abstract phase, get on with the times, sixer!” It comes out as a joke, it's a test. And suddenly you’re too nervous to stay there, staring at him and waiting for a rebuttal. You push yourself off the table and zipline to one of the bookshelves, reaching towards the back of it, you pull the ‘eureka whiskey’ and the two cups.

He just watches you for a second, then accepts the cup as you pour him one, then one for yourself. 

And it’s truly the eureka whiskey, because goddamn you just found something in those eyes. 

He takes a sip; “Yeah I guess those portal days would do for some good surrealist pieces at least.”

“I can’t even imagine.” You say.

He smirks, lips inches from his cup. “You can’t…” He takes a sip. “That’s the point of surrealist.” You want his brain under a microscope, you want his breath mixing with yours, you want to never see him again, you want to wake up near him every day.

The curse of science is that in the endeavor to figure out the world, the scientist often loses sight of themselves. 

The witty remarks, the planned lines, the psychological strategies, all fly out of you head and you lean back against his desk. He’s leaned further back now and his chair is turned diagonally towards you and he watches with a smile and those eyes. “What did you see?” It’s almost a whisper, because you think he might actually tell you, and that scares you more than anything.

“Too much…” He swallows, sighs, takes a swing of whiskey and rests the empty cup on the desk. “It was very chaotic, honestly that’s all I want to say…” You sigh, pushing yourself up to sit at his desk, and his head tilts as he watches you. 

“I’m glad you’re back.” You settle, even though it doesn’t even come near to all the things you want to express. He smiles, and his eyes travel down, landing on your hands, holding your barely touched whiskey glass. You follow his gaze, and chuckle. “I’m more of a whine person.”

“I know…”

[iiwaijime]

02. the much awaited cat adoption episode

"y/n, you look weird," osamu tells you as you step into his apartment. "what are you hiding?"

"nothing!" you reply a little too quickly.

"meow," says your jacket. "meow."

"what the fuck." atsumu props himself up onto his elbows, peering up at you from where he's sprawled out on kuroo's couch, suna fast asleep beside him. "is that a cat?"

you nod sheepishly, unzipping your jacket to reveal a black cat, not fully grown, but not a kitten either. "he was outside, all alone. i'll take him home."

atsumu grabs it from you immediately, cooing and making stupid kissy faces at it. "what's its name?"

"his name hasn't been decided yet," you say, plopping down in atsumu's recently vacated seat. "mm, it's still warm here, thanks, tsumu."

atsumu scowls. "you're welcome, you little fu—"

osamu gives him a Look from where he's setting the table for dinner, and he twists his face into an uugly smile. "you little sister of mine, who i love very much."

osamu snickers, and you take the chance to discreetly sneak a glance at suna, who looks like he's melted into the cushions, still passed out. he looks pretty like this, all relaxed without the usual stupid deadpan look on his face. but you must have stared for a moment too long, because when you look away, the younger twin flashes you a knowing smile.

atsumu doesn't notice the silent exchange as he lifts the cat up into the air. "what should we name him?"

osamu examines the cat over his twin's shoulder before he sits down beside you, lightly squeezing you into his side. "dunno, but i like his eyes. hi, baby sister."

"hi, 'samu. you're just a year older than me," you say with a roll of your eyes. but you still can't hold back the fond smile that crosses your face.

"oh!" atsumu yelps, almost dropping the cat. "his eyes!"

"what about them?" you ask, confused.

"they're that weird shade of green, like sunarin! we should name him..." he pauses for dramatic effect. "we should name him sunarin junior!"

osamu groans, but he doesn't disagree, and as for you— "sure!"

"sunarin, wake up!" yells your brother, poking him harshly with a toe.

"whahuh?" he jerks awake, opening one eye groggily — atsumu is right, their eyes are eerily similar — before abruptly kicking atsumu, hard. "atsumu, what the fuck?"

"look, sunarin junior."

"huh?"

"we named him after you!"

"oh!" suna sits up. it's like he's fallen in love with the tiny creature, eyes widening as he zeroes in on it. "holy shit, he's my son now."

"what?" you ask.

"he's my son, give him to me."

"since when is he your son?"

"he has my name, so i get to have some parental rights, right?"

"well yeah, that's valid, but he's my son, not yours! i was the one who rescued him," you argue. the cat meows halfheartedly in your brother's arms.

"he's our son, how about that?" he says it carelessly, but a dizzying rush of... something rushes through you, and butterflies rise up in your stomach. you ignore the sidelong glance osamu throws your way, and cross your arms. "what the heck?

"give him to me," he repeats.

"pay child support first, at least," you say with a snicker, although it dies down pretty fast when to your surprise, rintarou suna digs through the pocket of his shorts before chucking a handful of candy at your face.

"there, now give him to me."

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authors note(s) !!

smau is sav's now like i love her sm [does it show that im not close to a lot of ppl on here. tbh im such a loser (/pos) that id be the same even if i had like a ton of close friends i think]

anyways, they adopt meowmeow <3

mom and dad ahuygiadhsuijk screams loudly.

i loved writing the sibling dynamics like. yeah.

me n my siblings arent the closest?? but like my brother and i stay up yapping ab jjk and my little sister and i do art shit together and my older sister crochets me cute shit and shows her affection by touching her leg with mine when we sleep at night or putting our pillows closer together and like sahsgajksdhjdsa i love my siblings basically

stress solving rubiks cubes then im suddenly being competitive f2l cfop kys

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[python333]

HAI! i rlly like your platonic 141 fics and I'm wondering if we could get some more dad price and/or brother gaz sleepy cuddles? :3

stretched too thin — python333

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synopsis gaz notices you overworking yourself one night and decides to step in before you end up pulling an all-nighter.

relationships platonic!gaz & gn!reader.

characters gaz.

word count 2.05k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of pet names [love, darling], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note oh my god im so sorry i disappeared for like. a month. ill try my best to not be gone for more than a week at a time, but with all of my schoolwork and just over all stress ive been experiencing lately, i dont know if ill be able to get fics out every week :< ill try my best though! please accept this fic as an apology—its another big bro gaz one!! special shoutout to everyone else who has an older sibling thats very distant with them, you and me are in the same boat fr!! also, last thing—im thinking about making a discord server where i announce when fics are being written and published and stuff, but i dunno if yall would join or anything, so if u would pls lmk!!

You haven’t left your office in five hours. 

Recently—just about two days ago—you finished up an assignment fairly quickly and, as a result, had to write a detailed report of said assignment. It went over the mission you’d gone on, and listed off every major detail you could think of, though because you just can’t give yourself a break you were constantly thinking of other details you might’ve missed even though there was little chance you’d missed anything.

The mission wasn’t anything too important, honestly. It was originally going to be a week-long camp-out reconnaissance by an enemy task force’s base, obtaining information on their schedule and what they did throughout the day and whatnot. However, only a day into the mission, the small squad of soldiers that had accompanied you saw another small military group observing the same group you’d been observing.

So, naturally, you observed them as well. Aren’t you just the best multi-tasker?

The task force eventually found out about the other group, just a day later, while your squad was still in the clear to continue your observations. So, your mission had quickly come to a close—but, because of the circumstances under which the mission had come to a close, you were required to write an extremely detailed report on the other group and the group you’d been observing.

It would be an understatement to say you were tired. You’re exhausted.

Between the non-stop writing, the coffee sitting on your desk that’s been microwaved five times and has been refilled thrice, and the uncomfortable chair you’ve sat in that you have yet to replace, you’re extremely exhausted. Your movements are sluggish, your fingers aren’t as swift on the keyboard of your computer as they usually are, and worst of all—you still have more to write. 

Your eyes stung and felt dry, your hands felt like they were going to stop working completely at any moment, and you were overall just exhausted. 

You look over at the clock on your desk, and it reads 02:28 AM, indicating that you would only have about four hours to sleep if you went to bed now. I’m too far into this report to stop now, You tell yourself, sighing as you blink slowly at your computer screen, If only my vision didn’t keep getting blurry… 

Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion, and for a second you think you’re hallucinating until the knock sounds once more. 

Reluctantly, with a voice raspy from not using it almost all day, you call out, “Come in!” 

Your voice is softer and quieter than you’d like it to be, but it doesn’t matter too much to you at this moment—at least, not in your foggy mind that still begs you for sleep, even when you have far more of your report to finish. 

The door opens with a creak, and in walks Gaz. 

“Sarg,” He greets you, not bothering to close the door behind him as he walks up to your desk, “Pleasure to see you for the first time in, what… three days?” 

“Two days and eighteen hours,” You correct him, taking a moment to crack your stiff knuckles, not taking your eyes off of your monitor, “And you know you don’t have to call me ‘sarg’ or ‘sergeant’ or anything. We’re the same rank.” 

Gaz promptly ignores you, “Right, well, anything over a day is way too long for me to go without seeing you. Why’re you all cooped up in here on your computer?”

“‘Cause I need to write a report on my assignment,” You briefly explain, before lightly goading Gaz, “Not all of us need a shit ton of attention every day like you do.” 

“Ehh,” Gaz theatrically makes a thinking face, before shrugging, “Not sure what you mean by ‘us’, but alright.” 

“By ‘us’, I mean everyone but you.” 

“Surely that doesn’t include you, right?” 

“It does.” 

Gaz gasps quietly at your reply, before dramatically responding, “Oh, you can’t be serious.”

“I absolutely can,” You hum, finally taking your eyes off of your computer screen to look up at Gaz, “Is it so hard for you to believe that I don’t need to talk to you every waking hour?” 

“It is, actually,” Gaz scoffs, “Because I know that you do need to talk to me every waking hour.” 

“Uh, no I don’t,” You childishly argue, raising an eyebrow at Gaz.

“Uh, yes you do,” Gaz immaturely argues back, crossing his arms, “Look me in the eyes and tell me that the past two days and eighteen hours haven’t been shit because I haven’t given you any attention.”

You open your mouth to form a response but quickly close it, realizing that yeah, actually, I kind of do crave his attention. 

Fuck.

“You’re not the only person that gives me attention,” You point out, hoping to find some way to change the subject.

“Sure, but you like the attention I give you the most,” Gaz hums, leaning forward to rest his crossed arms on your desk opposite of where you sit.

“You don’t know that.”

“Then tell me that I’m wrong,” Gaz challenges you.

You narrow your eyes at him, glaring at him for a moment before sighing, “You suck.”

“Maybe I suck, but you look like you haven’t slept for the past week,” Gaz points out, “You look exhausted, by the way. And dehydrated. Actually, you just look like the human embodiment of a headache.” 

“What the fuck?” 

“I mean that in the most loving, non-offensive way possible.”

“You come into my office, accuse me of needing attention from you, then you insult me by calling me the human version of a headache?”

“It wasn’t an insult!” Gaz raises his hands in surrender, before sighing, “I’m being serious. You look dead, [c/n]. You need sleep.” 

“What I need is to finish this report,” You huff out, beginning to turn your attention back to your computer, before Gaz’s hand is quickly placed on your chin and forces you to look back at him. 

“No, what you need is some rest,” Gaz argues, more serious this time, taking his hand off of your chin—something you shouldn’t miss nearly as much as you do, the warmth of his hand fading far too quickly from your face—and bringing it back to rest on the desk. 

“Maybe you need rest, Gaz.”

“Sure I do,” He shrugs, “But I’m only going to sleep if you do.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Really? You’re pulling that card?”

“I am.” 

You stare at him for a moment, mentally weighing your options, before sighing and bringing your elbows up to the table so that you can place your forehead in your hands.

On one hand, if you stay in your office you can finish up your report before four and then go to sleep, and hope that you magically feel active even with just an hour or two of sleep in the morning. On the other hand, if you go to sleep now, so does Gaz, and then you both get more than just two hours of sleep. 

After another moment of consideration, you huff out a frustrated breath and mutter, “Fine.” 

Gaz smiles down at you and walks around your desk to your side of it, holding out a hand for you to grab to help yourself up from your chair and using his free hand to save your report and power off your monitor. 

You take his hand and stand up, your legs a little weak and balance iffy from sitting down for so long, but within the next few minutes you’re sure you’ll be able to properly walk. You let go of his hand once you’re positive you won’t fall over, and once he sees that you’re able to walk, Gaz silently walks towards the door of your office. Just as quietly, you follow him. 

He turns off the lights for you and lets you walk out of the office first, locking the door from the inside and closing it once you’re out. Once he’s done, he takes the lead again and you follow him down to his sleeping quarters. It’s not too long of a walk there, only two minutes at most.

Once you’re there, Gaz opens the door and lets you walk in first. Once you’re inside and Gaz has closed the door, you shrug off your camouflage patterned jacket and toe off your already loosened tan boots, leaving you in just your camouflage cargo pants and army green undershirt.

You look down at your pants with a frown, knowing from experience that sleeping in them was incredibly uncomfortable and left you regretting your whole existence the morning after, but before you could even look over at Gaz to tell him of your situation, you felt something being thrown at you. 

You immediately turn your attention to the item that had been hurled at you—the item in question being a pair of gray sweatpants, some that would probably be a little bit looser than you’d prefer on your figure—and then look over at Gaz with a questioning look. 

“Figured you wouldn’t wanna sleep in that,” Gaz shrugs, nodding to your cargo pants in response to your nonverbal confusion. 

You hum in appreciation, not wanting to talk too much at the moment, instead waiting for Gaz to look away before slipping off your pants and replacing them with the sweatpants Gaz had thrown at you. The fit isn’t as uncomfortable as you thought they’d be—they’re loose and hang low on your hips, just like you thought they would, of course, but they don’t feel nearly as weird as you thought they would.

Once you’ve tightened the strings on the waist of the pants, you get into Gaz’s bed, pulling the covers up and over yourself. Gaz quickly settles into the bed next to you, quickly getting himself comfortable under the sheets, and pulling the covers up and over his shoulders in one swift movement.

He gets closer to you, so close that his chest presses against your back and you can feel the tip of his nose ghosting over the top of your head. He wraps one arm over your body to pull you impossibly closer to him, and his other arm snakes underneath the side of your body so that both of his arms are wrapped around you.

He hums contently and his thumb rubs small circles into your clothed stomach, the action—despite being small—causing your stomach to warm up almost immediately. 

“Comfortable, darling?” Gaz asks quietly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“Very,” You mumble back, trying to subtly lean your head back against Gaz in hopes of getting at least one more kiss. Noticing your efforts, he huffs out a small laugh and presses another gentle kiss right at the edge of your hairline before pressing one last one to your forehead. 

Even with the comforting atmosphere, you can’t find it within yourself to fully relax, your body still tense and stiff underneath the blanket. Gaz, just like he did with your “subtle” movements, notices and frowns. 

“Just sleep,” Gaz tiredly mumbles into the top of your head, “You have to get up in three hours. The sooner you sleep, the more sleep you get.” 

You don’t respond, instead simply sighing and forcing your eyes closed. You do have to admit, it’s nice being able to actually close your eyes for something other than blinking, and closing your eyes for longer than half a second has made you realize that they were even drier than you thought they were. 

Exhausted and ready to finally sleep, you eventually get to a point where you no longer need to force your eyes shut, and as a result, your whole body relaxes for the first time in almost six hours. 

“G’night, love,” Gaz murmurs, feeling your body relax next to his. You hum in acknowledgment of his words, not finding the energy within yourself to properly respond, instead finding yourself drifting off into a deep sleep. 

And if four hours later, Gaz wakes up and simply lies there, not waking you and instead letting you get some more sleep despite you having to be up soon, nobody has to know.

[parkerdoeswriting]

I’m in Love With How You Feel

(TASM!Peter x PregTeen!Reader)

category: fluff oneshot

summary: preggo teen!reader and peter discuss baby and living situations

warnings: (teen) pregnancy, reader is written to be afab but is referred in neutral terms

word count: 0.8k

A/N: im lowkey tempted to make this like a just teeny tiny series with two or three more parts so if that’s something at least one person wants to see I will write it

pt 2 to Anyone Else But You, but you don’t gotta read it to understand this

“Hello goober” Peter coos into your bump, pressing small kisses to the surface of it.

“Goober?” you laugh, ruffling his hair.

He smiles dorkishly at you, his hands caressing your bump.

You’ve been pregnant for around 5 months, and ever since then, Peter could not keep his hands off your stomach. He tried not to touch it during school, so as to not drag attention to it, but you were getting to the point where your bump showed against your baggy sweaters.

You managed to somehow inform your parents of the news, and thankfully they didn’t kill you on the spot. They were upset at you and Peter of course, but they noticed how happy you two were and so they supported you both, and were excited to meet their future grandchild.

Then next was May, Aunt May. Peter felt better telling her about the baby then you were telling your parents. You can still see her expression when you both told her of the situation, a mix of shock and pure joy. Her arms wrapping around you both to give you a soul crushing bear hug.

“Are you staying the night?” you ask him, your hands resting on your bump gently.

“Mhm, never gonna leave you” he mumbles against your belly.

You chuckle softly at his words, petting his hair as he practically clings to you.

“You’re gonna have to go home eventually” you remark, making little ponytails in his hair.

“Nope, gonna bring you with me” he smirks cheekily at you, sitting up so he can wrap you up in his arms.

“That reminds me actually, when I do give birth, are you gonna visit a lot?” you ask, rubbing your bump.

“Well.. I was hoping we could live together so I can help at night” he says, pressing small kisses to your cheek.

“Like- get an apartment?!” you tilt your head in confusion.

“Mhm, I’m starting a job soon so I’ll start getting some sort of income” he plays with your hair.

“I don’t know if we can even rent- cause we aren’t eighteen yet..” you sigh, frowning softly.

He sighs as well as he looks up at you, his lower lip jutting out. It’s been hard figuring out what you should both do after the birth of the baby, Peter doesn’t want to leave you to be the carer the majority of the time, and you don’t want him to miss out on his education, which has caused a small strain in your relationship.

“Well, we could either do like a week here and a week at my place, or I could spend all my nights here? I’m sure May would understand” he offers sweetly, reaching for your hand.

“I kinda like the idea of a week there and a week here, we could do that after a couple weeks after this demon is born” You giggle at my joke, putting his hands back on your bump.

As if on cue, the baby kicks against your stomach. Peter’s eyes widen as he looks at you in shock, laughing softly.

“Our little demon” he leans in to kiss you, his thumbs rubbing circles on your bump.

“We still gotta figure out names” you whisper to him, looking down at your bump.

“Stinker if it’s a boy, stinkerette if it’s a girl” he chuckles.

“Stop fooling around” you laugh back, messing his hair up.

“Fine, what do you think we should name ‘em?” he reaches for your hair in return, giving it a quick mess up.

“Dunno, was thinking maybe Juno for a girl?” you giggle mischievously.

“We are not naming our child after that movie” he laughs, planting his face back into your bump.

“Oh come on.. it’s a very beautiful name” you pout.

He shakes his head, his nose brushing against your belly. You scoff playfully at him, shifting your body so you’re lying on your back.

“Noo.. don’t move” he mumbles, trying to hold you in place.

“Just laying down Pete” you stretch out, yawning.

“You sleepy?” his head pops up.

“Always” you chuckle at your little joke.

He moves his face from your bump up to your face as he lays next to you, paying attention to you. He cups your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. It was all like some sort of routine of his, he’d spend time making sure the baby felt loved and cared for, and then made sure his baby felt loved and cared for as well.

“Love you” he mumbles assuringly, staring deep into your eyes.

You blush, leaning into his touch, cupping his hands with yours.

“Love you too” you smile, yawning again.

He moves on his side, his body pressing against your sides as he lays his leg over yours, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. You know he won’t fall asleep until you do, but it doesn’t matter. You slowly feel yourself fade into dreamland, the stress from the pregnancy dripping away with each second you let yourself succumb.

[mintiicinnamonii]

All 2 U

notes: if yall know me from only my x readers, you may not know that im what my friends call ‘the angst queen’. I love writing angst, and to hold you guys over til the SPICY SHIT, I have this angsty one shot :3

It had been two days since you and Wukong broke up. And you had been inconsolable ever since. Not answering calls, barely going outside, crying (as someone in your position reasonably would).. you felt like shit, to put it bluntly. Yet despite all of this, when you got a random letter in the mail inviting you from a ‘Wukong Sucks” party with an outfit exactly your size, you decided to go. Funny how that works, huh?

The party was at a bar, with a fancy chandlier and pool tables. It almost looked like a casino in Las Vegas; Whoever hosted this was rich as hell. You fiddled with your hoodie, looking around. Damn, a lot of people hated Wukong… Ironically, you were wearing a peach themed outfit, the one the mystery person sent you. Despite being depressed out of your mind, you found the mystery person’s humor funny.

“Hey! New one!” You turned your head to see a dark furred simian, with golden eyes and a red marking on his face. He looked vaguely familiar. “Me?” You pointed at yourself. The monkey chuckled; his voice had a slight rasp and a suave tone. “Yeah, who else could I be talking about?” He put his hands in his pockets. “Heard you were Wukong’s freshest ex. Name’s Macaque. The Six-Eared Macaque.” 

Macaque.. you memorized the name in your mind, silently muttering. “Nice to meet you,” You introduced yourself, saying your name as well. “Were.. you the one who sent me that invite? And the clothes?” Macaque furrowed his brows. “No, I didn’t.. Who could have-“ He froze, before pinching his nose brdige. “Oh, that little shit.” You raised a brow from under your hat, confused. “Huh?” The monkey looked back up at you. “Oh, nothing.” Macaque sighed.  “Say.. how about you go on stage? We have a karaoke bar, and at least for me.. singing relieves some stress.” You hummed. “I dunno.. I’m not the best on stage…” Macaque laughed in response. “Nonsense! You’ll be fine! Besides, it ain’t about how good you sound.” 

He led you to the stage, your eyes scanning the venue. There were people laughing and drinking around a bar where a white haired person (who looked more like a kid with her style and stature, Macaque insisted she was well over 21.) served drinks, playing pool and cards, and you caught sight of someone burning a Wukong plush on a stake. You shuffled a bit closer to Macaque after that. 

Wukong pushed through the crowd, covering his face with his sunglasses as his tail snapped on the floor in irritation at the sight of all the people he’d wronged; A few heavenly deities which he stole the peaches of immortality from, Ao Guang and his assistant, hell, even Nezha, the Celestial Realm’s number one grumpypants. What was the commotion? He was just here for a drink, only to see everyone crowding around the stage and burning his plushies at the stake. From behind his sunglasses, he saw two golden eyes whispering to someone with a peach baseball cap, and the sight of him made his blood boil. Macaque. That bastard. He had to use all of his self control to not start a fight right there, right now. But his temper was replaced instantly as a familiar face stepped on stage. “Peaches..?” He whispered, barely audible.

You looked at the crowds of people, clearing your throat as the spotlight shone on you. Your body shook and you started to sweat in your peach hoodie; you were never good at performing. God, why did you go here again? Just as you were beginning to panic, Macaque teleported next to you, accompanied by a shadow clone. He nodded, smiling reassuringly. The bartender gave a thumbs up, grinning. You exhaled, starting to sing a song that you’d been listening to a lot since the breakup. 

“I let you get too close I let it go too far Now I know, now I know Now I know exactly what you are!”

Macaque and the shadow clones jumped in, immediately knowing the song and following along.  Macaque and one shadow clone served as background singers as around 3 more played the drums and guitar; that monkey thought of everything…

“I don’t think you meant to hurt me

Cause I don’t think it meant a thing at all~”

You felt your voice rasp a bit, but no one seemed to noticed as the song continued.

Wukong was in shock. You were really good at singing, and through the 2 years you have been together, he had no idea you could sing. His heart twisted as you sang about how your relationship meant nothing to him. God.. nothing could be farther from the truth.

“But I~! 

I keep on waiting

Waiting to want you less than I do

Oh I do, oh I do, yes I still do want you..”

You held the mic in a death grip, voice filled with grief, and sadness, and rage. Rage about why this didn’t work out. Rage on how depressed you’ve been without him. Rage on how you STILL wanted him, despite everything. 

But then you felt.. guilt.

“But maybe its all on me 

for missing every sign 

and every chance 

and every turn..”

You couldn’t help but flinch when Macaque chimed in with: 

“Nononono, he’s a motherfucker!”

You persisted, pure emotion flowing into your song. Wukong bit his lip, staring at you on the stage. He would be passed on the floor from how hot you loomed if he wasn’t heartbroken.  

“Maybe there’s something here

For us to glean 

For you to teach

and me to try and learn..”

“Cause I am not a thief

But you were mine to earn!

What if I came on too strong?

What if I read this all wrong?

What if we just don’t belong?

All this what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if

makes me

burn~!”

Wukong felt tears well up in his eyes. “Dammit, peaches..” He tried not to cry. He couldn’t cry. Not now. Not ever. Why were you the only one who could do this to him? He was so busy wallowing in his depression he didn’t notice you ending the song and walking off stage. His golden eyes widened, watching you leave before chasing after you. 

“Hey! Wait a sec-“ He called out, speed walking as he once again pushed through the crowd. “S’cuse me- Pardon me- Move-“

He finally spotted you, drinking some alcohol with a dead look on your face in the corner. 

“Peaches!” 

You snapped your head to look at him. “..Wha-“ You paused, confused. “How- why-“ 

“I’m sorry.”

“..What.” 

Wukong stiffened. “Look, I know I’m bad at this sorry thing, and I know I fucked up on so many levels-“

“Oh, glad you could admit it. Want a medal?” You scoffed, drinking some more of the booze as you pulled your hood up on your head. Wukong opened his mouth, about to speak, when you cut him off, voice shaking. “Don’t. Just- just don’t. ..Do you know how much it hurts? For the one person who promised to be there for you through EVERYTHING, to leave you behind and forget about you? I loved you, I TRUSTED you-“ You paused, shaking. “Why? Why did you leave me? Am I that worthless to you? Is getting mire powerful the ONLY THING YOU CARE FOR-“ You inhaled, wiping away a tear. “Go home, Wukong. I don’t like how you make me feel.” 

Wukong’s heart shattered, reaching out to hold your hand when Macaque walked up to the both of you. Wukong quickly adjusted his sunglasses. Macaque was none the wiser, looking at you. “‘Not a good singer’ you say?” The shadow monkey laughed. “Hah. You’re cute when you stutter.” Your cheeks went pink at that. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, we’re busy.” Wukong growled, grasping his sleeve. “Woah, there bud, I was just asking if the new one wanted to dance~.” He smirked, and your eyes widened. Wukong, despite his obvious jealousy, sighed, nodding at you as a sign to let you go. You nodded back, going over to Macaque and joining him on the dance floor. 

Wukong groaned. “God.. stupid fuckin..” He stood up, going to leave. Music blared through the speakers, the stench of alcohol and smoke filled the room as he leaned on the door frame, and looked back one last time to see you and Macaque laughing, the two of you suddenly locked in a kiss.

Wukong stormed outside after that.

[himejoshiangels]

batgirl 2000 reread bcs I'm crazyy...IM NUTS!!!

her and that damned rose..what does it all MEAN!!! it makes a reappearance l8r...also I missed this dynamic so so bad. me when I'm in a seeing my kids as an extension of myself competition and my opponent is Bruce Wayne

I always forget how fucking potent and tension filled the first arc of this comic is man. it's like, bcs cass can't speak or even have thought bubbles everything's communicated via her actions or the words of the ppl around her. every panel she's in has to be chock-full of emotion and every time she interacted with someone the implications and the ffUCKKKKK‼️

the atmosphere in this damn comic man

I dunno man not to "back in my day!" when it wasn't even my day. but comics these days don't trust the audience even a little. there's always gotta be paragraphs of text having a character explicitly state every detail of their motivation and like not that old comics didn't also do that but at least the words they wrote were pretty like fuck man who are they hiring to write this shit anymorw

this transition is straight out of a movie. I know we say this with literally everything but if ANY comic in the world should get an animated show it has to be this one. top contender. it's formulated like one already, it's episodic w perfect overall themes and bigger plots. even the vibe is perfect, the grainy mtv cartoon thing it has going. every day I pray for a batgirl 2000 cartoon it'd go so crazy jsut adapt the shit straight

batgirl 2000 just keeps hitting you and doesn't let up bcs in the same episode SORRY issue..where cass meets lady Shiva for the first time is also the same issue where babs first begins to address her as Cassandra

^^WHICH IS CRAZY bcs we have to keep in mind that up to this point cass is nameless, she's only been referred to as batgirl. this is one of the first times she goes out as not batgirl too tho, bcs Bruce benched her. it's GAHHHHH that whole thing where vigilantes angst and drama abt titles and legacies and their individual identities is exacerbated so so bad for cass bcs batgirl is the first name she's ever given. like it's all she ever knew and ever was. Cassandra came after and THIS

THIS PANEL RUGHT HERE ohhh my god it makes me crazy. she's only batgirl. she doesn't even have the words to explain it yet. she's only a reflection of the city she's sworn to protect its all she is and at first its lowkey all Bruce let's her be. not to mention. her relationship w babs, I'll speak on them l8r can't do it now I'll explode

a 1:1 animated series man. it's all I can think about so so many iconic moments. I don't kill but I don't lose either is already as cold as cold gets. the way the comic is formatted already fully visualizes as animated in my brain and it's so so fun to watch

LIKE LOOK AT THIS!! cinematic as he'll and it's not even moving..

both cass and Bruce hit the bullseye like....

Cass's perfectionism is such an underrated character trait of hers (in like the greater batfam fandom and more modern comics not here, never here) bcs she literally sacrifices her life about it. she's so self detrimental about how not perfect she is anymore and Bruce's nonsense doesn't help either. man sees himself reflected in a teenage girl once and looses all his damn sense. I'm just, yea we know "mediocre for a life time or perfect for a year" < god that goes hard, but the true tragedy that is cass's inability to see how unnatural and upsetting it is that her mind works the way it does at all, that she can run into bullets head on but complains that she could do it with more skill when she was 6 or whatever like girl...never evr letting myself become desensitized to her trauma, David cain when I get you...

AND ANOTHER THING AND ANOTHER THING!!! KKKKKKKKK!! the sideplots and b plots and background characters in this comic..each of them are offered so much empathy by the narrative and are written purposefully to reflect or foil whatever cass's current conflic is all while feeling like fully fleshed characters even if they only appear for one issue

^^ I have feeling abt these panels but my lawyers are advising me not to speak atvthis ttime

THFUCKINH THE ROSE!!AGAIN!!! so sure this is old news but my running theory is that it definitely ties into cass's sense of self and identity outside of her living weapon status. this whole issue is prime babs v. bruce custody battle material bcs babs wants cass to be able to have a normal life, to be someone outside of batgirl bcs where she is now isn't healthy even a little bit but bruce argues that cass doesn’t need that, all she needs is her devotion to the mission < now we don't have time to unpack all that but in this moment we see her make the choice, dropping the rose. in the very first panel of the whole comic cass does the very same thing, she drops the puzzle (representing her childhood) in favor of violence bcs at the time its all she knows THE PARALLELS HELP HELP MEEE

AND AND THIS NEXT WHOLE PANEL is so evocative of the first few issues where cass couldnt yet put her emotions into words. just atmosphere and silence. BECAUSE she's confused!!! bruce says justice is what she needs that it will make her feel better, feel normal but it doesn't!! she looks over the city and still feels..feeling!!!! she picks the rose back up and extends a hand out to barbara bcs she was right, she not Bruce, she can't sit in a cave all alone all day and feel better (<which arguably doesn't even work for him either)

in the next few issues she meets steph and tim which is soo fun bcs letting cass have friends her age opens up so much for potential dynamics. especially her relationship w steph, not just in a stephcass way but in a narrative foil way, to me at least

next post I'll probably talk abt cass's guilt, self hatred, and need for atonement but we move‼️

[harcove]

Stargazer - B.H.

a/n not a request, because... idk man, i have so many things im in the middle of writing for billy rn, and i had this one in my noggin for a while because i swear i remember somewhere dacre said smthing about it would be cool to see another side of billy- like with a girl just... in a field- cuties. or maybe... i made that up in my head besties idk, but here u go

length: 2.6k

pairing: billy x reader

warnings: no; mention maybe of billy's father and to trauma/abuse. maybe badly written billy im not too confident with this one lmao

summary: billy and you sneak into the hawkins high school football field and look at the stars

The air outside was considerably cooler than it had been during the day, and even then it had already been rather nippy out. The autumn air crisp as the months crawled slowly towards December, towards winter. Maybe a bit chilly for you to be laying in an open field in the middle of the night, but Billy Hargrove didn't seem to care; especially not when he was the one who snuck the two of you into Hawkins High schools football field.

You weren't even sure you had a football team. It was used for soccer and running track. It would be better to refer to it as a soccer field.

"Goddamn it's fucking cold," Billy grumbles, as he jumps down the fence, watching as you take the easier route (for you at least); the small hole that the school had yet to repair in the fencing in a bottom corner; too small for Billy to fit through, but just big enough you could wriggle your way through, "mind reminding me why I agreed to this bullshit?"

"I dunno," the smile is evident in your voice as you finally end up on the right side of the fence, picking yourself up off the dirt ground as Billy looks down at you, hands in his pockets. You use his bent arm to pull yourself up and you can feel the way he stiffens his body to compensate for the weight of your pulling, so neither of you fall, "But it's really not that bad."

"Not that bad?" his brows raise almost comically, and he blinks; his bright blue eyes looking at you like you're insane, "Not that fuckin' bad, huh?"

He breathes out, a bit harsher on purpose, and a plume of air appears in front of the two of you. It's just cold enough that your breath can be seen in front of you, like tiny little clouds of mist; a constant and subtle reminder that the seasons were close to changing once more, Autumn would soon blend into Winter.

Also, a constant reminder for Billy that he was no longer in California.

The sudden thought put a damper on his mood and it was visible in his body language and facial expressions. Billy Hargrove was so much more of an open-book than he realized sometimes. When it came to emotions like anger, or hatred, they showed themselves like black ink on a white page; strikingly. They were two emotions that coincided with one another; and they were the emotions he felt most often and most deeply. Being sad was weak (his father really beat that into him, physically and metaphorically) and being happy? He wasn't sure he could feel happy anymore. Too much anger. Too much hatred.

But then, when he looks at you, everything felt less harsh- his chest doesn't feel as heavy, his body isn't as on fire from a rage deep within; and there is something there. Something that maybe could be happiness. If he let it build, if he worked on it. If he just let it happen.

Easier said than done.

You can feel the way Billy slips away from the moment, noticing the way the dirty blonde sunk deeper into his own head, his face losing any of it's previous sarcasm and maybe even slight amusement, you clear your throat. Better than touching him, because you can't really be sure where his thoughts are in these moments exactly, and you'd seen more than enough to know what his father is like.

"Yeah, not that bad," you repeat, a sly smirk graces your lips as you walk backwards from him, taking big steps to reach the wide open field, your eyes adjusted to the darkness at this point, "you're just being a baby."

Mission successful. Even at the distance you've created between the two of you, you can see the way his face morphs. It's not anger, not like some might think it would be at being called a name; it's light-hearted when you say it, and only you can say it. He'll get back at you. He always does. Sometimes sooner rather than later; and now it's sooner.

The sound that comes from his lips isn't exactly a laugh, it's more of a scoff; a laugh of disbelief as he watches you get further away. His tongue juts out, wetting his lips, a slight shake of his head; eyes zoning in on you perfectly.

"Baby?" he sounds defiant, mock-angry. You just shrug your shoulders, shouting back at him, 'yeah' before waving your arms in the air, "You're fuckin' asking for it."

Billy is fast. He would be, considering how he likes to work out and stay fit; his place on the basketball team for Hawkin's high school shines through in moments like this where he starts running towards you; in turn you turn to face forward, starting to run yourself towards the centre of the field. It's a futile effort to run from Billy Hargrove. He's always going to catch you. He's fast. And he doesn't let up.

You squeal when he suddenly grabs you, slamming his body into your own with his arms around your middle, picking you up with easy and throwing himself onto the ground with you to boot. The laughter bubbles up in your throat as you try to catch your breath, winded and filled with adrenaline. You can hear it before you see it; the laugh from him, the smile in his laugh. It's not a laugh like yours, one that is full-bodied and hard to catch your breath too- it's more like a burst of laughter that he brings back down to control. But it's still a laugh.

You've heard it before. But never like this. He's laughed when he's been angry, he's laughed but it's been fake and calculated. But now he laughs and it isn't thought out beforehand. It isn't in disbelief or anger.

His strength and heavy-handedness is only amplified when he tosses you off him from where he took the brunt of his purposeful fall to the ground, quickly flipping you over without much time for you to think about what's happening. It's only when he's hovering over you with a hand digging into your hip- not enough to hurt you, but enough to know damn well it's there.

"Now," he breathes out, his warm breath a stark contrast from the crisp autumn night, "What was it you called me...?"

Mischief swims in your eyes as you stare directly into the prettiest blue you think you've ever seen. Everything about Billy is pretty. He is so beautiful, in every way, but he hates when you say that. He prefers words like hot, or sexy. But he can't hide his red tipped ears when you say he's beautiful or pretty.

He deserves to know he's not just some object for women to oggle at. He's a beautiful human being. He's Billy.

"Ba...by," you huff out, still trying to catch your breathe. The rise and fall of you chest makes contact with Billy's, showing just how close he is to you right now.

His lips crash onto yours. Hungry. Heavy. Angry? No... Needy. But also, vengeful. If you weren't already winded, you are definitely winded now as all thoughts escape you; the need to breathe becoming a secondary thought. Why breathe when you have him? He makes you feel alive. He makes all the bad things in Hawkins just... Stop. Like the stars in the sky, he may disappear, he might go away for some time but he's still always there. He's...

He bits into your lip.

It elicits a muffled cry from you as you push against his chest, his mouth leaving yours.

And he has the audacity to look at you, mock-confusion on his face, breathing much more normal paced compared to your own. It makes you wanna pinch him. But you don't, instead you settle on glaring at him in the dark.

"Someone's being a baby," he throws it back at you with ease, rolling off you when you push him off. To be fair, you didn't have the strength to push him off, he's just giving you one by rolling off of you anyways. A thump when he hits the grass beside you.

Pouting is useless since he can't even see it now that he's looking at the sky, but you do it anyway. It's the principle of the thing you suppose.

It's quiet. The only sound being a cricket here or there, and the sound of your breathing mixed with his own. Your finally able to regulate your breathing and bring it back to normal. You wish you had a drink, but that's not a big deal for now. The cool air entering your lungs feels good, a balm to the burn from your previous silliness.

"At least your warm now, right?" You offer up the words after a few more beats of silence.

He snorts.

"There's better ways to get warm and stay warm."

You know what he's implying and you hit his shoulder softly with your fingers.

"No. Not in public."

He doesn't respond to that. He really would do anything with you right there, but contrary to what others seemed to believe, he was rather respectful of your boundaries when it came to these things. That didn't mean he wasn't going to tease you.

"Can't believe I'm with a goddamn prude. Its the middle of the damn night."

Like that.

"It's not being a prude!" You focus your attention on the sky, "now just... Look."

He lets out a heavy breath.

The reason you wanted to come out here in the first place. The night sky, filled with stars.

Hawkins wasn't a big city or more populated place like California, it was a small town. Light pollution wasn't really a thing here as it would be in big cities. You took it for granted till you visited your aunt and uncle one year in New York, where the light pollution was rampant. Seeing a star there was nigh impossible.

But Hawkins? The sky was littered with so many little stars, stars you could see perfectly. You could make out some and the vast dark that went on forever. It made you feel oddly melancholic. Sometimes you wished you could reach up, touch them, and join them up there. So small in the grand scheme of things. A reminder of just how large the universe was. Just how... Insignificant you were in the grand scheme of things.

And that was okay. Sometime, you need to be reminded that you're just one person in a world of billions, you're small, and not everything needs to be on your shoulders.

You wanted Billy to feel that. Feel the weight of the world drift away as the stars reminded you, you're only human. Just a small, little human.

"That's the big dipper," you reach your arm up to point at the cluster of stars forming the measuring cup like shape in the sky, "I only know it because it was the only one I could find when I was a kid."

"Still the only one you can find?"

"Uh, no," you matter-of-factly say, moving to point towards another cluster, "there's the little dipper."

"Damn," he mocks, "the little one too?"

You giggle, wiggling closer to Billy's side, seeking his warmth and just his presence in general.

"Still don't get why we couldn't do this when it's warmer. I'm not giving you my damn jacket, you still haven't given me back the other fucking one."

That's true. But he doesn't complain too much. You always bring it back to him, and it somehow always ends up back with you anyways.

"Because, you can see the stars better when it's colder."

"Bullshit," you see his breath when he speaks, "That's the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard."

"No its not!" You don't actually know that. You just said it, because you've always found you see the stars the best when it's colder. Maybe it's because you usually look up at the sky most during this time of year, when the sky darkens so much quicker than in the summer.

Once more, the conversation lulls to a stop, it's a easy silence that settles between you, one that feels comfortable and safe. Something about being with Billy feels safe, it always does. You can only hope that it's the same for him; that being with you is a safe place for him. Or someday, it will be.

He deserves at least one person, one place, in his life that's safe.

You wriggle close enough to the man that you can rest your head on his shoulder and you do so with ease, but you can feel his shoulder stiffen for a moment before it relaxes. It's just you. He's fine with you.

Much to your pleasure he moves the arm of the shoulder you placed your head on out from beneath you, snaking it around your shoulder to force you closer to him with a single tug. It brings you close enough to Billy that your practically on top of him. When you settle yourself comfortably, one leg hiked up across his torso, with your body pressed against his side and your head close to his heart- his hand leaves your shoulder and travels to your waist. He squeezes the flesh on your hip, causing you to jump slightly.

You know he enjoys how you react.

And you like how it feels.

Laying there, beside him, felt right. It felt like this was where you were meant to be. The cold air didn't matter, the hard grass beneath you didn't change anything. It felt so cliché, to lay under the stars beside a handsome boy- the quote en quote bad boy, as if there was nothing else in the world but the two of you.

You really felt you could stay there forever. Be with him forever.

"You fallin' asleep?" When he speaks you feel the vibrations from his chest, "you fall asleep, your on your damn own."

He doesn't mean that. You know that, he knows that. You breathe in his cologne, savouring it before releasing a long breathe.

"I'm not... I'm just," you pause, voice quiet, strikingly different to how it had been before when you were running from him as a joke. If it wasn't so quiet already, your voice may have been carried away with the wind, "Happy."

You aren't surprised when at first, Billy has nothing to say to that.

Billy is turning this over in his head. Happy. You were... Happy. Happy to be there with him, happy to lay on a dirt and grass in the middle of the night with him. Happy. You were happy.

He didn't think he could make anyone happy. That anyone could be happy with him. It was scary. It scared him; how long could he keep that going? How long till something happened, till he did something and ruined everything. Before he ruined your happiness; ruined you. Was it selfish for him to keep you with him, even knowing that he could ruin everything? Was it unfair to want to have you despite his own fears and issues... Maybe, but Billy Hargrove did not care.

He'd be as selfish as he damn pleased.

"A prude, and a goddamn crackpot. At least you're easy to please."

You swear you can hear a soft edge in his voice as he speaks, even if it's hard to catch, like it's barely there. But you can hear it. You pull yourself closer to him, if it's even possible to do at this point.

Yeah, you think, you could stay there forever with him. And he thinks, maybe he could too.

[vncannyvalleygrrl]

1st, love the writing. i am in love with it its amazing.

2nd, if you dont mind - could you maybe do a charlie x like...i dunno hatefuck/brat reader..

(if thats clear? i can go into detail/reiterate it if you need! sorry ive never requested anything!).

possibly more male-leant or at least gn?? nsfw is ok (im over 18 incase thats needed)

tysm if you do and if you dont or need me to redo this ask thats cool! have a wonderful day :)

hatefucki g charlie... mmmf *gnaws at wall*

tysm for requesting and im glad i get to be the first person you've requested before!! hope you likie :3 no dating hcs i hope that's ok

Charlie x Bratty Reader (M)

includes: general and nsfw (there is some sexual tension in the general part and some NASTY sex stuff jsyk. can you tell i'm ovulating yet)

General

From the moment you stepped into the office, Charlie could tell he was gonna have an issue with you.

The way you walked, held yourself up on this nonexistent pedestal, thinking you were SO above him, just looking at your stupid face made his blood boil.

It's not like he just instantly hated you from the start. He tried to be nice to you, but it seemed like you just couldn't return the favor. Why the hell were you hired again??

You listen to music on your headphones too loud, when you chew gum you always pop it obnoxiously loud. Charlie knows you do it to get on his nerves, he can see you look over at him with that shit eating grin on your stupid hot lips!

And to him, you revel in it. You take pride in pissing him off. There have been times where you two got into verbal fights around the office. Pim awkwardly looks away from the scene, Allan steps out of the office, annoyed, and Glep watches the free entertainment from his bean bag.

It starts by either of you doing some stupid shit just to pick a fight. Charlie pops his back, he eats his lunch a little too loudly, you exist, then you get pissed at each other and start hurling insults like grenades.

There has never been a fight where Charlie hasn't wanted to shut you up by making out with you against the counter.

NSFW

It's an intrusive thought, nothing but an ear worm, he tells himself. But if he can't help but to fuck his own hand every night to the thought of you, what is it really?

Somehow, some way, you two actually started to form a relationship. Purely sexual, but a relationship nonetheless. It started by you two picking a fight in the office bathrooms, and it ended with you two locking lips in a stall, borderline dry-humping each other like you were in heat.

Since then, it's only gotten worse.

On days where no one else was in the office but you and Charlie, you would make out in the broom closet, muttering insults at each other as you took breaths of air. Sometimes you even share your gum with him when you kiss.

One night, you had been sent on a mission to retrieve office supplies with Charlie (Mr.Boss saw it as some bonding experience), but you just spent the whole day at his place instead.

You still can't burn the memory of Charlie looking down at you with that stupid cocky smile, grabbing a fistful of hair and thrusting himself into you as you gag on his dick. You aren't sure you want to forget it.

Charlie tends to take the more active roll in intercourse, using your body as he pleases. Obviously he stops whenever you look uncomfortable, but most of the time you enthusiastically agree.

Mutual masturbation 100%. He really gets off on the idea of it, especially when you sit close to him, stomach pressed against his, hand wrapped around both of your cocks. He thought he was going to pass out when he saw a mix of his and your cum on your heaving chest, your face red.

He hates that he finds you hot. Not just you, but how much of a total brat you are. He can't believe you two are fuck buddies now, and he especially can't believe how he actually loves it.

[yamchazone]

U guys want to see my android yamcha au right???? Ive got like. Most of it written, at least 1 mostly finished animation, lots of art, I havent drawn him in a while but I refer to him as Y16 :] heres something i made... 4 years ago(jesus christ)

It was idk something simple lol i didnt feel motivated to do something more complex but I had an animation that was actually about the AU, i have to see if I can get it off my fragile 3ds

I can get just about all of my old art I think lol so i might share.... but i also feel like the AU is kinda bad lol i dunno im not great at writing

Also Bai isnt in it! Jsyk lol I made this AU years before i made Bai actually..... heres uhh more art

This isnt as old but still almost 2 years old lol + i did get the other animation....... sidenote I hadnt figured out the entire timeline yet 💀💀 making aus just bc

[diagonal-queen]

hey girlyyyy ❗❗❗ why do i feel like im bothering you when its quite literally just a request box🧍

but anyway !!! Following with the previous request of meeting with chuuya after years. Can i ask for like, a glimpse of their relationship? Like they're keeping it a secret from both their agencies so they have to be sneaky to meet each other like silly little lovers💗🤞😭😭

sakjhjkhfahfsh oh my god nahhh the sillies 🙈 you are never bothering me by sending me an ask. i am a pathetic and lonely creacher and i kick my silly little legs and let out my horrendus little giggles whenever someone sends me an ask. i am elated every time.

Star-Crossed

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: Romeo and Juliet, but you and Chuuya aren't as fucking stupid as those kids were. (sorry, I'm just having a goof- you and Chuuya are navigating secretly dating while being members of opposing groups)

♡ wc: 1.6k

♡ cw: Reader and Chuuya flirt and talk about sex (they're a couple guys. C'mon now), swearing.

note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUUYA!! Good timing for me to finish this one hey? lol I hope you enjoy it! Apologies for errors- maybe I should write a Chuuya birthday thing?

Part 1 (you don't have to read it but it provides context for this)

Chuuya had gotten there before you. He was sitting on a bench across the footpath from the restaurant, absentmindedly on his phone. It was no fancy place, one may say casual or even rustic. But once, a long time ago as teenagers, Chuuya had taken you there one evening when you were feeling down and you'd enjoyed yourself enough to decide that it would be a good place to go back to. Maybe get the same meals as that time, and recreate some cherished memories.

You stood around the corner of the block, making sure that there weren't too many witnesses around. You'd gone through a world of effort to conceal your relationship with the mafioso. You'd changed his contact name, turned off your notifications and even made sure to eradicate all traces that you two spent time together, which hurt the most of all. You felt that just a simple picture of the two of you wasn't asking too much.

The two of you seldom contacted one another during work hours. Considering the Agency tended to work within the daytime while the Port Mafia took over the night, you didn't have much time to communicate with one another, much less meet up in person. When you did, you both had to be cautious that none of your coworkers were around. It had gotten exhausting rather quickly, but the two of you continued to try nonetheless.

Weekends were really the only days that you could sometimes see one another. That's why, on an overcast Sunday, you and Chuuya had decided to go on a lunch date together. You were mostly sure that you wouldn't be bumping into any other Agency members, and yet you scurried along the street like a cautious mouse.

You called his name, and when he turned and saw you he smiled.

"How are you?" You asked him as you approached. He stood up and pulled you into his embrace once you reached him.

"I'm glad to see you, baby."

"You ought to be! It took so much effort to get here without rousing suspicion," you whined, pulling away and squeezing his shoulders. Chuuya cocked an eyebrow at you.

"Huh? Have you told them anything?"

"They're detectives, Chuu!" you responded, giving him a nudge. "It's hard to keep a secret when you're surrounded by detectives all the time. I'm pretty sure Ranpo knows already- or at least he's caught on to the fact that I'm seeing someone."

"...who?"

"Y'know, the one with the hat and cape...he trapped you in a book once?" Chuuya pursed his lips and nodded. "He's a genius."

"I know," he sighed. "At least Dazai doesn't know...probably."

"Nah, he doesn't," you confirmed, "If he did, he'd have brought it up with me by now. And I dunno how I'm gonna approach that conversation at all."

"Just give me a call when it happens. I'll beat the shit out of him," he muttered, sourly. You giggled, pulling him back into your arms.

"I can always count on you, can't I?"

"'Course you can, babe," he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Sorry you gotta go through all that, by the way."

"I can't imagine it's much easier in the Port Mafia? Y'know, to be dating an Agency member."

"Eh, it's not so bad when you're an executive." He shrugged with a sigh. You cast him a mischievous grin.

"Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting you're all authoritative and strong like that," you teased. Chuuya blinked, before he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Forgetting? Maybe I should jog your memory." You narrowed your eyes at his suggestive tone.

"Oh? How so?" You smirked. Chuuya tapped his lips.

"Hm...got any more kinks I don't know about?"

"Keep it in your fuckin' pants, Chuu!" You laughed, swatting his arm. "Imagine if there were children here."

"If you keep encouraging me there might well be," he retorted, and you gasped.

"You're a goddamn menace." Chuuya chuckled at your blunt statement. "Ah...anyway, we should go inside. We'd be less conspicuous that way, and we've been loitering around here long enough as is."

He nodded, and you both went inside. After entering the door Chuuya opened for you, the scent of the place filled your nostrils and it was like you'd visited for the first time. You stood in the entranceway for a moment, a small smile formed on your lips.

"Something wrong?" Chuuya asked, passing you and shutting the door. You shook your head.

"No, nothing's wrong," you quickly replied before taking a step forward. "It's just...been a while."

"...it has, yeah," Chuuya agreed, placing his hand on your back. "Glad to be back here."

~ ~ ~

Fifteen minutes flies by so fast when you're enjoying your time. Fifteen minutes with Chuuya felt more like fifteen seconds. You'd ordered your food, caught up on each others' recounts of the past week, Chuuya made an obligatory complaint about Dazai, and then Chuuya's phone rang twice.

The first time he'd just ignored it, and you'd tried to do the same, but the second time he let out an aggravated breath and pulled it out of his pocket, eyes briefly flickering towards the screen which you didn't have the time to get a good peek at. Chuuya glanced at you, both apparently frustrated and apologetic.

"Sorry, hon. I have to take this one, but I'll make it quick, alright?"

"It's okay, don't worry about it." You smiled as you said this, but your facade dropped once he disappeared to take the call. You didn't blame Chuuya for being busy, but lamented the fact that the two of you couldn't seem to spend any amount of time together uninterrupted. It was almost as if everybody really did know about your relationship and were doing all they could to keep it apart.

He was back before long, taking his seat across from you at the table and letting out an exhale.

"Did something bad happen?"

"Nah, just got into a bit of an altercation. Managed to sort it out though, so it's fine. Nothing to worry about." Chuuya placed his hand atop yours. "Where were we?"

"...I think you were bitching again. About Dazai?" You replied, balancing your hand on your palm with a grin.

"'Again'?"

"Yep. It's your favourite thing to do, right?"

"Besides you..." he mused, and you bit back a laugh. "I'd say so. But I can't help it. You know that best, don'tcha?"

"He's still lazy at the Agency. In fact, he's probably gotten worse. Sometimes I have to physically force him to come with me when we have jobs together," you rolled your eyes. "That being said though, he can be so overbearing sometimes, fuck's sake."

"Eh, if I were him I'd be protective of you too. Maybe the single thing I can't blame him for, actually," Chuuya scowled, taking a sip of water. "Wish I could spend as much time with you as he does, though. That might be nice..."

As you acknowledged that sentiment, an idea popped into your head. You suddenly sat upright.

"You and I should go on a trip. A road trip, or a vacation or something like that."

"A trip?" He repeated, confused.

"Mm. We wouldn't have to worry about anybody seeing us, and we'd be able to relax and actually spend time together," you explained. "We could even just...go camping or something. That's not that expensive, right? We'd have to travel pretty far, though..."

"I'd be willing to go anywhere as long as you're there," Chuuya shrugged. You turned to him, before smiling.

"That's adorable of you, sweetie."

"Money wouldn't be an issue. It's the time I'm worried about, and how we'd both be able to leave at the same time without suspicion," he continued.

"I just called you adorable and you're gonna go ahead and ignore me?" You scowled, folding your arms over your chest. "I see how it is."

"Aw, sorry babe. I didn't mean for it to come across like that," he apologised, taking your hand and pressing his lips to your knuckle. "I'm just concerned, that's all."

"I know, I get it..." you gave him a sad smile. "I wish we didn't have to be like this. I get so jealous when I see couples together out and about. I want that to be us!"

"Maybe one day. Just...not today though. Neither of us can afford it right now, y'know?" He murmured. "I would want absolutely everybody around me to know that you're my partner. If it wouldn't put you in danger, I mean."

"You're that proud of me, huh?" You queried, rubbing your thumb over Chuuya's gloved hand. He looked at you as if that were a stupid question.

"'Course I am. I can't really show it now, but I promise I am," he answered sincerely, staring into your eyes. "Okay?"

"...I'll choose to believe you for now," you replied, sarcastically. "But one day you better prove it in the most dramatic and flamboyant way possible, got it?"

Chuuya smiled. "I'd give you the whole world if you asked for it, Y/N."

"Oh, maybe that's a little too dramatic," you hastily replied. "...maybe we should just stick to dinner dates for now, m'kay?"

"Whatever you'd like, baby. I'll just save the world for another time."

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fedyushka, @flower-of-darkness

and thank you @bibilovedit for the request!

[kichikichiko]

Not in my eyes

Self indulgent writing, not proofread, made this in 30 minutes, Im tired.

Wanderer x fem reader, comfort, fluff, called wanderer Kuni, not proofreads, soft wanderer

♡♡♡♡

Its late, the moon is shining brightly

You were standing in front of your house, frozen and looking at the doorknob

You took a deep breath and unlocked the door, you knew Wanderer would be home and with how youre feeling at the moment, you really didnt wanna worry him.

"Kuni! Im home!" You said, taking off your shoes and placing your duffle bag on the floor and walking to the living room, smiling a bit when you saw him sitting on the couch reading a book.

"Hey you" he replied half heartedly, focused on his book. "How was it?" He continued, finally facing you with his signature resting bitch face, only... softer.

You froze in place for a while, before quickly responding "It was great, just tiring. You know, the usual" you nodded,

"Reading a book Kuni? How amusing!" You peeked from beside his face, resting your hands on the head of the sofa. You liked teasing him, and truly, you wanted to shift the conversation away from how youre doing.

"Lesser lord Kusanali kept on bugging me to try and read a book. To make her stop babbling on about everytime we meet, I'll do it just this once." He scoffed before fixing his eyes on the book he was reading. "At least she got me a mildly interesting book."

You giggled softly and read one of the pages to get a drift of the plot, smiling softly

Wanderer glanced at you, and noticed how your smile didnt reach your eyes. One usually wouldnt be able to tell the differences, as youre always smiling. But he can. He always knows.

"Youre not okay." He stated, finally facing you, his brows furrowed.

Your eyes widen and looked at him.

"What do you mean?" Scoffing, as if you were offended. But you werent, you were scared he saw right through you

And he did.

"Youre acting weird. Whats wrong? What happened?"

"Kuni its nothing seriously. Im just tired, you know what? Im gonna go take a shower I stink anyway-" you frowned and started to walk away, avoiding the convo from escalating.

"(Name)" he said sternly making you stop walking, your back facing him

Silence ensued before you took a deep breath and looked at him, smiling. That damn fake smile always making him unsettled and worried for you "Im fine love. I'm going to take a shower. It was a long day training today."

He was about to retaliate but you beat him to it by walking to the bathroom.

He was gonna ask you later. Wanderer promised himself.

By the time you finished showering wanderer was already in the bedroom waiting for you.

You knew if you walked out he'd come complaining. Sighing in defeat, you walked to your shared bed and went to lay down.

Befire you could, wanderer held your shoulder gently to stop you.

He hesitated to start talking but got the courage after a while.

"(Name)... please tell me whats wrong. I want to help you.. please..?" He started, being gentle as possible as to not make you scared or alarmed.

You stared at him and teard swelled up in your eyes.

You cant hide it no longer.

As soon as he saw tears in your eyes, he pulled you in for a hug and sat in silence.

Whether or not you wanted to talk it was your choice and whichever choice you decided to take he will support it no matter what.

"I... its just... im.." you started, pausing after every word. Mainly because if you started pouring out on how you feel you'd start bawling your eyes out and on the other hand it's because you don't know how to express your own emotions as you've been suppressing it for all these years it's hard to be able to figure out how you truly feel.

"I felt uh.. like.. uhm.. useless? Weak? I dunno. Im just." Another pause

"Coach asked me "oh youre not back yet are you?"

I was confused because I was there. Then I realised.. he was talking about old me. The me who was trying to do her best when sparring. The kne who was burnt out but not on the verge if breaking...."

"It just got me thinking i suppose. Im not good at what I do. And either way... I hate what I do. But I cant quit." You chuckled, although it wasnt a genuine one, more like a tired and defeated one.

Want to listen to every single word you said before kissing your forehead gently and reply to what you said in a hushed manner. "Dont listen to them. He shouldnt have said a thing. If I could punt him I would, but it's late now" (and I wouldnt get the joy of beating him up if hes asleeo and unable to scream fir help) he didnt add that last part as that could have made you feel worse.

"Its hard.... and Im still useless.. and weak. I cant seem to be able to gain back my strength at all" you said as you closed your eyes and laid your head in his chest.

Wanderer wasn't the best with comforting people but for you he would try if he had to go fight Celestia themselves to be able to make you smile once again then he would he would go above and beyond to see you smile and be happy forever. But for now he knew that simple words of reassurance would help

"Youre not weak and youre not useless

Not in my eyes."

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[sparkleswap]

can we have the music tastes of side staff/patients too please?? I love learning about characters...

okay yes... i can do this... like last time feel free to ignore ok this is all supplementary material baybee. ok

cyn - i think hed rlly like bowling for soup idk. maybe noah kahan ive heard ppl like him. oh hed love fox szn thats true and real 4ever. but most of all hed fuckin love johnny cash. integral characyer trait guys

mel - #1 la dispute fan... also enjoys of montreal & the magnetic fields. imo .

chip - i dunno smooth jazz maybe?? he can't handle stress right now give him something nice. bro cant even handle vocals in songs its too scary

orange - this is ur will wood fan people. i suppose. is miracle musical similar at all or do ppl just throw them together in the same playlists for fun. idk someone asked whod be a will wood fan and i guess ive decided the answer to that is orange. ur will wooder rep. or whateverrr

reesee - shuffled a random playlist and the song i got was by bo burnham so that's what im writing down ok. thats whats happening

party - i just know if i could sit him down with a daisy the great vinyl itd fix him. nayve foot ox too

cuddles - wait a minute who put ur name here stay back vile demon

rem - ummm. bad books. and... heart attack man. these are real ideas ive always had and NOT cruel jokes prommy

nya - LOVES hyperpop. or at least what i understand to be hyperpop dont take my word on it. ig whatever genre describes 100 gecs, vylet pony, AJ BLACK, and k1dzheart.

sunny - LOVES vocaloid. and utau. and all freaky little robot voices they eat it up. i dont actually know a lot of vocaloid artists i just know the songs but i think theyd love dance! vr dance! or mayb im judt rlly biased to the diary of underage observation series. siiighs

ik there are more side staff slash patients but um. i haven't thought abt them enough yet LOL. maybe 1 day ok thsi stiff takes time

[imustbenuts]

As a Gustav lover I recognize he's a bad father for Alfonse, no matter what one may create for Gustav story and AU all we have is what FEH wanted to show us and what we saw is that he's not a good father

While I understand wanting to put something of Gustav in Alfonse brave alt it didn't had to be all of it, even on a historical level heirs would get the most important parts of their father outfit that were recognized as iconic for the crown and king (expect it was a full armor but Gustav never had that) I would've preferred of they gave Alfonse Gustav fur coat and chest plate which I think we're the ones passed down to generation

They could've done a lot and take inspiration from different characters and mash them together not just his father, I mean it didn't hurted if his lower half resembled Bruno clothes or even his mask somewhere. Alfonse has many characters linked to him and it's a shame FEH doesn't do anything with it

Also I kinda wished they would've given us an adult Alfonse or one from the future? Technically base Alfonse isn't an hero and hasn't done anything yet to deserve that title. It would've been nice if they gave us an Alfonse that got crowned as king after all the wars and all because THEN he would be recognized as a hero

Also give him back his sword he didn't trained all his life in swordsmanship just to throw it away for his father axe that only he could use because Gustav is a bear of a man

Sorry for the long rant lol

*waves* hello!

big mood. im nodding and agreeing with what you've said, but again probably bc they havent planned that far or want to withhold info so the game's lifespan gets stretched brave alfonse is just what we got.

im more of a gustav is an interesting character kinda way but i think they fumbled the bag on this one. i did go out of my way to write a fic kinda focused on gustav and all so id like to believe i know maybe 5% of what im talking about

i just think. yeah. mmmmmmmmmmmm. maybe go a bit miles morales and spray paint the outfit at least, i dunno.

on the brightside, as @eriisaam mentioned we will never be getting a legendary alt of alfonse wearing his dad's outfit in this way. ever. so.... maybe thats a good thing

at least the axe is big as fuck tho.

[wolvertooth]

Did u see the news that sabretooth is confirmed to show up in xmen97 season 2? I'm extremely excited and giddy yet mortified bc of the whole useless [mag/rogue) "romance" 97 adapted/retconned into existence,

even if they had the whole ballroom dance together it was still very obvious they were showing both the implied grooming and the power imbalance mags had over her and seeing as 92 did adapt the whole silverfox flashback+ her death and the team X EP I'm really paranoid that the writers will suddenly tack on unnecessary SA implications both to torture logan and as a way to make sabes cruel and sadistic in a lazy ass way..

*sighing loudly* sorry for the long ask, I'm just really passionate about both their characters as a longtime fan boy and knowing the insane positive reception 97 got I'm just terrified that IF they do add on that implication ppl who like his character will never hear the end of it, or how he should be killed off forever bc he's a mindless murdering cannibalistic booty warrior who stomps on babies and makes kitten tacos on Wednesdays or WHATEVER lame shit they mame him do avoid writing a character that's both evil and terrifying yet charming and a lil sympathetic, God forbid we have complex characters that can still be villians and not cardboard training dummys for the heros to attack 🙄

dunno about the grooming thing, considering rogues in her 20s(possibly even late 20s). i think shes just a grown woman with a case of Wanting That Old Man Carnally. confession -> i havent actually watched past episode 3, cuz tbh i. dont care much for the xmen aside from wolverine. and he barely got to do anything. so all my context is just from tumblr posts.

also i genuinely thought u meant like. sabretooth SAing wolverine in the past. and i was like bro theres no way disney would allow that dw about it👍 then after rereading it a couple times i was like OH U MEANT THE 2003 COMIC THING LMAO. first of all, with the current rating they got, theres No chance they'd go that far. besides, shes alive, and logan knows all that was just implants anyway(i reallyyyy hope they dont forget about the whole implants thing...). second, i dont think morph would transform into sabretooth as a joke if he was really someone who fucked up logan That Bad.

anyway i literally forget that people like him as a Villain cuz im just over here seeing him as the rich merc whos an occasional annoying bastard with a heart of gold and a history of mental breakdowns.. like hes got a bit of a The Mask situation going on with his costume tbh, he'll just get written way more cartoonishly evil whenever hes got that thing on lol

anddd if they do decide to follow the previously established canon(and they likely wont do too much due to him still being on the villains side in the intro, just lemme dream for a sec here), i think him and logan are on somewhat good terms now! last time they hungout he only fought him for like 2 seconds cuz he thought wolverine was picking a fight, then dropped it pretty quick(it was also the episode that revealed any of the bad memories they had of eachother in the past were all just implants). after that, he was last seen without the costume, which is kind of a big thing for his character? i think?

..ok i just remembered the recent 97 prequel comics where hes just...#normal villain sabretooth working for sinister and the marauders. 😦😧chat......this better not mean what i think it means..........(CLONE PLOT PART 4?). but theyre also both on a last name basis with eachother so. ❓ progress?

at least the comics didnt forget about team x. so maybe we got a chance at something good

[littlehypnone]

something ive been struggling a lot with is regressing as a disabled person im wondering if you were able to write a fic with some comfort revolving around that? like little rain or really anyone regressing and being upset about their bodies not being like the other regressors who can run around and play as much as they want while they have to really pace themself to not overdo it and get hurt. maybe a little bit of crying and them accidentally getting hurt but a whole lot of comfort?

it's not that good, not as much comfort as I wanted to write but I'm afraid I can't do better now. I hope it's still okay <3

1145 words, little rain (she/her), chronic illness flare up, pain and crying, then comfort, guest appearance from little phantom and cg swiss, cg mountain, cg aether, cg dewdrop

Rain wasn’t feeling the best the last few days. His POTS was flaring up—he’s been having at least two episodes a day—as well as his pain. His whole body was hurting, joints dislocating over and over again.

It was in times like these that Rain remembered he was actually disabled, that it wasn’t just a funny quirk.

He wasn’t taking it the best, never was. Rain was regressed most of the time of the flare up, which only made her more sensitive and emotional about the whole ordeal.

She woke up—day five—in Mountain’s arms. The night before he made her his pain relieving tea, helped her drink it before bed and then curled around her as they fell asleep. Rain started to squirm slightly, limbs a bit numb, and soon enough Mountain woke up too. “Mhm… g’mornin’, Petal. How’r you feelin’?”

“Still liddol, Mounty,” she whined, burrowing her face in the earth ghoul’s chest. “Still hurts.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby,” Mountain cooed, running his hands through Rain’s hair. She wiggled some more, snuggling up to the giant as he wrapped his arms all around her tight. They laid like that some more, neither of them eager to get up, until Rain mumbled something into Mountain’s skin. “Hm, what was that, Petal?”

“Need pee,” she repeated, blushing lightly. Mountain chuckled, letting go of her.

“Do you need help? Want me to walk you to the bathroom?”

“Uhm… dunno yet,” Rain threw her legs over the edge of the bed, head spinning just a little, and holding on to the frame she tried to stand. She did manage to do that, but the two or three steps she took were extremely wobbly. Mountain was by her side in a second, arm loosely curled around her waist.

“Hate dis,” she muttered, lips pouty and eyes glassy.

“I know, baby. I know.”

The earth ghoul left Rain alone in the bathroom, waiting for the door to open again. Once it did, they went back to bed. Rain let Mountain dress her and not long after, he scooped her up in his arms and they left the giant’s room to hunt for some breakfast.

They came across Dewdrop, Cirrus and Sunshine in the common room, everyone cooing over Rain, kissing her forehead in hello. Rain always liked attention, but not the patronizing and pitiful kind. When regressed, though, and in as fragile a state as she was in currently, she appreciated all of it.

“Do you want scrambled eggs, cereal or oatmeal, Angelfish?” Dewdrop asked. “Or maybe something else?”

“Uhm… I fink eggs, p’ease.”

“Got it,” the fire ghoul ruffled Rain’s hair and disappeared into the kitchen to make eggs for her. In the meantime Aurora, Cumulus and Aether came down, everyone greeting Rain with a kiss again, Aether’s laced with quintessence. It gave her enough of an energy boost to move from the couch to the table and eat her eggs and toast on her own.

Swiss walked into the commons next, Phantom hanging off of his back like a silly, sleepy backpack. He dropped them onto Cumulus’ lap, and her immediate pampering made them wake up and start purring.

Rain spent the next half an hour in Aether’s arms, with her legs in Dewdrop’s. The quintessence ghoul was relieving her pain as much as he could, the fire ghoul’s warmth helping with her lower limbs. She wasn’t feeling well, but it currently wasn’t as bad as it could be, both mentally and physically.

Worsening came with Phantom’s seemingly endless energy. After devouring their cereal for breakfast they shot up and crouched by Rain, head tilted to the side and a big smile on their face. “Rainyyyy, wanna p– play outside, d’ya wan’ go wiv m– me? We can run to de lake or– or in de garden!”

“Kid, Rainy ca–” Aether started, but got cut off by Rain’s loud whine as she curled up and hid in his neck. He felt wetness on his skin and the little shakes of Rain’s body, as well as her scent souring, told him she was crying. “Oh, Tadpole.”

“Oh… w– what’d I do?” Phantom mumbled, tears filling their own eyes. “Why Rainy so sad?”

“Hey, Batling, it’s not your fault,” Dewdrop assured, scooting closer to Aether and Rain to add some comfort. “She’s just not feeling well.”

“You can still play, though, I’ll go with you, okay?” Swiss walked in, nodding to Dewdrop at the silent plea in his eyes.

“Okay…” Phantom agreed, even if still a bit upset. They grabbed Swiss’ hand and let themself be led out of the room. Rest of the ghouls hid in the kitchen.

“Hey, Angelfish,” the fire ghoul whispered to Rain when Phantom’s giggles got quiet in the distance. “Can you look at me? Please?”

Reluctantly, Rain shifted so she’d be able to look at Dew with one eye. He reached out and with a kind, sympathetic smile wiped a few tears from her flushed cheek. “I know, baby, you’d like to go play with them. I’m so sorry you can’t.”

“I don’ like dis,” Rain sobbed, “don’ like when I can’t do fings.”

“We know, Tadpole,” Aether sighed. There wasn’t anything better to say, really. “Do you want us to take you back to bed? Maybe some cuddles will make you feel at least a bit better?”

Rain nodded, and Dewdrop pulled away to stand. Aether adjusted his grip on her and got up too, taking on the direction of the fire ghoul’s room right away. He knew Rain liked it the best there, it was always warm and smelled nice. Dewdrop didn’t follow immediately, and Rain thought she heard him talking to Mountain before running after her and Aether.

Soon enough she was put down in that cozy bed and she straightened and stretched, whining at the strain her curled up position already caused.

“Alright, where do you want us, Angelfish?” Dewdrop asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand gentle on Rain’s knee. 

“Uhm… can I… can I lay on your chest?”

“Of course, baby,” he smiled. “Lemme get in position.”

And Dewdrop did, crawling to the top of the bed and laying down against the mountain of pillows by the headboard. Once he was done, he patted his chest in invitation. Rain took it and wiggled up to take her spot. “What about Aeth, Rainy?”

“Hm, Aef, you can… behind me an’ help my back?”

“I absolutely can,” the quintessence ghoul assured and laid behind her just as she asked, a big hand landing on the small of her back. He pulled a blanket over the three of them and started to slowly pump some quintessence into Rain.

“Da’s nice,” she mumbled and little purr wanted to break its way free. “Fank you.”

“No problem at all, Tadpole.”

“We love you so much, Angelfish.”

“Love you too.”