#gosh I hope you got plenty of rest by now BUT IF NOT GO GET SOME REESSSST

[jeeaark]

Ok bear with me since this is very random lol but after the last comic about greygold and the tadpoles I started wondering what they would look like as a mind flayer 😂😅 Would they be a particularly big one since they’re a half orc? Or would they be tiny like the one we can become in the game 🤔 (ngl the canon form of illithid tav kinda makes me want to put a helmet on them, they look squishy) But yeah, ahem. I’m like empy, I think I need to sleep more lol-

Heeeeeeey lovely anon, sorry for holding your message hostage for until recent circumstances presented itself, ahaha~ (but absolutely not random at all, very on point thoughts to wonder)

Is good question though (BECAUSE I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT EITHER HA):

TRUTHFULLY-I would love to have reinvented Greygold into their own unique illithid variant. Buuuuuut-that would involve more thinking, so is okay, game design fits well enough for the situation.

And even though I tried sticking to the default as much as possible……I can't will myself to draw them as a twig. So tiny, need to tie pillows to them. I compromise, no longer half-orc tall but not snap-a-twig-in-half skin and bones. I give them meat bits. Maybe not squid beef, but squid…kabob.

Besides, nobody can tell they're shorter anyway when they have

l e v i t a t i o n, ohohoho~

Anyway, I'm sure there's a magic mirror for squids somewhere as well if Greyg ever gets tired of looking tiny-HA,no wait, they inherently ARE magic mirrors now.... Greygold will figure themselves out, is cool.

[lorimnnn]

Hello, would you be so kind to write for some DBD killers? If so, could you please write some headcanons on Max, Kazan and Anna taking pity on a survivor reader? She has been hiding away the whole trial and they find her shaking in a corner, hugging her knees and crying. She is so scared that she can't move and the only thing that comes out of her mouth is a weak "I just want to go home"

Than you in advance! 💗

absolutely!!!!

i do apologise for taking WAY too long with this, sometimes a lack of motivation trumps all, no matter how good the request is!

I hope what I've written is plenty enough to please you...

also, keep requesting guys! I love seeing your messages turn up in my inbox <;3

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cw: canon-typical violence, gore, some swearing, panic/anxiety, but mostly just angsty fluff, ngl

DBD Killers With a Scared!Reader

Max Thompson Jr.

Initially... he's so confused. He doesn't know what to think, first, but avoids you as an issue to deal with later. I'd like to think the Hillbilly prefers to take care of the more difficult survivors, first--- he's just like that.

His screams terrify you. You can hear the sound or people getting torn apart and you've never been particularly fond of torture. You were a sensitive, emotional soul, and so, very kind. But make no mistake. The Entity meant for you to be here--- whoever the "Entity" was, anyway.

At this point, everybody had left you behind to fend for themself. Since the Hillbilly was an unsubtle butcher, it was easier to elude and avoid him--- giving them time to try explain to you and encourage you to do your part. But it just went in one ear and out the other. You were terrified, after all. Eventually, they just gave up and let you be, crying and frozen with your hands clamped over your ears.

How did it ever come to this?

Now you're the only one left. Max doesn't notice you at first, you know, since you're new. He thinks he's taken care of everyone, but he doesn't understand why the trial hasn't ended

Then he hears small, breathless sniffles

Whips around, confused

His chainsaw growls at his side and the crying grows louder as he nears. He hunts you down and just... finds you. Raises the chainsaw above his head and is about to kill you--- but then you look up at him, completely defeated and vulnerable, wet-eyed and quivering

You don't even try to run at that rate. How can you? Where will you go? You've never been here before. But it looks very far from home

I think it's the hopelessness in your life that makes him pause

he's completely quiet and just standing there

And realising that nobody is coming to help you, you burst into more violent wails

"I want to go home!"

Awkwarddddd

stands there watching you tear up and inwardly panics

doesn't know how to comfort anyone. his parents were terrible and tortured him, and because of his prison in the walls, he never got to make any friends

he's grappling with the feeling of duty

it's not the first time survivor's have cried before, but it's the first time one has cried and not looked at him with complete disgust or hatred. you're crying because you're scared, yes, and obviously scared of him... but it's like you're giving him an opportunity to win your trust

he finally gets to be more than an angry villain... and he's unsure where to start

so he puts down his chainsaw, first. turns it off and everything, then just chucks it somewhere behind him. he'll go find it later

you're watching him like a deer in the headlights as he gets down on his knees and carefully scoots towards you

you flinch when his hand descends close to your face... and then rests on your head

*pat pat pat*

You're still so stiff, so terrified, but your tears are beginning to cease in passion

seeing your reaction feels like a reassurance, so he does it again

a bit harsh with it though

"ow..." you say when it starts to feel like he's hitting you. "that hurts..."

oh my gosh he feels so bad

hand retreats immediately

makes a sound that has you deflating completely, because you realise he's trying. he's truly trying, and is just not very good at it

he's completely defenseless, too

you realise that with a flinch, because it means that this disfigured, monstrous killer is trying to appeal to your trust, telling you he won't kill you

you soften up a little

you fear that when he stands up because you're taking too long, he'll grab the chainsaw again and make it quick. but you don't want to die--- you saw everyone else get chopped up and you don't want that to happen to you

max stiffens when he sees you beginning to move on to your hands and knees, crawling towards him. your face is still wet but now they're full of hope, not just undiluted fear

"can... can I have a hug?"

he's so scared he'll crush you

in all honesty maxie's never gotten a hug before. he's not used to this kind of gentleness, just violent anger

so he opens his arms up slowly, jerking like a rusting machine, inviting you in the best he can. trying to smile at you, even though his face doesn't allow. it's like his hatred for his disfigurement has just been renewed--- he wishes he could look nicer, just for you

definitely has a moment where he's like, "what the fuck am I doing right now?"

very well knows the entity may punish him for this

can't bring himself to care

not when you curl up against his chest between his knees, your sobs starting up again as you grip into his clothes, holding yourself impossibly close

absolutely melts

a natural at adapting to the cuddle

wraps his arms around you like you're delicate, though. not the firmness you need but it makes you feel so special and so cared for that you just cry harder, burying your face into him

max cannot believe this is happening rn

a new, alien kind of warmth floods through him, protective and strong. he strokes your arm gently and lets you cry, wishing he knew how to help, cursing himself out for the fact he doesn't

jumps when you speak, "will I ever go home again?"

his heart practically breaks. he doesn't want to shake his head, but he has to. he doesn't understand why he hates it when you cry, but he allows it.

and he promises that he'll do everything in his ability to protect you, and make sure you never have to cry like this again

all in all a 10/10 touch-starved baby. would probably fall a little in love with you when you recover, shaky hands reaching to pull you into another hug, but not knowing if it's okay.

will bridal carry you into the hatch and drop you in, heart breaking all over again when you scream and fight to reach for him, hands desperately fumbling for grip on his clothes

but he'll see you again

just you wait, sweetpea

Kazan Yamaoka

an asshole. he's so driven by rage that he most likely won't notice at first. just destroys and destroys, reaping destruction in his chosen path

this means that you won't even have a chance to talk to the other survivors. they know how kazan is and they'll send you an apologetic glance as they all scatter, wishing they had more time to explain but knowing if they didn't work fast, they were all done for

you're on your own, kid

let's say you're a good climber. shakily, you haul yourself on to the roof and choose there to hide, because for some reason... nobody ever looks up. ever.

until the end

kazan is wracking his head for a solution--- why isn't the trial ending? hasn't he won? he killed them all... hooked, mori'd, he'd lost count. but he knew the faces of the survivors he hated the most to the ones he still couldn't stand on a lesser scale and was sure he'd made a mess of all of them. but still, the trial continued

which meant a new survivor

so who was it?

where was it?

drives himself insane trying to find you. for all his rage and godlike pride, he's not the brightest

only realises you're on the roof when you start hiccupping, panic increasing tenfold when you realise you're the only one left. You don't know about hatches, you don't know about anything. Nobody explained anything to you

And now you're stuck with a flaming, angry monster

you can't even scream. it's stuck in your throat, muffled, choking on it--- you can only watch as kazan gets closer and closer. he's even angrier than usual--- did you mean to trick him? did you plan this? of course, you wanted to make a fool out of him

approaches you with audible, potent breaths. he reminds you of a hungry lion on the prowl, an apex predator approaching you, unrivalled. proud. ego hurt.

you back away

there is no remorse in this samurai, you can see it. you're scrambling back with your hands still on your ass, sniffling. and then you slip.

it's completely clumsy and stupid. you're at the end of the roof and you didn't realise, and now you're on your back, nothing to grab on to, and rolling off the edge.

kazan watches you smack against the ground. he expects you to get up and run away again.

but when you cry out, a vulnerable, naked cry, innocent to pain like this, he stops.

he watches you sob harder, muttering to yourself. "I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I just wanna go home..."

and your eyes are clenched shut, like you're praying. don't you know your wishes are futile, here? the Entity is not a merciful god, nor is it kind

you curl up into a ball and just lay there, and he can only stare

he starts to remember how your teammates didn't even help you. they only cared for themselves and their own survival. dishonourable cowards.

they'd left you stranded, and none of them had noticed

he supposed he could try and understand their positions. they were in a high-pressure situation and they could only do what they needed to do, lest they be butchered by them premature to even the middle of the trial. but still

there was a special kind of fear you honed that made him almost feel... bad

it took him back to his youth. he remembered his dead father. that man had not been innocent to bloodshed, but he had been innocent, no less. and he had died. dead in a way he did not deserve

you reminded him of his father taking his last breath

that day, he had failed to protect his family and honour his last name. he had not been a warrior that day, but a coward

and seeing you was a painful reminder of all his regrets

so he sighed

and carefully made his way towards you

you didn't even notice him until he grabbed you by the chin, turning your head to face him. your breath hitched in your throat and you froze all over, more tears surfacing to your eyes

but the feared oni only scoffed

"I'm not here to hurt you. I would have done so already if that were the case."

you sniffled pathetically

he loosened his grip on your face

being gentle had never been his strong suit. it had been a while since he'd had such an opportunity, to be responsible for someone else's comfort. be the person they needed

swallows when you melt into his touch

your entrance had been a rude one, after all. he was the only person who'd ever stopped and attempted kindess with you in this hell hole. the other survivors had neglected you

"your arm is broken?"

"i... I think so."

"The Entity will fix it."

"Entity?"

sighs

gently explains to you where you are and what's going on. at this point, he has squatted down to sit, less beast and more man... and you have finally sat up, cradling your arm as you scoot closer. kazan has noticed but hasn't said anything, unsure of your movements but certain of your weakness

does not expect you to throw yourself into his arms

the impropriety!!!

kazan is an Edo-era samurai, come on

freezes up like he's been violated

"s-sorry," you whisper. "I just... I need someone. Please. To tell me I'll be okay."

relaxes

pity begins to transform into sympathy and something else, something that makes him feel responsible for you. Like a dad or something, or maybe even more. a possible companion

won't get ahead of himself, though

strokes your hair like a domesticated cat and eventually hauls you into the little cradle formed in the centre of his crossed legs

you're baby now

not that you're complaining

kazan is as warm as a furnace and he's the first comforting thing you've had in a while. against your will, your entire body melts and you become liquid in his arms, much to his pleasure

he finds he... may like this

he's never really given tender affection like this before. sure, he had his family, but that had been purely for the upholding o his dark legacy

now that's over and immortalised, and there's you

he doesn't mind you

remember that kazan is very headstrong and emotionally driven. he kills everyone in an episode of unparalleled anger. so of course he starts to see you in a certain way--- his little deer, little one, sweet creature

depending only on him

of course he'll take care of you when he puts it like that

but alas, he can't keep you here forever

"Little one, we must part. But I will see you again. I will make sure of it. You will be strong when I see you next time. You will not cower. Do you understand?"

You really don't, but tearfully, you nod. you don't want to disappoint and it pleases him that you care to appease to a monster at all

leads you to the hatch with one hand on the back of your neck. sends you off with an approving nod.

you'll never know how softly he smiled at you that day

Anna

with her hunting skills, you have more luck being obvious than you do hiding and being subtle. you hiding and being subtle was what gave you away immediately

and also, Anna loves a challenge

the other survivors tried dragging you around with them, explaining, but it was all in vain. you weren't moving. you weren't doing anything but crying

they gave up and abandoned you when it compromised their own safety to be around you

but some stayed

who was it? leon. of course it's leon. he's too noble, too kind-hearted to leave you behind

he tries to defend you when Anna finally approaches, but he can't

you feel your entire world break apart when she mori's him right in front of you

that's when your hardly-contained sobs turn into silent, breathless whimpers, more tears streaming down your face and your chest quaking as you fight to breathe

you can't breathe

noticing how you aren't even moving away, Anna will pause

she will look at you, consider your state

do you enjoy being such easy prey?

maybe, maybe not

she takes her time to study you because you're not going anywhere and even if you tried, she'd be on to you in seconds

you're staring at Leon's mutilated body, hands curling into the dirty

i think that's when it hits you this is very real, and there's no escape

you're absolutely done for

and you're terrified because of it

and as Anna approaches, you can't even back away. too in shock, too scared, to helpless and vulnerable

who is this woman, so sly and stealthy, murdering all of you one by one? a rabbit mask on her face--- a real rabbit, too?

and why is she hesitating to kill you when she didn't hesitate to kill Leon?

little do you know, Anna's soft spot for little girls has been triggered

it just has to be the way you're curled up, knees to your chest and arms helpless beside you, fighting to curl around your legs when there's no strength to hold them there

you just look so... small

like you need someone

Anna will feel slightly bad that she killed the only person who gave you any sort of momentary security

after all, Anna knew what it was like to be left completely alone

the feeling of loneliness was unparalleled and the fact you looked so... defenceless made her feel even worse about it

at least the other survivors had their own skills

you were obviously new to all of this--- did you even know what you could do?

poor baby

immediately decides she will spare you. fuck being a survivor, you're helpless and you need someone, even if that means her, a killer. you need her

motherly instincts absolutely activated

you squeak pathetically when she crouches down beside you, arms looping beneath your knees and back

you can't even scream when she lifts you. what the fuck--- what are you doing, what---

she lifts you so easily, too. doesn't matter how heavy you are. remember her strength is increased by the entity, and she can hunt bears and stuff. she's strong

and she's... she's rocking you like a newborn baby...

anna sings to you. she sings the lullabies her mother used to sing to her and hums into your ear, trying to calm you

soothe you

it works, if only slightly

you're still not ever the fact that she brutalized Leon like that RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

and she does feel guilty but she isn't sure there is anything she can say to you to fix that

your eyes are just too innocent

it's very clear to her that you've never seen blood before. at least, not like that

not to that extreme

starts babying you until your cries cease completely

whispers to you comfortingly in Russian

you vaguely understand a question she keeps asking you: what's wrong? what is it? what is the problem?

at least, you think so

you just look at her tearfully, about to burst all over again and say, "I just want to go home!"

at that moment, her heart breaks for you

and she feels so much anger towards the Entity, because can she not see? is this some joke?

you are the last person deserving of this kind of hell

you reminded her of the rabbits that used to roam her forest. they were so vulnerable and weak

but they had their own tenacity she was sure she would see in you

puts you down and holds your hand, then starts tugging you along

you follow dumbly, with a bewildered expression on your face

her message is very clear: "I'll get to you in a minute. Let me take care of something first, okay?"

holds your hand tighter when she hooks and mori's the other survivor right in front of you all over again, feeling that you're trying to run away

it's like she's trying to each you something

shows you how to hide and the best places to do so (and pretends she can't see you when she forces you to practice)

it's giving father-son catch except it's more so mother-daughter hide and seek

not very fun on your end and you get more and more freaked out but you find you'd rather be favoured by the killer than hated

by the time there's nobody left, Anna will reluctantly lead you to the hatch

she doesn't want to let you go

she might even offer things to the entity to keep you as her little daughter

she knows she could protect you much better and hates the idea of seeing you hurt when she just knows the other killers won't be as merciful

they won't understand

feels so possessive of you already, but knows that either way, the Entity will take you away

So she pulls you to her, kisses your head

then shoos you off the hatch like a mother duck bidding farewell to her duckling

you just stare at her, confused

does it again

realising that she wants you to jump into the unknown door in the ground, you start crying again

no! no! don't do that!

hugs you in a panic and pets your hair

depending on how severe she will pick you up again

and in either case, she will have to--- broken heartedly--- send you off into the abyss as you sniffle

"please don't make me go..."

oh trust me, she doesn't want to

but she'd rather not find out what the entity will do to you

strokes your hair and gives you a gentle push

she'll come back for you, y/n

mommy's proud of you!!!

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yay! I did it!

I hope you enjoyed this, nonnie. this was so fun to write.

please keep sending me requests!

oh, and remember to reblog and follow!

lorimn <3

[junowritings]

Hello ☺️💚

I hope I can request something, if they are closed please feel free to delete this 🌺🌺

I absolutely I adored your NRC amnesiac MC story with the dorms and would love to see more. It just hit all the tropes I love so much and adore.

Maybe with the rest of the dorms? As scenarios?? Or imagines?? (Honestly I’m a confused when it comes to those terms, so whichever is easier for you)

With pomefiore, ignihyde, and diasomnia? I feel like Vil is going to take one look at mc and go “okay, time to take care of another potato” but lovingly, ignihyde is going ortho is “I have another sibling” and gosh diasomnia is practically family and lilia is going “time to adopt another one 👏👏”

I just found the idea so so cute, but feel free to do whatever you want ☺️🌺

Right so first off I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THE ORIGINAL ONE!!! Also thank you so much for all the kind comments that you leave on my post I see every single one and it still makes my day to re-read them!

But also GOD I love this idea too and I got way too carried away with this. There's a lot of TWST I gotta catch up on (haven't been able to start chapter 7 yet) so I had to work with what I've got in terms of knowledge of Diasomnia.

I hope this was well worth the wait~! (OG scenario here btw)

Pomefiore

♡ Time passes at Night Raven College, and life continues to move on, as it always has. It’s been months without a single shred of your memories resurfacing, and with no sign of anything returning anytime soon the attention has turned from your past, to your present. Your memory loss has become a simple fact of life at this point, a reality that you had to put on the back burner with everything else that had happened since your arrival and during the winter holidays. You’re thankful that the needless prodding seems to have died down by the time that students start returning back to the school and classes resume. Things return to the only sense of normalcy you’ve ever known, and you think you can get used to this without another incident.

♡ Until VDC happens.

♡ Ramshackle is the only place you have to call home, but even you can admit that it needs a lot of work. It’s a poor excuse for a building, considering the state that it had been left in far before anyone called it home. It at least had running water, and electricity, but compared to the other dorms and their meticulous upkeep by both students and staff, Ramshackle is most certainly the odd dorm out with only two members and a handful of ghosts to its name. And yet it’s the place that the headmaster deems an acceptable place to host the VDC group during their month ‘training camp’.

♡ It makes it easier knowing that you’re good friends with the majority of the group, having been through plenty before the training camp even started. In some weird way it’s kind of like a month-long sleepover with your friends and classmates, not unlike the times Kalim’s dragged you over to Scarabia for the night in the name of making fond memories. Still, you can’t help but feel cautious around the Pomfiore members you now have living under your roof, and how little you actually know about them.

♡ By this point, the fact that you’ve got no memories prior to ending up in Twisted Wonderland is pretty much common knowledge amongst the people who bother to keep tabs on you. And considering how Pomefiore’s got the likes of Rook, a skilled hunter who has a penchant for people watching anyone who catches his eye, you’ve got no doubts that they’re well aware of your circumstances.

♡That, and Crowley’s a loudmouth when it comes to his generosity about your ‘unfortunate situation’. That headmaster is really starting to test your patience…

♡ While Vil is strict, he’s by no means cruel, and is at least polite when you first allow them all into your home. He thankfully doesn’t pity you like you worried he would - you’ve had enough of the pitying looks some people give you when they think you’re not looking. Your lack of a past isn’t something you want to dwell on, Vil can see that clearly with how thoroughly you throw yourself into the training camp alongside your friends and new acquaintances. Not to mention that you act as a surprisingly good buffer between the members whenever tensions start to arise with the upcoming deadline. 

♡ It’s admirable really - a single minded little spudling if he’s ever seen one. You’ve got promise, if you keep up that resilient attitude, so Vil offers you no quarter in getting you just as involved in this little training excursion as the others are, if only to help you flourish with enough memories of this upcoming event to last you for a lifetime. 

♡ With that being said your thirst for knowledge isn’t to be underestimated, and once you find out that Vil’s pretty much a celebrity and acting prodigy you’re intrigued. Vil’s walking past the living room after the group’s come back from another day training at the ballroom and freezes once he hears his own voice coming through the door. Sure enough you’re lounging over the couch watching one of the more obscure movie titles Vil’s acted in on the phone Crowley ‘gifted’ you before winter break. There’s a blunt honesty when you praise his work once you notice you’ve got an audience. Sure, it’s praise he’s heard from adoring fans and critics more times than he could ever hope to recall, but it’s not something you’re saying just to try and get in his good books. When you offhandedly mention that he looks a little happier in the roles where he’s not the villain, noting that they suit him and that whatever world you’re from he’d probably be a big hit, you swear that he gets a bit smug, apparently pleased by whatever you’d said. You may not know all the ins and outs of this world yet, but Vil’s at least sure you’ve got taste. Which is why he turns a convenient blind eye at the treats you smuggle up to Grim and your room after he’s sure you swore to Ace and Deuce to follow along with their no-sweet regime.

♡ Rook is observant, and it’s hard for people not to feel like he’s prying a bit too much into their personal lives when they happen to gain the huntsman’s attention. Perhaps it’s because you’ve got a relatively blank slate, or that you’re so focused on forging ahead to whatever comes next that you’ll get involved at a moment’s notice. Whatever the quality it has piqued his interest, and from the moment that the camp starts he’s committing every little detail about you to memory. 

♡ You may not see it, but there’s so many details in the actions that you do and your daily routines that tell the story of who you are to whoever is diligent enough to listen. It’s in your mannerisms and the way you engage with everything around you, all easily missed to the untrained eye. It’s beautiful in its own way, and Rook is nothing if not an appreciator of that beauty. 

♡ Your homestead at Ramshackle is but another shining example of who you are as well. Having nothing but the clothes on your back and a basic understanding of how to function when you first arrived, it’s clear that you’ve made a concentrated effort to at least make the place liveable for you and Grim; not just as a shelter, but as a home. Because of course this is the only place you can call home, and Rook is sure to treat it with the respect such an important place deserves.

♡ Epel doesn’t really know what to make of you at first. You’re from a different world entirely, for one thing, and not having any kind of past beyond school makes him feel a bit awkward about interacting with you. According to Vil, Epel’s still rather rough around the edges, and when his emotions get the better of him he’s been known to put his foot in it and say something that comes off blunt and snappy. Plus, surely there was only so much the two of you could talk about that wasn’t VDC or school related, right?

♡ He’s proven wrong when that huge batch of apple juice from his nana back home is delivered to Ramshackle’s doorstep. All it takes is him mentioning to Kalim that his hometown is known for its apples, and before he can even elaborate your voice chimes in with a helpful “Oh,the village of Harvest, right?” that has Epel’s attention snapping over to you so quickly you think you’ve done something wrong.

♡How did you even know that? His hometown’s barely on the map to begin with, so it genuinely makes him freeze when you recognize it so quickly. The question bugs him until he’s able to ask you about it later, where he finds out just how much you’ve thrown yourself into learning about this world you’ve ended up in. You’re excited that someone’s finally asking you about stuff that you do know, and you pretty much end up talking poor Epel’s ear off for the rest of the evening, telling him all kinds of facts you’ve read up on regarding his hometown’s history and culture. Hell, you spout off a few facts that even he didn’t know about, and he doesn’t miss the proud grin on your face once you learn that.

♡Surprisingly, you want to hear more from Epel too. About the place he grew up, the people he grew up with - his family especially. You’ve had some time to process your own grief around your potential family and your life back home, and though there’s still a twinge of jealousy that sparks up on the bad days you don’t want it to hinder the people that you care about right now. And so you sit, and you listen, prodding him for as much information as he’s willing to give. He practically has to send a message to his nana there and then thanking her on your behalf for all the juice when you learn that she was the one kind enough to send them all over. It’s the only way to get you off of his back about it, but there’s no denying that it’s actually kind of nice having someone who’s genuinely curious about his upbringing, instead of snooping or looking down on it.

♡Even after VDC you’re surprised to find that Pomefiore’s promptly nestled itself into your life. With everything that took place before and after the group's performance it only made sense that they’ve bonded to their newest potato, just be prepared for what exactly that entails. Expect plenty of gifts in the form of the latest cosmetic brands and accessories to be delivered to Ramshackle (much to Grim’s disappointment because it’s not food.) You’ve even had yourself called all the way over to Pomefiore’s dorm only to come back with entire outfits just because you let slip once that Crowley’s budget for your dorm doesn’t cover enough to justify buying anything more than your uniform. 

♡ Those aren’t the only gifts you receive too. Often when you’re hanging out with the first year group Epel’s got one thing or another that his family back home has practically strong-armed him into giving to you. He’s talked about you to his folks a few times thanks to the whole apple incident, and Marja herself has made Epel remind you more than a couple times that you’re always welcome at the village of Harvest when the next school breaks come up. Did that embarrass Epel? Yes. Did it make him panic when you immediately teared up because of how touching it was? Also yes. 

♡ Pomefiore’s final gifts are small, but mean just as much. They also confuse the hell out of you because when did they even show up??? They’re specific things - things related to your hobbies like new books, CD’s, Movies of your favorite genre for you to enjoy (in case Crowley ever caves and gets you that TV on sale at Sam’s store that he’s been promising you for weeks now goddammit-). All placed somewhere that you’re sure to find them. These gifts are well thought out and honestly mean a lot once you realize who they’re from. Not to mention that there’s a folder with a beautiful decorated cover amongst these little surprises, a clear label reading ‘Memory book’ in very familiar handwriting. Thank god the mystery is solved once you find out Grim’s being bribed with tuna by a certain bob-cut huntsman to drop all these things off at Ramshackle (Grim was supposed to give them to you in hand, but he always gets too bored to do so before you get back from school.) So long as you come to terms with the fact that you’ve been pseudo-adopted into Pomfiore’s ranks by the end of it, it’s honestly kind of nice.

♡Just maybe don’t tell Vil that you may have accidentally made friends with his biggest rival on the day of the event because you ran into him backstage. Rook is certainly happy about it - Vil not so much.

Ignihyde

♡ Your friendship with the housewarden of Ignihyde can be rather prickly in light of everything that’s happened, especially after the events with S.T.Y.X. Before that your only real contact with the Shroud brothers was through Ortho, during your first run in at the audition waiting room. You didn’t hide your excitement once you learned that Idia had made the vocal synthesizer that Ortho was using for the VDC auditions, marveling about how cool it was and asking question after question about how he did it. Ortho is more than happy to answer each and every question you have and then some - especially once you learned Technomancy was a thing and just about lit up like a lightbulb. In fact Ace and Deuce basically have to strong arm you away from the conversation in the end because you’re gonna end up making them late for the damn audition. 

♡ You at least have the chance to call out to Ortho to tell his brother that he sounds awesome and his stuff is cool before the ballroom door shuts behind you. And that’s exactly what he tells Idia as soon as he’s back from the auditions. Idia thinks that you’re just pulling his leg and don’t actually mean any of the nice things that you say, and it takes Ortho insisting on playing it to him on his memory bank multiple times to prove just how genuinely nice and excited you sounded.

♡ Idia doesn’t really expect to hear anything from you after that, but hoo boy is he mistaken because once you’ve gotten in one of the Shroud boys’ good books the other one (reluctantly) follows. Not that he has much of a choice, because not even a couple of days after the auditions Idia’s getting added to a group chat with him, Ortho and you. It’s supposedly because you’d wanted to ask him a few more questions about his tech, and after Ortho had mentioned his brother probably wouldn’t like the face to face grilling, a group chat with the younger Shroud as the middleman was born. Grim sometimes forces his way into the conversation, but that usually involves him demanding you to write down the texts for him or slapping the nearest meme on your phone into the chat completely out of context.

♡Ortho has a lot of fun chatting with you because he shares your passion for learning things, and the two of you become thick as thieves over it before and after he officially becomes a student. He’s basically got the internet at his fingertips at all times, alongside a variety of other tools that basically make the younger Shroud brother a walking hub of information. You, for one, are absolutely living your best life because whatever odd subject has caught your attention, no matter the question you can always ask Ortho and he is more than happy to provide you whatever fun fact you’re looking for within a matter of moments. You get a bit quiet once he mentions the memories he was given during his creation, but that’s to be expected given the circumstances that you’re working with.

♡ At first, getting Idia to even pop up in the chat is like pulling on a gacha - you’ve got a good 2% chance of him actually interacting, though he does check in a lot more than you’d expect. With time however, and more than a little persistence on your part, you’ll find cracks in Idia’s defenses. He finds it easier to talk to people behind the safety of a screen, and it's not like you’re forcing him to interact with you so that at least gets you some brownie points. Granted, expect him to prod juuuuust a little bit if the topic of your memories come up in chat. He’s sure he hasn’t got enough of a bond rank with you yet

♡Things go up in the air when S.T.Y.X breaks into NRC.

♡ It was one thing having all of these people who you’d come to call friends suddenly stolen away, but losing Grim? The one who’s been your rock since you first showed up who’s been a part of every single memory you’ve made? If Rook wasn’t already planning to sneak out to find them you would have tore through their headquarters with your bare hands to get that damn tuna loving weird rock eating fluff ball back. Once you found out what S.T.Y.X actually had their hands in, especially considering the Lethe River system you were pissed. If you didn’t know for a fact that you were from another world entirely, and that the system operated to a very specific set of procedures for rewriting and erasing set memories, you would have thought that it had something to do with your own memory erasure. If that was the case you probably would have throttled the poor older Shroud; but because you know the truth, and the system itself is down for the next few centuries you settle for being absolutely livid about it. 

♡ It’s a sore spot, hitting a little too close to home knowing that there’s people out there who have had memories taken away from them or altered to protect S.T.Y.X’s existence. It’s nothing like your own situation, but you can’t help feeling angry for them. And on top of that, seeing all of those phantoms and knowing that they could have been your friends if you hadn’t been able to bring them back from their overblots? You may try to think of every memory being worth it, but you learn that some bad memories keep you up at night for days after you’re all finally home.

♡ Your friendship with the brothers is tentatively built back up after this, but it takes a bit of work. Idia’s convinced that you’re never going to want anything to do with either of them again after all that’s happened. So convinced that he nearly has a heart attack when you reach out into the group chat once you’ve had time to process things and recover.

♡ Gonna be honest, the wonderlink he gets for you and Grim becomes a huge olive branch once you’re settled back at Ramshackle. Your determination to make memories alongside not having a clue how the gaming system works leads to you either calling Idia over the phone or actually wrangling him into coming over to play with you. Whether by accident or purpose most of the games you purchased on the system he gave you are multiplayer and you insist that there’s absolutely no way just the two of you can place and that you need a gaming expert. Of course Idia sees through your poorly veiled attempts to get him to socialize, but you must have pulled some cheat code because you somehow manage to get him over to play with you two. Just be ready to have more than a few memories of losing - he’s a gaming pro for a reason, after all.

Diasomnia

♡ You’ve firmly wormed your way into the Diasomnia circle from the moment that you first encountered Malleus, whether you realize it at first or not. 

♡ Mallues may not be the most intimately involved in the school's affairs or gossip, but even he’s heard talk of the prefect from another world with neither magic nor memories to their name. The lack of magical aptitude wasn’t anything to bat an eye at, though it was unfortunate given your current enrollment at one of the top arcane colleges in the world. But to have no recollections of your life prior to enrolling? In a place where no one can recognize you or give you the answers that you’re looking for? Truly, an unfortunate set of circumstances you’ve been dealt.

♡ He did not expect to cross paths with this infamous prefect on Ramshackle’s grounds not long after word of them popped up. The old bones of the place were a comfort to Malleus on many nightly walks; when he finds out that it’s no longer as abandoned as he first thought he’s sour at the knowledge that he’ll have to find another place to pass his time in peace. The last thing that Malleus expects is you being bold enough not only to approach him, but to greet him so casually as you none too subtly try to pry into what he’s doing walking around your dorm grounds. 

♡ Perhaps you’ve lost more than just your memories, as there’s not even a shred of trepidation or cautiousness as you so boldly interact with the fae. Not only that but you listen, looking up at him not with the nervousness or even fear that he’s seen in the faces of most of NRC’s students, but with curiosity. You’re a stranger to this world, so you don’t yet know the name Malleus Draconia, nor the face the name is tied to. For once your lack of knowledge works to someone’s benefit, and an unusual bond is formed.

♡ Your friendship with Malleus is an interesting exchange - you provide him company and idle conversation whenever he spirits away to Ramshackle; and he provides you company in turn, as well as a willing ear for you to confide in. Sure, your friends have told you that you can talk to them about your problems, but for some reason you’re able to open up easily to Mal. Maybe it’s because of just how little you know about him, right down to his very name - he’s just as much of a blank slate to you as yourself. So you find yourself sharing your worries about where you came from, or the life you lived before this, or the general distress of not knowing the first thing to do about getting your memory back. 

♡ Even after all these months it still weighs heavily on you, Malleus can see it in the tired expression that wears on your face when you recall all the things you’ve done to bring back even a shred of your old identity until your head’s pounding and your eyes ache. He hates seeing you troubling yourself over it, and more than once he’s found himself flickering through old books and tomes that haven’t been touched in centuries back home with the small hope to relieve some of that burden from your mind.

♡ On a happier note, Malleus will quite happily fill you in on subjects that peak your interest. He may have lived a fairly isolated life up until his enrollment here, but even what he does know about NRC and the world outside of it he’ll share with you, if only to see the way your expression lights up in wonder hearing everything he has to share.

♡ This dynamic changes very little, aside from the fact that now that you know his true identity these interactions are no longer purely one sided in the sense that you don’t have to wait around for him to just magically appear like you have been for months. Now he’s the one being surprised by your presence when you come knocking on Diasomnia’s doors looking to hang out. Surprising, but it honestly makes the young Draconia’s day having you march through his dorm’s halls wanting to spend time with him, encouraging him to talk about his day and asking how Roaring Drago is doing as you do so. 

♡ It’s an unusual feeling, having someone’s undivided attention simply because they enjoy your company, and that you leave such an impressionable impact on their memory. Your memory is a precious commodity considering your unique circumstances, and Malleus realizes that he wants to be in as many fond memories as you’ll allow him to.

♡ Though he has to admit, Malleus can’t shake the conflict that dwells in his chest whenever the topic of your home world comes up. Perhaps it’s just in your nature to yearn for something you’ve never known, but he wonders if you’re thinking about it because your worried about your ties to this world. He hopes that once you realize the life that you’re building here, and the memories that you’re making with him and your friends will be enough to convince you to stay. But that day is far away, and so he pushes it to the back of his mind in favor of enjoying the time spent with his closest friend, for however long it lasts…

♡Lilia, catches onto the friendship you’ve got with Malleus quickly, because of course there’s no hiding how much happier Malleus has become. You’re an interesting case yourself, being able to tackle most of the problems that Ramshackle has to offer you and come out the other side as unscathed as you can be. That coupled with the increased amount of time you begin spending around Daisomnia and its students is more than enough reason to catch this guy’s attention. He learns about your memory loss early on, especially considering that it’s pretty much the talk of the school once the information drops. He won’t prod you about it like some of the younger students might, however; he’s been on this earth long enough to recognize a sore subject when he sees one. 

♡ And so he sets about learning things about you in the present rather than the past. Your likes, dislikes, favorite foods, how easily shocked you get when he tries one of his infamous surprise appearances. Lilia’s very easygoing so it’s rather easy to get along with him, not to mention being a dad he’s got the comforting parental presence down pat when he wants to use it. He’s an easy person to let your guard down around, and admit things you usually wouldn’t. Maybe that’s why you end up talking to him about the what-if’s of your previous life.

♡ It’s a moment of weakness, you let one of your idle thoughts about your family back home slip, asking aloud if there’s anyone there to actually miss you. Lilia doesn’t miss the somber chuckle as you admit that you’re a little jealous - Sebek has his parents, and Silver has Lilia. You want a family like that. You try to lighten the mood by jokingly asking why someone can’t whisk you away into their family already, thinking about that time Kalim very nearly got you adopted into his family once he learned of your memory loss. You don’t expect an answer, much less for the moment to suddenly be broken as the fae pats your head ruffling your hair. No doubt he’s made your hair a mess by the action, but you’re more focused on the grin Lilia gives you when he mentions always wanting a big family - he’s sure Silver wouldn’t mind having a new sibling!

♡Unrelated but Lilia loves sharing old stories with you. Some of the things he shares you vaguely recall reading about in some history books at the library; some of those books were so old you have to wrack your brain trying to do the mental gymnastics to figure out exactly how old he is. He is thoroughly entertained seeing the mild existential crisis inducing cogs turning in your head as he continues his tales, waiting for you to inevitably jump into the story to prod him for more information. Just wait until Malleus shows you that one textbook that’s got Lilia’s portrait in; Lilia doesn’t hear the end of it when you come flying into his room mid game with the textbook in hand demanding to know how the hell he looks the same in a portrait taken centuries ago and waiting like a stubborn child next to his chair as he finishes the raid he’s working through with Gloomurai.

♡ Maybe if you weren’t so desperate for answers, you would have noticed that his friend’s gamer tag looks kinda familiar…

♡ Offered to cook you your favorite dish once. You thought it was a nice gesture, until Sebek and Silver made a joint effort to wrangle you away from the scene, basically pleading with Lilia to please not step foot into the kitchen. That’s probably one thing you’re better off not learning about…

♡ When Sebek first runs into you at NRC, he almost fools himself into thinking that you’re playing up the amnesia for some unforeseen gain. He’s not the first student to have had their doubts, and honestly you can’t entirely blame him for just how weird ‘complete memory loss aside from remembering basic functions and muscle memory’ sounds even without the whole context of this being a world governed by magic. However, what makes Sebek different is that he approaches the subject about as delicately as a falling brick. You’re only half listening as he’s demanding answers for things you don’t even know yourself, already fed up with the whole rigmarole of people throwing questions about your amnesia at you.

♡There’s only so much you can hear about memories this, hiding that before you snap back, hissing out that you’d give just about anything for it to be a lie rather than spending every night guessing where you’ve come from and who you’ve left behind while he’s got the luxury of knowing the kind of life he’s lived before this damn school. That shuts him up faster than you’ve ever seen, jaw snapping closed so hard you swear you hear his teeth click together as you turn heel and generate as much distance between the two of you as possible. 

♡ He feels guilty afterwards; Sebek may be a bit of a livewire but even he knows when he’s taken things a bit too far, and it’s clear to see his prying has left you feeling more than a little bitter towards him. Thankfully team dad Lilia is right there to offer advice on smoothing things over in a way that doesn’t result in things looping back around to the original argument. It takes a little while to come to terms with the fact that Sebek genuinely didn’t mean any malice in his prodding; with him on a determined path to become a knight worthy to protect Malleus he wants to know that he can trust you before allowing any kind of potential friendship to form. The way that he went about it however was blunt and came off way ruder than intended; that’s something you can both agree on when he bellows out an apology in the middle of the damn hallway when you cross paths the next day.

♡ He comes to respect how diligently you work despite your initial setbacks coming to Twisted Wonderland with such limited knowledge. What he once thought was an attempt to pry into things for malicious gain he finds is actually just a desire to understand the world around you and the people who inhabit it. Sebek has relayed his respect to you before, in his own way, and thankfully you’ve spent enough time around him to know that he genuinely means every word of it. 

♡ Will actively spur on your thirst for knowledge. The first time he lent you a book because he thought the material would give you something to think about, he fully expected it to be weeks before you’d finished. Cut to the next night and you’re unceremoniously dropping that same book onto his bedroom desk, sitting down next to him as you exclaim how cool the book was and your favorite highlights. 

♡ Of course Sebek quizzes you about it, but when it’s clear you’ve actually taken an interest in the book he’s given you expect to be walking home that night with a new pile of them to pour over to your heart's content. He’s got his own passion for books, and the pair of you bond over this shared activity a lot more than people realize. Lilia almost can’t believe his eyes how quickly Sebek’s hot-blooded attitude simmers down into something more tempered whenever you come over to gush about the latest book he’s recommended to you.

♡You made a joke once about being adopted by Sebek’s parents while he was on call back home, if only to get a laugh out of the smoldering glare he shot you from the other side of the couch. That laugh however breaks out into a full on cackle hearing his parents actually agreeing with you as you shuffle across the couch and pluck the phone from Sebek’s hands while he’s frozen in shock. His mom is thrilled; Sebek, decidedly, is not, as a pillow from the couch goes sailing across the room as you flee from the scene, disappearing into Daisomnia’s halls with Sebek’s phone to tell your second adopted family all about how he’s been making them proud at NRC.

♡ Silver doesn’t miss the signs that you’ve essentially been pseudo-adopted by his father and the other Diasomnia members, though he doesn’t know that you haven’t clocked onto it yet. Considering how Malleus considers you a close confidant, Lilia is basically treating you like another one of his children, and Sebek seems to actually enjoy having you around it’s easy to think that you’ve noticed just how much everyone cares for you. And of course you care for them in return; more than once you’ve stopped by during Silver and Sebek’s training with something from the cafeteria, or you’ve brought the oddest little things you’ve found at Sam’s shop to show off how cool they are (all of which he’s pretty sure he’s seen scattered around Malleus’ room whenever you bring a new item to the dorm.)

♡ You’re quickly becoming such an integral part of Diasomnia’s life that it’s getting harder to imagine a time without you here, and these guys have become all you’ve ever known in the same way. So it’s shocking to Silver when one of the other students mentions that you’ve basically been adopted into the dorm - you’re there so much you’re practically family anyway - and he sees your reaction. You freeze, jaw slack as you process what you’ve just heard. You hardly even notice Grim swiping the sandwich Silver brought you for lunch in your shock, instead glancing up at the Diasomnia boy as if to confirm what you just heard

♡ When he gives you a confused look in return and asks why you’re so shocked since they’re right he practically watches you go through several stages of emotions, right before you’re grabbing him by the lapel of his uniform and guide him to follow you as you bolt over to Crowley’s office. The poor headmaster doesn’t hear the end of your demanding for Grim and yourself to be made honorary Diasomnia members after this. If they’re adopting you, then by the seven you’re getting it in writing from the bird man himself.

♡ Silver mentions once that he wouldn’t mind if you really were adopted into the family. It’s right as he’s on the cusp of another one of his naps, leaning up against your shoulder when he lets slip that he’d be proud to have a sibling like you without thinking anything of it - because of course it’s true, it's just a thought he hasn’t voiced out loud before. Cut to Lilia coming in a minute or two later to check in only to find his son conked out on your shoulder while you’re a blubbering mess over the fact that someone genuinely wants you as part of their family. Lilia feels only marginally bad when he reaffirms the sentiment, him casually throwing out that he already sees you as Silver’s little sibling resulting in you crying harder.

[cod-dump]

I come back with another TV series quote, Stranger Things addition. I've been seeing all these posts about how done Gaz is with Soap and Ghost, so I thought I'd contribute.

Ghost, driving to the rendezvous point: *Arguing with Soap* What are you gonna do, walk to the extraction point?

Soap: I will do anything if it gets me a way from you!

Gaz, very tired and very done with this bullshit: Children! Children! Children! This interminable bickering was amusing at first, but it's getting stale, and we've got a long drive ahead of us.

Gaz: So why don't you two cut the horseshit and get to the part where you admit your sexual feelings for one another.

Ghost, almost stearing into a ditch: Woah!

Soap: You are way off base, buddy!

Gaz: Oh, spare me, spare me, spare me! *Leans into the middle concel, looking at Soap*

Gaz: Yes, yes, hes a brute. I know. Probably reminds you of a bad relationship, and gosh, you'd really like a nice man to settle down with, but admit it, you're real curious to know what he's like I'm the sack!

Gaz, turning to Ghost: And you! Hah! Well, you're just a big man baby who'd rather act tough than show his true feelings because the last time you opened your heart, you got hurt. Owie.

Gaz: And now, rather than admit these feelings, you're dancing around one another with this mind-numbing and frankly borish mating ritual. So please, for my sake, either quit

Gaz: Or pull over, tear off those clothes, and get it over with!

Ghost and Soap: *Silence*

There was a period after all that was said that Gaz was sure that he was dead.

The silence was loud, suffocating. Nothing was said for several minutes and that gave Gaz plenty of time to think about what exactly he had said and to who. He’s known Ghost longer, he knows how he feels about being confronted with his emotions, his humanity. Gaz felt comfortable with Soap but he knew the man sometimes had a explosive temper. So the silence, the silence that would not exist if it was just one of the men instead of both, was very nerve racking.

The fact nothing was said the rest of the drive said far too much, that Gaz said too much.

They made it to the extraction point where Nik was waiting. Again, nothing was said that was strictly business on the flight back. It was obvious that Nik picked up on the tension and quickly figured it stemmed from Gaz. Man had always been observant so Gaz was hoping he could rely on him for protection if it came to that.

They made it back to base and thankfully Price was there, waiting for them in a professional yet relaxed pose. Silently, the three climbed out and Gaz hung back to avoid walking between the all too quiet Soap and Ghost. He felt Nik’s gaze on him and then Price’s, the man quickly picking up on whatever Nik and felt/seen. Fortunately the man didn’t say anything about it and just walked them inside to debrief.

Everything after that point would just be too quiet. Even with the regular chatter of the soldiers, everyone moving and working as normal, it was too fucking quiet. Soap and Ghost went their separate ways after the debriefing and just disappeared all together after that. Gaz was terrified to go to his office or room so he chose to stick next to Price.

“Sergeant… dare I ask what the hell happened on that mission?”

Gaz just sat silently next to him, eyes flickering to the door of the room, as if expecting someone to come barging in and attack him. That might’ve been Soap’s approach, Gaz has never seen Ghost go in guns blasting unless there was no other option.

“More like what happened afterward… I think they’re going to kill me.”

“Why would you think that?”

Price was definitely showing more interest in whatever was going on with Gaz over the paperwork before him. Man loved to hear gossip even though he would rather eat straight coffee grounds than admit it.

“May have overstepped with Soap and Ghost.”

Price was laser focused on him and it made Gaz shudder. He tried to avoid looking at his captain and just focus on the door completely. Gaz knew he couldn’t beat around the bush forever (Price would beat him if he did) so he just took a deep breath and told him everything. He explained their argument, what lead to it, and what Gaz had said to them on the car ride to the extraction point. Gaz took a breath after the final word, leaning over the table and closing his eyes to avoid looking or perceiving anything.

Price laughed loudly and Gaz just hunkered down more. Price tried to say something throughout his fit of uncontrollable laughing fit but was simply unable to get anything out. Price wasn’t the type to laugh at someone’s misery (though it has happened) so Gaz was hoping the situation was just too ridiculous and Gaz’s worry was purely irrational.

Finally, after Price laughing long and hard enough for him to be out of breath, the man calmed and pat Gaz’s shoulder.

“I wish I could’ve been there!”

“Cap-“

“You’re fine, Kyle. They’re not going to do shit.”

Gaz relaxed at Price’s certainty. Price was right, he was fine.

Gaz would stay fine until the next day early in the morning. He would be at breakfast in the mess, attempting to chase away the grogginess with coffee when he noticed someone sit at the table he was at.

“Hey, Gaz. How’d you sleep?”

Gaz was surprised to hear it was Soap, “Fine. You losing your voice, mate? Sound like- OH MY GOD-“

Gaz had opened his eyes to see Soap and the absolute murder scene that was his neck. It looked like someone strangled him then bit him to hell and back. Gaz gawked, Soap avoiding looking him in the eye like he was Medusa. Gaz struggled to say something, anything.

“What the fuck happened to you?!”

Soap was red in the face, turning his upper body away from Gaz. Gaz was going to push more but then Soap muttered, face practically on fire.

“Had a… ‘talk’ with Ghost about our feelings yesterday.”

Gaz gasped louder than what others would’ve deemed necessary, but to him it was very necessary. Soap decided to leave quickly, Gaz just staring after him with his jaw hanging open. Soap disappeared out of the mess and Gaz didn’t know what to do other than grab his phone and immediately text Price what he had just learned and seen.

[guppygiggles]

(sad/comfort, tickling)

Hey, there you are! I've been looking for you all day! What are you up to, friend?

Oh, no... What's wrong?

Oh, honey... my poor little peach... come here.

There, there... it's okay... I'll just hold you for a minute and rub your back. You don't have to say anything, okay? Shh, shh... you're safe now, I've got you. That's it... just let it all out, sweetheart. This world is so hard on soft things like you, it just isn't fair... oh, that I could take this pain away from you, I'd do it in a heartbeat...

Here, let me dab your face with this... does the cold feel better? Yeah, I bet... you are so flushed, just look at your poor cheeks... let's get your forehead and your neck, too... oh, honey, you're crying again... here, blow into this tissue. Oh, hush, I've seen worse! Just blow. There you go... feel better? Good... let's dab your red nose, too... there, now. You're already starting to look a bit better, do you feel better at all? Oh, I'm so, so glad.

Here, take a sip of this water. That was a big cry you just had, so you need to rehydrate, okay? If you don't want this, I could make you soup, or get you a gatorade instead, or... oh... you look sleepy, now. Are you getting a bit sleepy? That's what I thought... not surprising, really, after the day you just had. Hey, don't apologize! You can absolutely sleep here, I don't mind one bit. Here, let's get you more comfortable.

I hope my couch is comfy for you... you can lean against me if you want, I'll wrap this blanket around us. Oh, you're not quite ready to fall asleep, yet? Well, that's alright! Why don't we put on your favorite movie, and you can drift off when you're ready? No no, don't get up... I have it downloaded already, I'll just get it started for you. Hehe, I actually haven't seen this one in a while... I'm happy that we're watching it together.

You keep squirming... Are you uncomfortable? You... want to get closer? Well, of course you can! Here, there's plenty of room for us to lay down... Oh, pff, are you kidding? I love to cuddle! Let's put this pillow under your head, and you can just scoot back against me, there you go...

...!

Oh, no, did I hurt you? I didn't mean to nudge you so hard. That was a pretty loud squeak, are you alright?

...Whew, I'm so glad... I would feel just terrible if I hurt you. Are you just sensitive right there, or something?

Hm...? I can barely hear you, can you speak up, please?

Wait a minute...

You're not... ticklish, are you?

Ohoho, I see... so, if I just... tickle your tummy, right here, that doesn't tickle?

...

Ehehehe! Awww, your laugh is so cute! Are you embarrassed about being ticklish, is that why you didn't tell me? It's nothing to be shy about, you know... it's pretty adorable.

...

Ohhhh... I think I'm catching on, now... well, in that case... let's see, what other spots should we test out? How about right here, on your side? People with ticklish tummies usually have ticklish sides, too... and it sounds like you're no exception, hehehe! I guess you didn't know I moonlight as a tickle monster, hm? Too late to run, now! Tickle, tickle, tickle! Awww, you have the sweetest laugh when you're being tickled! What about your ribs, I wonder?

...

Ticklish here, too? Goodness! You're just ticklish all over, huh?

Uh oh~ not here...? Not right heeeeeere, under your arms? Hehe, oh, but everybody likes it right here! Tickle, tickle! Wow, I didn't know you could laugh like that! Is this your worst spot~? Your special tickle spot? Oh, gosh, look how red you're turning! You poor thing, so blushy and ticklish... god, you're so cute. Alright, alright, I'll give you a break, now. Don't think I'm not gonna find your other spots, later, though...! Hehehehe~

Here's some water... I bet you're winded after all that laughing. Oooh, you look very sleepy now, too... are you? Oh, good... you really need to rest. I'll pull the blanket back over you... that's it. Just take deep breaths, now... don't you worry about a thing, sweetheart. You are so safe and loved, here... I won't let anything happen to you. Just rest your sweet head, close your eyes...

Goodnight, peach. 💙

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.128 Fired

We arrived at home late that night loaded down with more gifts than the nursery could hold. If we received one more thing, we'd have to start a warehouse in the empty bedroom. We got so much stuff, we could probably support six more babies, heh. Baby girl could use a different towel every day of the week for the rest of her childhood. We had enough shampoo and lotion to last the rest of her life, it seemed like. If one day she entered a nobody loves me phase, I'll be sure to remind her of this scene.

Sophia had never been a busybody and always took a more relaxed approach to life, but I was glad to see her following the doctor's orders. She spent a lot of time on our balcony, rocking in the chair early morning, thinking about whatever expecting mothers think about. Sometimes I'd catch her reading on the couch. Seeing her take the warning seriously made me feel good about leaving her alone for a few hours to visit Maira. I thought about it in the shower, and visiting her before the baby was born was the move. Who knew when I'd be able to spend quality time with her after that.

Like I always, I began our conversation with an apology, but she didn't fault me, of course. She said it wouldn't have been right for me to neglect all my guests to hang with her all afternoon. That was true, but I still didn't like that she was alone all day. She assured me that she was okay, so I asked about her brother.

"He died in a fire," she said.

"Oh, gosh! I'm so sorry, Maira."

I never liked him, but he didn't deserve to die like that.

"Knowing he's not here anymore is its own challenge, but what makes it worse is when I think about the fire, I often think about us."

I swallowed a few times because I knew exactly where she was going, and it made me nervous.

"I think about how you held me when you realized I was okay and what we both felt."

I couldn't move or even blink and sat there, holding my breath, hoping she wasn't about to pull a Yasmine on me. Finding good friends had been a long journey, and I felt like I had a nice inner circle now. I didn't want to lose Maira because of her feelings for me. I also didn't need her digging things back up because I had worked hard to let that go.

"Sometimes I think about that moment and I wish I would have given in," she continued. "We could have tried to see if we would work. I imagine myself married to you and pregnant with your baby. My parents would finally be proud of me."

I wanted to stop her from talking so she wouldn't say something that would ruin our friendship, but I was frozen. This was a mistake. I wanted to be a better friend, but we couldn't be alone together anymore.

"All of that is nice to think about," she continued, "but I would be miserable. And you would get fed up with me. We wouldn't be friends anymore. Life turned out exactly how it was supposed to, and I wouldn't change a thing. I like how we are, and I like my life. It's just lonely sometimes, and I wonder if I'm missing out on something."

I exhaled the breath I held and blinked, finally. I could keep my friend. As uncomfortable as that was to hear, I loved that we were able to be that honest with each other. That's true friendship right there.

"Everyone has their own opinions about what you should be doing with your life, so I don't think there's a right or wrong answer for that," I said. "I think as long as you're happy with your life, no one else's opinion matters."

"Yeah. You're right. That's what I say to myself. But you know how it is."

"Yeah. It's a battlefield up there."

"Seriously."

"So...there's no one you're interested in right now?" I asked, trying to pivot the conversation...and maybe be a tiny bit nosy.

"No, and it's all your fault. You ruined me!"

"Me? How??"

"You set the bar way too high! No one else can measure up!"

"Oh please. I'm sure there's plenty of guys out there who are way better catches than me."

"I assure you, there aren't."

"I don't believe that for a second. Ooh, I should set you up with my friend Justin."

"That guy who comes to all your parties? He's kinda cute. What's up with him?"

"He's a landscaper and lives in San Myshuno. He comes from a big family just like you and is a good man...a bit older than us, but at least he won't bother you about children."

"Oh-my-Watcher you're trying to set me up with an OLD man??"

"He's not that old...I think."

"You are officially fired from matchmaking, thank you!"

I missed our banter. It felt good to laugh with her again. Hopefully, she would let someone into her life soon. She didn't need a man, but it was obvious she wanted some kind of companionship, and I was not the man for the job. Besides, she deserved to be loved and cherished, and I wanted to see her happy for once.

"The baby will be here in a couple of days, huh?" she asked.

"Sure will. I can't wait to meet her."

"So, is this the first of many, or..."

I sighed, realizing this would be the first time I admitted this out loud.

"She might be it for us. At least if we want more, we'll have to adopt."

"Whaaat?"

"Yeah. We went through a lot to get her. Sophia says she doesn't want to do it again."

"Are you cool with adoption?"

"Oh yeah, totally. You know Sophia's adopted, right?"

"Really? I don't think I knew that. It's funny...I've known her almost my whole life, but I've never really known her until now."

Was it bad that I often forgot she and Rashidah were sisters? They rarely spoke of each other, and Sophia and Rashidah seemed closer than the sisters.

"Yeah, she is," I said. "And she's got quite a story. But yeah... We're both open to it, but actually doing it is another story."

"Well, whatever happens, I'm glad you two are finally getting your family. I can't wait to meet your kid!"

"Oh yeah? I thought you didn't like children."

"I never said that! I don't want my own children; I love the auntie life! I think my first order of business will be teaching her forbidden words!"

"Oh Watcher. Here we go."

[btsmosphere]

50

50: we barely know each other but you're the only person I know who likes this band so please come to their show with me

pairing: yoongi x reader genre: fluff, college au, strangers to lovers word count: 526 rating: g warnings: none

~a/n: IT’S BEEN SO LONG I’M SORRY!! IDK IF YOU ARE STILL AROUND BUT I HOPE YOU SEE THIS ANON I NEVER FORGOT YOU <3 (and all the other asks still in my inbox)

“Thank you again, so much, for coming with me,” you rambled, hardly able to get the smile off your face, “I’m sorry for the singing-”

“Hey,” Yoongi grinned, interjecting your latest apology, “Didn’t I already tell you, they should hire you for the rest of the tour?”

You snorted at that. You really had got swept away, sung (or screamed, more like) your lungs out all evening. It was only afterwards that your embarrassment had started creeping in.

But faced with his gentle, gummy smile, the fight behind your apology fled all too easily.

Swallowing back your words, you shifted, smiled back at him. The buzz of the concert was still keeping you buoyant, and so you were babbling, you knew. And now your brain was desperately grasping for the next talking point so you could make a bigger fool of yourself.

In an attempt to avoid it, you reluctantly reached for your keys.

Looking over your shoulder, you drank in the sight. Never could you have imagined the image of Min Yoongi on your doorstep.

Well, only partly because you hardly knew him until recently. ‘Recently’ being, admittedly, tonight. See, he was a friend-of-a-friend of Taehyung’s older brother Jin, and you had only heard of him when you had asked Tae to come to this gig with you, and he rolled his eyes, and Jin complained that Yoongi was also into ‘that godawful band’, not that either of them could see how, of course.

So, you had of course tracked down this Yoongi and practically accosted him in a hallway, informing that he was the only one on campus who apparently had any taste.

You cringed at the memory, though a smile danced on your face. Gosh, you were reminiscing and you and Yoongi hadn’t even said goodnight.

You cringed again soon enough as your key totally missed the lock in your distraction. Sighing, you rested your head against your door.

“Guess you’re tired after dancing for three hours,” Yoongi chuckled.

“The touring life might be beyond me,” you chuckled.

Glancing over at him, you saw him shift to lean against the wall, seemingly settling in. Something in you leapt at the thought that he was in no hurry to leave.

You had been surprised Yoongi had even accepted your invitation to go to the show together. Even more surprised when you had been laughing and joking together in the queue before you even made it into the venue.

Besides hearing your favourite songs live in a non-stop party, you knew you would also remember the presence of Yoongi behind you the whole evening. Fresh air was welcome now you were back home, but you had to admit you missed the close quarters with your audience partner already.

“Maybe…” Yoongi was musing in the present, just the glow of a single streetlight replacing the glaring stage lights. Somehow, it inspired the same awe in you. “I don’t suppose you like any other bands we can annoy Jin with?”

“Oh, I have plenty of awful taste,” you grinned. Took a breath, and planted the key in your door for real this time. “Fancy a listening party?”

Thank you for the request, and thank you for reading!!💜

taglist: @aianloveseven

[purplerae364]

Overwhelmed

Gifs aren’t mine! Credit to those who made them!

Pairing: Doc & Lightning (NOT A SHIP!)

Summary: After Lightning McQueen wins his first Piston Cup, he gets invited to an end-of-the-season party. Unfortunately for Lightning, everyone is a bit too loud for him to handle.

Word Count: 3,834

A/N: Thought I try uploading a fan fic here! I finished this yesterday and posted it in ao3 but posting here might be fun, who knows 🤷‍♀️ Also this kind of sensory overload has happend to me before in class once. I just Hope this isn’t too ooc for Lightning, I just really like ADHD Lightning. Also I had no idea how to end this too so I hope the ending is fine.

Warnings: Sensory Overload, Drinking, Emetophobia (throwing up)

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McQueen was being bombarded by lights, cameras, and people.

He had been doing great at races after the tiebreaker in California.

In fact, he just won a Piston Cup.

He was holding it in his arms as he answered the people’s questions. People were asking him things left and right. After a while though, he started to drown them out a bit. Really he just wanted to go home.

Home. Funny isn’t it?

He was put into Radiators Springs against his will and now he’s calling it home? It’s funny to him. He gave a small wave to Doc as he walked towards the press. When it came to finals like this, everybody in town came to watch him, and it made him smile.

“Alright, Alright settle down everyone. I’m sure he’ll have plenty of time to answer your questions in the upcoming interviews.” Doc said, pushing through the crowd to Lighting. Lightning smiled at him, and wrapped his arm around his, as they went to walk away. Lightning was grateful because the people were starting to get too loud and annoying.

He wanted to tell everyone to shut up for just a few seconds, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know when he’d get that silence but hopefully, it was soon. Usually, he doesn’t mind the noise and people. In fact, he lives for it. But sometimes it’s just too much.

Some of the people started to follow them, but Lightning shooed them away. Once it was just Doc and him, he let go of his arm.

“Thanks.” He said.

“No problem.”

Lightning looked over at his friends and ran into Sally’s arms.

“Lightning you did amazing!” She exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek. He let out a small giggle and said,

“Thanks! Look at it!” He jumped out of her arms to hold up the trophy.

“Wow, it’s bigger than I thought.” She said, looking at it.

Lightning did a little jump and then showed the rest of his friends.

“Well gosh darn Lightning! You actually did it this time!” Mater yelled, holding up his hand. Lightning smacked it and let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, no need to push cars to the finish line this time, so I got the win pretty easy.” He says smirking. Mater laughs and pats Lightning’s shoulder. “We’re gonna have a big celebration when you get back!” Mater shakes McQueen a bit, to show his excitement.

“Yeah, baby!” Lightning yells. Mater runs off for a second and Doc walks over to Lightning.

“I’m proud of you kid. Honestly. You did good.” He ruffles Lighting’s hair with a chuckle.

“Thanks.” Lightning says.

Sally walks over.

“We gotta go now Lightning. See you tomorrow.” She kisses his lips and fixes his hair a bit.

“Love you.” He says.

“Love you too.” She says. “See ya Doc.” She says waving.

His friends start to leave and it’s just him and Doc. He looks up at him for a moment, wondering what to do next. He heard people start to walk up to him. He rolled his eyes and let out a small groan before turning around and smiling.

“Lightning! Lightning McQueen! McQueen! McQueen!” People started yelling from all angles.

“What’s up?!”

“Do the thing!” Someone shouted.

“You mean this?” He swung his head around at the perfect angels so that his earrings flashed and shined. Doc stood behind him with his arms crossed.

“Hudson! Hudson Hornet!” Some people shouted and tried to get his attention. And soon everyone was talking, and it was hard for Lighting to hear what people were saying let alone process it.

“What?” Was being said a lot. His hands clenched and released his pants. He played with them as he was bombarded with questions. It was starting to annoy him. The fact that he couldn’t hear anyone clearly.

“How do you feel after winning your first Piston Cup?!” Someone asked.

“How do I feel? I feel amazing! I’m so grateful that I won this!” He yelled over everyone, bouncing on his tippy toes. Suddenly he was being dragged away by Doc, but the people still followed him.

“Uh, more details tomorrow.” He nodded while smiling.

“Where are you heading now?” Another person asks.

“To a hotel!” “He was pushed in front of the door of the car. He opened it and got in. And immediately rolled down the window.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow to answer more questions. Kachow!” He flashed his earring and gave the crowd finger guns.

“Hey, kid!” Mack yelled, running over to the door. Lightning turned his attention towards him.

“What’s up?”

“Some of the other racers are throwing this end-of-the-season party or something. They used to do it all the time I guess. Anyways, they were wondering if you’re going.” Mack asked, leaning on the door.

“What tonight?”

“Yeah. It’s starting pretty soon. It’s just gonna be the racers and some of the pit crews.”

“Uhm..” Lightning bounced his leg up and down as he thought about it. On one hand, he wanted to just go to sleep. But on the other hand, He did just win his first Piston Cup. What’s an end-of-the-season party without the Piston Cup winner?

“Tell them I’m going.” He says smiling.

“Nice. Okay, see you later kid!” Mack yells, walking away and waving. Lighting waves to everybody while he rolls up the window. Once he can’t hear anybody he sighs. He looks over at Doc.

Lightning couldn’t describe Doc’s face in one word. Or emotion.

He looked concerned, but also disappointed in his answer.

“What?” Lightning asked.

“You sure you wanna go to this party, kid? You looked a bit exhausted out there.”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’ll be fine. I wanna go.”

“Okay then. Do you know where it is?”

“Uhhh no.” He pulls out his phone and texts Mack.

“It’s at some bar they rented out. Here.” Lightning showed Doc and he nodded. Lightning put his phone away and slouched a bit.

Music played softly in the background. Lightning kinda wanted to turn it off, but he decided not to. It would make him look weird and only worry Doc more. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

“You okay, Lightning?” Doc asked. Lightning snapped his eyes open.

“I’m fine.” He said sternly. And by that Doc knew he shouldn’t talk anymore. Lightning closed his eyes again. The more the music played, the more he didn’t really care. He drowned it out pretty easily. He almost fell asleep when he heard Doc say,

“We’re here.”

Lightning opened his eyes and sat up. The neon light of the sign glowed brightly. Lightning stepped out of the car.

“Listen, kid, I know they got drinks in there and everything, but don’t get too wasted alright?”

“Okay old man, whatever you say.” He says with a smirk. Doc chuckles and shakes his head as they walk up to the doors. Right before Lighting goes to open it, Doc stops him and puts his hand on his shoulder.

“You’re 21 right?” Lightning rolls his eyes and laughs a bit.

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

“You got your ID?” Lightning pulls it out of his pocket and shows it to him.

“Alright, just making sure.” Lighting opens the door and everyone goes quiet for a moment when they see who walked in.

Then everyone starts cheering and clapping and Lightning knew he was gonna regret this. But despite that, he shouts.

He watches Doc walk away somewhere else before going up to everybody else. He gives them high fives while making his way to the bar. He jumps on a stool.

“Beer please.” He says sliding his ID on the table with a smirk. The bartender nods and turns away to get one.

A racer walks over to him.

“So, Piston Cup winner eh? Kinda nice to see someone other than The King win one.”

“Oh yeah? That’s nice.” Lightning says, not really knowing how to respond.

“You’re still quite the rookie aren’t you?”

“Well technically, not anymore. But the stripes only came off my car like last season. So yeah, I guess you could say so.” He says, grabbing the beer that was just handed to him and taking a sip.

“Yeah, I guess so. You’re pretty good for how young you are.”

“Thanks.”

“Okay shut up, it's my turn to talk to the legend, Lightning McQueen!” Another racer says to the other one. He rolls his eyes.

“Alright, whatever.” He gets a drink, and Lightning turns his attention to the racer who just appeared.

“So, how cool is it having the Fabulous Hudson Hornet as your crew chief?” He asks him.

“How is it? It’s pretty great. He’s pretty funny, but he knows how to get me in the game y'know. He really helps me.” Lightning says, taking a last chug of his first drink and patting the table.

“Hey, another one please.”

“So no more flying solo huh?” The racer asks with a laugh. Lightning laughs along and shakes his head.

“Yeah, no. I found a good team.” He says, looking at Doc and waving rapidly. Doc looks over and gives him a small slow wave.

“Whoa buddy, you finished that first drink quickly.” The first racer says.

“Hm? Oh yeah.” He says, chuckling a bit. He continues sipping out of the cup with his straw. The racers went off to talk to other people. Lightning brings his fists up to his face and slightly covers his ears. It’s pretty loud in here. He bounces his leg up and down on the stool chair as he finishes his second cup.

“Another one please.” He says. He knows he shouldn’t drink too much, but it’s really good.

Doc looks over at him and sees him drinking his third cup. Hands over his ears and a bouncing leg. This kid really can’t stop moving, can he?

Doc shakes his head and takes a sip of his wine.

“I swear this kid is driving me nuts. He never stops moving. I’m surprised he can fall asleep at night.” He says to the other crew chiefs, which results in a group of laughter.

Other racers start coming up to Lightning and talking to him. The more people talk to him, the more the little guy in his head runs around telling him to leave. Where it’s quiet. But he ignores it and just keeps talking and ordering more drinks. He laughs along with the people who tell him funny things and has great conversations with them. Except he’s getting drunk. And the more he gets drunk, the more careless and reckless he gets. He starts tuning out people and then yelling random things when he tunes back in. No matter how much he tunes out the people taking, he can always hear the buzz and mumbling of everybody.

He remembered someone was talking to him and turned his head towards him. He felt dizzy doing that. He rubbed the bridge of his nose a few times.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah.” He responds, nodding.

“Another one.” He says, hand reaching out.

“This is like your 9th one.” The bartender says.

“I don’t care.”

“Anyways, I heard…” Lightning tuned him out as he stared at the table. His head was pounding. He felt sweaty and his eyes keep unfocusing. He saw as the next cup of beer was placed in front of him. He moves his mouth over to the straw to drink it before his hand slipped off his cheek and he almost bashed his head into the cup. He sits up and his stomach churns. He feels a weird warm feeling creep up his throat and immediately stands up.

“Sorry. Where's the bathroom?” He asked, stumbling to catch his footing. The bartender pointed to the back, and Lightning nodded. He rushed over to the bathroom, hitting tables the entire way there. Doc watched as Lighting stumbled towards the bathrooms.

“I’ll be right back.” He says, standing up and walking over to the bathroom. He opened the door slowly and heard soft sobs, and some coughing.

“Lightning?”

“Doc?”

“Yea it's me, kid. Are you okay?”

“I drank too much.” Then he threw up again. Doc walked to the stall where Lightning was and sat down next to him.

Lightning's face was a mess, he had tears running down his face, and there was drool on his chin. Doc sighed and rubbed his back.

“I told you not to drink too much.” He says.

“I know.” Lightning let out a sob.

“Are you done throwing up?”

“I think so.” Doc grabs Lightning some toilet paper and throws it at him.

“Here. Clean your face.” Lightning grabs the toilet paper and wipes his mouth and face. He throws the toilet paper in the toilet and flushes it. Lightning stares at the toilet as it flushes.

“I never liked throwing up.” He says.

“Come here.” Lightning turns towards Doc and hugs him.

“That’s what you get for drinking so much.”

“Oh shut up.” Lightning says with a chuckle. He buried his face into Doc’s chest, and Doc rubs his back.

“Why’d you drink so much? Just reckless teen behavior or for a reason?”

“I’m not a teen.”

“You know what I mean.” Lightning goes silent for a moment. Doc wondered if he was gonna answer him or not. He opened his mouth to ask again but Lightning said,

“It was too loud.”

“I thought so. Why’d you come?”

“Because I won.”

“Let me tell you, son, with the number of races I won, I rarely went to parties let alone get super drunk.”

“Wow, you were even boring at my age.” Lightning laughs, and Doc shakes his head.

“So, you gonna explain the whole, too loud thing?” Doc asked. Lightning sighed and said,

“That’s the thing. I don’t really know how to explain it. Like- everybody is talking y’know. And everyone has the moment when things are too loud, but this is where it’s different. For other people, when it’s too loud, it gives them a headache or hurts their ears. For me, it drives me crazy. It echoes in my brain, and it overwhelms me. And then I just want everybody to be quiet so I can have, I don’t know, a moment of peace or something.” He takes a deep breath.

Doc nods.

“I see. What that is kiddo, is a sensory overload.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Red told me before.”

“How? He can’t talk.” Lightning asks, sitting up.

“Sign language kid.” Doc waves his hands around and wiggles his fingers.

“Oh.” He says, tapping his leg with his fingers.

“Why don’t we leave? We can go to the hotel where it’s nice and quiet, and you can relax and stuff alright?” Lightning nods, and hides his face, embarrassed. Why? He really doesn’t know.

“You’re- You’re not gonna tell them the true reason, are you?”

“No, I don’t have to.”

“Okay.” Lightning nods, and grabs Doc’s hand to stand up.

“Can you walk straight?” Lightning wobbles on his feet before walking to Doc, zig-zagging and tripling on the way there.

“Yeah no.” He grabs Lightning’s arm and drags him out of the bathroom. Lightning winced once they left the room. He leaned his head against Doc’s arm.

“We gotta go now. Have a great rest of your night.” Doc said to everyone, knowing that not everyone could hear it. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was getting Lightning out of there. They stepped outside and were greeted with crisp air. Lightning shivered.

“It’s cold out here.”

“I know,” Doc said, turning on the car and opening the door. He helped Lighting in before getting on his side.

Doc turned the car on immediately and put the heat on. He muted the radio and looked at Lightning.

“Try going to sleep okay? I’ll wake you up when we get to the hotel.”

“Mkay.” Lightning mumbled softly, closing his eyes and curling up slightly. He rested his head against the car seat. He fidgeted with his pants as he tried to fall asleep. A little shopping trip won’t hurt. Doc thought. He made it to the store and rested his hand on Lightning’s shoulders.

“Hey kid,” he whispered. Lightning tried to shoo his hand away from his shoulders, his eyes still shut. “Kid listen. I’m going into the store real quick. You can stay in the car. I’ll be right back.” Lightning nodded as Doc left the car.

He locked the doors and walked up to the store. He went towards the back of the store. He looked at all the headphones before picking up some noise-canceling ones. He went to the checkout line and waited for the lady to scan the headphones. When she did, he asked,

“Do you think you could open those for me here? The kid is already overwhelmed, and I don't think that opening those would make it any better.”

“Of course, but I need the money first.” Doc nodded with a small sigh. He gave the lady a 50-dollar bill. Of course, there were better, more expensive headphones out there, but these ones seemed good enough for Lightning. The lady printed a receipt and gave it to him. While she looked for a box knife.

She found one and cut the box open. She took the headphones out of the packaging and put them in a bag, alongside the box.

“There you go.” She handed Doc the bag.

“Thank you.” He said, taking it.

“You’re welcome, have a nice night!”

“You too,” Doc said, walking away. He walked out of the store and back to his car. He hopped in and took the headphones out, setting the bag in the back seat.

“Hey Lightning, are you awake?”

“Barely…” he mumbled.

“I got you these noise-canceling headphones. They’re supposed to help with this stuff.” He whispered. Lightning looked over and gently grabbed them. He put them on his head.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Doc said, starting the car. Which Lightning didn’t have a reaction towards. Lightning laid his head back down on the seat, facing the window.

Doc turned some music on because if he was being honest, it was too quiet for him. The volume was low, but at least he had something to tap his fingers to.

They made it to the hotel and Doc shook Lightning gently again.

“Lightning.” He looked over,

“What..?” He mumbled, taking the headphones off.

“We’re at the hotel.” Lightning nodded and got out of the car. Doc grabbed the store bag and left the car too. Lightning put the headphones back on and held Doc’s hand as they walked in. They made it to their room. Lightning immediately plopped on his bed. Doc meanwhile, got some cold water and shoved it in McQueen’s face.

“Drink it.” He said. Lightning stared at him for a moment before realizing what he wanted. He took the cup and drank some water. It felt good down his throat. He sighed and nodded. Doc turned the light off, so the only thing illuminating the hotel room was the bathroom light.

“I’m gonna get ready for bed.” He said, making sure Lightning could read his lips if he knew how to.

Doc got into pajamas and walked into his bed.

“Don’t stay up too late, okay? Get some sleep. Goodnight Lightning.” Lightning watched him as he got into the bed and talked. Lightning understood some of what he said.

“Goodnight.” He said back. He drank some more water and looked around for something to do. He found a notepad and pen and grabbed them. He laid on the edge of his bed and started drawing.

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Doc opened his eyes and rubbed them. He stretched and looked at the clock. It was 8:45. Not bad he thought. He looked over at Lightning’s bed. He still had his racing suit on. The headphones were right next to him, and he laid on the edge of the bed, a pen near his hand. Doc got up to go to the bathroom. When he was done he grabbed the notepad and looked at it. There were a bunch of sloppy drawings of Lightning himself. Some drawing attempts at his car. And a few of Doc. That made him smile. He looked down at Lightning and watched him for a bit. His back rose and fell as he breathed. His hair looked like a mess. His mouth was slightly open so there was no doubt there was drool there. Doc looked away and put the notepad on the desk.

He turned the Tv on, making sure the volume was low. He clicked through the channels before stopping on a racing one. It talked about yesterday’s race and upcoming interviews with Lightning. Doc smiled and kept looking through the channels. He found a show that looked interesting and started to watch it. Really he was just waiting for Lightning to wake up, so they could get breakfast. Doc managed to watch almost one episode of his show before he heard Lightning groan.

He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“Ugh… I have a headache.” He mumbled. “What time is it..?” He looked at Doc. Doc looked at the clock.

“9:16.” He replied. Lightning nodded and slammed his head back into the blanket.

“How you feeling, rookie?”

“Okay.” He said. “My head hurts. Also I'm not a rookie anymore.”

“Eh whatever,” Doc shrugged. “You want some medicine or something?”

“Yea…”

Doc got up and went through his bag. He pulled out some aspirin he had packed.

“Here.” He threw the bottle at McQueen. Which hit his arm. He lifted his head up and grabbed the bottle. He opened it up and took some. He popped them in his mouth, and threw the bottle back at Doc.

“Water.” Lightning said, rolling on the bed to the nightstand. He found his cup from last night with a little bit of water in it. He drank it.

“Wanna go get breakfast?” Doc asked Lightning.

“Sure.” He shrugged. They got ready for the day, before heading out.

“Oh, bring those. You never know when you’ll need them.” Doc pointed to the headphones.

“I think you can connect your phone to it and play music through them.” Lightning shrugged with a slight smile, and put them around his neck. The two men made it to a restaurant and ordered breakfast. Doc had eggs and sausage, while Lightning had pancakes.

“So, did those headphones work well?” Doc asked him.

“Yep.” Lightning says, smiling.

“Good.” Doc says, with a small smile.

“Uh..” Lightning started, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Thank you for these. I don’t know if I said that already. But, I like these a lot.” He said.

“No problem kid. Just wanna make sure you’re not too upset y’know.”

“Yeah. Thanks for that.” Lightning says, smiling.

Lightning doesn’t know what he’d do without Doc now. He’s surprised he'd lived so long without him. He grazed his fingers on the headphones, and smiled even more. He looked down at his pancakes and began to eat them.

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Thanks for reading! (if you did)

Here’s the ao3 link if you want it for some reason

[soupywrites]

How about something about Geno from Super Mario RPG turning into a mermaid because of a curse.

I’m fairly new to writing fanfiction (although I have read plenty of it), so this was a fun challenge! Thanks for the ask, and I hope you enjoy it!

Seaside Gone Sideways

The crew had been to Seaside Town many times before. This time should have been no different.

Mario sat in the shade under a tree, resting his eyes. To his right was Mallow and Peach; they were building quite an elaborate sand castle. And to his left was Bowser and Geno, both staring out into the ocean by the shoreline.

“You know, I’m pretty sure wood floats in water.” Bowser laughed at himself. “Maybe you should take a swim!”

Geno simply shook his head. “Maybe YOU should get in the ocean. I could use some silence.”

“Yeah, yeah, star-boy,” Bowser trailed off. “Hey, what’s that?” He pointed into the distance.

Washed up on the beach was a pearl necklace. it glistened against the pale sand, and it was glaringly obvious that it didn’t belong there.

“Hmm,” Geno hummed. “I wonder whose that is. Is it perhaps Peach’s? I don’t remember her having a necklace on..”

Bowser turned to face the princess and shouted out, “Hey, Toadstool! Did ya have a necklace on?”

“No?” She yelled back from her spot in the sand.

Geno sighed. Someone has to check it out, he thought. Lest we have another issue on our hands.

He began walking in the direction of the necklace. However, the closer he got, the more he sensed some sort of energy coming off of it. Geno stopped when he was right in front of it and frowned. Bowser was right behind him.

“What’s wrong with you, twinkle?”

“I fear that these pearls aren’t meant to be here,” he started. “Something is off about them. They have almost a magical aura.”

“Oh, well, then I’m definitely not touching them.” Bowser nudged Geno closer. “This one’s all you, puppet.”

Geno glared at Bowser, but continued anyway, bending down and grabbing the shiny necklace from the warm sand. He regretted that.

The world began to spin, and the last thing Geno remembered was Bowser calling his name.

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“Geno? Geno!”

His eyes slowly opened, and the sun practically blinded him. He squinted, trying to gather his surroundings.

“Oh my gosh, you’re awake!” Mallow was practically bouncing in the sand next to him.

“Oh, yay, the dolls awake.” Geno could practically hear the king’s scorn. Or maybe he was making that up.

All Geno knew was that he was no longer holding the pearls, and he also could no longer feel his legs.

“Listen, Geno, you can’t freak out. Otherwise, I won’t be able to help you.” The princess’s voice was sweet as usual, but there was a hint of something else in her tone.

Geno slowly moved his eyes across the faces of his friends. Even Mario had gotten up and was standing next to Bowser, his arms crossed over his chest. Then, Geno looked down.

His wooden legs had been replaced by the tail of a fish, thankfully also made of wood. Geno couldn’t move them—it—and couldn’t feel it, either. To say he panicked was an understatement, and his breathing quickened.

“I’m not even used to my normal body and now THIS?” His voice had become shaky. He didn’t understand; he was wearing a trueform pin. How could this happen? What was the cause of all this?

The princess calmly spoke to him, “I think that those pearls you found along the shore were cursed. None of my magic is working on you.”

“Cursed is an understatement,” he muttered under his breath.

“What are we going to do?” Mallow asked, now panicking as well. “I mean, we’ve never dealt with something like this. Flying arrows? Fine. Crooks at every corner? Sure. Even the clones weren’t that bad. But if Peach can’t reverse it, then-“

“Calm down, puff ball. I’m sure it’s some dumb magical trick that’ll wear off by sundown.” Bowser sighed. “Although, this will slow us down.”

“I just think we all need to step back and think about what we know,” Peach started.

“Which is absolutely nothing,” Geno added.

“Maybe Bowser is-a right,” Mario spoke for the first time that afternoon. He wasn’t a man of many words, but when he does allow the world to hear his voice, he normally speaks the truth. “This will-a probably wear off-a soon.”

Hearing Mario confirm this belief was enough for Geno, and he started to calm himself down. This will be over soon, he thought.

Bowser reluctantly agreed (everyone knows that Peach forced him) to carry Geno over to the shade, since his new limb made it difficult to maneuver himself. He sat up against a tree, and Mario came and sat next to him. Peach and Bowser sat not too far, having a conversation about his plans for his keep and what the future may hold for the relations of the Koopa and Mushroom kingdoms respectively. Boring stuff, Geno decided, and he tuned them out. But instead of silence, Mallow began quizzing him on his new tail.

“So, does it hurt?”

“No, I can’t feel it.”

“Did it hurt?”

“No.”

“Do you think you could swim with it?”

“Probably not. To be honest, I can’t really swim with legs either.”

“You can’t swim?”

“No, Mallow. I didn’t really have to swim while granting wishes.”

“Oh! What was it like living on the Star Road?”

Finally, a subject he could actually talk about.

They went back and forth for a long time. Eventually, the sun was overhead, almost as if warning the crew that it was about to set. By now Peach and Bowser had already joined the others, and Bowser had also joined Mallow in questioning their extraterrestrial guest.

“So, if I were to wish that Princess Peach married me—“ Peach jabbed him in the ribs, or rather where ribs would be on the giant king.

“Calm down, Toadstool. It’s a hypothetical.” He shrugged his shoulders and then started again. “If I wished that the princess ‘ere married me, would you just make it come true?”

“It’s not quite that simple,” Geno began, closing his eyes as if trying to find the right words. “The Star Road is—“

“Wait,” Peach interjected. “Look!” She was pointing at Genos newfound tail. It was glowing a brilliant shade of white, almost as brilliant as the glow of the pearls. Mallow turned up at the sky; it was sunset.

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The crew decided to head to the inn for the night. It wasn’t long before the trek from the beach to the town had ended, and they were safely in their room. Bowser simply laid down on the floor; he didn’t care and was too big to fit in one of the beds, anyway. Peach and Mario took one bed, while Mallow sat up in the other. He was waiting for Geno, who was pacing around the room on his two legs.

“Geno,” Mario started. “It-a probably wasn’t anything to be-a worried about. You-a need to sleep.” He offered an assuring grin to the stressed star.

Geno stopped walking and faced the beds. He sighed. “I know, I know. It just all doesn’t feel right.”

“We can figure it out in the morning, okay?” Peach reassured him. “For now, let’s just be glad everyone’s safe.” She shot him a smile this time.

He sighed again, but this time he nodded and returned the smile. He knew they were right. And besides, he’ll always have his friends with him to deal with whatever threat comes his way. Even Bowser stayed by him to help out. The thought made him feel content, and he slid in next to Mallow.

However, that night, Geno dreamt that his legs were still replaced with a tail.

[naffeclipse]

AH MY HEART!!

You're tearing me apart Naff!!!

I caught up on song fish,,

(I'm sorry this is a mess, I'm commenting on both chapters in one go)

I love this sailboat!! I can imagine it looking so pretty! But I need to ask, what kind of sailboat is it??? Did you reference an actual real life one or did you make it up? Sorry I'm extremely curious X3

It's going better and oh my god I'm so proud of y/n! Throughout both of these chapters they're getting so much more comfortable and confident, I just wanna squeeze them and tell them how good they're doing!!!

Gregory is such a hero, so patient and understanding, and now with the secret out, their connection is so much stronger, I love it!!

The boys are doing a good job too, it's hard for them to not seem a little fast paced with the progress since they are the creatures y/n have been so afraid of their entire life. But they're so gentle and patient, they're doing their best, aah they're so lovable!! If they weren't so huge I'd wrap my arms around both of them and spin them around!

The island Sun takes y/n to! I wanna be there with him so bad!! And the gentle way he encourages y/n to get underwater and then y/n being comfortable enough to do it again!? AAAAAH MY HEART!!!!

Gregory and Freddy!! Gosh Freddy is perfect! Also oh lord I'm trying to imagine what he'd look like (more like how I'd draw him, he'd be such a creature pfkfjd)

"Different how?" You whisper.

They are bonded as father and cub.

...

And your bond with Sun and Moon is different. You can't linger on the thought without blushing.

AAAAAAAA!!! *kicking my legs like a little school girl and hiding my face in my hands*

Idk why but I felt something bad was gonna happen as I Moon went hunting in the dream. I was SO EXCITED for a hunt, but part of me was afraid. Oh god I hate that I was right.

Circus baby!!?!? So incredibly unexpected but my gosh I love what you did with her design!! She's the kraken and I LOVE IT!! (I might be enjoying her design a little too much actually, don't mind me as I pick up my pen)

Moon and Sun can be terrifying when they want to be, hell yeaaaa!!! There's the monster fight I've been waiting for!! But oh no MOON NOOOO!!!! D':

AaaaaAAAAA!!! Baby!! They're so happy to be called baby again! The way they vibrate and chirp in delight AAAA my heart!!

Again I'm so happy that y/n and Gregory have each other through this, they're both suffering now but at least they have each other..

...

Well shit. There's Circus again.

That ending to chapter 5 has me rattling you so hard Naff. You really like causing suffering huh? I really hope all that didn't undo too much of y/n's progress,, it just got worse and worse.

Such a good cliffhanger tho! I applaud you for not holding back!! Your writing can turn so dark and sinister in seconds, it's wonderful!

Brilliant work as always! I cannot wait for the next chapter!! The monster fight will be LEGENDARY!!!!

Hope you're doing well btw, I'm sending you good vibes and hugs regardless. Remember to take care of yourself and get plenty of rest ♥️♥️♥️

AHHH, MEEP!!!

It's a sloop sailboat! Very simple but it gets the job done hehe

I'm rattling you so hard right now! I'm so happy you like it and I'm very excited for you to read the last chapter (no rush of course hehe) and augh, I'm really glad you like Circus, she's so evil and fun to write, and ohhhh, your art of her is still so stunning! I love it *mwah*

Thanks, and I hope you're doing well, too! Hugs and kisses, and make sure to take it easy on yourself! Ahh, thank you so much for reading, babe! ♥

[lumiereandcogsworth]

what’s the best, or Adam’s favorite gift he was ever given on his birthday and what’s his ideal way to celebrate the day 👀

he’s definitely gotten a lot of good gifts from belle over the years that have left him speechless. the first gift she ever gave him was a ring for his collection when they were still courting (i wrote a fic about it!) and i do think the first birthday present she gave him when they were engaged Really left him so touched. i actually wanna write that scene some time. i think he was just in such awe that she actually found the lost book from his childhood, especially when he hardly remembered even telling her about it.

he’s been given lots of wonderful things for his collections, clothing and jewelry and maps and books. (lotsss of books of course). maurice has made him a family crest ring, he’s also engraved him a pocket watch, both things adam wears for the rest of his life. (but also neither of those things were birthday gifts). i’m sure he received plenty of sweet little treasures from his mother when he was a child, but none stick out in his memory. (besides the tiger, which wasn’t from his mother, but even that i think becomes forgotten for a time).

i could be really cheesy and say the best gifts belle ever gave him were their three children, and it may be cheesy but it is ALSO VERY TRUE. his little darlings, his little blessings, ougough they ARE the greatest gifts ever.

i could be even MORE cheesy and say the best gift he ever got was a second chance at life. true love and real hope and a chance to be better. (can you tell this guy makes me crazy).

i think adam cherishes a lot. he is still a person who puts a lot of value in ✨things✨ so it’s to be expected that he’d have a lot of “favorite gifts” - but as i’ve listed, there are of course some more sentimental than others. gosh i haven’t even mentioned all the little trinkets and art pieces that his children have given him over the years…

but i’ll go to your second question now since i’ve rambled about gifts enough. his ideal way to spend the day is a slow morning, it’s always warm and sunny on his birthday, so after he gets out of bed, he’ll probably go for a walk. with belle and maybe their kiddos. they’ll probably be in paris for his birthday, they have a home (a mansion. a palace of sorts) there too. they’ll go to the park, they maybe ride horses, go see a show on the stage. the end will always include a ball where he can wear his favorite outfit and dance with belle til the moon is shining bright above. every birthday is another one he didn’t think he’d get, so he really just wants to spend it with his favorite people <3

[sims-half-crazy]

"Eugene turns 16 this year and he's already decided to follow in Gilbert's footsteps in pursuing a degree in history. He says he'd like to affect change and he's got his sights set on Springhaven. I told him he could affect change here. He smirked at me. I tell you I don't know where that child's willfullness comes from."

"Do you not? Truly? He's had a tumultuous few years, you all have, and you're wondering where he gets it from?! At least he knows what he wants to do with his life," Félicie said in between bites of the delicious watermelon salad that had be laid before them.

"I know that finding out his true parentage was a shock to him, but honestly anyone with eyes could have seen the resemblence. He and Estella are very similar in their features, and the two of them are a good mix of you and Gilbert. I'm not surprised that he's paving a path that you don't agree with. He's probably thinking that he can do life better than you and Gilbert. I know my boy does. He so rarely visits now that he's at school, and he writes less often than he visits," Léopoldine exclaimed petulantly.

"I know you two are right, but I don't like it. Oh! I almost forgot to share. I recieved word from my sister, Lauretta, that she'd like to send her oldest child here to stay with us a spell. She's with child...again."

"Gosh, how many is that now? 5?"

"No, it's got to be more than that...or is it less?"

"This will be her sixth child. I do hope its a boy, because she's got 4 daughters and only one son. I don't know how much help they are to my mother and to German, but I know from Mother's letters that German's shop is doing adequately and her salves and elixirs are always quite popular. I tried to send some older clothing of Estella's to Lauretta for her daughter, as they're similar in age, but Lauretta told me that the parcel service destroyed the package and she had naught to do but rip the rest of the dress up and turn it into rags." The ladies gasped at that revelation and Leo gave Effie a knowing look. "Don't look at me so, Leo. I was trying to be kind. We are comfortable in our lives, why shouldn't I want to share that? Would it kill my sister to accept my help and not look at them as handouts? Well, I am not going to be sending her anymore of Estella's things. I'll donate them here in Roseburg. There are plenty of people in need here." The women shook their heads in agreement and continued their luncheon and turned to more agreeable subjects.

[whatthisfemsheplikes]

Prompt 22. "Go find someone else to annoy?" ✨

Oh my gosh! One of my favorite writers has sent me a prompt?? I can't believe it! Thank you so much @kendsleyauthor for the ask and I hope you enjoy! I love your and Mary's work so much and can't wait to read more!

For this prompt I chose to write for Tori and Wesley. When I first got the idea for this story, it started out just cute, but it started to turn a little flirty and then a little spicy because it's Tori and Wesley so of course it did. For anyone worried about lewd, there's no spice "on screen" so don't worry about any NSFW under the cut. Just lots of heavy flirting/foreplay because these two can't keep their hands off each other sometimes.

Thank you to anyone else that has sent me a prompt/ask as well! I will get them posted soon! Hope you enjoy!

CW: very brief mentions of abuse

Timeline: a few days after the end of The Adoption (3+ years after See Me ended)

It was just another lazy Saturday afternoon for Tori and Wesley. With no plans to go outside or socialize with anyone else, they’d both opted to wear sweatpants and t-shirts. As soon as they’d gotten up that morning, they’d stayed in their comfortable spots in the living room, with Tori lounging on the couch, watching TV on a low volume and Wesley reading a book on Tori’s phone on the coffee table. Ever since he’d learned how to read, he wanted to get his hands on literally anything with words on it. It was a good thing that Tori loved reading too, because that left plenty of books around the house for him to use to occupy his time.  

Turning the pages wasn’t always easy for someone who was three inches tall though, so Tori had downloaded some books for Wesley on her phone to make it easier for him to “turn” a page on the screen. At the moment, he was engrossed in a fantasy story that included all kinds of magical creatures like fairies, elves, mermaids, and even dragons like the ones from Tori’s favorite book that she’d read to him during their first power outage. The characters felt so real, and the action was so intense that Wesley could hardly pry his eyes away from the screen for anything. Not even to look at Tori when she let out a sigh and lazily crawled onto the floor.  

“Wes,” she groaned as she took a seat on the floor to be closer to eye level with his spot on the coffee table. “Babe. Honey. Love of my life. Will you please tell me that you’re done reading now?” 

“Shhhh,” Wesley hushed with a wave of his hand, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Just one more chapter. I’m almost done.”  

“You said one more chapter twenty minutes ago,” Tori pouted before she rested her chin on the table. “And you said it before that about an hour ago. I’ve read that book, so I know the chapters are short, and I know you’re a pretty fast reader. Please can you take a break? Why don’t we do something together?”  

“We are,” Wesley said as he blindly gestured towards the TV with one hand and the phone with the other. “You’re watching your show and I’m reading my book. This is some nice quiet time together, just sitting in each other’s company.”  

“We’ve been having ‘nice quiet time together’ all day, and all of yesterday. You only even stopped reading late last night because my phone battery died. I know the book is good, but I miss you. Why don’t we go for a walk or something? I can think of plenty of things to do together that actually involve eye contact.” 

“In a minute,” he insisted. “I’m in the middle of a fight scene. The main character might die and-” 

“Wes.” All of a sudden, Wesley felt large, gentle fingers rest against his chest, but they didn’t move to pick him up. Instead, they held him steady while the familiar warmth of Tori’s lips pressed against his back that was covered by his forest green t-shirt. The feeling sent a pleasant shiver up his spine and his eyes finally snapped away from the screen to stare at the fingers that touched him.  

Though he liked being showered with Tori’s affections, he was in the mood to tease. After all, she was trying to pry him away from a very important scene in his book. He couldn’t let her get away with that so easily.  

“C’mon, Tori,” he groaned, pretending to be irritated. He playfully pushed against her fingers, but that only made her slide him across the table until he almost reached the edge. Her lips slowly traveled up to his neck, making him shiver again. Immediately, he couldn’t even recall what his book was about. He couldn’t remember any character names or plot points. All he could think about was how much he enjoyed the warmth that radiated from Tori’s skin to his, unhindered by the fabric of his shirt. Before he could get too engrossed in the sensation, he shook his head to snap out of it. He couldn’t let her get to him so easily. He was supposed to be teasing. 

“Tori,” he sighed dramatically as he pushed at her fingers again. This time, she released him, which almost disappointed him. Had she really given up already? However, one look over his shoulder revealed a seductive smirk on her face, letting him know that she’d still be putting up a fight, just like he wanted. “Stop giving me that look,” Wesley said with a teasing smile of his own. “I’m in the middle of a very important chapter, so go find someone else to annoy.” With that, he turned back around and started to walk back over to the phone. He’d only made it about five steps away before he felt something gently hook under his shirt from behind.  

“I can’t do that, babe,” Tori chuckled as Wesley felt himself being pulled back towards the edge of the table. When he looked behind him, he saw that Tori had hooked the nail of her pointer finger under the back of his shirt and was using it to bring him back towards her. As soon as he was close enough, she didn’t let go. Instead, her nail caressed his skin from his back to his side, all the way to his chest before she pulled the fabric just a bit to turn Wesley around to face her. He’d never seen her do this before in over three years since they’d been together, and he had to admit that it was way hotter than he would’ve thought. He could only imagine that his face was getting red because the smirk on Tori’s face seemed to widen just a bit.  

“You see... you’re the only one around to annoy,” she said in a sultry voice. As gently as possible, Tori gave Wesley’s chest a little push, making him hold onto her finger through his shirt as he was swept off his feet. With nothing to stand on, Wesley eagerly gave in to the movement of Tori’s hand as she slowly pressed his back against the table, leaving him laying down and pinned between her finger and the wooden surface. Her eyes scanned him with enticing intent and Wesley could feel his heart hammering against the skin she’d pressed against him. In the back of his mind, he knew that a position like this would’ve absolutely terrified him a few years ago. It would’ve meant that he was in trouble. That he was going to be punished.  

Even though Tori had never done this with him before, he was a little surprised that she could even make him feel comfortable in such a vulnerable position like this. The quiet voice of his instincts still tried to tell him that this was wrong in the back of his mind. It tried to remind him that this position was dangerous. That Tori could hurt him if she pressed even just a little too hard. That he was being held at the mercy of a human. He was even more proud of himself though when he was able to easily shove those thoughts out of his mind.  

This was Tori. His wife. His best friend. The love of his life. She’d never do anything to hurt him, and they’d been together long enough for her to know how much would be too much for Wesley’s body to handle. He trusted her with his life. Even in this position, he could let go and enjoy the intimacy in letting her take the lead without knowing where things would go. As he lay on the table, he kept a hold on Tori’s finger, feeling desperate to be closer to her, even like this. He hoped that she could see in his eyes just how much he trusted her.  

She seemed to notice how much he’d relaxed and took that as her cue to keep going. No matter where things went, Wesley knew that she’d stop if he said so. Right now, he had no plans to bring things to an end as he saw Tori start to lean even closer to him.  

“Even if there was someone else around to annoy, I wouldn’t want to give anyone else my attention,” she said in that sultry voice that made Wesley’s heartrate quicken again. “After all...” Before she could finish that sentence, she leaned down until her lips brushed against Wesley’s ear. “You’ll always be my favorite.” Wesley couldn’t even hide how much his body shook with excitement at her words, her closeness, and the heat of her breath against his skin.  

Before he could even turn to look at her, Tori had straightened back up a bit and gave Wesley’s shirt a playful tug from where her finger still rested underneath it.  

“Now,” she purred. “Are you sure you want to keep reading that book right now, or do you want to take this off and have some fun together?” In a flash, Wesley ripped the shirt up and over his head before throwing it across the coffee table.  

His book was now completely forgotten.  

[quinnzeta21]

CHAPTER 6

At the Hospital

The doctor had said that Ms.Dawson needed to hydrate more and had to get some rest because she doesn't have much energy in her body. So she's going to get warded for a day so that the doctor here can check on her health.

"Kate, I need to get going. But later after I've done things on the Campus, I'll be seeing you back, okay?" She smiles "Thank you darling". I can feel myself blushing after I hear the word "darling" from her. No one ever calls me by using that sweet word. Okay, what's going on with me? I rushed fast to get to the campus leaving Kate behind.

Campus

10:20 am, just arrived (late again).  I take my bag and open my door telling myself I'm not going to run because Principal Cooper won't ask anything if she sees me. *Knock knock* "Thank you Sir Edwin for looking after them."

"Where's Ms.Dawson?" He asked.

"She's feeling unwell this morning. So I bring her to see the doctor"

"Oh gosh, I hope she gets plenty of rest." I can see he's worried about Ms.Dawson too.

"She will, thanks for your concern btw". He just left and I continue the class on where Sir Edwin stop.

"So class! Where do you stop just now...?"

After the class end, I went for a break with other staff. At the eating table "y/n, where's Ms.Dawson? I heard she's not working today?" Mrs. Celine, one of the professor asked.

"Oh, she's feeling unwell this morning and she asked me to continue the class like usual without her" I said.

"Actually, seeing her like this makes me mad at how her ex-husband and family treated her. She's got everything before, a loving family, a friendly colleague to us, good career..... Now, she is just living alone in that big house. No social life like the old "Kate Dawson". I feel-".

"She doesn't deserve all of this." Sir Edwin interrupt out of nowhere.

I decided to just hear their conversation and thinking about going to Principal Cooper's office after she's finished with her break.

*Knock knock* "Principal Cooper? Can I come in? This is y/n."

"Yes dear, please come in" as I open the door, "y/n, how is this happened? "

"I don't know. This morning my instinct ask to drive infront of her house just to make sure. I did what you asked for...-" I explained everything about what happened this morning to Principal Cooper including her mentioning about her daughter, Bella.

"Oh dear, Kate." She is just staring at the floor thinking on something to say.

"She needs someone-"

"Yes and it's you." She said.

"me?-"

"Yes, think about it dear. It's been almost a month since you worked  under Ms.Dawson. Means, you had plenty of time with her. Like I said before, maybe you can help her.... Other than her psychologist."

I just think about what the Principal Cooper said. "Principal Cooper, if there's nothing else.... Can I leave now? I'm going to see Ms.Dawson at the hospital."

"See, you are already thinking about her. Anything, please let me know... I-I want to visit her tomorrow.... Or maybe when I'm finish with everything, I'll be visiting her soon." she said.

"Okay Ma'am"

At the Hospital

After I arrived, I went straight to her bed and saw her resting. I try to ask the Doctor or Nurse about her condition if I can bring her home today.

"I might have to get her to stay for today. If she's okay, she can leave tomorrow." The Doctor said "her daughter perhaps?"

"Oh no, I'm one of her colleagues". He nod and walks through the other patients and continues his work.

I go near Ms.Dawson and slowly stroked her hair gently and she just woke up because of me "Oh, I'm sorry Kate. Didn't mean to wake-".

"You're here?" She is sure surprised to see me. "Yes Kate, I had promised you to come back for you later". Wait... "To come back for you?" Seriously y/n, I shouldn't said that. I feel like..... I am being flirty towards her?

"Y/n.... Can I go back now?"

"I'm afraid you need to stay here for tonight. Sorry Kate" and I told her that everyone sent regards and said that they are all worried.

There's a silent moment like usual "can you stay with me here tonight?" And all of a sudden, she asked me that. The same question like she did asked before. To stay with her.

"Kate, I think the visitor can't be here for a night..... But hey, I'll wait until you go to sleep okay?" she look into my eyes and nod slowly "Do you ever felt regret on something?" She ask. "Well, I've regretted changing my course at the first College I once attended" I laugh at my own stupid decision and I look at her "and I believe, there must be a good reason for that to happen to me too...... For instance, meeting you and the rest in Vernmore Campus. It's a blessing for me." She just smile at my words.

It's almost 10pm, the visitor hours end and we the visitors need to go home. Thank goodness she's already asleep, so I walk away and leave her. As I walk through my car, I see the moon bright the way for me and the cold wind blows softly. I see a  text from Tanya and Principal Cooper shows up

Tanya: "Where are you? you going back isit?"

"Yes yes.... Im on my way, Tanya" *sent

I open and read the next message

Principal Cooper: "Sorry y/n, I couldn't make it to the hospital today... Can I know how her condition? Hope it gets better"

"it's okay Ma'am, she's doing well.. Tomorrow the doctor give the permission for her to go home." *sent

I start to drive my way out from the Hospital and went straight to home. The first thing I know when I get home is, I'm going to open the refrigerator and find something to eat.

Tanya's House

30 minutes later, I was already in front of the front yard locking my way into the house. No sign of Tanya, I go straight to the kitchen searching  for simple food to eat. I opened the fridge and found nothing but a left over food that's getting bad. I take that food and help to throw away, open the freezer and found a frozen lasagna that need to be heat up. At last, I found a real food for me that is not getting bad, perhaps? "HAH, caught red handed y/n!!" I start to stun by hearing her voice from upstairs.

"Where were you?"

"Work-"

"No, where were you after work? Meeting someone?" I can see her smirk face from my left side.

"No, just went back from the hospital"

"Why? Who were you seeing?"

"Kate Dawson."

"Wait?! Is she sick? Look who's being a good colleague and visit her... Didn't you hate her, y/n? Did you-"

"Tanya! Please... Just stop. I'm exhausted right now and I just came back from the Hospital. So can you please understand me"

"I didn't mean it. Sorry.... Let me just accompany you while you having your late night dinner.. I promise I won't open my mouth"

I giggle looking at her reaction "Tanya, I will answer all of your questions. Yes, she's fine. Second, I'm her colleague not to forget her assistant. Of course I visit her and about hating on that woman....... I dunno Tanya, I started to care about her. After I heard her life story from others." she wanted to say something but I cut her off "No more asking, Tanya" she pensively as I continue to focus with my food.

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

IT LOOKS LIKE EVERYONE IS WORRIED ABOUT KATE DAWSON. ESPECIALLY SIR EDWIN... DID HE HAS A SECRET ADMIRER ON HER?

[clover-the-awesomest]

OKAY...

Okay...

I can speak now.

SO!! I am gonna give my thoughts in list form because I just. Have. SO MANY THOUGHTS about this update, especially since I finally came to it on time for like. The first time ever. SO! Enjoy my little rambles!

Pinging @somerandomdudelmao and @tapakah0 because I will be making some predictions via my thoughts and will be going in debth with my thoughts as much as possible and I just. Want them to see how much we all love this comic. (And I want them to know how insane I was while waiting lmfao)

Notice how Cass put in a lot more detail in the first panel! They've stated beforehand already that they put more detail in the bits that get them emotional; I can see why they cried. THIS PANEL IS ADORABLLLLLLLLLLE (DISASTER TWINS CUDDLEZZZZZZ)

And also, in the same panel, we get a good look at Leo's shell! (Finally) And look - It has a giant scar on it from... Something. I think I know what though! I think we saw Leo get this very same scar in "The Little Things," aka when Donnie was patching up his twin after an accident with the giant screws and shit. Another emotional moment for Cass back then, which kinda maybe sorta clues in for us that the two scenes between that one and the current cuddle scene here that they're connected. (You just watched me fail to explain how 2 scenes are connected lmfao)

MURDER DRONES VIBES IN PANEL 2 (Donnie's alarm is his Ninpo, aka literally himself. He- He uses himself as an alarm. The main character for an animated show on YouTube called Murder Drones has the same situation since she's a robot. Her alarm is literally built into her face lmfao)

LEO IMMEDIATELY WAKES UP WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE WTF-

PFFT- LOOK AT LEO GETTING BONKED IN THE HEAD OMIGOSH-

Donnie's talking about Leo not getting a cold and giving him full clothing while in the apocalypse all the man had to wear was a scarf and pants bruh.

"Don't worry, I'm not that hungry." Right after he says this, Leo just. Has a dorky smile on his face for almost 2 whole pages and just ignores Donnie that entire time. I just find that fuccin adorable.

Some may be confused as to why Donnie looks so sad after Leo says that btw, but I think I've figured it out. Back during the apocalypse, I suspect Leo had a habit of not eating enough and instead leaving the rest of what he refused to eat for other people he cared about. Maybe he refused to receive enough food from the cooks, or maybe he poured the rest of his rations into other people's bowls while they weren't looking. (We saw him do this for Casey actually at some point) Naturally, the only people who knew this were his brothers. Duh. And now that he's in the present, Donnie hasn't really thought much about that little habit of Leo's. Despite the slider's size and muscle mass, he definitely strikes me as the guy who didn't give two shits about his health in reality. And until now, that's the way it's been. Now though, Donnie is hearing Leo say he isn't hungry when they have plenty of food to supply themselves with, and it hurts him more than ever before. In the future they lived in, it was at least understandable why Leo did what he did. But now? There's no excuse. And Donnie is forgetting that Leo never really noticed the fact that they're in the past now. So to Donnie, Leo saying he isn't hungry is a personal attack to his gut. So yeah. Hope I got that right!

BRUH THEY'RE STILL LEECHING OFF OF DRAXUM'S SHIT OH MY GOSH THAT IS HILARIOUS

"Guess who I brought back to life~!" Is said so casually-

Oh hey look it's the sneak peek we saw yesterday~

NOT DONNIE STRAIGHT UP SLAPPING LEO JUST TO GET HIM TO MOVE TOWARDS HIS LITTLE BROTHER-

AND NOT MIKEY LITERALLY CRACKING LEO'S NECK-

"How do I feel!!?? I saw you die!" "I saw YOU DIE!" Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Yep I'm crying now thx-

PFT- LOOK AT MIKEY JUST HANGING LIMP WHILE RAPH HUGS THEM I CANT- THAT IS SO FUNNY OMIGOSH

RAPH SQUISH RAPH S Q U I S H

OH G O D. Raph finally speaking in the first person again hit me HARD. For a while we haven't seen/heard him speak in the first person, let alone at all, and now that we're finally hearing him speak in the first person again with Leo... UGH THAT HURT ME!! (I can't remember if he's done this before since he got revived and I honestly don't have the time to look back and check)

OMIGOSH RAPH IS SO BEEEEGGGGGGG

"I know it would make more sense for Leo to roll up his sleeve or something, but I like how it flaps!" No no that's fair it looks adorkable like that anyways <3

GOD CASS I LOVE THIS UPDATE SO MUCH YOU DID SUCH A GREAT JOB NOW

R E S T

Part 22!

I know it would make more sense for Leo to roll up or tie this empty sleeve. But I like how it flaps haha

Part 1

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Also~ Yes. It’s Donnie’s clothes

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Meet Cute

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x DogMom!Reader Word Count: 1.8k T/W: fluffyyyy A/N: I know it’s a trope, but I love it!

Can you imagine Bucky with a puppy?!?!

Managing six dogs at once wasn’t exactly easy, but you did it rather gracefully, at least most of the time. Today however, you fumbled with your keys at your apartment door when two dogs suddenly, and swiftly wrapped around you, pulling opposite directions. With a small shocked squeak at being squeezed, you accidentally dropped both your keys and a leash, one out of six wasn’t bad, but it was still a loose puppy, trotting around the apartment hall like he owned the place. 

“Peanut!” You yelled out of sheer concern as the baby dachshund gallivanted towards the stairs, as if it were his prison break at last, “Peanut, sweetie, come here!” You called again, eyebrows furrowing during your attempt to untwist the other leashed from around you, as he got closer and closer to that first step which was far too steep for him to comfortably and safely make wihtout tumbling down the rest. 

You watched in sheer panic as his short stout front legs took the leap of faith with ears flying freely in the air like he was Dumbo. You anticipated the little yelp that would absolutely break your heart— Thankfully there was a soft landing platform neither of you had prepared for. Underneath Peanut appeared two hands covered in black gloves. The small dog fit perfectly in the hands as he wagged his tail, beyond proud of the heart attack he nearly gave you. Sighing, you leaned into the door of your apartment for support. 

“Whoa there,” the saviour said, bringing the pup up with him as he stood, having had to dip to catch the pup on the stairs, after glancing at the shining silver bone shaped name tag he met the dog’s eye line, “Peanut, was it?”

As the stranger made his way up the last few steps, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. While you didn’t know him personally, you had seen him around the apartment complex before. Heart still pounding, you shook your head at the pup who was plenty happy in the hands of his rescuer. 

“Peanut Butter Brittle Biscuit,” you full named the dog, causing him to tuck his tail, still wagging it though. Setting your hand, which was still being tugged on by the other five other dogs, on your hip, “you know better than to just run into strangers, it's rude.”

“Well, Peanut,” he looked to the pup in all seriousness, “I’m Bucky. There, we aren’t strangers anymore,” he affirmed, shaking the dogs tiny little paw gently, “and so we’re not strangers,” he looked to you, “I’m Bucky, and you are?” You smiled at his flirty tone, “unless you’d like to go by 4C? Keep it professional?”

“Four- C?” You gave a puzzled look.

Bucky pointed above and behind your head, with the hand he was not literally cradling Peanut with. Quickly glancing you realized it was your apartment number. Now feeling a flush of embarrassment, you took a moment to face him again, squeezing your eyes closed. 

“Oh yeah,” you nervously laughed, before giving him your name as well, you liked the way he repeated it to himself, “and you’re 2E, right?”

“Do we know each other?” he asked, tilting his head with a smirk.

“Oh no, I just, sometimes I see Yori go down there, and- I’m not stalking you, I promise,” you frantically explained, waving your hand, wrapped in dog leashes. 

“No,” Bucky smiled, letting you know that was not what he was thinking, “I think I’d hear you if you were though,” he looked down and around at the literal pack of dogs sitting and standing around you. The pack ranged from a German Shepherd to a Golden Retriever to a Dachshund to a Pomeranian to a Corgi to, lastly, a dopey Great Dane.

“Most definitely,” you laughed, trying to calm your nerves, “we’re not the most graceful bunch, you had a display of that just a moment ago, which thank you so, so much.” You placed your hand over your chest, as an expression of relief. 

“No problem,” he said with a sincere nod and smile, petting back the dog’s ears, “looks like Peanut here is a real daredevil.”

“You have no idea,” you glanced at the puppy, “he’s a troublemaker and thinks he’s invincible.”

With that Peanut interjected giving the most babyish attempt at a deep roo, sassily from where Bucky held him still.

“Talker too, huh?” Bucky gave a shocked glance at the Dachshund who was still resting comfortably with his chest being cradled by Bucky's hand.

“Yeah, well we’re 40 minutes late to D I N N E R,” you spelled out the last word in a whisper, “Fridays are always long days,” you gestured around you to the bigger dogs with toys covered in drool, they just stared up at you, sighing you collected yourself, “they’re park days.” 

“Ohh, I see,” Bucky nodded, “I'd hate to keep you any longer then.” 

With a soft ‘okay’ and a smile, you held your hands out to take Peanut back. There was a brief moment in the exchange where your hands touched his and he gave a ‘sorry’ knowing it was probably cold against your skin. As Peanut hovered with both your hands on his chubby little sides. Your Dane tugged one way again, while the Retriever was determined to go the other, pulling you and Bucky closer together. Practically chest to chest, save Peanut being the barrier between the two of you.

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, looking down immediately, even though there was hardly room between you two to do so, literally feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you closed your eyes, “this is not happening.”

“I’ve been in worse situations,” Bucky remarked cooly, keeping his gaze focused on you, finding it surprisingly cute at how flustered you were around him. It’d been a long time since he had felt someone had real genuine human emotions regarding him. 

Neither of you took your hands away from the other’s. Standing there you bit in your lip, calming your rising pulse as you were now close enough to smell his cologne. 

“I’m-” you started, finally looking up, “so sorry.” 

“It’s really okay,” Bucky chuckled, not wanting you to feel as worried as you were, but you just knit your brows together and gave another apologetic look, “honestly, I could- I could do this all day.” There was a pause, then you smiled, ducking your head to hide your face against Peanut who was really becoming a star matchmaker, “I think Peanut and I are going to be very good friends by the end of this.”

Lifting your head with a nod, you sighed, stroking the pup’s ear, for a moment before you guided the other dogs around to give you some more space. Bucky respectfully took a step back, somehow still holding Peanut after all that. You opened your apartment door and the dogs rushed in, you let each leash fall off your hand as they entered. You said their name with each one to keep track of them.

“And lastly,” you exhaled, reaching your arms out again for the troublemaker of whom Bucky surrendered, though he was getting fairly fond of him, “well, at least let me invite you in? Have a drink on me? Something?”

“That’d be great,” Bucky said, gesturing for you to lead the way. 

Once you were both in and Bucky shut the door behind him, you let Peanut loose and immediately he ran to his dinner bowl, waiting in anticipation. Offering Bucky to sit at the bar, you set two cold bottles on top of the counter, but before you joined him you got out six dog bowls, making him smile.

“How long have you had them?” Bucky asked, opening his bottle relaxedly with his hand.

“They vary, some for years, but the most recent,” you nodded to Peanut, “only a few months.”

“So uh, why so many?” Bucky inquired. 

You squeezed your shoulders up, looking around at all of them, “they needed a home,” you said, soft smile, “each of them came from a broken place, of hurt and pain. That’s all they knew before I took them in, and,” you shook your head smiling wider, looking over to Bucky, “if I could be a part of their healing, I knew I had to be. I can’t think of leaving something to suffer if there’s something that can be done to help.”

“That’s-” Bucky looked to the floor as you rounded the counter, to sit next to him on another bar stool, having just set all the bowls down, “that’s a really great mindset.” 

“What about you?” you took a sip, “any pets?”

He swallowed shaking his head, “no, I have a weird work schedule,” he squinted at his own reasoning, hoping it didn’t sound too dumb.

“Oh gotcha,” you nodded, before gesturing with the top of the bottle, “well Rodgers seems to like you.”

Your gesture drew Bucky to look down, sure enough set atop his thigh was your German Shepherd's head, looking up with big eyes and slowly wagging his tail. Bucky pet the dog’s ear, “Rodgers?”

“Yeah, you know after Captain America? He’s ex-military himself so I thought it was fitting,” you bent down to pet the dog yourself.

There was a quietness, Bucky looked away from the dogs and you for a moment. Biting the inside of his lip he felt something he hadn’t in a long time, though he tried to repress it. A part of him felt it was a sign, another part of him told himself to ignore it. Takin another swig, he made his choice

“Hey, if you ever. . . need help with them, I’m,” he hesitated, “I’m usually free Fridays, or- park days.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled leaning back up, “how bout I get your number so we can plan a da-,” you quickly changed your sentence, “a park day.”

While you got up to grab your phone, he flipped open his, seeing the very few contacts and the messages from only one person. Wincing he was a little nervous, this meant opening up. You returned, asking for his number, to which he willingly gave you. Finishing the drinks he said he really should head home, you completely understood, already surprised that he stuck around that long after the incident earlier. 

With casual goodbyes, you shut your door and he headed back downstairs. Taking his gloves off, he suddenly felt his phone vibrate. Sitting on his couch he took it out of his pocket. Seeing your name pop up with a “hi 4C here, texting you like I said I would” and a smiley face with a dog emoji made him smile to himself. 

He opened it-- it was time to start answering messages, it was time he found his healing.