#i grew up with big dogs it took me way too long to consider that they're scary for a lot of people

[readymades2002]

haha i love my job so much. big fan of being bitten by a customer's dog and asking them to please hold their dogs back so i can load their car and them going oh my dogs are friendly though. i think you're just not a dog person. like I'M the asshole in this situation. whatever

[friendlyneighborhoodsynthezoid]

Pirate Batch- Halloween Edition

Want to hear a story?

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The night was dark, the sea was calm. The inky water lapped against the sides of the Havoc Marauder as below a red moon the ship drifted. The sea was silent. No land, no birds, no ships in sight. Within the belly of the pirate ship all was quiet as well. The crew adjourned to sleeping or quiet, solitary activities. Until a soft hiss broke the still air.

“Want to hear a story?”

Crosshair whispered into the quiet of the crew quarters. Omega, his target, looked up from where she was drawing on the floor.

“What sort of story?”

“Cross,” a sleepy voice interjected, “she really should be getting to bed-”

“Oh, come off it, Hunter. She can stay up a bit longer. It’s a good story.”

“Pleeeeeease Huntah?” Omega wheedled, “I promise I’ll go straight to my room when its done.”

With some more grumbling, Hunter relented. “Fine then. Make it quick, Crosshair.”

The lanky gunner looked offended. “You cannot rush good storytelling,” he admonished. He took a seat on the floor across from Omega and drew her lantern to him. Holding it up to his face, his sharp grin was ghoulishly cast in stark light and shadows. “And this calls for some very good storytelling.”

The others began to take interest in his odd display. Echo watched Crosshair with open puzzlement, for he considered himself lucky if to get any more than a sentence out of the skulking sniper. Was he about to speak for actual minutes? Tech found his curiosity piqued as well, and Wrecker was edging a little closer to the group on the floor- he seemed afraid to come to near to Crosshair.

Casting Wrecker an amused glance, Crosshair began. “This is the story of a girl who lived many hundreds of years ago. She was very sweet and kind, with golden ringlets of hair and big brown eyes-” Omega blinked hers in surprise at the familiar description.

“She was called Arla. She was a polite and kind girl, but she was also a very curious little girl. She lived with her stepmother and her old dog. Her stepmother was a strange old lady, who kept little Arla very close. She always told the girl it was to keep her safe. One day, Arla asked, ‘why mustn’t I stray beyond the courtyard? Why can’t I go to the water with my friends?’

The answer was always the same. ‘It isn’t safe by the water. There are dark things about the shore at night.’ Arla was a good child, and so she listened. But as she grew older, her curiosity grew too. What was so terrible that haunted the sea at night? Arla decided she would be bad. She decided she would go down to the shore when the moon was high and bright. After all, Arla thought, if it is bright enough to see, it couldn’t be so dangerous.

Arla had a plan. She packed up a bag with candles and rope and a sharp letter opener she took from her stepmother’s writing desk. She was all ready for any danger she could think of. But she could never have prepared for what happened next…”

Crosshair trailed off mysteriously. He let the silence remain, dramatically. Tech, who had found himself being drawn from his reading into the story, broke in and snapped, “oh come on, Cross! Get over yourself and tell the story.”

Crosshair snorted. “Fine. Heathen. If you’ll let me continue…”

“One night, under a bright red moon, Arla patted her dog goodbye and slipped out her bedroom window and tiptoed barefooted and silently out through the courtyard. When she came to the gate, she paused. Her stepmother’s warning echoed through her mind. Don’t go out. Stay away from the water. But Arla made up her mind and eased the gate open just enough to squeeze through. Under the red moonlight and distant stars, she hurried towards the shore.

She found her way to the beach. The sand was cool between her toes and the water looked like the blood of titans slowly drowning the world. Arla crept toward the sea. She wanted to know what she was missing for so long…

Trepidatiously, she touched a toe to the water. The surface rippled around her foot. But the ripples didn’t stop. They spread out and out and got bigger and bigger and Arla was so frightened she pulled her foot out of the water and hid her face behind her hands. She heard the waves crashing louder, louder.

She was scared, but she wanted to look. She peered between her fingers and saw a towering shape lurching across the water towards her. She scrambled away but it was upon her.

A great old ship. The sails were rotten and torn, the hull was in no way seaworthy. It looked like it had already seen shipwreck and yet here it was, running aground on this little strip of beach before her eyes.

it crashed to a halt, throwing up fountains of sand and seawater. Arla watched with horror as shadows began to writhe and erupt from the deck of the dead ship. The shadows congealed and became creatures. They scuttled down the sides of the ship and swarmed up the sand. Within moments, Arla was surrounded.

There was a creature in front of her. It was bigger than the others. It was not made of shadows anymore. Where it had been dark it now shone with blue iridescence. It had a face of sorts. Not human, and not like anything Arla had seen in her books. It reminded her of a painting she had once seen in Stepmother’s study. The painting had disappeared when Stepmother found her snooping about through Stepmother’s study for things to read. She had been put in her room with a few choice books. Stepmother told her not to go looking again. Arla had listened. Mostly.

The creature opened an incorporeal mouth. Its voice was not a sound so much as a feeling in her head. She heard it as if it were her own thoughts.

‘You are ours at last, child. We have need of you. Arla opened her mouth to scream or cry, or perhaps to ask ‘why,’ but her voice was stolen before she could utter a sound. The glowing creature grinned needle-sharp teeth and Arla was swept up by creatures of sea mist and shadow. For a time, she knew no more.

She woke up again in a dark room that swayed with the sea.

She found herself again staring into the there-and-yet-not eyes of the mist creature. This time, she found her voice. ‘Where am I? What are you? Where are we going?’ She was scared, but she wanted to know.

The mist creature twined tendril limbs around her arms and pulled her to her feet. ‘You are coming home with us. You will make everything well again.’ Arla did not understand, but she didn’t resist as she was swept along through cramped corridors and up a ladder to the deck of the dead ship.

She looked around. There was no land in sight, there was no wind, and the red moon painted everything in blood and darkness. She was frightened, but she was also excited to finally see what lay beyond her little world. She felt alive among the waves and the stars. But the feeling was fleeting, and she was soon consumed by worry as the mist creatures swirled around her.

The creatures all spoke in one voice as they swept about and nearly knocked her off her feet. ‘You will be one of us now… you will be the best of us… you will make the bleeding cease and stop the hurting of our homeland…’

The mist solidified into spikes, and she found herself surrounded by whirling blades of light. With a rush of air, a spear of mist shot towards her and sunk into her chest. She screamed, her voice joining the rushing wind. Another struck her in the back. A third shot into her head and her screaming stop. No sound came from her gaping mouth, but her eyes and mouth cast light out from her skull in radiant beams. Her skin began cracking and more fissures of light erupted out from her. She couldn’t see, could speak. She had the strength left for one more thought before the world dissolved into whiteness. ‘Why didn’t I listen?’

“WHAT?!” Wrecker barked. He’d been listening with horrified intensity as Crosshair told his tale. “She’s dead? Is that the end of your stupid story?”

“Stop interrupting me!” Crosshair snarled. “I’m not done yet. If you’d just let me finish…”

Arla’s body was lost, but her spirit remained. Somehow, Arla woke up again. She was in a whole new place that was as alien and mysterious to her as the red sea and the dead ship had been. The land was all reddish rock.

She felt floaty. She looked down at herself and saw only iridescent blue mist. Like the creatures that brought her here.

There was a pull in her mind. She turned her head and began to walk. Or at least to drift. As she went the reddish rock grew redder still. Streams of blood traced her path, growing wider and more numerous as she approached the source of the pull.

A great crater in the rock, the sides casting deep shadows, the whole thing glistening with dark blood. She drifted to the very edge, beside the largest of the red rivers. She knelt beside the stream and considered her own glowing hands.

‘You will make the bleeding cease…’

Arla did not want to be here. She did not want to help the mist creatures that took her here. But Arla was a good and kind child, and she was very good at helping those in need. And so, she put her hands into the blood and thought very hard.

Not about going home.

Not about how she was scared.

Only a little about how she missed her dog.

She thought about making it better.

The river began to glow around her hand. It spread quickly through the stream and into the crater and soon it was a blinding well of misty light. Before her eyes the very rocks that surrounded her lost their red color and lightened to clean grey.

And Arla found she could not move her hands.

‘you will make everything well again….’

Forever.

Arla never returned to Earth. Her stepmother never got to know what it was she had failed to protect her child from. Her dog never again licked her face and lounged with her while reading. Instead, they simply watched the white moon and knew it was Arla who kept the blood from flowing and held the mist spirits away from the shores.

Except for the couple times a year when under a red moon she returns to Earth. She comes down from the moon to find another to take her place. She searches for inquisitive souls that might stray too close to the sea when the mists and the blood are abound.

Sometimes she wanders in a shape like the one she wore in life. Sometimes she is simply the mist on the sea. Other times she appears in people heads. She slips into the minds of curious little girls and draws them to her…

And they are never seen again.”

Crosshair stifled the light, and Omega gave a little yelp as the room became lit only by the red moonlight filtering through the porthole.

“Is it true Crosshair?” Omega whispered, “is Arla really out there somewhere tonight?”

Crosshair chuckled darkly. “Oh yes. And you are certainly a perfect target.”

Wrecker gasped loudly and folded Omega into a crushing embrace, as if to stop her from dissipating into nothingness and leaving them. “No! She can’t take ‘Mega from us!”

Tech rolled his eyes and sighed, “it’s just a story Wrecker.”

“Or is it…” Crosshair whispered with a wicked grin. He got a pillow to the face, courtesy of Hunter.

“Yes, it is.” Their captain grumbled. “Now everybody shut up and go to sleep.”

“But Huntah… I’m scared…” Omega said in a very small voice.

“Fine. Omega, you can stay with me. Crosshair, we will be having WORDS about this.”

Tech and Wrecker both attempted to add their own two cents, but they were swiftly cut off but more flying pillows- Hunter tended to keep a lot of them around for just this purpose.

Eventually, sleepy silence descended. Omega cuddled close to Hunter’s chest; the others all burrowed into their respective refuges. The last sound that was heard was a muttered growl from the lump of blankets that presumably contained the ship’s captain. “Honestly, why can’t you all be more like Echo? He fell asleep ages ago.”

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I haven't edited this or anything. But Halloween, y'know?

I haven't written pirate AU Omega's introduction yet, but here she is.

[wrenwinchester]

Thinking about the year between season 7 and 8, and the line “I fixed up the impala and just drove.” (Then he hit a dog but I’m not talking about that.)

The impala has been through a crap ton, and she was sitting in a storage locker for most of the year, then they send her through a sign and she definitely has damage on her undercarriage from how she landed. It’s not going to be an easy fix, and getting parts is probably going to be difficult actually scratch that, Bobby’s house may have burned down, but the salvage yard is still there and was left to the boys 100% so maybe not so difficult. But Sam would still have to get the car to Bobby’s old place, maybe he even stayed with Jody for a little bit, while working on the car.

Sam isn’t the most experienced with taking care of Baby. That’s Dean’s job, sure he showed Sam how to do touch ups and tune ups, but most of it, Sam wouldn’t know how to do, but there was no way he was going to let anyone else work on his brother’s baby. That’s not a choice, so he spent a couple months, maybe more, pulling pieces out, putting them back in, trying to match parts from other vehicles and finding ones that worked because it was all he had left of Dean, and it needed to be perfect.

Finally, after like 5-6 months, it’s done, she runs and drives, and she sounds as close as Sam remembered to what she was after Dean would modify, or fix something. (It really wasn’t all that close, but she runs and drives,) then, he spends another month driving around, he drives to Vegas for their annual Vegas week, checking every towns first motel in the yellow pages, just in case, along the way. He doesn’t stay in Vegas long, just long enough to play a round of Dean’s favorite game.

Finally, he ends up in Texas, and somehow, thinking about everyone he’s lost, he hits a dog. Up until this point, he’s been checking motels to see if anyone had checked in under the name Jim Rockford. This time, he checked in under the name. Dean could find him.

Sam did what he could. He even took on a few cases before Vegas, but it felt wrong without his brother by his side. (Of course it did, it always did.)

The dog didn’t do much damage to Baby, and the little it did, Sam had fixed within a week. (He’s grown to know Baby quite well, and understands what every noise she makes means. (Sometimes she whines as he starts her, and he just sighs and says, “I miss him too.”))now we’re at month 8, he’s been staying at this motel for a few weeks, working on maintaining the building so it’s safe, and that’s when he runs into Amelia once more after the dog barges in to her room. And they end up talking about loss and loneliness. And Sam feels seen for the first time since Dean died, (he’s still not sure he believes Dean is dead, but also he exploded right in front of him. It’s the easiest way to rationalize everything and stop him from starting another apocalypse to bring his brother back. Because believe me he considered it.) and he feels accepted and she doesn’t push about his past.

They buy a house 9 months after Dean’s death. Sam just wants to call his brother and tell him, but he wouldn’t get the message.

He meets her Dad month 10, and life is moving on. He has a job, and maybe he could have the normal life he always wanted. The one Dean wanted too. Maybe he could go back to college, and he starts looking into things.

Month 11 is when Amelia’s husband is back from the dead, he wasn’t ever actually dead, but it doesn’t matter to Sam. He’s been in her position before. A loved one coming back from the assumed grave is a big deal, not as big as a loved in coming back from an actual grave that you put them in yourself, but it’s enough.

Everything comes crashing back to reality. He starts looking for Dean again, but more so just looking for signs of him from his home with Amelia. Amelia who now has to decide between her husband, and the broken man she grew to love.

Then, a full year has gone by since Dean’s death. Three hundred sixty-six days (it was a leap year) without his older brother. Not really knowing what happened, not really sure he wants to find out, so he doesn’t ask questions, he doesn’t push, he doesn’t even ask about Kevin and tries not to think about him, even though he has nightmares about Kevin being stuck with Crowley, he can’t handle even the idea of anymore pain.

But then, he gets a call from Dean.

There’s not a doubt in his mind that it’s his brother, though maybe he should, and he leaves in the middle of the night. Yes he loved Amelia, but Dean is his brother, and nothing is more important than his brother. He leaves without a second thought, if his brother was alive, life wasn’t so topsy-turvy.

Dean wasn’t supposed to be the one that died first. He gave his life for Sam. Sam should have died in that abandoned town all those years ago, but Dean traded places. (Sam should probably consider the fact that Dean was supposed to die instead of their dad all those years ago, but he doesn’t. Dean wasn’t dead then, he was just mostly dead.)

Sam would be the one that died for real first. He had to be.

His relief upon seeing his brother’s face for the first time in a year could have collapsed him on the spot, he was truly alive, then guilt came crashing over him.

[xoxo-mei]

Missing Them - A Druig x Reader Oneshot

The Eternals have been my family for centuries. And I couldn't wish for a better one. Ajak was like a mom to me, Ikaris kept me strong, Sersi held my hand whenever I needed just someone by my side. But the one I loved most of all was Druig.

He was my beating heart. He was the life coursing through my veins. Without him, I was nothing.

So, when he decided to leave and live somewhere with a group he mind-controlled, I didn't tell him that it was a bad idea like the rest. No. I went along and joined him at his side.

What can I say, love makes you blind.

But as time flew by, the sensations of grief only grew stronger. I missed the rest of my family. I missed Ikaris's jokes to cheer me up, or Sersi's attempts at lame distraction, or Sprite teaching me new things every single day.

I didn't have that anymore.

I was sitting at the side of the lake, my bare feet flying back and forth in the water calmly.

My thoughts were consuming me whole. So much that I didn't even hear the footsteps approaching me.

The person sat down next to me and just by scent alone, I didn't even have to turn around to know it was Druig.

''What is going on in that head of yours?'' He questioned softly, making sure that the sound wasn't too big a contrast to the silence I was in, ''You have been stuck in your mind for months now. You know you can tell me anything, right?''

''I don't think you would understand this matter.'' I admitted gently.

I knew Druig was my listening ear, but I also knew that he would think it strange how bothered I was by such a trivial matter (in his eyes).

I turned to him and finally admitted the truth.

It was something I wanted to say for a long time now, and I think, it's time to let it fly between us freely.

''I miss them.''

''Who? You have your family here.'' Druig retorted matter-of-factly.

Sighing, I shook my head and turned back to the water, ''We both know it isn't my family.''

Druig stayed silent before speaking up once again, ''But I am your family.''

I thought for a second.

I never saw him as family. I never saw him as a sibling like Ikaris and Sersi, I saw him as someone I wanted to create a family with. But not the way he thinks.

I want kids with him. A home with a tiny garden for our own fruits. A cute dog to keep the little ones busy. Oh, and a terrace. One with fairylights strung all around it, making it light up in the dark.

I bit back the reply that I was longing to say. He wasn't ready to hear my feelings, not whilst Makkari is still on his mind.

''Yeah,'' I could taste the lie, ''you are.''

''What aren't you telling me?''

''Druig,'' I turned to him, but didn't dare to look him in the eyes at first, ''what would you say if I told you that I didn't look at you the same way as I do at Sersi, or Sprite, or Kingo?''

I could see the sadness in his eyes.

Shit, he wasn't understanding the clues I was trying to give.

''Do you-'' he took a deep breath, trying to hide the hurt behind a façade, ''Do you not care for me?''

''I do care for you. But not the way you think I do.''

It was silent for a minute. I watched him intently and saw the oblivion turn into realization. His mouth parted and he stared back at me with slightly widened eyes.

I waved it off, ''Don't worry about it, I know my place.''

The water was starting to reflect the sunset at the other end. Streaks of orange and yellow moved gently and collided to form this beautiful picturesque display before us.

All the thoughts once in my head found there way outside.

''I didn't hesitate to come with you, considering I have stronger feelings for you as I do for any of them. But, lately, the memories are surfacing. And,'' I took in the fresh air and let the previous words linger for a second longer, ''I just started to miss them.''

''So, what? Do you think it a mistake to come with me?''

His words stung. They left a blow to my heart and I flung my head to him instantly. I frowned, hurt in my eyes. ''I said I miss them. Not that I regret my decisions. But, Druig, they are family. I was going to miss them eventually.''

His eyes held mine in an intense gaze and he looked at his feet in the water, ''I guess it was bound to happen.''

The silence returned. We stayed there staring at the water. But then I felt this strange sensation in my head.

As if someone was trying to rip the memories out of my head.

I groaned when I realized what was happening.

''Druig.''

''What?''

He spoke so innocently, as if he wasn't doing anything. But there's no one else around us who could do this.

I took a deep breath and turned to him, just in time to see the yellow glow return to his normal eye color.

''Can you not?''

''I don't know what you're talking about.''

A chuckle escaped my lips, ''You can't just enter my head without warning, or permission, for that fact.''

Druig's head turned to me and there was this sheepish glint in his eyes, ''Honestly-''

''Druig, I saw your eyes.''

He sighed.

Guess he finally knew that he wasn't going to lie his way out of this one. His eyes met mine and I saw what he was really feeling. Frustration. Worry. Sadness.

It was all right there, swarming in his eyes before me.

All the time spent together really made him an open book before me.

''Why?''

''I don't like seeing you hurt, Y/N,'' his words were like a soft and gentle touch to my heart, ''somehow I was hoping that I could get your mind off of it for a minute. I would even settle for a second.''

My hand reached out for his and he wrapped his fingers around me immediately.

A smile came onto my face.

I squeezed his hand in reassurance, ''It's sweet, Druig, but this isn't the way it's meant to be. Sometimes, how painful or difficult it might be, we have to stick to the emotions were feeling. It's a part of life.''

''You're getting way too used to Earth,'' Druig joked, managing a laugh out of me, which made him smile, ''really. You're turning human.''

''And surprisingly,'' I met his gaze, ''I don't mind it one bit. It's difficult sometimes, but they have their appeal, I suppose.''

''Arishem won't be happy with this.''

The mention of the man whose rules we were following soured the whole mood.

And I wasn't the only one feeling that way. One look at Druig and I knew he shared the same sentiment as mine. I would always have someone at my side.

''I don't care about Arishem.''

''Me neither,'' he spoke back, a grin on his face, ''now, why don't we do something fun. Tomorrow, we can return to this spot and we can figure out how to make the suffering less.''

I nodded, a soft smile playing on my lips.

He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my forehead, pulling me into his side, ''And we have to talk about that confession of yours sooner or later.''

I suppose we did.

We stayed there for a few minutes. When we were satisfied with the sunset, we got back up and played some games with the kids at our camp.

It distracted me. But I knew the next day we would have to talk about everything.

For the ones who really needed to know what happened, here it goes:

Druig and I had a long talk. He said he needed time with the whole thing, but afterwards, he finally returned his feelings.

We saved the world from distruction with help from our family, and Druig and I went our merry way together.

We had the dream life. A house surrounded in nature. A few loving kids, a terrace with fairylights, a mini garden that we tended to as a family, and a handful of adorable pets.

It was the dream I was wishing for since I realized I loved Druig.

We stayed together for eternity, even got married, and I couldn't be happier.

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[watchyourdigits]

47-50 for the OTP ask game. also <3 <3 <3

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Sorry it took so long to respond, been stuck in the trenches lol

Answering for both Frankie/Danse AND Evelyn/MacCready bc this set of questions inspired me for them both. I hope you don't mind! Also I got carried away again with these mb mb

47.  Are they extroverts/introverts?

Eve/Mac

Evelyn would probably be considered the extrovert of the two of them, though only barely. Eve is not afraid of confrontation or any other social consequences, where MacCready much prefers to keep his head down & skip out of fights where he can. I feel like their choice in weapons does a decent job reflecting this notion (sniper rifle vs melee combat). Both of their social batteries are artificially fueled by alcohol (chems too, in Eve's case). So both are introverted-ish, but Eve is more bold and brash?

Frankie/Danse

Frankie is easily the extrovert and generally a very charismatic (and genuine!) fella. Where Danse doesn't understand social cues well, Frankie willingly chooses to ignore them. He's good with talking and can drag most anyone out of their shell or talk them down. Whatever the situation calls for, he's a charmer for sure. Danse doesn't understand small talk and finds having to engage in it to be exhausting.

48.  Who would bring home a homeless animal?

Eve/Mac

I haven't thought about this before! I think MacCready is mostly wary of animals, given he spent so much time in a cave growing up. Most fauna that aren't small (aka normal sized) rodents make him nervous. Eve might bring home a stray dog or two, so long as they looked tough and mean enough to be trained up into guard dogs.

Frankie/Danse

Frankie. No contest. He grew up on a farm and has a soft spot for all creatures, big and small. Except deathclaws. Heh. Anything that's got four legs and fur is fair game, though. Danse hates this (they have enough mouths to feed as is), but he secretly likes the cats that find their way into Sanctuary a lot and frequently can be found with at least one of them (usually Aurora, the lil orange runt).

49.  Do they match outfits for special occasions?

Mac and Eve most assuredly don't do this, but Frankie and Danse? Hell yeah!! It's a military thing - a way to distinguish themselves from others, as if their outfits were uniforms. They both take comfort in the familiar, and the idea of uniforms is a small piece of their past lives that they've carried over. Oh man, now I really want to write a one-shot on how the outfit matching habit started 😭😭

50.  Who would protect who in a dangerous situation?

Eve/Mac

Evelyn would be the one protecting MacCready ~7 times out of 10, especially in close quarters, where he's more easily visible to enemies since Eve relies entirely on stealth. Also, she would bring the world to its knees if anything were to happen to him, but he's prone to ending up a damsel in distress when she's around. She's starting to think he does it on purpose.

Frankie/Danse

Danse often does a lot more protecting of Frankie than the other way around. Frankie can be a little reckless (something about surviving like three wars and a deathclaw might have given him an invincibility complex) in the field and has gotten himself into some close scrapes - especially since he refuses to use anything other than his shotgun and isn't exactly the best when it comes to stealth. Danse often has to lecture him after the fact, usually while patching him up.

[alexthebordercollie]

The other half of this story from Fidds POV. Trigger warning for homophobic violence though it isn't real.

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Alone. Fiddleford felt so alone. His wife was leaving him. His family would never want him back. She told all of them, out of everything that probably hurt the most. Fiddleford knew Emma-May deserved better. He knew he’d neglected her. He knew he had wandering eyes. She had every right to leave him, he deserved it, but after everything… They grew up together. They were friends for years. They raised a child together. He tried. He tried so hard for so long to love her the way he was supposed to. He did love her. He may never have been in love with her, but he did love her. He wouldn’t have married her if he didn’t. Emma had been a friend, a partner, a confidant, and she just ruined his life. 

Emma-May told everyone they knew that Fiddleford was a cheater and worse than that, a homosexual.

Fiddleford kept it to himself all his life. He’d been in denial about his attraction to men all through high school. However, college made it impossible to pretend that side of him wasn’t there. Despite this, he kept it bottled up. Relegated to silly fantasies he never dared voice. He was so convinced he could shake these feelings when he married Em. Their parents had been pushing the two of them together since they were little. He always knew his future with her. He didn't think twice before he built a life with her. She was funny and warm and sharp as a tack. Perfect, everything he could have wanted in a woman…

But she wasn’t him.

“I don’t understand. I know you haven’t been home in a while but she knew this project was going to be involved. It’s not like you weren’t upfront with her about the timeframe.” Ford blustered uselessly from across the table.

Fiddleford sat with his face in his hands. His eyes burned from tears. His throat hurt from shouting over the phone. He’d never fought with Emma like that before. He didn’t know he had it in him to be so angry. He didn’t know anything could hurt this much.

“It’s not about the project Stanford.” Fiddleford groaned. Exhaustion weighing down on him like ten tons of titanium. He took off his glass to rub the burn from his eyes. “She’s convinced I been cheatin’ on her.” He confessed bitterly.

Ford let out a disbelieving bark of a laugh. “What? You’re kidding me?” 

Fiddleford looked up at Stanford dryly.

Ford looked as strong and sure-footed as ever. Usually, he was skittish when he saw someone cry. Out of his depth and all. Now he looked arrogant and cocky. Like he’d just figured something out. Fiddleford didn’t have the energy to piece together what had him so confident. 

“I don’t wanna be a nag Stanford but it’s usually considered a bit un-proper ta be smilin’ like that while someone’s life is fallin’ apart.” Fiddleford snarked dryly.

Ford’s oblivious smile vanished instantly as his eyes snapped back to Fiddleford. Suddenly made aware of how inappropriate his emotions were for the situation. “Oh, no, no Fidds you don’t understand.” He corrected himself, only for that smile to creep back onto his face as he leaned forward over the table. “Fidds relax, this is all just one big misunderstanding alright?” Stanford placed a hand on Fiddlford’s shoulder and tried to reassure him. “I know you’re not a cheater Fidds. You’ve been with me this whole time. Just let me talk to Emma, I’ll clear things up with her.” He insisted.

Fiddleford stared blankly into Stanford’s eyes. Big brown puppy dog eyes. Soft and sweet and utterly stupid. For as much of a genius as he was Ford had to be the densest man on the planet.

Fiddlford tried to fight back a fresh wave of frustrated tears only to burst into a fit of manic laughter. Jerking back in his seat and cackling to himself as he slapped his twitching knee. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t help himself. It hurt too much to stop.

Ford shifted back in his seat and chuckled awkwardly. Rubbing at the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, I guess it is kind of funny. All this over something so silly-”

“Oh, sweet summer child.” Fiddleford breathed. Dragging his hands down his face to wipe away the tears. Desperately trying to calm himself. “Ya don’t get it do ya?”

Ford looked confused. Furrowing his brow. He looked worried. Deeply troubled. “I… Fiddleford you’re not making any sense.”

“She already told everybody!” Fiddleford snapped in frustration. Slamming a fist down on the table and waving his hand frantically. “Ma, Pa, all my siblins aunts, uncle, cousins, ever’body!” His voice cracked. His southern twang bleeding out all the stronger when he couldn’t be bothered to care. “She told her family, mah family. No one’s gonna want me back after this! Nobody!” 

“Told them what?” Ford looked hurt as the words left his lips.

“I’m gay Stanford!” Fiddleford blurted out.

A tense silence fell over the room. Fiddleford’s chest heaved. He was shaking from adrenaline. He’d never said it out loud before. Yet there it was, out in the open now. No hiding it. Fiddleford’s hands fell to the table. He stared down at his glasses perched between his fingers. Fiddling with the frames. His knee bouncing anxiously under the table. He didn’t know what he was going to do now. The long pause scared him but he didn’t dare look back up at Ford’s face. He couldn’t bring himself to look. To afraid of what he’d see. 

“Is… is that why you came here?” Ford’s voice was stiff. Confused… hurt.

Fiddleford finally looked up. Placing his glasses back on his face to get a better look at his friend. “What? No, no, it ain’t like that-”

Ford wasn’t looking at him. His brow furrowed, he gripped the table, his eyes darting about its surface. Like he was combing through his thoughts. “You never cared about the project.” He stated firmly. As though it were a fact he’d already decided on. He wasn’t wrong per say. Fiddlford did find the prospect of what they were building fascinating but he’d be lying if he said that was why he came here. Truthfully he missed Ford and simply jumped at the chance to reconnect. 

“Was all this just a ploy to try to sleep with me?!” Ford barked. He was looking at Fiddlford now. Those soft puppy-dog eyes were gone. His eyes were colder than Fiddleford ever knew they could be. Harsh and shaded by a rigid brow as he stood up. His large frame cast out the light as he loomed overhead.

“No!” Fiddleford protested. Stumbling back out of his chair. The flimsy metal thing clattered to the floor and snapped shut on Fiddleford’s foot in the process. He yelped and rushed to yank his foot from the frame. “I never meant to- I wasn’t, I just want to help ya, like old times ya know?” He rambled anxiously. “I wasn’t-”

Fiddleford freed his foot and looked back up just in time to catch a blur of knuckles headed straight for his face. He didn’t have time to react. The crack to his face echoed through the small space like a gunshot. His head spun as he tumbled backward. Knocked clean on his ass. Fiddleford held his eye. His glasses disheveled and bent. He could feel the split skin on his cheekbone. Stanford could hit like a truck. Fiddleford knew that. He already knew this man could fight. He never thought he’d ever be on the receiving end of that killer right hook.

Fiddleford’s breath caught in his chest. His eyes watered as he looked up at his best friend. He thought he’d already been bled dry. That he didn’t have any tears left to shed. It turned out he was wrong. His vision was blurred from panic as he tried to focus his eyes on the man towering over him. He scrambled away along the floor till his back hit the kitchen cabinets. 

“You’re sick!” Stanford roared. “What kind of degenerate do you take me for?!”

The man’s words cut like a knife. Fiddleford struggled to breathe through his sobs. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t going to- you were never supposed to know. I-I just wanted to be near-” He choked. “Stanford I lo- I… I-” He tried to say it but the words couldn’t escape him. Not now.

As the image in front of him came into focus Fiddleford realized one very important thing. He loved Stanford. Loved … The wall of rage and muscle glaring down at him was no friend, no lover. Fiddleford was face-to-face with a monster.

Fiddleford once knew a boy in school the whole town thought was queer. He never knew for sure if he really was. He still remembered in vivid detail the day he made the mistake of being just a bit too nice to a boy in their class freshman year of high school. The other boys all ganged up on him. He ended up in the hospital. 

Stanford snatched Fiddlford up by his collar and slammed him against the refrigerator. Fiddlfeford had an inch on his former friend but not even half the strength. He kicked and squirmed like a rat in a trap as his feet were lifted clean off the floor. He looked into Ford’s eyes and it became painfully clear to him. 

Stanford was no boy, this was no schoolyard, and Fiddleford wasn’t making it to the hospital. 

Fiddleford woke with a violent start. Screaming. Chest heaving. Gasping for air as he jerked awake. Strong arms caught him and pulled him back. Familiar hands.

“No, No, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Fiddleford blurted in a panic.

“Woah, head, easy, easy Fidds it’s me!” A gruff voice reassured. 

Fiddleford couldn’t stop shaking. His eyes screwed shut. Still unwilling to open them even as it slowly dawned on him he’d been dreaming. Still scared he might not have been. A warm hand found his cheek and stroked him gently with its thumb. 

“Easy Fidds, it was just a bad dream.” Ford soothed.

Fiddleford sucked in a breath before slowly opening his eyes. Stanford was staring up at him with those warm puppy dog eyes again. Soft and round and full of worry. 

“Are you alright?” He asked sweetly.

Fiddleford reached up a hand to wipe the tears from his face only to realize it was in a cast. “I… uhm… I’m fine…” He lied between gasping breaths. Griping his cast in his good hand. Trying desperately to stop the shaking. Ford’s hands settled on Fiddleford's shoulders. Doing their best to keep him steady. Fiddleford paused and felt the heat rise to his face as he registered he was sitting on top of Ford. He looked back down at his friend. Stripped down to his sweaty black undershirt. “Uh…”

“Oh…” Ford pulled his hands back and scratched his jaw sheepishly. “I’m sorry. You were really out of it when brought you in. I was going to put you to bed once I was done patching you up but I had to calm you down and I guess I fell asleep too.” He apologized. 

“It’s fine.” Fiddleford sighed. The fatigue overwhelming his fear. He was safe now. For now anyway.

“Oh!” Ford twisted around to grab something off the end table. A glass and something small wedged between his fingers that rested among a pile of bloody vile-smelling cotton swabs and a scattered dissected medical kit. Ford offered Fiddlford the glass and held out a hand with a couple of pills. “Asprin?” He offered.

“Mh-hm…” Fiddleford grumbled groggily as he took the pills from his friend. He popped them into his mouth and swigged them down with the glass. Chugging down the whole thing in one go before gasping and reaching over Ford to slam it back down on the end table. He flopped limply onto Ford’s chest. He knew he probably shouldn’t enjoy this closeness as much as he did but he couldn’t help it. Ford was warm and soft and comfortable. Better than any mattress Fiddleford ever owned. His eyes fell shut again as his heart finally began to slow. He could feel the adrenaline burns in his veins. Everything hurt.

“Sorry for starttlin’ ya.” He apologized. Knowing how distressing the screams must have been out of context.

“It’s alright.” Ford reassured him. His strong arm wrapped around Fiddleford’s waist and rested across his back.

Fiddleford hummed contentedly. He adored being held like this. Listening to the rise and fall of Ford’s chest. Breathing in the scent of him. The smell of coffee and sweat and pine musk. Little moments of intimacy like this weren’t uncommon back in college. Something Fiddleford thought he'd outgrown. Something he should have outgrown. But after everything that happened he was determined to savor this while it lasted. Maybe that was selfish of him. He didn’t care. This was his best friend, not the monster from his dreams. He really needed to be reminded of that right now.

“This is my fault.” Ford lamented. His other arm joining the first. Wrapping tighter around Fiddleford. Squeezing him softly to his chest. Muscles flexing as he did so. “I didn’t know the drive would go off like that.”

Fiddleford opened one eye to look up at Stanford. His vision slightly fussy without his glasses. “Ya never listen do ya?” Fiddleford chuckled morbidly. As he focused his vision he began to register bloody smears and bruises on Ford’s face. “You’re hurt?” He remarked. He tried to remember what happened. Everything after the Gremloblin grabbed him was a blur.

“It’s nothing.” Ford insisted as he fixed his glasses. “Just a few scrapes. I’ll be fine. I’m just glad my quick thinking was enough to get you out of that monster's claws. I’ve heard stories about them you know?” His eyes began to light up, somewhat inappropriately, as he discussed the beast that nearly killed Fiddleford. “Legend has it if you look in a gremloblin’s eyes it shows you your worst fears.” He explained. 

“What did you see?”

The question was curious and genuine. Ford looked so innocent as he asked Fiddleford for his deepest, darkest, horrors as if he were one of his anomalies. Another research subject.

“I uh… I’d rather not talk about it.” Fiddleford confessed.

Ford’s eyes widened slightly as he seemed to realize what he was asking. “Oh, uh, right. Sorry. I guess that’s kind of a personal question.” He flushed and drummed his fingers on Fiddleford’s back. “I didn’t mean to...” Ford lit back up again as he thought of something else and reached around for the jacket he’d left discarded in a pile of clothes on the floor. He leaned over the edge of the futon holding Fiddleford in one arm while he fished his journal out of his pocket with the other. “Do you want to see the drawing I made of the gremloblin?” He offered excitedly. “You know, before it woke up. I’d nearly finished it. I think it came out great all things considered.” 

Fiddleford was gobsmacked. The audacity of this man. This brilliant, stupid, stupid man. He raised an eyebrow as Ford looked back at him. Staring at him in silent disbelief while he waited for Ford to catch up.

Ford blinked innocently at Fiddleford for a few seconds with the journal in hand before he spoke. “Was that an inappropriate offer?” He asked. “Bad time?”

Fiddleford sighed and collapsed back onto Ford’s chest. “Go ahead and show me.” He surrendered with a wry smile on his face. In pain and exhausted but reassured that the nightmares were just nightmares. That Ford was still Ford. Besides, he always loved his friend's drawings anyway. He loved his friend.

Even if he’d never love him back.

I'm Here

“I've got you buddy.” Ford reassured. Huffing softly as he shifted Fiddleford's weight onto one arm. “You're gonna be fine.” Fidds was in no condition to walk. Ford had carried him all the way back to the cabin. 

Fiddleford yelped and whimpered fearfully when he felt Ford's other hand leave his body. Tightening his death grip around Ford's neck. “It's alright. I'm not going to drop you.” Ford reassured. He hoisted Fidds up a bit over his shoulder and did his best to unlock the door as quickly as he could. Pushing it open with his boot once he heard the click of the knob. He brought his hand to Fidd's back. Keys still hooked in his fingers as he rubbed little circles into Fidd's shirt.

“I've got you.” He breathed.

Fiddleford hugged Ford like his life depended on it. Shivering violently in his arms. His clothes torn, battered, bruised, filled with quills Ford desperately needed to remove. All of that paled in concern compared to the horrified thousand-yard stare Ford had been greeted with once the dust had settled. Fidds eyes were closed now. That seemed like an improvement. Maybe. At least Ford hoped it was.

He shuffled inside with the temporal displacement hyperdrive they needed slung over his other shoulder. The blasted thing better work. Its sudden alarm nearly got them killed. Not to mention all the supplies they lost. Left behind in the woods while Ford wrestled his friend back from that cursed beast. Oh well, what's done was done. They both made it home in one piece they got what they needed out of their expedition. A sloppy victory but a victory nonetheless. 

Ford carried Fidds upstairs to his room where he had the supplies he needed to a magic cure that should hopefully work for the gremloblin venom. At least he hope so. He knew less about this creature than he’d like and didn’t yet know the full effects of its toxins.

He gingerly draped Fiddlford across the couch Ford called his bed. “Fidds, I need you to let go.” He pleaded gently as Fiddleford clawed at his shoulders. Refusing to let go of his coat.

“No, no, no, no, no-” Fiddleford kept mumbling incoherently. He opened his eyes again. Looking up at Ford with a manic pain and desperation that felt like a dagger to the heart. His eyes still glowing faintly.

“Fiddleford, please.” Ford reiterated gently. Placing a hand over one of Fidds. “I need to go get the first aid kit.” And set the drive down, and close the door.

Fiddleford was still shaking. His chest heaved as he started back at Ford. His intense gaze seemed to scan Ford's eyes for something before he finally relented. Loosening his grip on Ford's coat enough for him to escape.

Ford wasn't sure what Fiddleford was looking for but he was glad he could provide it. Whatever it was. “I'll be right back.” He promised.

He slipped the hyperdrive off his shoulder and let it thunk heavily onto the floor. Flexing his aching shoulder once the weight was off him. He’d had to swipe a bit of rope from the barn they had crashed into so he could strap the piece of machinery to himself for the walk back. All in all, he wasn’t carrying much more weight than the travel supplies they had left with but the load hit differently after the day he’d had.

“Stay right there. I’ll only be gone a second.” Ford stressed before rushing out.

Fiddleford didn’t look keen on moving anytime soon. Curling up and facing away from him. Burring his face in the back of the futon and muttering incoherently to himself. That was probably not a good sign. None of this was good.

Ford rushed downstairs to slam the door shut and lock it before hurrying to the bathroom for first aid supplies. He kept splints and plaster on hand thankfully for breaks. Fiddelford’s arm was in bad shape. It had broken in the fall and the injury had only grown more obvious on the walk home as the bruises set in. Not that it stopped Fiddelford from gripping Ford like a drowning man at sea. The strain probably hadn’t done wonderful things for his injuries.

Ford grabbed what he needed and hurried back upstairs to his room. “Alright, let’s get you fixed up.” He tried to reassure his friend. Ford placed the first aid supplies on the end table by the couch and set to work.

The room was less a bedroom and more a study. Ford didn’t care much. He didn’t mind what he slept on and when he realized he’d invited Fiddleford over and forgotten to secure a proper bed for him he simply gave his old bedroom to Fidds. He barely used it anyway and his study worked just as well. Moreover, his study was filled with all manner of artifacts and samples Ford had collected. Hopefully, something in here could treat any lingering effects of the venom. 

Ford started first with removing the quills. Gently rolling Fiddleford back onto his back as he started pulling the quills out one by one. They had little hooked barbs on the end like a porcupine. Removing them made Fidds wince every time.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Ford kept reiterating everything Fiddleford flinched from his touch. 

Fidds skin was swollen and discolored from the quills. Every one oozed a mix of blood and puss on removal that Ford drained and cleaned with alcohol wipes. He’s scrubbed his hands thoroughly in the sink but still wore gloves just to be safe. The pinky kept threatening to rip on him from having two digits squeezed into it but there wasn’t much that could be done for it. He needed disposable gloves for this. He’d have to work on making his own latex gloves in the future.

Ford breathed a sigh of relief once the final quill was removed. Fidds was still shaking but seemed a little calmer. Still covered welts from the quills. Not to mention the mass of swollen blue and purple that had spread up his right arm from the break. It wasn’t the worst break Ford had ever seen, but still a nasty one. Stanley took the prize for that one. The memory of his brother’s tiba peeking out from the mass of mangled meat that was once his leg would haunt him forever. Pa made sure to take the cost of that hospital visit out of his hide. Ford learned a lot patching up his brother after that. He didn’t need hospitals. He could handle things himself. 

Ford got up to go search through his supplies. Rifling through drawers and cabinets for every healing tonic he knew of. He didn’t have anything that could mend a broken bone sadly but he did have some purifying water from a magical glave he’d found not long after his arrival in Gravity Falls. Unfortunately, the space disintegrated after he left and allegedly would only appear to a chosen few once in a lifetime. He was told this water could cure any poison though Ford had never tested it. He had a limited supply and couldn’t risk wasting it. 

He heard Fiddleford whimper softly behind him and turned back to look at his friend’s pale horrified expression. He had no idea what the grembloblin venom would do to him and the welts were turning a very concerning and sickly green color. If there was ever a time to use his magic cure it was now.

“Here, here, I’m back.” Ford reassured as he returned to the couch. He knelt back down on the floor again and snapped his fingers near Fiddleford’s face to try and get his attention. Trying to get his friend to look at him and show some sign of lucid thought.

Fiddleford choked like he was trying not to cry but didn’t turn his eyes. Only screwed them shut and gripped his chest. He was sweating despite feeling cold to the touch.

“It’s ok. This should help.” Ford assured him anyway. “You’re going to be fine. I’ll get you some painkillers once we’re done.” He promised.

Seeing the extent of the wounds Ford decided the best way to apply the cure was to soak strips of gauze in it and wrap Fiddlefords arms in them. Taking great care to pace out the healing water evenly and trying not to use more than he needed. Even still it took up the whole bottle. Thankfully the green pallor seemed to subside a bit as Ford worked. The swelling reduced. That was good. At least something was going right. Fiddleford’s clammy shivering seemed to improve as well. Thank god.

“Almost done.” Ford still got no clear responses from Fiddleford but he liked to think it helped at least a little. Letting his friend know how much there was left to go. 

He took great care when setting and casting Fidds broken arm. Trying his best not to cause any more pain than necessary. That said Fiddleford still seemed oddly numb to the pain. It was the only reason Ford didn’t give him the medication upfront. Fidds reactions were muted enough as is and he needed to know if he was hurting him. Pain was a useful tool for measuring the damage and identifying any less obvious wounds. Ford felt ashamed he was a little relieved to see Fidds hiss in pain as his bones were set. He didn’t like seeing him hurt but at least it was a natural reaction.  

“There, there we go, we’re done.” Ford held up his empty hands to show Fidds once the cast was set. Fidds still didn’t look at him or give any indication he processed what Ford was saying. Ford desperately wanted some kind of acknowledgment from his best friend. Even if it was just to yell at him for putting Fiddlford in danger in the first place. Literally, anything would be better than this.

Still, he steadied himself and peeled off his rubber gloves. He found his hands smeared with blood. He hadn’t even noticed his own wounds until now. Ford had cut up his hands shoving through thick brambles in pursuit of the gremloblin. More than his hands. His clothes were torn and bloodstained in places. All minor injuries though. He probably has some bruises from the crash but he wasn’t too concerned with them. He was overheated and sweating through his shirt though. He chucked his coat on the side table and peeled off his sweater vest and button down. Fanning himself briefly with his undershirt to try and cool off.

“Ok, aspirin.” Ford was talking to himself at this point. He knew Fidds wasn’t listening. At least talking helped him keep his thoughts clear. Ford got up to head back down to the bathroom for aspirin and a glass of water. Fiddleford might have been a bit numb now but he would be wanting those painkillers later once the shock wore off.

Ford was about to leave when he felt a tug on his pant leg. “NO! PLEASE!” 

Ford’s blood ran cold. He looked back at Fidds in stunned shock.

Fidds eyes were welling up with tears. Gripping Ford’s clothes with his good hand. “Please don’t go.” He begged. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.” There was so much pain and desperation in his voice. Ford had never heard his friend sound so broken.

His heart ached. He pointed timidly towards the door. “Asprin.” He repeatedly meekly. “I’ll be right back.” 

“Please don’t leave me again.” Fiddleford choked. His voice cracking from the strain of some overwhelming fear. Something primal and beyond what Ford had ever seen.

“I-I won’t.” Ford promised. He returned to the couch and knelt down beside it. He took Fidds hands in his and tried to comfort him. “I’m not going anywhere.” He promised. He wasn’t much for comfort. He was never very good at it. Baring Stanley most people didn’t seem to take kindly to anything he had to say when tears were involved. Crying people scared him. Emotions were messy and complicated and he didn’t know what to do with them. Studying psychology could only get him so far.

Fidds was crying now. Some kind of dam had burst and he was properly crying. Gasping wheezing sobs. Dripping with saline and mucus. Redfaced as loud unflattering sounds escaped him.

Ford didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to fix this. Poison he could cure, broken bones he could set. He didn’t know how to mend a broken soul.

“It’s ok.” Ford said it though he wasn’t confident he believed it. He hoped if he said it enough he could convince the both of them it was true. Whatever this emotional outburst was it was a side effect of the gremloblin. It would pass. Fidds just needed time to rest, to recover. He’d be alright. Ford had to keep telling himself that.

Ford lifted Fidd upright on the couch and crawled into the seat beside him. Supporting his friend by his shoulders as the wailing man struggled to hold himself upright.

“I’ve got you.” Ford reassured him. “I’m here.”

Ford stretched out on the narrow futon and pulled Fidds over top of him. Letting him rest on his chest and soak his shirt in his tears. He wrapped his arms around his friend protectively. Holding him close and resting his chin atop Fidds head. “I’m here.” He repeated. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

Ford took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Focusing on his heartbeat and slowing it to a crawl. He held Fidds head, gently pressing his ear to his chest. Hoping the slow thump of his heart and the even rise and fall of his breathing would help soothe Fiddleford. It was a simple animalistic strategy but it was the only thing Ford could think to do. Slowly Fiddleford’s sobs began to wane. The shaking calmed. His tense body grew limp as he was lulled to sleep. 

Ford could feel the fatigue sinking into his bones as Fiddleford relaxed. He felt his own stress unwind. Felt the ache of his bruises and the sting of thorns. The rope burn on his shoulder. The cramping muscle pains of an overtaxed body. With Fiddleford sleeping on top of him it didn’t take long for Ford to follow suit.

[fsrintaro]

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒/𝐎

## ft. suna rintaro, akaashi keiji, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime

## warning(s): atsumu cursing smh, a slight wink of suggestive with akaashi

## a/n. weeee first written, I’m just testing this out because i need to do something to relieve some stress ykyk.

suna rintarō loves your company. there is no burdening pressure on him to continue the conversation or spark up small talk with you as both of you are busy laying on the couch in each other’s arms. suna could hear the music playing softly from your handphone, knowing that you are similarly watching videos. as he slowly became immersed in the mukbang video, he suddenly felt a dull sting on his shoulder. he peered down to see you lightly biting on his shoulder and smiling cheekily.

“nom.”

ah, how could he forget that he is in love with you who acts like a teething child — perpetually hungry and biting people (or just him in particular). your weirdness was what captivated him in the very first place because no little action has ever let him feel laughter bubble in his chest until he met you. things are unexpected with you and he loves that. and of course, he bites you back.

akaashi keiji is often found in his study, busying himself with reports and stories to write. after all, he is passionate about his job. too passionate, however, as he fails to notice you peering through his study from time to time as you on the other hand, busied yourself with ‘occasional’ walks to look at him. you slowly grew impatient as there was not even once where his eyes flickered up to see you. you slowly manoeuvred to stand behind him as your arms slithered to wrap itself around his neck.

burying your face against his neck, you whispered, “keiji, don’t you feel tired?”

“i’m fine, love. don’t worry about me.” he smiled and leaned into your touch while he continued his work. before you could turn away defeated, an idea popped into your head. you slowly laid kisses along his neck until you reached his ear where you softly bit on the soft lobe. akaashi’s ears immediately turned a deep shade of red, “what are you doing?”

you leaned closer to him, close enough that your breath fanned his cheeks that are growing scarlet by the second, “take a break with me.”

how could he refuse you?

miya atsumu loves watching you as you act cute and talk in a little voice, asking him to give in. he would tease you relentlessly by initially refusing, knowing that you would beg him. “honey. bub. my love. ‘tsumu…” you pouted, dragging out his name. you just wanted to stop by the arcade and atsumu considered it before his eyes caught onto at your pleading form. he immediately refused and turned away to hide his smile.

it looks like you were left with no choice. you inhaled deeply, knowing that there is no escape to this exchange. you clasped your hands together as you looked up at him with a pout and the best puppy-dog eyes you could muster. as he broke out in a wide grin, you knew you won but embarrassment soon settled in.

“OW FUCK, what on earth are you doing?” atsumu yelped when you swung your head at his shoulder and bit down. hard.

“i’m embarrassed.”

all miya atsumu could do was chuckle as he pulled you away from his shoulder and into his arms. the two of you then waddled through the door together as he babbled continuously about how you are the cutest person he has ever laid eyes on.

iwaizumi hajime is one built man, that’s for sure. muscles of steel as some would claim. anyone could spend a good hour or two just laying in his arms. lucky for you, you could spend however long you wished for. dialogue from the movie soon became background noise as your focus honed into his arm and you wondered how hard were his muscles and there was really one way for you to test it out (you could have just poked but where is the fun?). you took a big chomp of his arm and immediately felt an ache in your teeth.

damn, what a mighty ass man.

iwaizumi jolted from his seat and whipped his head to give you a look that literally screams ‘what the hell’.

“yup, all steel.” you smiled sheepishly as you gave his arm a weak pat.

maintaining his look of concern, he slowly scooted to the opposite end of the couch and crossed his arms around himself for protection. in fact, the way he looks offended encouraged you to move towards him, teasing him with biting motions and grabby hands.

iwaizumi hajime was a smart man and immediately ran from you. too bad he was not smart enough to predict that you would bite him to test out a theory.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ thank you for reading ~

likes and rbs are always appreciated uwu

[cassifictional]

How about I could send you some random headcanons to help with interactions and writing. What kind of cat breeds would the Arcane ladies have?

That sounds perfect right about now. Thank you for the idea 💕 this really got me thinking. I already know a lot about cats but looking up all the breeds was so fun, I really enjoyed putting this together!

Arcane women and their cats

Characters: Sevika, Grayson, Cassandra, Mel, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx.

Sevika: Norwegian forest cat

Sevika never intended to get a cat. It just sort of happened one day. Status symbols are a thing in the undercity: expensive clothes, jewelry, and fancy animals. Big scary dogs but also cats with luxurious fur. Norwegian forest cats are strong, tough but also extremely fluffy and pettable. And they’re expensive. She probably got the runt of the litter because no one else wanted it. Said she’d take it out to the street because a cat that weak has no chance in this world anyway. She took it home instead. Fed it, kept it warm, cuddled it to death in secret. It grew up to be the biggest, toughest cat you can imagine, but behind closed doors it’s just a huge softie.

Grayson: tortoiseshell

Grayson’s family always had pets when she was growing up. Cats, dogs, rabbits, you name it. So when she moved out, she adopted pets as well. With her work as an enforcer, she would sometimes come across stray pets in need of homes. Sadly, she didn’t have the time or space for all of them, though she would always make sure to get them to a shelter. She’d have one or two cats at a time, maybe a dog too. All of them adopted from the streets. The tortoiseshell reminds her of the family cat she grew up with. It’s a very independent cat, but at the end of a long day it’ll curl up onto her lap and purr for hours.

Cassandra: Siamese

Cassandra is a high class woman who’s used to high class, well, everything. That includes high class pets. Many of her friends have exotic shorthairs or persians, the typical ‘fancy lady’ cats. Cassandra can’t help but think that however sweet they might look, they look like they have been hit in the face with a frying pan. She instead went for a siamese, a very elegant cat with a distinct look. Her friends are all lowkey jealous, because no one had a cat that looked the same as Cassandra’s siamese. Behind closed doors, the cat wasn’t quite as fancy as many people thought. Siamese cats are vocal, very vocal. It follows Cassandra around the house, meowing non-stop. This doesn’t annoy her though, she just talks back to it and their conversions can be heard all around the mansion.

Mel: Javanese

Mel, much like Cassandra, is used to a high class environment and high class pets. She never really considered getting a cat, until she heard someone close to her had a cat with a litter of kittens. Her curiosity got the better of her and she went to visit her friend to see for herself. Big mistake, because a few months later she had one of the cats walking around her home. They had been too cute and she couldn’t resist. She wasn’t really sure what to do, she had never raised a cat before. So before the cat went home with her, she got a few books and studied all she could about cat behavior in her spare time. Unbeknownst to her, the cat turned out to be a javanese, a cat that needs a lot of attention and exercise. At first the cat drove her crazy, but she soon grew to love it once she found a way to manage the crazy, beautiful creature’s energy.

Vi: SIC (standard issue cat)

I recently learned what SIC means and I love what it stands for lmao (technically they’re called domestic shorthairs)

Vi was never in a position to own a cat of a fancy breed. Not unless she had stolen one from Piltover, which even for her was a little too much. She would prefer to adopt a cat from the streets. She wanted a tough cat, one of those big scary looking cats who could beat up any other cat in the neighborhood and probably even a few humans there. Instead, she ended up with the tiniest, scrawniest cat she had ever seen. It had snuck into her room one day looking for food, hissing and swatting at her once she found it. Despite it’s attitude, she took pity on it and decided to keep it. Despite her feeding the cat very well, it never grew much. Despite it’s size, this cat was terrifying when agitated. It could chase even the biggest, burliest humans out of a room with it’s crazy attitude. It was incredibly sweet towards the people it knew though.

Caitlyn: ragdoll

Caitlyn’s family always wanted expensive, fancy cats with luxurious coats. Caitlyn just wanted a companion, a little furry friend. She never cared much for the ‘fancy’ cat aesthetic, but her family wouldn’t allow her to adopt just any common house pet. That’s why she settled for a ragdoll. Big, fluffy and cuddly. The perfect cat to come home to after a long day at work. It would sit in her windowsill, watching over the streets of Piltover, patiently waiting for her to come home. It’s long fluffy fur would get absolutely everywhere, driving her mom and the housekeepers insane. Her mom always keeps a lint roller nearby to make sure Caitlyn doesn’t leave the house covered in fur.

Jinx: sphynx

Jinx is a little odd in all the right ways, just like the sphynx. Don’t ask where she got it. Maybe she found it, maybe she stole a kitten from a litter from Piltover, maybe she begged Silco for one. She raised it from when it was a kitten, so it got attached to her and only her. It tends to get cold down in the streets of the undercity, so she dresses it up in little clothes and scarves and hats. The cat doesn’t care. There’s a little cat bed on her workbench where it sleeps while she works. People have insulted the cat, calling it a gremlin, a raisin, an abomination. Many of those people have subsequently been involved in bomb related incidents.

[cjsinkythoughts]

Not Your Captain

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers!!!!! Lots of Angst in this one, guys, lotta feels, some Fluff to counterbalance it, but mostly Angst, Cursing

A/N: This is Part Two to my previous FATWS writing, His Only Contact. FATWS SERIES STERLIST HERE! This one is from Reader’s perspective and gives you a bit more about Reader’s backstory. There will be multiple parts coming out in the next day or two based just on this new episode because damn. It was loaded!  Due to this and my workload this past week, I haven’t been able to post the first chapter of my College!AU, Erased From the Stars, but I promise it’s coming! This’ll be my main focus for the weekend though! Expect more parts in the next 24 hours! I’ll be making a masterlist for this particular project in that time, too! Taglists are open! Please contact me if you want to be tagged! Thank you and please enjoy, loves! (Not beta’d, so sorry for mistakes!)

AGAIN: SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The moment you saw it on TV, you knew you had to get to Bucky. You weren’t planning on leaving until the next day, but there was no way you weren’t going. So you caught the first plane you could from the base you were staying at.

You’re feelings were all over the place. Steve had been your best friend for more than the past decade. You were the one there when he first woke up. You were the one to help him get situated. You were the one to help him whenever he needed, to go over to his little place in DC when he was having problems, like the time he thought he was having an asthma attack when it was an anxiety attack or when you had to help him find a new phone after he accidentally broke his.

You were that close to falling in love with him. But life went the other way and, in a weird twist of fate, almost as if the universe wanted to spare you of the heartbreak it knew would come if you gave your heart to the dashing captain, you ended up tripping over your own feet for someone else.

Someone you would never tell.

He was the last thing you had left of Steve and you couldn’t ruin that because of your stupid feelings. And you couldn’t ruin the relationship you had now because it was working. He trusted you, more than anyone else. He trusted you because Steve trusted you and you wouldn’t dare break that trust.

You just hoped, with everything going down in relation to the shield - to his legacy - that you’d be able to keep that promise you made to yourself.

You were in front of his door early in the morning - around four - hesitating to knock. It didn’t take long for him to respond the moment your fist did meet the door.

He looked…tired. You wished, oh how you wished, that you could do more. Anything more. He insisted you helped him plenty already; he claimed he never had nightmares when you were by his side. But it wasn’t enough. Not for what he’d been through. You felt as though you were merely putting a bandaid over a bullet wound.

His chocolate locks were short, above his ears. You could remember how hesitant yet eager he was about doing it. It was difficult to not cut his ear off because he kept moving in anticipation. You would know: you cut it. Those blue eyes that made you trip in the first place were outlined by thick lashes, dark ebony bags beneath them, making the azure pop. He was shirtless, as he usually was when sleeping (or at least trying to sleep), his dog tags resting against his sternum. 

You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. His eyes were bloodshot as if he was watching TV for too long and his hair was less messy than it would be if he actually slept.

The moment his eyes found yours, his plump, chapped lips turned up into the grin he reserved for you and he was pulling you in. Your reaction was instantaneous, your arms slipping around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder as he found home in the crook of your neck.

He was touch deprived. You knew this, but you never brought it up. Especially considering you were one of the only people he touched willingly. You didn’t want him thinking he was broken, more so than he thought he was already. And you definitely didn’t want to push him into fixing himself. So you didn’t tell him, even though you were pretty sure he knew, and you just let him take the lead. 

Sometimes it meant he grabbed your hand in large crowds, or tucked you under his arm when he was threatened. Other times it meant laying his head in your lap when he was tired late at night, or a soft hug in greeting.

Hands slowly tracing his spine, fingers dancing up and down his back, you gave a small smile when you felt him practically purring in your embrace. You could never decide if he was more puppy or kitten. You used to make jokes about the three of them, Steve, Bucky, and Sam, being like a puppy, kitten, and bird that you had to reluctantly pet sit for a friend. You would give almost anything to be joking around like that with them when you went to visit Bucky in Wakanda with Steve.

“Buck?”

He hummed. You didn’t want to pull back, you wanted to stay connected with him for as long as possible, but you had to talk. You didn’t want to talk about it, because that would make it more real, but you had to. You had to.

“Have you seen the news recently?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pulling down. “What happened? Is it Wanda?”

You looked down the hall, your lips pressed together tightly, before nodding inside. “We have to talk.”

He nodded, stepping back and pulling you inside. Seeing the makeshift bed on the floor against the far edge of the sofa made you inwardly sigh, but you didn’t say anything about it. Steve was the same way at first.

“Is she okay? Did you find her? Where-”

“It’s not Wanda.” Turning, you faced him, trying to control your own anger at the situation, knowing it wouldn’t help him any. “It’s…it’s about Steve.”

Those spectacularly blue eyes narrowed, bottom lip being sucked in between his teeth. “What about Steve?”

You gestured for him to come closer, holding out your hand in offering. He took it and followed you as you led him to the couch. A cleared throat and a deep breath later found you gently explaining what happened to him. That the government had taken back the shield and had given it to someone else. A ‘hero just for America’. A ‘new Captain America’.

You could see his features harden with every word, his jaw ticking dangerously, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. You squeezed his hand as you finished. “He’s got meetings and stuff with senators and governors. They’re taking him on a tour this week. They-they want me to meet him, considering I’m the last of the original seven. Active on Earth, at least.”

The tears that started forming in his eyes made you swallow your own emotions down thickly. He didn’t need your hatred of this wannabe to fuel his own. He needed your support and comfort. He needed to know you’d be by his side through this.

“Are you?”

You blinked, not expecting his first words to be that question. “Am I what?”

“Going to meet with him?”

“I-I…” You stopped talking, knowing that if you continued you’d end up ranting about how he wasn’t your captain. How he could never be your captain. Debating answers, you decided on a simple, blunt reply. “No.”

“Why…” 

Running your thumb over his knuckles, you leaned over slowly to press a chaste kiss to his bare skin and blood shoulder. “Take your time. Collect your thoughts.”

He responded to your words by taking a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut, his jaw so tight you feared he might chip his teeth. It was a tense minute before he said anything, the room being filled with his harsh breathing. “You said he gave them the shield.”

“What?”

“Yesterday. You told me he gave up the shield. They put it in the Smithsonian. But you just said they took it from him.”

“He did give it to them, but-”

“Why?” His eyes snapped open, his features twisting into ones of frustration and resentment. “Why’d he give it to them?”

You shook your head, knowing Sam didn’t mean for any of that to happen. He had called you a few weeks ago to ask about your opinion on the matter. You told him that Steve trusted him, and you trusted Steve, so if Sam thought that was the right thing to do…you trusted him. “It’s not Sam’s fault. Don’t be mad-”

“Don’t be mad?! Don’t be mad?!” Bucky shot up, ripping his hand away from yours, making you bite your lip and hang your head as he paced in front of you. “Steve gave it to him! And he just gives it away like he’s regifting a shitty frisbee as a Christmas present! And you don’t want me to be mad?! Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?!”

Cringing at the use of your name, which you rarely hear fall from his lips, especially in vexation like just then, you looked up at him, eyes pleading. “Bucky, I get it. I do. I’m mad, too. I’m-I’m furious. But you can’t blame Sam. Please. He just - he’s trying, Buck. Just like me. Just like you. We’re all trying.”

Bucky’s shoulders fell as he stared at you, eyes darting from feature to feature as he studied your face. Before you could say anything else, he was on the floor in front of you, in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed into your stomach.

You could tell he was holding something back - something big - but you wouldn’t push him. You never did. Displaying feelings was always hard for him, even in the early 1900’s; Steve used to tell you stories when you were looking for him after the fiasco in DC. Bucky grew up being the oldest of four and the only boy. On top of that, his best friend was a scrawny, stubborn, punching bag of a boy. According to Stevie, neither of them really learned how to cope or how to deal with feelings. And it showed. Boy, did it show.

Instead of getting on him and asking what was wrong and begging for him to talk to you, your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, as you sat back to make the position more comfortable for him.

“Stay with me. I need you.”

You leaned down to press a soft kiss to his head, nodding into his hair. “I’ll stay. For as long as you need me, Buckaroo.”

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[gingersnapwolves]

well that was fun lmao

overall it actually went better than I would have figured because there was not as much discord between my parents as I would have expected from my dad's emails

my father's main complaints are that my brother's house is too loud and everyone shouts all the time. he got them an actual intercom system so they wouldn't have to shout across the house. they still shout. the dog barks. the new dog now also barks.

his secondary complaint is that my niece is a spoiled, disrespectful little brat. this is 100% true. I mean, I wasn't the most fun to deal with in my tweens either, I'm sure, but like. she is something else, I will tell you. my father gets upset that she acts disrespectful to him and her parents (his son) don't discipline her

the most recent example, which was fresh in his mind: my brother and SIL were throwing a new year's party. SIL had set up some snacks and told the kids not to touch them. nothing was said to my parents. my father decided he wanted a cheez-doodle. when he took one, my niece shouted, "Grandpa, STOP!" which I admit is not the most tactful or kind thing to say to your grandfather, although I also don't think it's the worst story in the world

however, in the words of the internet, the Iranian yogurt is not the problem here

did these problems predate my parents moving in? yes they did. but my parents wanted to spend time with the grandkids 'while they were still young'. perhaps my father thought he would be able to improve her behavior. IDK. I'm not actually a therapist lol.

anyway the long and the short of it is that my father is, unsurprisingly, miserable, but said buying a house would be the worst financial decision he could make right now, which is also 100% true because the housing market is currently hot garbage

I asked my mom what she thought and she went off on a long tangent about how she grew up as a middle child and middle children are used to not getting what they want all the time. I asked her what she DOES want and she said that saying it would make her a bad person. LOL.

considering that I expected her to give rave reviews to living with my brother and his kids, this was about as close to agreement with my father as I think I've seen them come in the last 20 years.

given the current state of the housing market, I told my dad to put all this complicated bullshit aside and boiled it down to: 'you have a roommate problem'. I asked if he had sat down with my brother and SIL to discuss these issues. he had not. I told him to get his ass in gear and do so. his opinion was that this will make absolutely no difference and he's almost certainly right but maybe we can buy some time for the housing bubble to burst.

my absolute favorite part was my mom telling me that my brother and SIL had never intended to stay in that house long-term. they wanted a big house to raise their kids in and then planned to downsize. leaving my parents ... where? she doesn't know, as this is a conversation she overheard them having, and they did not mention this

so apparently it's not that my brother doesn't understand the passage of time, it's that he miscalculated and thought he had more time with free baby-sitters before old age started to set in, and was going to take advantage of that for a decade or so before NOT taking care of them in their old age. I will probably never look at my brother the same way after learning this, and yet for some reason I'm not actually surprised.

so the current game plan at the end is for my father to say to his son, 'hey, maybe stop being such an asshole', which my brother will not do, and hope that houses will become more affordable before there is bloodshed

which as plans go, uh, it could be better, but nobody had a better solution and there's nothing I can do about it, I didn't make this bed and I ain't buying sheets for it lmaooooooo

previously on "Kouri vs. Her Family", I mentioned that my brother is really irritated at my dad because they all live in the same house and my dad chose to live in a place with kids and dogs and then gets upset when they act like kids and dogs.

probably worth mentioning that

my parents have had dogs and my dad LOVES our dog so if he doesn't like Rex it's because Rex is, you know, a monster

my brother's kids are, uh, a lot

they originally were planning to get a place with a separated in-law apartment but couldn't find one

my brother said something along the lines of "when we planned all this, they were younger" like bruh???? what did you expect to happen? you are an adult man, you should be aware of the passage of time

(wasn't that the entire point??? that you'd have them around to help with the kids and then you'd be able to take care of them once they got old????? if that wasn't the point, what was? just being able to afford a bigger, nicer house with my dad's money??????)

anyhoo

my dad emailed me yesterday with a house listing in the city I live in 😂😂😂 (about 45 minutes away from my brother). no preamble, no context. just a Zillow link and the text "I will explain when I can be assured of privacy"

and because I am a good, dutiful daughter I looked at the link and said I would not recommend that particular house because it's right by a very busy intersection and it's not a great neighborhood, but I found a couple others they might like, if this is indeed for them and not for some OTHER person he knows (my dad knows zero people)

to which he said, "Mom thinks I am overreacting. I am still inclined to move." and now we're meeting for lunch this weekend so I can't WAIT to see how this goes and test out my 'marriage counseling for your aging parents who have the communication skills of toddlers and haven't compromised on anything in 50 years' course

stay tuned!

[qillmhi]

So I'm like... Never a fan of the 'Imma kill my bros for u' kind of scenario especially since I very much love all the turtle bros, so here's my version of an obsessive lover 2012 Mikey!

🖤🧡🐢

Dark!2012!Mikey x Reader

-Michelangelo is the youngest out of the four turtle brothers, so he was easily the most childish and energetic one, much to his older brothers' annoyance.

-He was loud yet small. Just a few inches shorter than you. A social butterfly, but can be oblivious to most things.

-Mikey may not be the smartest turtle, but he does have own way of getting what he wants.

-And he has his eyes dead set on you.

-When he first realised his crush on you, he openly welcomed it with zero resistance. It felt great being in love so why should he deny it?

-He loves expressing himself so there was little to no filter when he's showing you his love.

-"(y/n)~!!!!" Mikey threw his arms around you "I missed you so much!!!!!" He cried in excitement rubbing his cheek on yours.

-You laughed at the youngest turtle and placed your hand on his head "Mikey! I just went for a glass of water!"

-"Yeah! But you took sooooo long so I still missed you!"

-He would be all over you. Wherever you go, Mikey is expected to be following close behind.

-Sometimes without your knowledge.

-Whenever his brothers weren't looking, he would slip by to your apartment to watch you sleep.

-But he did it to make sure you're safe! Don't worry!

-He would always be the first one to tackle you as soon as your foot entered the lair. Then proceed to trap you in a cuddling session with him for hours before anyone could get to you.

-"Oof--!"

-"Dibs on (y/n)!!!!"

-"Ow--Mikey!!" You groaned in protest.

-"No time to talk dudette! Look--" He held up a glowing flower watch "--it's hug time!"

-You squinted your eyes at the familiar looking gadget "Did you force Donnie to make you that hug-watch thing from the Trolls movie?"

-"Maybe~!" Mikey avoided your eyes "So hug time...?"

-Physical contact is his love langauge! Mikey's insides would be all mushy and gushy if you respond to them even the slightest bit. And if you return the favor? This little boy will melt into your arms!

-When you do ask him to let you go, he would just simply say "Nope!" popping the 'p' then proceed to tuck himself below your chin.

-"Awwh come on!!"

-Everytime he feels your soft hands scratching his shell, he immediately starts churring in delight. You thought it was cute, so you'd pat him in the head which made him even more happy!

-He can't help it! Mikey is just obsessed with how soft and plush you feel against his skin! He would definitely glue himself on you if you'd allow him to.

-"You are so squishy~!" Mikey mumbled against your shoulder while hugs you from behind for the nth time today.

-You flicked his forehead earning yourself a small 'ow' "And you are a big baby."

-You didn't mind his clinginess thankfully. It was just Mikey being cute as always. For real how can you resist this baby?

-He's loves it when you give your full attention to him. But if you're talking to someone else, he would just simply have an arm over your shoulders. Silently brooding towards the intruder, giving them a silent warning.

-If the boy isn't hugging you or initiating some kind of physical contact with you, he would be content holding the hem of your shirt or any kind of clothing you own (he may or may not have kept a few in his room that he may or may not have been using as a pillowcase to cuddle). Something that became a norm whenever he's at your apartment and you preparing both of your meals.

-Damn he loves your food! It was then only food he worships other than pizza! He especially loves watching you cook. Like an angel preparing to give him heaven.

-Speaking of Heaven.

-This orange fluff have TONS of pictures of you saved in his phone. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping in the lair, this guy is just snapping pictures of you in every possible angle. Sideways? Upside down? Close up? Bird's eye view? They all made you look perfect!

-His wallpaper is a selfie of you and him enjoying your home made chocolate icecream pizza that you made just for him. Aren't you just the sweetest? He considers that as your first date even though you two aren't official.... yet.

-I mean you made that treat just for him so it must mean that you return his feelings right?

-As time went by, his little crush for you grew into something more.

-You were starting to see his brothers and your other friends a little less and him and little more.

-It was just Mikey. Only Mikey.

-Just the way he likes it

-Everyday you'd wake up and find him cuddled up to you. When you ask him what he's doing he would just look up at you with his innocent baby blue eyes and say "But cupcake! I'm cold and you're suuuuper comfy~!" Cue those puppy dog eyes and you're 100% powerless.

-He would bring you all sorts of goodies like food, favourite drinks, movies, videogames--anything he could carry just for you!

You couldn't say that you didn't like the attention. Mikey is just so sweet especially whenever he brings little trinkets saying "They reminded me of you!" With that adorable freckled smile of his! It just makes you blush every time.

His innocent sweet smile just melts through your heart!

His brothers thought it was weird when he's always out and about after training and patrolling. But hey! The lair is a lot more quiet and Donnie doesn't have to worry about his stuff being broken anymore. Besides they knew you, you were a great friend so they trust you.

After a while you started to miss your friends. Having Mikey around was fun but you wanted to see what the other guys are up to these days.

One day you decided to visit everyone in the lair with pizza and had a great time chatting and playing with the turtle brothers. Oddly enough Mikey wasn't there.

But he was. Mikey was there. Hidden in the dark corners of the lair. Not even his brothers noticed him. His smile was gone. His eyes were dark as he kept himself one with the shadows, silent as a ghost.

He didn't like the way you were smiling with other people. Of course he was fine with letting you talk to his brothers sometimes, but still there were some boundaries to be made.

"Mine..." Michelangelo silently growls.

Although he doesn't favor this image of you with other people, he does take pride in the way your eyes would flicker to his bedroom door every now and then. Good. Very good.

Finally it was time for you to go. He immediately left. Time to take action.

When you got home you saw your favorite orange turtle curled up on the floor sobbing. Your heartached at the sight of the big crocodile tears falling from his face.

-You dropped down on your knees and asked him what was wrong.

-"I was waiting for you here all day b-but you didn't come home... you left me.." He cried miserably "I-I understand... if you don't want to h-hang out with me anymore... no one really wants to. I p-promise won't bother you anymore.." Mikey sniffed then left before you can get a word out.

-That was three days ago and you haven't seen Mikey since. He stopped visiting, stopped replying to your calls or texts. He was just gone.

-You realized just how much you loved having the small orange ninja around. Your home became cold and lonely. You started to miss him terribly.

-You went back to the lair, ignoring the others as you went straight for Mikey's room and knocked on his door.

-Mikey opened the door for just a crack. His eyes were red from crying. He looked absolutely miserable, but you pushed the door open and pulled him into a hug.

-You apologized to Mikey. You told him that it wasn't your intention to make him sad or feel neglected. That you loved having him around you.

-Mikey hugged you back of course. He closed his bedroom door to give you both privacy while you continued to hold him tight.

-He nuzzled his snout on your chest and told you he missed you too.

-Your soul ached when his shoulders started to shake. You placed your cheek on his head with your hand on his shell to calm your crying turtle.

-Except he wasn't.

-Mikey's smile was as wide as it could ever be. His eyes held a victorious sinister glow as he felt his entire body shake from excitement when he as in your addicting scent.

-Mikey was a good liar.

-He didn't mean to make you this sad. But he had to in order to make you come to him.

-And believe me when I say those three days of not seeing you was torture to him. Sure he had a folder full of your pictures saved on his phone (and his cuddle pillow) but it just can't compare to the real thing.

-But it was worth it though.

-He already had you right where he wanted you. He just needs to give you a little more push for you to confess your love for him and you two will be happy together forever!

-He knew he couldn't keep you to himself. You would surely retaliate if he forces you.

-But that doesn't mean he can't push you into making you claim him as yours instead.

-Oh how it feels so good to be in your love and care again!

-Mikey started churring as he pulled you even closer.

-Yeah Mikey definitely wasn't the smartest.

-But he's definitely the most cunning.

-And he would do anything to have you.

[seita]

𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 | 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗶 (𝗺.)

˒ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂/𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ˒ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ˖ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 ˒ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟸𝟿𝟷𝟼 ˒ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗄!𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂   ˒ 𝖼𝗐: 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌

+ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍!

˖˖ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈.

⇦ 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

© 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗳𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁.

The bass shook your very core as you swayed to the beat. The drink in your hand was almost empty as you tipped it back for another sip. You glanced to the side to where your boyfriend was chilling, leaning against the wall with a cigarette tucked between his lips. 

Issei Matsukawa had been your boyfriend since your first year of highschool; you’d been together for more than 5 years. He was attractive, a fact you’d known long before anyone else. It wasn’t that he was unattractive in high school, simply awkward and still growing into his own. He had been more lanky standing at 6’2”, fit from playing volleyball but worn down from the stress of school and graduating. 

Currently, he’s grown to 6’3” and filled out much more. Throughout the years, he’d acquired numerous tattoos that now formed full sleeves on both his arms with an incomplete back piece and a couple scattered on his pecs. He’d also gotten a nose and lip piercing to go along with the numerous adorning his ears. He’d developed his own style, typically opting for ripped, well-fitting jeans, dark t-shirts and leather jackets to go with biker boots he seemed to always be wearing no matter how much he complained of how they hurt when he wore them too much. 

You felt lucky to have been by his side through it all, watching him grow into a wonderful man and find himself until he became comfortable in his own skin. 

Unfortunately, the more confident he grew, the more others started to notice him; specifically other women.

And when your boyfriend stood alone in a corner, smoking in a club with his leather jacket tossed casually over his shoulder, exposing those tattoos you’d been by his side while he got inked into his skin, and a well-fitting black t-shirt showing off his frame, greedy eyes always seemed to find him. The more confident of them had no shame in attempting to chat him up despite how disinterested he came off as with the lazy, lidded look of his eyes. 

To showcase his lack of interest, he brought the cigarette to his lips again, the rings on his fingers glittering beneath the club lights. His nails were painted black, a new coat you’d helped him put on before leaving the house that night so that the polish wouldn’t be chipped and ugly. 

Still, the girls who surrounded him persisted. You stopped dancing to watch, a pout forming on your lips as you watched. Jealousy brewed within you. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Issei, no you had complete faith in him, you knew he would choose you over any other woman any day. 

However, you didn’t like that these ladies didn’t know he was spoken for -- that he was your man. 

When one of the girls leaned against the empty spot beside him, her hand on his forearm, you had enough. You downed the rest of your drink and placed it on a nearby table before sauntering over to him. 

The girl's voice carried the closer you got; she complimented everything from his piercings and tats to his hair. 

“How tall are you?” one drunkenly giggled, leaning a bit closer in a way you knew was intending to entice him into looking at her tits.

“6’3”,” Issei replied politely, taking a puff on his cigarette before blowing it out. 

“Wow…” a third whispered, licking her lips, “You’re a big guy, huh?”

Matsukawa huffed through his nose, shaking his head in disbelief. This wasn’t anything unusual, innuendos and flirting; girls always wanted a taste of what he had to offer. The confidence and energy he exuded was clearly one of dominance and power. Though they didn’t know for sure, they could definitely correctly assume he was good in bed. 

Unfortunately for them, you were the only one who would ever get to experience it.

“What’s your name, handsome?” the one leaning beside him asked, fingers inching up the sleeve of his t-shirt. 

His eyes glanced towards her wandering hand, a brow raised before he lightly batted it away, making her giggle as if he were only playing hard to get.

“It’s--”

“Issei,” you cut him off, making his eyes snap to where you were approaching from. 

“Hey, kitten,” he greeted with an easy smile the other girls hadn’t gotten the courtesy to see. 

Three sets of eyes shot to you, frowning at your unwelcome appearance. Naturally, they had hoped he was single and would end up going home with one of them tonight. 

“So your name is Issei?” the confident one leaning against the wall beside him asked, ignoring your entrance. 

Issei sighed, eyes still lingering on you as you nodded. You raised a brow, making him chuckle, watching as you sauntered closer and pressed yourself against his chest, nuzzling against his neck. He was quick to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close against him, kissing the top of your head. 

You casted a glare towards the girl beside you who sent one right back at you. Her eyes took in his form, raking up and down his body as she checked him out, biting her lip.

“Is this your girlfriend, Issei?” the way she purred your boyfriend’s name made you roll your eyes. 

“Yeah,” Issei replied, slipping a hand up the back of your shirt to run his fingers over your skin to comfort you as he felt you grow tense. He knew how much you hated other girls who wouldn’t take a hint and give up -- hoping they could convince him to cheat on you or that they were a better choice. He took another puff of his cigarette again, turning his head away to blow the smoke out away from any faces.

You thought back to how, a few nights ago, he had smoked while you sat atop his cock, grinding against him as you came over and over again. Occasionally, he would blow the smoke in your face and grin at the way you would whimper in response. 

You clenched your thighs together as he tapped the excess ash off in the nearby cup he’d placed down. His fingers were so long, pretty with the nailpolish and rings. The one he wore on his middle finger you knew for a fact had been worn one when he fingered you in the car as he drove. The filth that spewed from his lips during that ride still echoed through your mind. 

Clenching your thighs together, you gripped his shirt and tugged lightly, fixing him with your best puppy dog eyes when he looked down at you.

“What is it, kitten?” he asked softly.

“I wanna go home,” you whined, biting your lip.

He grinned and opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off, “Don’t go! We’re having such a nice time!” one of the girls whined.

“Yeah, we’re having fun~” another added. 

You rolled your eyes when his eyes drifted from you to the girl beside him, who placed her hand on his arm again. Finally deciding enough was enough, you huffed and reached down to his belt, venturing to cup his slowly hardening cock -- he knew you were feeling turned on and that alone turned him on too. 

“You know you can have the most fun with me, Issei,” you grinned as he licked his lips, eyes falling to where your hand sat. 

“You wanna go home?” he asked, dropping his cigarette into the cup before taking your hand and lacing your fingers with his.

You nodded and tugged, casting a smirk at the three girls as you tugged your boyfriend away. They all made sounds of disappointment the further you got but one thing caused you to pause. 

The one who had been trying the hardest scoffed, “Don’t quite see what he sees in her. I’d be a better fuck than her.”

Eyes narrowed, you casted a glance over your shoulder to find the three of them still glaring daggers at you. Tightening your grip on your boyfriend’s hand, you made a turn and found yourself in a dark, abandoned corner away from prying eyes. 

Well, except three pairs. 

You pushed Issei against the wall and he grinned. It definitely was not the first time the two of you fucked in a club like this; you probably did it more than was considered okay. You pulled him down and brought him in for a deep kiss. He groaned, wrapping his arm around your waist to deepen it further, working his lips against yours expertly. 

“Wanna fuckin’ eat you out, kitten,” he growled, turning the two of you so it was you pressed against the wall. 

“Please,” you nodded, licking your lips as you looked forward to find the girls surprisingly still watching. 

Most people, when faced with seeing the two of you beginning to get intimate, would walk away and pretend they never saw anything. Not these girls, apparently. Perhaps it was their egos, but they continued to look even as your boyfriend dropped to his knees and pushed the hem of your skirt up. One of them even made eye contact with you, a nasty look in his eyes as you grinned gleefully. 

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Issei groaned, pushing the crotch of your panties aside to expose your cunt, “What have you been thinking about?”

“That time you fingered me in the car,” you quickly replied, hiking your knee over his shoulder to open yourself up to his gaze.

He grinned, knowing exactly what you were referring to. He doesn’t say anything else, simply leans forward and buries his tongue in your wet slit. You toss your head back and moan, tangling your hands in his already messy curls. His tongue finds your clit, circling the bud before sucking it into his mouth. 

“Fuck, Issei!” you squeal, mouth falling open as he pulls away with a pop, lips already swelling up. His tongue finds your entrance and you keen as you feel it enter you, wet and hot and providing just the tiniest bit of fullness. His nose presses perfectly against your clit, eyes never straying from your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he pants as he pulls away, “Got me so hard.”

“Why don’t you fuck me then?” you grin, tugging on his hair to entice him into doing so. 

He grins and presses a sweet kiss against your clit, biting his lips when your thighs jump in response before standing up. You reach down, tugging his belt loose before unbuttoning his jeans. He sighs in relief as you pull his cock free. 

Looking over to see the girls with mouths open, eyeing your boyfriend's fat cock. He was big, that wasn’t something unknown to either of you; long and thick enough to hurt no matter how many times you took his length. 

You squeezed his shaft, making him groan. Flashing yet another grin towards the girls, you slowly stroked him, spitting on the soft skin to slick it up. You wanted these girls to know this was your cock; the cock that fucked you every night. They would never get it and before this was over, they would know. 

“Jump, kitten,” he breathed, cupping beneath your thighs. You giggled, the alcohol still flowing through your system as you did as you were told. Wrapping your arm around his neck, you brought him in for another kiss.

“Ah…” you gasp when the tip of his cock prods your entrance. 

You hadn’t been prepped at all so when he started to sink into you, there was a deep burn and you bit your lip, burying your face in his neck. He panted in your ear, holding you tightly as he ever so carefully worked his length into you. 

“That’s it, pretty girl…” he praised, kissing your forehead, “Let me in, that’s a good girl. Look at you, doin’ so fuckin’ well. You’re so perfect...shit…” he groaned as he finally bottomed out.

You pulled away, gasping as you leaned back against the wall, eyes finding where you were connected. He followed your gaze, pupils blown wide at the sight of your sweet little pussy stretched wide. 

“So tight around me,” he whispered, bringing a hand up to his mouth to lick his thumb. You meet his gaze as the digit finds you hard clit, circling the bud as he slowly begins to rock his hips against you. Clutching his shirt, you cling to him, your mouth falling open as your walls begin to clench around him. He grins, “Cum for me, kitten. Soak my cock like a good girl and I’ll fuck you nice and good. I’ll show those little bitches whose cunt it is that makes me fuckin’ cum.”

You lean your forehead against him, pecking his lips as your body tenses up. Issei continues to work your bud, working the last couple inches of his cock in and out of you slowly as you reach your high. Your thighs tighten around him, walls squeezing his cock nice and tight. Your mouth open as you moan his name only for his hand to slap down around your mouth, his eyes narrowed. In your pleasure, you didn’t notice the icy glare he casted towards two men who paused to watch the show. As you trembled and whimpered against your boyfriend, cumming hard around his thick cock, they attempted to catch a peek of the way your cunt was stuffed, nice and full. 

Thankfully, the position didn’t allow them the pleasure of seeing what was his. Once they got the hint and passed by, hard in their jeans, he began to properly fuck you. You were still coming down and cried out against his hand. He hissed, opting to slip two fingers into your mouth. Immediately, you wrapped your lips around them and worked your tongue along the skin. He groaned, moving his other hand to support your back. 

“You feel so good, came so good for me,” he whispered, licking his lips as he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth. The cool metal of his rings brushed your lips and you whimpered when he suddenly pulled them away.

“Your cock’s so good, Issei,” you praise, grinding your hips down as you toss your arms around his shoulders, “Pl-Please fill me up.”

“Yeah? You want my cum?” he growled, cupping the back of your head to hold you close against him, “Want me to show them I’m yours? That your cunt is the one I fill up every night?”

“Y-Yeah,” you whisper, glancing over to see the girls still standing there. They all wore expressions of arousal, thighs clenched together as they watched your perfect boyfriend fuck you, “You’re mine, Issei. T-Tell me you love me.”

“Fuck,” his groaned, hips losing their rhythm, “I love you so fuckin’ much. No one will ever own me so completely; heart, mind, and body, baby. Shit, you’re the one I’m gonna marry and have kids with. You’re it for me, kitten. I’m so...fuckin’ in love with you.”

He spoke loud enough for them to hear, knowing exactly what you needed. You felt tears prick your eyes and you couldn’t help but press your lips against his, “Cum for me, Issei. Please.”

“Fuck, shit!” he groaned, breaking the kiss to bury his face in your neck, “I love you so goddamn much, kitten.”

You shuddered as he came, cock spitting his hot load into your sensitive walls. Your cunt clenched sporadically around him, close to your final orgasm but not being able to fall over the edge before his own high ended. 

He continued to hold you for a long moment, peppering kisses along your skin as you released your thighs from around his waist. He continued to hold you close against him as he came down.

“Do you need to cum again, kitten?” he asked softly, noticing the way you were clenching your thighs. 

You bit your lip and he grinned, reached between your thighs once more. You eagerly spread them and clutched his t-shirt in your fists as he circled your clit with his skilled fingers. Resting his forehead against yours, he worked your bud until your cunt was clasping desperately around nothing, pushing his cum from your little hole. He cursed and gathered it on his fingers as you came down, minimizing the mess before bringing his digits to your lips. You grinned, sultry and hungry as you took them into your mouth, cleaning his cum from his skin. 

He cursed, pulling away to button up his jeans and redo his belt. He was slowly getting hard again and he wanted to get home to fuck you in the comfort of your own shared bed. 

You fixed your panties, wincing as more of his cum dripped into the fabric. He took your hand and tugged you out of the dark corner, cooing when you clung onto his arm. 

“Oh,” he paused next to the ladies who had yet to move. They looked up at him with wide eyes, a dash of hope still in their gazes as he finally acknowledged him, “You could never compare yourself to her. That’d be like comparing dog food to caviar.” 

The girls gasped at the insult as Issei chuckled and tugged your hand to pull you along behind him. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught their glazes and grinned, knowing you had won. 

And that you had round 2 waiting for you at home. 

[mk-wizard]

The New “Justice League” Film is looking worse and worse...

Ok, I really hate being the girl who shoots down ideas before they come off the ground...

But for far too long, I have been hearing professional creators with decades worth of professional experience, certifications and diplomas in art throwing around their favourite excuse which is “it’s not for you” when they come up with ideas like this;

I can see they went for the same style as the Netflix He-Man cartoon which is ok because it is fun and great for kids. Also, I am all for a fun whimsical take on the Justice League that is kid friendly with comic relief. After all, this isn’t the first time a cartoon like that was made and I am open to weird ideas like a cartoon film that focuses on the DC super pets. However, I see so many things wrong here to the point where the designs aren’t just ugly, some of them are offensive racially and culturally.

There is no kind way to say this; with the exception of Wonder Woman and the Flash, everyone else was drawn in such a way that they either look like a boob or an offensive caricature especially poor Cyborg. And the pets do not look any better with the exception of the two dogs and Batman’s looks like he doesn’t even want to be there (not that I blame him). The rest of the pets look hideous and as a Greek woman, I am offended that out of all the pets they chose Wonder Woman, they went with a pig. A PIG whose super power is to become bigger and fatter. Wonder Woman is an Amazon from the island of Themyscira meaning she has encountered and tamed some of the most majestic creatures in Greek mythology and considering that she comes from a society of warrior women, I would have been pleased if they even chose a common animal that was dignified like a hawk or a horse. Instead, they chose a pig and gave it embarrassing power that speaks volumes about the level of respect the creator must have for Wonder Woman or women superheroes in general.

Pardon me if I sound like I am roasting, but like I said, this is not the first time DC has created whimsical and kid friendly superhero cartoons. The difference between them and this is that they did so with an obvious respect and love for the media.

Like the Adam West Batman (you can see how much fun the creators had making it and because of that, we had fun watching it):

Batman the Brave and the Bold;

The Batman (cartoon);

The classic Teen Titans (now THIS is a badass Cyborg);

And just recently, Justice League Action;

All of these cartoons were aimed for kids, are wholesome and clean, but not at the cost of giving kids high quality entertainment and well written stories that they could take from them. Also, these cartoons graciously accept what the DC heroes are: superheroes which means action, fighting and dealing with some serious issues is a part of the package no matter how tame and friendly the setting. Also, the art was always held to a high standard making it attractive, fun and ready for action.

Then I look at this which not only displays none of those qualities, it feels like the creators either didn’t want to do this or this entire idea is actually one big joke;

And it is NOT because they want to make a  DC movie about the iconic pets. Pet and animals movies have always been a staple in children’s media. It is because we have let creators get away with the “it’s not for you” excuse for so long that now, they’re standards have gotten lost in the woods. If anything, the fact that this is aimed for our children is all the more reason to expect and demand better.

We took so much away from the cartoons we grew up with. What the heck are our children supposed to take away from this? Are we so afraid of being just a little bit serious around them that our standards have gotten lost in the woods? As a parent who is a huge comic fan, I’m ashamed of what should be the DC and Marvel cartoons for kids of tomorrow have become.

And I think I’m sticking to my original plan which is to introduce him to Batman, Superman and the other DC characters when he is older and introduce the best version of them not this trash.

I’ll say this much, the creators are right. It isn’t for me.

The trailer for the DC Superpets. Some information on it.

EDIT: I decided to add the Adam West Batman series because as campy as it was, it was still a high quality and clever show. Yes, it makes us laugh, but the difference between that and Superpets is that it is obvious the creators loved making this series and had fun doing it. Superpets looks like a loveless cash cow project.

[olivianunez]

❝  GAGE THATCHER

“Yeah, well.” His looks were the only thing he has. Living in Siesta Key was a constant reminder that he didn’t fit in with all the high rollers who were living in their big houses with their big families. It’s what Camila wanted too, but he couldn’t give that to her. One day, he’ll inevitably have to let her go, but today wouldn’t be that day. His plan to win her back was rocky thus far, but he believed in it. However, in the meantime, he wasn’t going to sit around like a virgin not getting laid. So if Liv wanted to go at it for old times’ sake, he would be down. 

“I’m paying you now, princess, you’re drinking my beer.” He smirked, keeping the brim of the bottle pressed against his lips. “If you supply the ink, I’ll tattoo you. ‘Locals only’ across your left ass cheek. That would be hot. Maybe, ‘liv and let die’ under your boob?” It was no surprise that he was naming all provocative body parts. When was he not horny? Maybe Cami was right and he’s just a dog forever chasing a bone. 

“Why would you quit? You’re like the hottest girl there. The Titty Twister won’t survive without its Santanico Pandemonium.” Giving her shoulder a nudge, he lights up another cigarette before passing it over. “—Red card, dude. I didn’t get my ass kicked. You should see the other guy.” Dante wasn’t as bad off. But Gage had too much pride to admit defeat. He’ll pay the big idiot back when he screws his sister in the back of his van without a condom. 

“Things are whatever, you know? I tried to get back with my ex but she wasn’t having it.” He’s talked about Camila a bunch of times to Olivia but never name-dropped. At first, Liv thought he made her up, but as time passed by she could see how torn up he was over this mystery woman. “She blue-balled me twice. Black and blue face and black and blue balls. Does God hate me or what?” 

-

"Har, har." As her sarcasm faded, a smile blossomed in its place. Crude as he was, he came with great ideas. "You know, I actually wouldn't be opposed to either concepts. So long as I can trust you not to draw a dick between my legs when you get finished." She'll consider his offer.

In the meantime..... her grin grew twice in size, as he proclaimed her the hottest twister at that god forsaken club. Liv enjoyed her time there, and she made a few friends along the way. ( Like Gage ) so, she couldn't say the experience was a total waste of her youth. It had its perks. And likewise, it's drawbacks.

"If this other guy looks as terrible as you, I'm not sure I want to." She was only teasing as she took a drag of the cigarette he offered her, before handing it back.

Afterwards, she leaned her head against the pillows he had bordered along the back of his van and laid her hands to rest over her stomach. "Your ex sounds like a total bitch, no offense. She's always jerking you around. Dude, you gotta get over it." She knows he's in love or whatever. He didn't have to say it outright for it to be made obvious. At the same time, she hated seeing him get so down over one girl. Even if she was THE girl, it still wasn't cool. Gage was a good guy. A little rough around the edges, and he might've worn the mouth of a sailor but it was still a good mouth. It brought her to orgasm multiple times. And it could again, if they were to allow it. "You sound pussy whipped. Are you sure all this heartache is even worth it? I mean, I get you love her and all but.... I hate that she doesn't see how awesome you are. Smelly, but still awesome."

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her and Liv sprang up. "You know what we should do? Instead of you feeling sorry for yourself. Frankly, it's lame." She pauses for a beat to dig out her phone. "We should make her jealous. Tell her to meet you somewhere, and then text her back and be like 'oh sorry, wrong text'. It'll get her thinking. She'll probably show up wherever it is because, she's a girl and we're jealous and nosey as fuck. And then.... you can grab me and we'll make out. She'll see what she's missing and come crying back to you like.... oh baby I'm so sorry, I made a huge mistake. Fuck me again please." Sounds cruel but, its effective. "Trust me, it works every time."

[shinidamachu]

I need some Inuyasha as a great father (more like DILF, amirite?) headcanons, can you help me out?

I'm here to serve!

• It isn’t until they’re happily married for at least one or two years that the possibility of children are brought up.

• At first, they took that time to relearn each other, enjoy their company and make the honeymoon phase last a little long. They did spend three years apart, after all. There’s so much time to make up for, so many catching up to do before they’d even think to throw a kid into the mix. Plus, being a modern woman, Kagome would know how to avoid pregnancy the best her new circumstances allowed and how important that time alone is for a newly-married couple.

• They never actually had the child talk because Kagome just assumed that’s where their relationship would naturally lead to, given her motherly tendencies and Inuyasha’s history of ultimately giving her everything she wants. For his part, Inuyasha knew she wanted to be a mother someday and he'd be lying if he said he never indulged the fantasy of fathering her children. However, he has serious trouble wrapping his mind around the idea that, in reality, Kagome would still be up for it if he were to be the father. He could never dare to ask of her more than she has already given him. Be that as it may, it was not a big deal because it was not a dealbreaker. Nothing was.

• But with time, Kagome would have noticed how good Inuyasha is with Hisui and the Mirsan twins. How his relationship with Shippo had developed from a sibling banter to a makeshift paternal relationship. How people like Shiori and Bunza would look up to him like he was some kind of movie hero. How every kid in the village seemed to adore him despite his grumpy demeanor.

• And Inuyasha would have noticed the way Kagome would look at him whenever he so much as interacted with a child, the way her smell would spike significantly.

• She, of course, was the one to make the first move, jumping him one night, after they had spend the whole day stuck with babysitting the Mirsan children and popping the question.

• Inuyasha was relutant. There was a part of him that was adamant on making her happy and even believed having babies would make him happy too. On the other hand, he was terrified. Terrified of how her body would react to childbirth, of if her spiritual powers would accept his demonic energy. But mostly, about what would happen once the baby was born. The last thing he wanted was for Kagome to go through everything his mother had to go through. Or for another kid to face the same prejudice he did. Besides, he grew up with no father figure whose steps he could follow. He didn’t know how to be a father.

• Kagome assures him that they won’t have a baby until they’re both ready and on the same page, that they have time and that Inuyasha will be a great father.

• Inuyasha believes her.

• Then it is him felling some type of way whenever he sees Kagome around kids. And something deep inside desperately wishes to find out what would their children look like, what would it be like to hold and take care of someone born from their love.

• Finally, he caves.

• Inuyasha wants a big family, considering how lonely his childhood was. Kagome finds it pivotal for their first-born to have a sibling, since she had Sota and their relationship was one of the most important things in her life. That’s why they’d have two children minimum, preferably a boy and a girl. However, giving how dangerous and uncomfortable childbirth can be, especially without the perks the modern era provides, I don’t think they’d have more than three.

• Naturally, Inuyasha relies on Miroku for advice and the latter is more helpful than not. Except for the times Inuyasha asks or says something that makes it way too easy for Miroku to mess with him. Like the time he told Inuyasha that if he doesn’t get Kagome whatever food she craves while pregnant, the baby will be born looking exactly like that food. And Inuyasha believed him.

• And if you thought Inuyasha was protective of Kagome before... oh boy! He’d be almost overbearing, but Kagome would see it as endearing. Most of the time. Sometimes, though, a woman has got to have her privacy. He also becomes more attentive, more gentle, sweeter.

• After their first child is born, Inuyasha gets a makeover of sorts. He’s always borrowing the Fire Rat to Kagome and the baby anyway, so he figured it’d be more practical to just pass the clothes on to them already and get something new for himself.

• It’s white.

• Inuyasha becomes taller, stronger. And often lets Kagome experiment with his hair with braids, top nots... and ponytails.

• Old Myoga is the first one to notice the resemblance. And it’s true. He’s the spitting image of Toga. Former enemies and allies often mistaken him for Toga and Kagome thinks the look on their (and Inuyasha’s) face is hilarious.

• Sesshoumaru does not care for it (I stole this one from @heavenin--hell).

• Inuyasha hates his human nights even more because now his vulnerability also means he might not be able to protect his family as he usually would (Together Changed by @goshinote and @lostinfantasyworlds inspired this one). Plus, the black hair and lack of dog ears confuses the baby, who cries and fusses for a good while until realizing it is, in fact, Inuyasha holding them (this one I saw in an adorable fanart I can’t find).

• But since he needs way less sleeping than humans and he spends the New Moons up anyway, Inuyasha gets a lot of quality time with their infant at night, which allows Kagome to actually get a good night sleep unless the baby is hungry.

• The Beads of Subjugation get dooled and chewed on. A lot.

• A little contest takes place between Kagome and Inuyasha about what the first word of their first child would be, with Kagome going for “dada” and Inuyasha going for “mama.”

• Kagome wins.

• Inuyasha’s fighting style changes. He still says some snarky remarks, but now it’s more to push his opponent‘s buttons down so they would get sloppy than anything else. After all, he has a child to think about and provide for now. He doesn’t have the luxury of gambling with his life anymore. He has a home to come back to and therefore won’t be taking any chances (credit to @born-for-eachother for this one).

• And so he becomes more lethal on the battle field. Pragmatic. Objective. Calculating. Decisive. Cold blooded. Much like... Sesshomaru.

• He had never been more offended on his life than the day Sango pointed this out to him.

• When the kids grow up a bit, Inuyasha and Kagome start to tell them bedtime stories, with the PG version of the story about how the met and defeated Naraku being their favorite.

• Kagome tries to be a reliable and calm narrator while Inuyasha exaggerates the events and the voices, almost always breaking objects of their house in the process.

• After hearing one too many times about the Beads of Subjugation, their child tries to “sit” Inuyasha. Of course it doesn’t work, but he still makes a big deal out of throwing himself on the ground every time they say the word just to hear them laugh.

• The first actual toy Inuyasha buys them is a ball, just like the one he had as a kid, at the same time accomplishing a childhood wish through them and ensuring that they would always have someone to play with.

• Kagome is more protective of their physical state while Inuyasha is more protective of their emotional one (see Fist Fight by @omgitscharlie)

• Inuyasha goes to Totosai and asks him to make a weapon out of one of his fangs to each of their children once they get old enough for it. Not necessarily a sword, just something of their choice and that better fits their personality.

• He would be a just father, doing his best to show no favoritism, treat his children equally and make sure no one felt overlooked or unloved.

• But truth be told, if one of their babies turn out to be a daughter, he would definitelly let her get away with almost anything, no matter how much of a gremlin she is. Daddy’s little girl would have him wrapped around her tiny fingers.

• Life never treated Inuyasha kindly. From a very young age, it was kill or be killed. It wouldn't be too far off for him to think the exact same thing could happen with his kids, therefore he tries to prepare them, to tough them up so they can take it.

• And I believe this sentiment would be significantly amplified with a son, because it would involve the whole “suck it up”, “men don’t cry” and “man of the house” aspect of it. The “it is your duty to protect your mother and sister when I’m gone” too, especially because he couldn’t protect Izayoi himself.

• It’s “tough love”, but it’s love nonetheless. And in the right dose, which I believe Inuyasha manages to nail, it can be very important for one’s development and growth.

• But it’s hard to imagine him being as tough with a daughter. Probably because he sees so much of Kagome on her that the mere idea of seeing her cry simply breaks him.

• Kagome would actually have to step in when it comes to disciplining and saying “no”, because he simply wouldn’t have it in him to do so.

There’s actually a really nice post by @keichanz I reblogged a while ago discussing precisely that, but I can’t find it to save my life (should I start to properly tag my reblogs? No, it’s a lot of work and I’m right not to).

Anyway, that’s all I got for now.

Peace out.

[annab-nana]

Piss Boy Peter - Tom Holland

When you’re best friends, sometimes the lines are blurred and feelings can be confused, but all it takes is one moment for Tom to realize he’s utterly in love with you.

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 2.5k+

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“Hey, Mrs. Nikki! It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever! How have you been?” you gushed as you hugged the woman you would very much consider to be your second mother tightly in your arms. She rolled her eyes playfully at you before chuckling to herself.

“Y/n, you can just call me Nikki now. No need for the other part,” she grinned beautifully before continuing, “I’ve been good, sweetheart. We haven’t seen you in almost three years but we’re all so proud of you for graduating college early. I know how hard you’ve worked but we did miss you. The boys are somewhere around here.” As soon as her words were finished, the familiar pitter-patter of paws clicked against the hardwood flooring as one Tessa Holland came running up to you.

“Hi Tess!” you squealed while you bent down to let the pup show you how much she loved you. “I think you missed me the most, isn’t that right Tess?” you asked her as if she would speak right back to you. Her wide grin and generous licks told you that she did in fact miss you as she hopped into your lap while you petted her.

“Well, I don’t know about that. I think it might’ve been Tom,” Nikki piped up as she walked into the kitchen while the frowning boy appeared from the hallway.

“Mum,” he whined as if you did not already know he missed you the most. His red cheeks could be spotted from a mile away.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Tom. You are my best friend. You’re supposed to miss me the most.” He rolled his eyes and bent down to pet the incredibly happy dog who sat in front of you too.

“Tessa, what am I gonna do? I thought we got rid of her and now she’s back,” the boy joked as he talked to who he called his best girl, but he knew that Tessa was his second-best girl, and you were first.

“Oh, I can go back to The States if you’d like? I’m sure I’m missed over there a lot more than I am over here it seems,” you scoffed in faux annoyance and hurt which caused the boy to snicker. There was a reason he was the actor out of the two of you.

“Get over here, you div,” he told you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his embrace. However, since you both were on your knees just petting Tessa, you both toppled over onto the floor and Tessa wasted no time in joining the party as she wiggled her way between you and Tom. Your laughter sounded throughout the home as you two shared a tight embrace which was soon interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

“Harry!” you stated excitedly before getting up off Tom to give the boy a hug. You grew up around this family, so you were pretty close to them all and you had seen Tom a couple of times since you’ve come back to London. This was your first time seeing Harry in a year when he and Tom came to visit you during the week between your spring semester ending and your summer classes starting. The curly-headed boy let out a small ‘oof’ when your body collided with his, but he was quick to wrap his arms around you.

“Hey y/n,” he spoke above you as you swayed back and forth before pulling away to see Sam right behind him.

“Oh my God, Sam! Hi!” you shouted and gave him a big, long hug.

It had been three years since you saw the rest of the Holland’s. You got an amazing offer at a college in the US and had to go but that meant being away from your home, your friends, and your best friend, Tom. Tom had endured many phone calls where you were homesick and crying but he always assured you that London and all who inhabit it will be waiting for you when you get done. Thankfully, he came over there a good bit for filming purposes and he would always make sure to schedule a few days before and after and sometimes in between filming to spend time with you. Those days were the ones you treasured and held close to your heart, and you wouldn’t have been able to stay away if they hadn’t happened. And yes, you could’ve come back in the summers, but you decided to get it all done at once, taking summer classes and cutting a year off to graduate in three years instead of four.

“Y/n, how are you?” Sam asked as he pulled you away to look at you, a wide smile plastering his features at the sight. As you two kept up a conversation, Harry nudged Tom with his elbow.

“How long are you gonna stare at her, mate?” his younger brother inquired causing Tom to rip his gaze from you and look elsewhere.

“I just can’t believe she’s back,” he muttered before squatting back down to play with Tess, missing the eye roll and head shake from Harry.

“You losers ready to play some kickball?” Paddy shouted as he trotted down the stairs, stopping when he saw you and then running to give you a hug.

“Well hello to you too Padster,” you giggled while reciprocating the hug from the youngest Holland brother.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me she was coming?” he asked, arms still around you as he looked to his brothers.

“They didn’t know except for your mom who I texted like fifteen minutes before I came, but did you say kickball? You know I’d love to play if you let me,” you questioned and by the way the boy’s eyes lit up and he profusely nodded his head, you took that as a yes before he began to head outside. Sam and Harry followed but Tom hung back. “Are you not coming?”

“I’ll be out there in a bit,” he stated which was kinda weird seeing as he was normally so eager to get out and play with his brothers. Your brows furrowed and the mop of brown curls sighed. “Well, if you’re going to make me say it, I have to take a piss. Would you like to come along?”

“Ew no. Keep all that to yourself,” you grimaced before turning to the dog whose eyes flitted from you to Tom. “Come on Tess. Let’s go play outside,” you told her as you patted your leg to get her to follow. “See you out there in a bit, piss boy!” you yelled, closing the back door behind you.

“Hey piss boy,” he heard the soft voice of his mother snicker when she popped out of the kitchen, beckoning him over with the wave of her hand. He obliged and sat down on the stool across from her as she worked at making some tea for you all. “So, I bet you’re excited now that y/n is back,” she spoke up to start a conversation with her son. She has been talking to Harry a little recently about Tom possibly liking you more than a best friend. Harry confirmed her suspicions that it wasn’t too wild of an accusation so of course, she was going to be a little nosy and try to at least get Tom to hint at it. What a meddler mothers are.

“Well yeah. She’s my best friend and as much fun as she did have over there, she called me all the time crying because she missed London and her family and friends. I hate seeing or hearing her cry,” he spoke as he played with the hem of his shirt.

“So, she had a bit of fun, yeah? Did she meet anyone?” Nikki prodded on.

“She made some new friends that I know she’s gonna miss but she said that some of them are coming over here at the end of the month. Cam and Avery I think were their names. Cam was her freshman year roommate and then they met Avery one night at the library and the three hit it off,” Tom explained what he knew to his mum. He actually met Cam when he visited you, but Avery was never around when he was.

“So, she didn’t meet any new guys or anything?”

“Avery is a guy but they’re just friends as far as I know,” Tom told his mother as his eyes found the window and gazed out it to see you on the ground being attacked with loving licks from Tessa. He just couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his lips at the view.

“What about you and her?” his mum interjected, effectively interrupting his trance on you.

“Me and her?” he inquired with a furrowed brow while his eyes found his mother once more. He didn’t understand what she was trying to get at.

“Yeah, you and y/n. Are you two together or do you look at all your friends that way?” she grinned to herself while busying herself with the tea. Heat rushed to his cheeks, and he shook his head immediately.

“N-no, we are just friends. Nothing more,” he mumbled as he let his face fall into his hands.

“But you want to be more?” she continued while Tom let out a sigh, his eyes wandering out the window again. You had gotten up now, Tessa right behind you, and you were walking over to where Paddy was with the ball. Your head snapped up to face Harry when he said something apparently funny and you threw your head back in laughter.

You looked so ethereal in that moment. Little pieces of grass in your hair thanks to Tessa rolling you around in it, a wide genuine and shining smile so radiant it was almost blinding, your shirt was kind of wonky since you were on the ground earlier and you had not bothered to fix it yet, but he liked the way it was sitting on your body beautifully. Everything about you and everything you did, the way you did it, was so captivating. You had Tom wrapped around your little finger and didn’t even know it. He had it bad for you and he hadn’t realized until now. His feelings for you, his true feelings that he could deny no longer, hit him like a freight train in that moment.

“Oh my God, Mum, I think I’m in love with her,” Tom whispered in shock as his wide brown eyes met her face which wore a knowing look.

“Darling, I’ve known that for years. I was just waiting for you to realize it.”

“Do you think she’ll like me back?” he pondered while his mother let out a laugh.

“Yes, just as I’ve seen you swooning over her for years, I’ve seen her doing the same for a while now too. Of course, she will like you back,” she reassured her son before looking out the window at her boys playing around. “She’s coming in, so I’ll leave you two.” His mother took off to somewhere else in the house as you walked in.

“What are you doing? I thought you were coming out after the bathroom,” you asked as you sat down on the seat next to his. Right then, you noticed something was off. You could feel it.

“Yeah, Mum and I just got to talking,” he stated, not giving you any sort of clue as to what was going through that brain of his. All you knew is that you wanted to help him.

“Hey,” you spoke softly as your hand reached out for his, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, I- yeah, we were just… uh, can I ask you something?” Now, you were definitely worried. Tom was only a stutterer when he was nervous and why he was nervous in your presence was beyond you.

“Um yeah always. What’s up?” You watched his eyes dart around the room before they landed on his own that rested in his lap, yours held between them.

“This is gonna sound weird, but- Fuck, I’m just going to say it. Do you wanna go out with me?” Hopeful yet cautious brown eyes gazed at you while the breath was knocked out of you.

“Like as your fake girlfriend to get you out of something or for real?” You had to be sure. You could not let your heart go into the fake thing again believing it was real. You did that once and you were heartbroken afterward.

“Something real. Y/n, I like you as more than a friend, more than a best friend. I don’t want to hide it anymore,” he confessed those words you’ve waited to hear for ages while hiding the small grin trying to show on your face before you spoke up again.

“Tom… I don’t know how to say this,” you started, still trying to mask your smile.

“You’re with Avery,” he assumed which you thought was a wild presumption but let it slide.

“Harry asked me out while we were outside.” Tom’s eyes widened and brows shot up. Well, he certainly did not expect that.

“I- uh, what? Really? I had no idea he felt that way,” he tried to play it off. He was never one to impose on his brothers like that and if Harry liked you, then he would for sure back away and let him have his shot with you. Tom would get used to just being your best friend. He’s done it for years so he could continue if need be. Then, you finally let your grin show before you burst into a fit of laughter. His raised brows lowered then furrowed, completely confused with the situation before him as you were doubled over giggling.

“No dumbass, but that’s what you get for making me wait so long,” you breathed out through your chuckles, watching the color return to Tom’s face and a feeble smile show itself on those thin lips you loved so dearly.

“O-oh, sorry,” he laughed nervously along with you before actually processing your words. “Wait, you like me back?”

You nodded your head while rolling your eyes at his stupidity. Wasn’t it painfully obvious? “Yes, I like you back, piss boy, and I will gladly go out with you too. Now, will you come out and play with us?” Well, how could he say no when you asked so nicely?

“Yeah, let’s go.” So, he got up first, you following him out to where the boys were, and you watched as he did a little skip before walking up to Paddy.

“So that’s where Peter Parker gets it from,” you wondered aloud when Sam came up behind you.

“He did the skip, didn’t he?” he asked before you nodded to answer his question.

“So, he made a move, and it went well?” Harry popped up on your other side.

“Yes, he did. He’s a lot more like him than people realize,” you mentioned when Tessa found your side again and watched everyone getting ready to play.

“Maybe, but he is no genius,” Harry quipped, causing laughter to erupt from you and Sam.

“Hey, I heard that!”

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