#i need someone to pat me on the back and call me pal

[gallusrostromegalus]

Do you have any plans for what happens with Urahara's shop once Aizen is dealt with? I mostly ask cus the other day I binged the AIEWAM tag, then had a dream about the Shinigami using it as a base of operations in Karakura. I don't know if that is likely, or plausible, but it was fun to picture random shinigami doing customer service.

No that's more or less what happens to it!

After Aizen is dealt with, Urahara is facing some pretty significant personal problems: his rejection by the 12th division, being pregnant with his first child (and Yoruichi's nervous breakdown of impending parenthood) and Nihofornia's National Tax Agency finally catching up to him. As a shinigami, Urahara is aware of the many ways to shimmy around death, but there is no certainty like Taxes.

It's Don Kanonji, the most reasonable and level-headed adult in the whole damn fic, who proposes the solution: between his careers of swimsuit model, UN Translator, exorcist and fashion designer, Don is also a Certified Accountant. After going over she shoebox full of miscellaneous receipts and assorted Papers That Might Be Important, Don negotiates a deal with the tax agency around Kisuke's dubious status as a citizen and even more dubious bookkeeping: kisuke will sell the business to someone with a real social security number and pay up a large percentage of the staggering amount of money he owes in exchange for being allowed to rent the building from the new owners and continue his path to legitimate citizenship and no further financial chicanery.

"Okay, but who's going to pony up the cash? I don't have that kind of money!" Kisuke wails, fully in the grip of second-trimester hormone swings.

"Urahara-san. Kisuke. Sandalhat. Buddy. Pal." Ichigo's classmate Keigo sighs, fondly patting the man on the shoulders as he sat down on the couch beside Urahara. "We're friends, right?"

"We're people who know each other's home addresses." Kisuke sniffles.

"Close enough!" Mizuiro waves, sitting down on Urahara's other side. "-and you're former second division, real cloak-and-dagger stuff. So you know that sometimes it's best to not ask so many questions, right?"

Kisuke frowned with growing suspicion. "I might have been..."

"Great! All you need to do is make Tessai clean out the garage, turn the paperwork over to me and Mizuiro, keep an ear on the line to soul society, and focus on getting this place ready for your little bundle of joy-" Keigo smiled, gesturing around the decidedly bachelor padded living room.

"-and don't worry about where this came from!" Mizuiro chirped happily, hefting a large briefcase onto the table with a loud thud that popped open the lid, revealing a frankly alarming amount of cash inside.

"I'm worrying." Kisuke grimaced.

"We very specifically requested the opposite of that." Keigo pouted.

"That's at least thirty grand in there." Don remarked with a casual glance at the carefully packed but decidedly used bills inside.

"There is Thirty-one thousand, two hundred seventy-eight point oh-six Troyen, which is exactly two and a half times this shop's discretionary income last year, and a very generous price for the business!" Mizuiro beamed.

"Why can't you guys use a normal currency like Kan?" Kisuke pouted, trying to do conversion rates in his head.

"Well for one thing, fiat currency is a hell of a lot better than anything based on the value of rice." Keigo nodded. "Though it is kinda stupid that we didn't update the name after we went off the gold standard during world war three."

"There was a third world war?" Kisuke yelped.

"A cold one, back in the eighties. You didn't notice were busy making sure Isshin and Masaki Kurosaki didn't implode." Tessai called from the kitchen.

"Oh." Urahra mumbled.

"Look, it's really quite simple- you'll go on basically as you have been with the candy shop-" Mizuiro smiled with the soothing demeanor of an unexpected adder. "-only I'll be your landlord and Keigo will be your manager!"

Urahra stared blankly at the boys, then looked up at Don Kanonji, who was reading over the contents of the file folder Mizuiro had handed him when the boys came in. "...That can't possibly be legal, right?"

"Hm?" Don hummed, looking up over his glasses. "Oh, yes. The government would really prefer a check but cash is perfectly legal tender to settle all debts with."

"But they're kids!" Kisuke gestured hysterically between them.

"Okay, Mizuiro might be babyfaced but he turned eighteen last spring and I'll be an adult by the time we turn in all this paperwork in April." Keigo groaned.

"And- and this is clearly Mob Money!" Urahara continued, waving at the briefcase of cash.

"Mister Urahara! I would NEVER-!" Mizuiro gasped with great offense. "I'll have you know all this money came from Perfectly Legitimate Enterprises!" He sniffed, arms crossed and lip pouting.

"That's the name of the Mobile Tech Support business Mizu and I have been running since freshman year!" Keigo beamed. "Makes a good packet, you wouldn't believe the kind of tips the old biddies will give a Nice Young Man in a Smart Uniform who scrapes malware off her online mahjong machine!"

Urahara stared at them blankly, gaze slowly tipping down to the briefcase full of money. "I should learn how to use living world computers."

"NO." Every single person in the building, including the shop kids and Ichigo, who had been passed out under the table after training, but was stirred to consciousness by an impending sense of danger before passing out again.

"Killjoys." Urahra muttered, sulking under his hat.

"Regardless, its a perfectly legal and honestly very generous offer for this heap, and as your financial advisor, I urge you to take it." Don Kanonji glared over his glasses at Urahara.

"So what, you boys get a cut of the candy money and rent? Cause that ain't much of a savvy deal on your end. This place runs at a debt."

"Oh no, you can keep the candy revenue and I'll only ask for enough rent to cover utilities." Mizuiro smiled. "What we want is a cut of your commission as a licensed Gotei-13 outlet contractor!"

"...But I'm not a contractor?" Urahara blinked.

"...Do you just. Not read things before you sign them?" Keigo glared.

"Yeah, you're not just in hock to the NTA, the Soul Revenue Service is after you too for running a fake Gotei-13 service center, and bailing on a century's worth of filings by faking your death." Mizuiro frowned at him with concern. "So e of those papers you signed when you resumed your identity and job as captain- however briefly were the result of Captain Kyoraku cutting you one HELL of a parole deal with the SRS, but the agreement was that Urahara Shoten would be the base of operations for ALL the shinigami operating in Karakura, under the direct supervision and control of the Gotei-13 and he sure wasn't stingy with the budget he gave you! Well. The budget he gave me and Keigo to spend since I'd be the property owner and Keigo would be the business owner."

"Aaaand since you also signed the soul society official secrets agreement, it's not like you can ask someone else to buy you out from the NTA, so not only are we your best offer, we're your ONLY offer!" Keigo grinned.

Urahra stared at them blankly. "You've set me up." He mumbled.

"You sent yourself up for this when you failed to do your due diligence when signing contracts." Don Kanonji corrected him, pulling some documents out of the folder and signing them, before pushing them across the table. "Please actually read these before you si- you've already signed them." Don Kanonji groaned as Urahara slapped the pen back down on the table with spite.

"Fine, fine- I guess I'm back to following orders instead of giving them. What do you want, Boss?" He glared at Keigo.

"Put your feet up and finish putting together that gift list for the baby shower." Keigo nodded. "We weren't kidding that your first priority is getting this place ready for baby... Does it have a name yet?"

"...No." Kisuke wilted despondently. "Yoruichi still isn't answering my texts!"

"Hm." Keigo nodded. "Okay, put your feet up, finish that baby shower list and think of a name for the little rugrat. Just leave the rest to us for now!"

"You guys are good kids." Kisuke smiled weakly.

"Would you be willing to make a sworn statement to that effect, so we can have it on file for any future HR disputes?" Mizuiro smiled.

"Absolutely goddamn not." Kisuke glared.

[canigohomenoow]

manifesting being in my promising scruffy young teen with a troubled backstory and a mouth on them who is on a mission and accidently finds an unwilling father figure but then you both secretly grow to like each other over the course of life or death situations era

[teenidlegirl]

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⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀summary.⠀you plan to hang out with friends at the bar but don’t expect your neighbor there too, nevertheless knows one of your friends. you decide to get to know each other more.

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀content.⠀fluff, tension, swearing, mini backstories, reader wears acrylics, mentions of alcohol consumption

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“wait wait wait, hold up. he offered to fix your shit whenever you need it?”

your friend lyla, since high school and basically a sister to you, has been freaking out over your story about your neighbor fixing your engine and sink and how he offered to help you when needed.

you shrug. “yeah, pretty much.”

“gurl, he’s definitely into you.”

you almost choke on your lemonade, coughing it back down your throat. “the fuck- no he’s not, lyla. jesus, it’s just a generous offer.”

she scoffs, rolling her eyes under her iconic hot pink heart shaped glasses. “gurl, please. he straight up fixed your engine without you even asking, which you said it was under 5 minutes.” she raises her index finger in a sassy manner. “and he fixed your sink and practically begged you to not pay him back. the man is a sweetheart and clearly into you, period.”

you stare at her with a deadpan expression. can’t believe what she said but it’s kinda true. he did fixed your engine without asking him, he just straight up did it. and he was serious about not paying him back.

but he’s definitely not into you.

“it’s called generosity, search it up. besides, it’s just neighbors helping neighbors.”

“oh my god, you’re so in denial but fine whatever.” she waves off with a hand. “but don’t come screaming back to me when he asks you out.”

you facepalm yourself, sighing frustratingly. “i’m gonna murder you.”

“aw love ya too, bestie.”

you got lyla’s reaction, now it was eddie’s turn.

“i told you!”

you stand there with an annoyed expression, staring at him with daggers. “cállete.”

“see?! i called it! man’s in the military!” he cheered, a prideful smile on his face that you wanna slap off.

“yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes, walking away to your desk so you can sulk in peace.

“oh come on! it isn’t bad, honestly it’s a good thing. if case there’s trouble, he can help you.” he follows you, leaning back against his desk across from yours. “everyone knows not to fuck with those guys.”

a quiet sigh left your lips. “yeah, maybe. now can you stop celebrating and focus on the damn article which is due by the end of the day?” you shoot him a glare.

eddie chuckled, nodding. “alright alright, let’s get that shit done.”

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it’s friday night, hanging out at jackie’s. mj, your other friend, texted you she’ll pick you up so you can meet up with the guys there, peter, harry and eddie. after getting ready, a black crop top and some jeans, mj picks you up and you drive over to the bar.

entering the bar, which seems to be a bit packed tonight, you spot the guys sitting a table near the far corner. eddie and harry wave at you with smiles. passing through the crowd trying to not bump into people, you make your way towards your friends. but you’re walking, you notice peter is talking to someone. a tall, bulky figure whose dark brown hair and muscular shoulders you recognize any day.

oh shit- that’s your neighbor.

peter seems to notice your presence when he turns to see you and mj arriving, a bright, dorky smile plastered on his face. but your eyes are already glued on your neighbor, whose his eyes meets your own and match your surprised expression. your heart freezes the moment your eyes meet.

“hey!” he quickly walks over to mj and gives her a quick kiss which she reciprocates. “i want you guys to meet an old buddy of mine.”

he wraps an arm around miguel, giving his shoulder a light pat which miguel seems to be agitated about. “this is miguel, my old pal from high school.”

hold up- he knows peter? peter knows him?

they went to high school together?

what kind of fucking coincidence is this?

everyone greets him with kind hellos and smiles but you’re just staring at him with wide eyes. eddie winked at you which you glared in return. peter seems to notice the tension between you two.

“you uh know each other?” he gestures at you and miguel with a hand.

you blink feverishly, tearing away from his gaze. “uh yeah… we’re neighbors.” awkwardness in your tone.

you don’t miss the way peter’s eyes light up in enthusiasm. “no way! really? that’s cool! guess you won’t have to only talk to me, huh bud?” he gives miguel another pat on the shoulder.

miguel, on the other hand, still looks agitated and slightly embarrassed. shit maybe you made it more awkward for him. but peter is the one putting him on the spotlight so it’s not entirely your fault.

“cállete.” the taller man grumbles before giving you a quick glance then looks away.

you two don’t say much to each other after that awkward encounter. miguel joins you and your friends. you, mj and eddie on one side of the table. miguel, peter, and harry on the other. coincidentally you and miguel sit across from each other, acting as if you don’t know one another. it’s mainly everyone else keeping the conversation going while sipping on beer, you’ll participate like usual pretending his appearance doesn’t affect you. not in a bad way, it’s just odd yet amusing your neighbor is sitting across from you along with your group of friends.

throughout the night, you feel the tension between you and miguel. his eyes on you the entire time, making you feel warm. you play it cool, pretending it’s not affecting you but really it is. the tension wrapped around your neck. especially whenever you talk, oh you definitely feel his gaze. your heart pumping a bit faster than usual. it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, just nervous. your neighbor, a very attractive man, observing your every move.

when he isn’t looking at you, you’d sneak glances at him. you can’t help but admire the soft, golden lighting of the bar does wonders on his facial features. damn he looks majestic as hell. those cheekbones stick out. an amazing side profile. you quickly look away when he turns back, both of you unintentionally sipping your beer simultaneously.

later on, you notice your bottle is empty. one beer is enough for tonight, will ask for a water instead. after telling your friends you’ll be right back, you head over to the bar and politely ask for water. the bartender nods with a kind smile and retrieves your requested beverage. while waiting, you suddenly feel a presence next to you. looking aside, it’s miguel.

“otra moledo, pro fav.” he requests.

the bartender gives him a nod after he returns with your water. you thank him with a kind smile and take a sip of your water, not meeting miguel’s gaze.

“i guess we can never get away from each other.”

“i guess not.” he indulged in your joke.

“so, been friends since high school? sounds magical.” some sarcasm in your tone.

that earns you a light scoff from him. “con ese huevón, it’s the opposite.”

“figured.” a little smile on your face. “peter is special.”

“an idiot most of the time. surprised he’s engaged but good for him.”

“yeah, crazy but they’re good for each other.” you spare a glance at peter and mj.

his friend engaged to your friend. how can it be more of a fucking coincidence? goddamn.

“how did you guys become friends?” curiosity got the best of you. now, you finally look at him. sometimes you forget to crane all your neck up just to meet his eyes. curse him for being so damn tall.

the bartender returns with his moledo and miguel quickly thanks then takes a sip. “robotics club.”

your eyes widen. “you were in robotics club?”

he can hear the amusement in your tone. “what? is that so hard to believe?” he looks at you with a teasing expression, one brow arched.

you can’t help but chuckle a little. “honestly, by your demeanor, kinda.”

the man huffs, shaking his head with a very faint smile on his face. the very first smile you’ve ever seen. not to mention you caused it. you can’t deny the way your heart flutters at the sight.

“well, i was. before i got signed up, i was interested in robotics. since i was a kid, i liked building things.”

you tilt your head a little, evidently interested. “did you win any competitions?”

he confirms with a nod. “four.”

your brows raise in surprise. “damn, you really did enjoy building things, that’s pretty cool.”

the man huffs in amusement. “you?”

“me?” you scoff. “well, i definitely didn’t build cool stuff and won awards for them in high school.”

that earns you a quiet chuckle from him. a sound that makes your heart flutter. a sound you’ve never heard him make but you managed to do so.

you look off to the side, acrylic nails quietly tapping the glass filled with water. “i was a choir girl.”

what you don’t see is the tiny smirk on his face. “a choir girl? not surprised.” audible amusement in his tone, making you look back at him which causes his smirk to grow a bit wider.

“what do you mean by that?” your brows furrowed, a little smile on your lips.

“i heard you singing the other night.”

oh… shit.

singing is one of your hobbies. sometimes you’d sing in the shower, mainly when you used to live with no next door neighbor. but that one night he’s talking about, you were really in the mood and didn’t realize you were singing a bit louder than usual. as ironic as it is, you’re shy in singing in front of others, mainly people you don’t know or not in choir.

you forgot someone lived on the other side of the wall. he heard you and it was during the night. fuck, you could’ve woken him up. oh now you really wanna facepalm yourself out of embarrassment.

“oh shit… my bad. i’m sorry if i woke you. after five months of no next door neighbor, i got used to singing without worrying.”

miguel can see the panic and embarrassment illustrated on your face. a small wave of guilt hits him. “you didn’t, although i was surprised for a second but it’s fine so don’t feel bad.” he said reassuringly.

but truthfully, he enjoyed hearing you. such an angelic voice. it reminded him of aurora singing in the woods from sleeping beauty when he and his younger brother gabriel watched disney movies with the neighbors’ kids when he was a child.

the embarrassment still lingers in your veins. even though he reassured you it was okay, you still feel a bit guilty. now you have to remind yourself there is someone behind that wall, have to be respectful.

you haven’t realized your friends have been waiting for you to come back until you notice peter waving at you guys. eddie flashes a little smirk, making you glare in return. you’ve been standing here having your own tiny conversation that you completely forgot the friends you’re meant to hang with tonight.

“we should head back.” you softly chuckle, miguel nods as you both head back to the group.

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it’s a little past 11:00 pm when you decide to call it a night. the original plan was for mary jane to take you home but miguel offered to take you instead since you guys live in the same place. his offer surprised you but it makes sense so you accept.

mj gives you a teasing look, a very faint smirk and a raised brow but you roll your eyes and give her a hug, hoping it would shut her up.

why can’t people understand you’re just neighbors? or possibly friends? it’s annoying as hell.

you completely forgot this man drives a motorcycle. when you head over to where his bike is parked, you feel a bit anxious. it’s been years since you’ve rode one, not since your ex boyfriend from high school. he used to drive you around town when you two were supposed to be doing homework. it was the sweet teenage romance portrayed in movies.

miguel noticed your apprehension. his brows furrowed a little. “never ridden one before?”

“no i have, it’s just been years…”

“if you’re uncomfortable about it then we can take an uber but i promise you,” the sincerity in his tone makes you look up at him “you’ll be safe with me, i won’t let anything happen to you.”

whoa, his words your heart fluttered like crazy. those mesmerizing mahogany eyes boring into yours filled with sincerity makes your heart race.

“o-okay.”

hoping on the bike, with miguel’s assistance by holding your hand, you never realize how big motorcycles are. or maybe you’re just that short, either way the bike is big. not to mention it’s cold as hell, feeling the cold sensation through your jeans.

he passes his helmet to you. unfortunately, it’s the only one since he came by himself.

“wait- what about you?”

“don’t worry about it, chica. i’ve rode without one before so it’s no problem.”

you huff, a little smile on your lips as you put of the helmet. it’s big on you, even with the strap adjusted.

the minute he gets on the bike, black leather covers your vision. his broad back to you. the starting engine startles you a little. you don’t see the little smirk on miguel’s face at your reaction.

“¿estas lista?” his head turns to the side, seeing you from his peripheral.

you hum with a nod. at first, you’re hesitant to touch him since you’ve never been this close before. but you have no other choice so you have to. very slowly, you wrap your arms around his waist. touching him ever so lightly to not trigger his comfort.

miguel chuckled at your hesitation. “gotta hold on tighter, chica.”

you immediately do when he slowly starts driving off. clinging onto him like your life depends on it. not that he’s speeding like wild but because he’s only your source of security. like mentioned before, it’s been years since you’ve rode a motorcycle. but the warmth radiating from his body soothe your worries.

even through the leather, you can feel the warmth. all the worries of falling or slipping off the bike slowly fades away by the radiating warmth. you can’t help but relax, gently resting your head on his back, finding comfort in his body warmth. not only comfort but security too. there isn’t an exact reason why but just his strong, bulky presence makes you feel safe.

miguel can sense your relaxed self, making the corners of his lips lift up ever so slightly. breaking into a very small smile when you grip on his jacket a bit tighter when he makes a sharp turn. the small, muffled gasp escaping your lips.

for him, it’s been years since he taken someone on his bike. prior to signing up, in fact. some girl he was hanging out with but never got serious due to his departure. it was always him and his bike.

until now and he enjoys it.

the drive was quiet yet enjoyable, breezing through the streets. a rememberable moment. you return home safely. as miguel parked the bike and turned off the bike, you take the helmet off.

“you okay?” he asks, his head to the side.

“yeah, it was fun.”

he lightly smiled at that.

after hoping off the bike and handing back his helmet, you enter the complex building. miguel opens the entrance door for you. it made your heart skip a beat. what a gentleman.

“thanks for driving me home.” you said as you approach your apartment door.

“of course.” miguel walks over to his door.

“tonight was interesting.” a tiny smile on your face, recapping tonight’s memories.

he agrees with a hum. “yeah, never thought we would be in the same place.”

you nod slowly. “me either. well… night.” just as you reach for the door handle, his voice stops you.

“wait—” he softly calls out, causing you to look back at him. “is your sink working alright?”

you’re a bit surprised by his question, mainly the fact he remembers. it’s kinda sweet of him to remember still. “oh yeah, it’s fine. no problems since.”

“that’s good. no other problems?”

you think for a moment but thought of nothing. “nope, everything’s fine.” you lightly shake your head.

miguel hums in approval with a nod.

this man is really considerate. of course you remember his offer to fix things for you if needed. in fact, it never left your mind. so generous of him. sometimes you feel a bit guilty because he’s willing to fix your troubles, especially for free. you’re gonna convince him to pay him back one day.

you say goodnight to each other, miguel watching you enter your apartment before entering his own. ending the night with little knowledge of each other and a fun little journey back home.

the beginning of new journeys ahead… maybe?

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Part 1 - Warning: Suicide mention.

Tags: Haunted house, anypov (?), yandere level: low. Theme: romance, spooky? (Not that much) Words: 1500 (~7 minutes)

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You stared at your phone, looking incredulously at the screen. The apartment was dirt cheap and thirty minutes from the university you attended. This really can’t be real... there had to be a catch, you knew that meant for sure there was something wrong with it, but as you eyed the price again, you just couldn’t bring yourself to let this opportunity pass, not after looking for so long.

When you first visited, the place appeared abandoned, with cobwebs and covered in a thin layer of dust. The landlord, a formal-looking man, reassured you that all appliances, despite the old appearance, were working perfectly.

“And well, if you need anything fixed, I will do it for you in a heartbeat, alright?” The man says, with a wide charming smile on his face, “Don’t be shy to come to me.” He says, patting away the dust from the top of the microwave.

You eyed the place, your eyes landing back to his. “If you don’t mind me asking... Why is it so cheap?” You ask, noticing the dust covered hoops with half made embroideries of delicate flowers, maybe someone old who passed away...? you think to yourself.

“Heh...” He says, with a humorlessly chuckle to himself, his smile quickly faltering “Well... a guy… he… you know...” He says with a slight tremble to his voice, rubbing his arm nervously “Sorry... It’s hard even thinking about it... I wish I could have done more...”

Your eyes widened slightly, quickly acknowledging what he was trying to say. You looked at him with a sympathetic gaze, taking his words in “Oh, I’m so sorry I… I didn’t realize.“  

“It’s alright, pal.” He says reassuringly, putting on a braver front. “I’m actually more worried about you now, you know? You alright with that?” He walks closer, carefully putting a hand on your shoulder. “Things like these make folks uncomfortable. I myself wouldn’t be able to do it.“

You stare at him, before looking away “Well... it’s pretty disturbing, obviously...-”, you say with a sigh “-but I really need it so...”

“I get you, I do,” He nods. “Hopefully, I can make you feel at home. Call my number if you need something, anything, alright? I really am not kidding,” He furrowed his brows, looking at the piles of hoops with a pensive look “So-” He suddenly clasps his hands together putting on a weaker smile than before “-when you move in it will be all cleaned up, I got you”

You mirrored his small smile with one of your own. “Thanks, Will.”

It’s been one week since you have moved in and you have settled in nicely. William did a good job cleaning everything. When you came back, it was almost like you stepped into a completely different place. Even the air of the place was new and lighter, even if still slightly cold.

Ever since then, nothing unusual has happened. You spend your days the same as any other day, just now in a smaller home than before.

Well, almost nothing unusual. The house was always chilly, making weird noises from time to time, and you often had nightmares about a tall man just standing at the foot of your bed, watching you sleep. But you would not let your paranoia drive you away from the best apartment you’ve found after almost a month of searching. Ghosts, demons, and such didn’t exist, after all. When the semester starts, it will be all worth it, you repeat to yourself, trying to find some solace in this situation.

Once you got home that evening after going out to buy your groceries, you noticed an odd recent addition to your wall, just by the entrance, a CO2 meter. Did William install it while you were gone? It was odd though, you never thought he would be the type of landlord to just enter your place uninvited. It was unlike him to invade your privacy.

You decide to take out your phone. Looking at the contacts, you send a quick message to him, trying to understand his intentions. Could it be something that was scheduled that I didn’t know about?  You thought to yourself as you typed your message, “Hey will, what’s up with the CO2 meter?” You hit send, putting your phone aside for a moment on the counter to unload your groceries.

“CO2 meter?” the screen lights up with his reply. You quickly pick your phone back up to reply, “The one you installed?” you furrow your brows, staring at his text with a confused look. Did he forget?  You keep staring at your screen, anxiously waiting for a reply... 

“I didn’t install a CO2 meter.”

“Is everything okay? Do you need me to come over??”

You suddenly feel the familiar cold from the apartment enveloping your body, making you shiver slightly. What could this even mean for you? Would someone really break inside your place only to put something like this and nothing else...? You for sure needed to take that thing down at least It might be a hidden camera or something.

“I don’t know, to be honest.” You reply to him.

“I looked at the cameras in the hallway for you, but I found nothing, pal.” He said, fixing his glasses on his nose with one hand.

William was sitting at your table, sipping on the cup of tea you had given him. He arrived not much later after your text, coming immediately to check on you. “It’s too damn bad I can’t be more helpful here. Even the cameras on the outside found nothing unusual.” He says, taking another sip of his tea.

You were leaning against the wall, staring at him while holding your own cup of tea, the warmth of the liquid providing you a sliver of comfort in this situation. “It’s okay... this is already better news than I expected,” you say as you shift your weight onto your other leg. “Maybe it was always there and, ugh, I don’t know, maybe I didn’t notice it before.” 

“Well... hah...” He brought the cup to his lips, hesitating before taking a drink of the hot liquid. “I noticed something though...” He continues, “It’s nothing horrible, I mean… It’s just... well, you can see for yourself” He lowered his cup to the table, bringing his phone out of his pocket.

You sit down in the chair by his side, dragging the chair closer to him. When your shoulders touch, William flinches slightly, but keeps the phone in place. You look between his eyes and the screen with a curious look.

The screen of his phone showed you the camera feed of your hallway. The timestamp showed it was around noon, a few hours before you found the CO2 meter on your wall. It was empty, no one coming or going. 

“Around here,” William said, forwarding the video. Nothing changed, still the same empty hallway. Before you could ask him what he had seen, the feed showed your door opening. No one came out, of course. You weren’t at home.

Then… the door closed by itself, the same way it had opened.

“What...” you muttered, staring at the screen with wide eyes. “But I locked the door...”

“I imagined you did.” He looks at you, an uncertain look on his face. “What do you think of setting cameras inside here? I could lend you one of mine.”

“Maybe...” you say, still shaken by what you had seen. You feel the chilly atmosphere of the house again, creeping up your spine. “I wasn’t so much worried about the meter anymore, but this is something else.”

He leans back against his chair, creating some distance between you two as he puts his phone away. “Look, I’m not trying to imply anything, but these sorts of things have been happening all the time. Folks come here, these things happen... they leave.”

He grabs the cup once again, running his finger over the rim of the cup. “I am not one to believe in ghosts, but…”

“If these things exist, at least the fella who is haunting you is the least dangerous ghost you could have, hm?” He says with a small smile, a wistful look on his face.

You raise an eyebrow at his statement, while he could be right, it’s hard to believe, given your circumstances “Well, he is still creeping me out, even if that’s the case...” You say harshly, suddenly feeling the cold air of the room leaving.

He nods understandingly “Mhm, I can understand,” he pauses, emptying his cup of now lukewarm tea and standing up to put the cup on the sink “I don’t know why, but it’s been a lot more active with you than with everyone else... when you sat close to me just now, I felt like someone was staring daggers at me! Hahaha!”

He finishes washing his own cup, walking to stand in front of you. “If you see him, tell him I miss his nerdy ass!” he says, grinning widely. “Let’s just install those cameras so you can sleep easy at night, alright?”

[shunin-gumis]

Netaro Initial SSR Story

Netaro's Soulmate Search, Group Date Edition (Part 2)

Momiji: It's finally the day of the group date!

Netaro: Oooh...! This place is crawling with unfamiliar humans. I am feeling quite stimulated!

Momiji: Netaro-kun is all hyped up too.

Momiji: We spent a lot of time practicing his conversational skills, and eventually he'd improved quite a bit!

Momiji: At least, I think.

~~~~~~(flashback start)

Akuta: Ohohohohoho, top o' the mornin' to ya Kotaro-san! I hope the weather is crazy good today too!

Netaro: Ohohohoho, indeed! The weather has been so pleasant lately that it has been quite easy to leave the laundry out to dry, yes!

~~~~~~(flashback end)

Momiji: ... I'm sure that counts as small talk, right? Yeah. Let's just put it that way.

Momiji: Oh, people have already split up and are sitting down at the tables that have been set up for the occasion...

Momiji: All that's left is to go for it...! Do your best, Netaro-kun!

~~~~~~

The gyaru sitting nearby: Hey hey~ Where'd you come from? I was born and raised right here in HAMA~

Netaro: I have arrived from a planet far beyond~ All for the sake of meeting you.

The gyaru sitting nearby: For reals? That's crazy~

The cheery guy sitting across: I gotta know, where'd you get those threads? The color is sick as hell dude.

Netaro: Right? Isn't it just so?

Momiji: Oh? Looks like it's going well? Maybe I don't have to worry after all...

Kind-looking man: Um, it's my first time attending a group date. It's kinda nerve-wracking huh?

Momiji: R-Right? It's my first time too. I accompanied a friend here today...

Momiji: This is feels kinda refreshing. It's a different kind of experience from when I deal with tourists.

Momiji: I see... this is one way to enjoy a group date I guess!

~~~~~~

Cheery guy Yamada: Thanks Netaro-kun, I'll call ya later~

Netaro: I shall wait eagerly, Yamada. For we are best pals now.

Netaro: Fufu, how was that, Doudou! Were you watching me? Did you see? I managed to hold a proper "conversation"!

Momiji: -Ah! I remember that store! How nostalgic~

Kind-looking man: I didn't think I'd get to meet someone who knew that place. I barely get the chance to talk about it...

Netaro: ...Hmph.

Netaro: Doudou.

Momiji: W-what's wrong!? Weren't you just having a conversation over there...?

Netaro: I... feel upset for some reason. I need you to look at me more.

Netaro: I managed to display the fruits of our training after all. Should you not be praising me by now?

Netaro: Go on, pat me. Praise me more~

Kind-looking man: Um...?

Momiji: This is bad, he looks confused...!

Netaro: Oh I see, you did not get to witness the results with your own eyes.

Netaro: Then I shall converse with you now! Doudou, what are your hobbies? Tell me, tell me~

Choice 1: But that would be missing the point.

Momiji: But that's not the point of this exercise, Netaro-kun. Netaro: Hm? Momiji: Netaro-kun, I want you to be able to find your Beatrice. That's why we came to this group date, so you could meet all kinds of people. Momiji: Right now, you should be talking to other people, not me, right? We'll talk more when we get back home. Netaro: ... Netaro: I see. Understood. Netaro: You. I apologize for intruding on your conversation suddenly. Kind-looking man: Oh, no, it's alright. Are the two of you friends...? Netaro: Indeed. You may call me Netaro Yowa. I am the 18th Ward Mayor of HAMA Tours!

Choice 2: My hobby is... traveling.

Momiji: My hobby... Well, I do love traveling. Momiji: Now that it's come to this, I should throw a topic to Netaro-kun. I'm sure he knows how to go with the flow now... Kind-looking man: Travel, huh. That's great, I really enjoy it too. Netaro: In that case, you should participate in one of our tours at "HAMA Tours". You will get a taste of hospitality that you have never experienced before.

Kind-looking man: Wait, you work at HAMA Tours!? Please do tell me more, I've been wanting to join a tour there since before!

Netaro: Ooh~ Why of course! I'll tell you all there is to know about it from A to Z!

Netaro: Fu~fufun~ La~lala~

Momiji: We weren't able find your Beatrice yet, but you got to make a lot of new friends in the end huh.

Netaro: Indeed! However, this is only the first round of "Beatrice Selection". There will be many many more rounds to come~

Netaro: I shall count on you for the next one too, Doudou.

Momiji: Wait, next time too!?

Momiji: Well, I guess I did have fun. And I'd be too worried to leave him alone...

Momiji: In a way, maybe this could lead to some advertising for HAMA Tours...

Momiji: All right, I'll do my best to find out how you can get to meet a lot more people.

Netaro: You promise, yes? If it ends up being a lie, I'll reconfigure you so that I can launch you through the stratosphere in the flesh, understood?

Momiji: Alright alright, I get it. Let's get some dinner and go home!

Momiji: What do we get today... We talked a lot, so I'm feeling extra hungry.

Netaro: ..........

Netaro: Indeed, I'm feeling quite peckish.

Netaro: You smile over the smallest things. Get surprised easily. Your reactions are always refreshing, and full of life.

Netaro: Kind eyes. A kind voice. Such things are present in this world in abundance, and yet that is precisely why it is so precious.

Netaro: Ha~.........

Netaro: I truly am feeling hungry.

Part 1

[imagine-silk]

Fallout 4 fellas react to a really short sole survivor trying on their clothes and having them be waaay to big XD

Thank you <3 love reading your posts :)

》For whatever reason I can never find anything comfortably too big for me that looks nice weirdly enough. Tragic.

【Codsworth】 "Mum/Sir, I don't think you should be wearing that."

Of course he had spare parts laying around. That included his outer plate. It's 106 lbs of a single sheet metal that makes up his body that is very easy to hide in considering how big he is and how small you are. There is absolutely no way you can walk with it on, you have to sit in it.

【Danse】 "Take that off. It's dirty."

He is a very meticulous person and keeps everything in check, so he knows the only way you got his jumpsuit is if it's dirty. He averts his eyes as you immediately panic and shuck it off.

♡If Romanced; He still looks away.

【Deacon】 "Looking good."

He has a lot of clothes and surprisingly he knows where all of them are. So when one of his costumes goes missing he knows you took it. You're the only one who could have took it. If you take his glasses he has a million other pairs. Nice try.

♡If Romanced; He'll wear an outfit to match. Can't have Bonnie without Clyde.

【Hancock】 "Well ain't you a sight."

He's not a tall man by any means so seeing you make his shirt into a dress is funny to him. He'll take off his coat and put it around you to see it drag and watch you trip over yourself.

♡If Romanced; He'll find any excuse to put you in his clothes.

【MacCready】 "Get your own."

He's not too happy about you touching his stuff. That being said, he doesn't do anything but complain. Which is saying something because he has ripped his jacket off of someone before.

If Romanced; Strangely he'll complain more, fishing for affection for his 'services'.

【Nick】 "You need a map to find your way outta there, doll/pal?"

He'll tease you, obviously. There he was reading the paper and you walk in with his coat wrapped around you. The lengths he goes not to laugh would make a hiker blush.

✧If Platonic; He'll pat you on the head and call you 'kid'. He thinks it's the cutest thing and let you borrow it from time to time.

【Preston】 "There's my coat."

He was looking for it all morning only to find you wearing his stuff on accident. It never occurred to him you might have taken it. He has no strong feelings about it. If you don't immediately give it back he won't ask for it, he'll just change into something else.

♡If Romanced; He'll drop his hat on you too. You give it back though because it slips down a lot.

【X6-88】 "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

The clothes he wears are restrictive and not very comfortable, even his surfacer clothes. But for you it's more than accommodating, too accommodating. He will ask for his clothes back though.

♡If Romanced; It awakens something in him. The fact you can bring the Commonwealth to it's knees and be so small it wild.

[lefaystrent]

One random day, Patton declares he is going on vacation. He will be leaving the mindscape for awhile, and it's up to the rest of the gang to hold down the fort while he's gone.

"You're Thomas's sense of Morality; you can't just go on vacation," Logan points out.

Patton's grin goes a little too wide, his eyes a little too intense. "Watch me."

Remus bobs his head up and down to check him out. "Since when do you do the ominous thing? I thought that was my thing. Are we playing around with each other's thingies?"

"No–thing wrong with switching things up now and then," Patton says cheerfully.

Virgil squints. "Are you Deceit in disguise?"

"I am sitting right next to you, Virgil," Janus points out. "Also, I wouldn't be caught dead in a floral print."

"Are you going to Hawaii? Without me?!" Roman demands, eyeing Patton's– well, Hawaiian shirt he's donned on rather than his usual polo.

"Now, now Roman, this is nothing personal kiddo. I'm just taking some much needed me-time. So I'll need to take this journey alone."

"Oh thank God," Janus mutters while Logan blinks rapidly, flabbergasted. Logan spits out, "We are all personified pieces of one man's personality. By the nature of our existence, you can't be alone."

"That's quitter talk," Remus butts in. He literally turns and shows them his butt for some reason, though thankfully with pants still on. "Want me to yeet you out the door, Daddy-o? See how far you can go? Or maybe load you into a ballista and send you hurtling to a beautiful bludgeoning death?"

"No thanks, bud," Patton says far too good-naturedly. "Our dear lord in Heaven gave me two perfectly good legs to walk with. I think I'll be fine."

"You're serious? Just– what, gonna walk out the door?" Virgil questions sharply. Skeptical he may be, he seems somewhat interested in seeing how far Patton will take this bit.

"Absolutely! There's a whole big wide world out there! So much to do! So much to see!"

"So what's wrong with taking the back steets," both Remus and Roman sing at the same time.

"You guys will be fine for a while without me. But just in case you miss me, I have provided each of you with your very own Patton Pal."

They each look down into their hands where a small, stuffed version of Patton materializes. It has stitched in glasses, a removable Cardigan, and its mouth is in the shape of a heart.

"What," they all respond collectively.

"If you feel lonely or need a hug, you just give your Patton Pal there a good ole squeeze! That should tide you over until I get back. Anyways, I'm gonna skeddadle now. Bye! Love you!"

And Patton walks out the front door.

Dad has left the building.

Roman ponders with pursed lips, "Sooo, did we just get abandoned?"

"Nah, I'm sure he's just gone out to pick up some milk."

"Thank you, Remus."

Virgil rises up from the couch and strides over to the door in a huff. "Alright Pat, you can come out now."

The door swings open. A brick wall is revealed where there once was not one.

"Uhhh, guys?" Virgil asks the group, stepping back. Unconsciously, he grips his Patton Pal a little tighter.

"What in the Chris Angel Mindfreak?" Remus questions and taps at the brick. His nail makes a scraping sound along the mortar. Curious, he examines his finger and licks it.

"Did he trap us in the Mindscape?" Roman asks, squeezing in between his brother to test the solidity of the wall. It is indeed a wall.

"Is this his villain origin story?"

Janus rolls his eyes at the twins. "Patton's just serious for a change, that's all. He doesn't want to be followed, and obviously he must be out hanging with Thomas. Really now, have some sense."

"You do know who you're talking to, right?" Virgil asks him waving at the twins, to which Janus gives a saucy, "Touche."

Logan sighs and begins ascending the stairs.

"What, you're just gonna leave too?" Virgil calls after him.

"I have work to do, as I'm sure the rest of you do. Patton will return once he tires of this stunt."

Logan is gone and now it's just the four of them.

"Someone's salty about being abandoned," Roman comments too loudly.

"FALSEHOOD!"

"Alllll byyyyy myseeeelffff," Remus sings off-key.

Virgil debates whether to follow Logan up or try a window next. He stares down into the beady, button eyes of his Patton Pal doll.

"Need a hug?" Janus asks him teasingly, watching him.

Virgil scoffs and shoves the plush into his hoodie pocket. It's bulky, but it fits.

Will it stay there?

Will Patton ever return?

Will the sides use this time to overcome their differences and bond as a true family?

Find out next time on "Episodes From The Mindscape"!

The screen flicks off.

[sunflower1experiment]

“He won’t try any bullshit with me”

Tw// Harm, Assault, trauma, workplace abuse

“….Curly are you stupid?” Curly blinks at the words that left [Name]’s lips, “Excuse me?”

“Exactly, see how dumb I sound asking and acting casual with my own Captain. If Jimmy is willing to make crude sex jokes towards Anya but not with you what does that tell me?” He looks away, they were right but what does that have to do with Anya.

[Name] snaps their finger at him, “He sees you as someone to emotionally respect meanwhile us who’re vulnerable, the minority are stuck with that dumb ah behavior! We are not his friends we are coworkers and so are you.” With that they left, walking past Anya who was listening intently.

“Don’t let their words hurt you too much, they just can’t stand it when…well people excuse others. Their heart is probably racing and they feel guilt…you okay?” Anya pats Curly’s arm, knowing that Curly was sensitive about the crew’s happiness and health.

“They will come around but, at this moment their trust with you is tense.”

Anya was right, they truly despised Jimmy since that crude joke. Anya occasionally shut them down with her firm glance but [Name] never let Jimmy near Anya. Heck anytime he called they’d appear to help, it made Curly worry. So the night they went to bed, he called them to his side at the common area.

“[Name], I get it, you want Anya to be safe-“

“Anya can take care of herself, I want all of us to be safe. I don’t want to lose my mental sleep because some golden boy and his little boy toy want to cover for one another.” [Name] leans back in their gown, staring up at the screen.

“…….You and him are typical, typical creepy guy. Oh so insecure always needing his successful pal to save him, meanwhile he screws the guy over….I wonder how many times did he fail on earth before coming here? Eh? Captain?” Curly stares, silent, they got him. He knows it, he has to take responsibility somehow.

“….Sorry, I-I didn’t know you hated Jimmy-“

[Name] groans, their eyes roll and they were exasperated. “I don’t hate him, I’m just not going to take another day of some bastard who sees me and Anya as nothing more than that damned Polle statue, make no mistake Curly. He won’t try any bull with you until he has the upper hand then once that high power stroke is over he’ll crawl back to you.”

They walk out, heading to their sleeping quarters.

Why, why was their paranoia right? What was the reason?

They stared at Curly then at Jimmy’s broken leg, “…..I told you Curly.”

Curly’s cold blue eyes match their energy while Jimmy laid on the floor, scared, crying over his leg. “Shut up! You want to cry? Think about how much pain she was in…”

Their heart beat was practically hitting their eardrums, “Every day you wander this place thinking you’re in charge? What because you’re a co pilot…”

[Name] steps on the gunshot wound, staring Jimmy dead in the eyes. “…..You’re lucky Curly needs a co pilot..”

It went quiet, until Curly restrained the crewmate and he had them sent to their sleeping quarters. Where they remain for the time being, it was quiet.

Anya was pregnant, that made them snap. They’ve heard horror stories, lost friends, family even. To people who hurt them and then killed them for situations involving kids, as if it were their fault….Jimmy knew that it was his fault but only wanted her to carry the blame…

So they scuffled over the gun, Jimmy lost his balance and they pulled the trigger on his leg. Anya stared in horror, she felt horrible, because of what happened.

[Name] didn’t realize how this would have affected her, all they wanted was revenge for Anya….it’s not about them…in a way they acted like Jimmy….what would Anya have wanted?

Anya hugs [Name], “I’m sorry Anya…”

“No, its not your fault, its his and Pony Express…why are you crying?”

[Name] sniffles, “He would’ve killed you, and I never considered your feelings…I was just so angry at Curly and him…” they hug for a long time.

When they were left alone Curly came in to speak, “….Jimmy is fine, can still fly but he’ll have to be carried slightly or use crutches…” It goes quiet, “….if he had the chance you’d be next to deal with his abuse…”

The thought of his old pal hurting him…it scared him but he kept defending and even told Anya he knew him…what kind of person says that to someone who’s traumatized. Curly truly didn’t have anything else to say. While [Name] remains stoic, “…..Heh Pony Express will dock our pay…tragic huh? Our pay will get docked because these damned fools practically set us up for an abusive…work space..”

[Name] slides to the floor, “Then again, being laid off especially after all this. I’d rather just spend time in jail and watch Jimmy follow suite with Pony Express..”

“[Name] you don’t mean that-“

They cut hum off with a cold glare, it was the fact that they did mean it. They wanted to face the consequences, take responsibility for the harm they caused. [Name] remains in their room, occasionally going out to help Jimmy or co pilot with Curly. The occasional simple conversation between the two, overlaps the fear [Name] had “…..It’s tragic ain’t it. Going to jail, especially with how I am…or maybe Pony Express will force us to do an NDA….”

Curly looks at them, while they glance at him. “Captain…did you plan to help Jimmy?”

“No! I just- I wanted to fix everything but-“

[Name] sighs, “You’re only human, I can only blame you for your naivety and incapability towards handling it like a captain under stress…but then again, if Jimmy weren’t your friend would you have. Say I don’t know….” Curly felt hurt at those words, did they truly not deem him worthy?

“It’s not that I find you incapable of being captain. It’s just, how you let him verbally abuse…you…what was he like outside of Pony Express?” It was quiet, and the two went back to being quiet. “….I’m sorry. You aren’t perfect or bad, but you’re not good either…this is Jimmy’s and Pony Express’s fault..”

Curly holds his co worker’s hand and they share a semblance together, some hours later that they walked out and note Jimmy’s incapacitated state. “What? You both here to mock me?”

Curly sighs, “….I assumed you were misunderstood and going through a lot…” Jimmy remains quiet. “[Name] will face their time in solitary confinement but you. You have to take responsibility…”

He helps Jimmy to his bedroom from the medbay, “Whether you like it or not.”

Pony Express shut down. But ended up getting sued for abusive behavior and conduct for the work space of its employees. Jimmy was arrested and sentenced, while [Name] they were deemed unfit to be working with others for the time being. So they were sentenced to probation, Curly used that opportunity to have them stay at his home until things got better.

Anya, while the unborn baby was miscarried, due to stress and the lack of food nutrients for her. She chose to try and get back into the medical field, [Name] helped using their money from Pony Express including money they saved over the years. Daisuke after he found out used this opportunity to help Anya and asked his mother for help as well, Swansea while he was gruff and strict.

It was obvious he cared for their safety and while he did go on low contact with them after the trip for his retirement vacation, he made sure to support the two. Once he returned though, it was sort of emotional, Daisuke had became a mechanic and enjoyed his passion as an artist. Curly oddly enough was working with [Name] on his next job coverage, “You like skiing, why not just work at some snow resort…or you could try, not sure get a job as a manager at some deliverance company…”

“Yea right.” Curly chuckles, “The snow resort works…”

He types in a resume. Making sure to include his portfolio, “You plan on getting a job?”

“They plan to put “Shot coworker” as my background check so, not sure…I did plan on working at a library or a garden center…”

He clears his throat when Anya walks in and kisses [Name] on the cheek, “You’ll figure it out. We know the truth, if you ever need help just recommend us.”

Hearing that reassurance was enough to convince them to work on it, meanwhile this ankle monitor was not flattering. “….Jeez…how many more months?”

“About four? You did say it was self defense but ya know how the system is, also Daisuke and Swansea are coming over.” [Name] groans while leaning on Anya’s chest.

“Man…our throuple coupling is going to confuse them.”

“Well not really, you and Anya are together and I’m the boyfriend kind of guy who’s friends with Anya and dating you- why are you staring?” Their side eyeing makes Anya chuckle, indeed they were living together. But jeez is Curly’s jokes terrible.

Didn’t stop the soon to be doctor from laughing, meanwhile Daisuke busts in with Swansea behind him. “Hello everyone! Your favorite mechanic is here!”

“Yea yea, shut it and get inside. I don’t know how Curly can handle such cold areas!” Swansea walks in with some cans of Arizana tea, “Got us some tea.” When he set them down, [Name] and Daisuke grabbed a can then drank them immediately.

“Alright so how’s med school?”

Anya beams at Daisuke’s question, “So I’ve been studying the human anatomy and also got in trouble for questioning my instructor, which it made sense. They were talking about how some people have higher pain tolerance which just simply isn’t possible for one group. It’s a rare occurrence and medical condition that will kill someone.”

[Name] leans on their companion, “Ah my beautiful doctor is so smart….” They chuckle when Anya pushes their face to the side. “And to make things better, I have straight As in my class. Just gotta watch [Name] they won’t stop eating sweet cereal.”

“Those peanut butter Crunxhes are good.” Giving them a playful eye roll, the three converse while Curly and Swansea exchange some words. “So, any updates?”

Curly shakes his head, “He just….sorta pleaded guilty. His final words to me was that he would’ve taken care of it…I…he was delusional, I was too blind to see…” Swansea places a hand on his shoulder.

“Curly the best ya could do was listen and acknowledge. It’s a good thing you had [Name], otherwise who knows what would’ve happened.”

Curly thinks back to his last conversation with Jimmy.

“Guess you got what you wanted huh? Leaving me behind, climbing up that ladder of yours?” It was quiet between the two so called friends.

“Curly…I’m sorry, I never meant-“

“Sorry for what….”

“For what I did, I’m taking responsibility.” Curly stares at him with a cold glare, “Taking responsibility for what?”

It goes quiet again. Then Jimmy starts to question him, “Can’t a guy apologize without you questioning his apology? I said sorry-“

“Thats the thing Jimmy. You’re not really sorry, because if you were you would’ve said why. It was easy to admit to it in court because to you it relieves you of having to actually apologize to Anya…doesn’t it? Heh, I just know if [Name] weren’t around we’d all be dead because of you…tragic how all it takes was for another person, and the loss of Anya’s autonomy, to make me understand how terrible you are…I’m a terrible Captain. But that doesn’t matter to you, as long as you get some form of authority over someone right?”

Curly stands, “You’re a mess, and I’m not cleaning you up…”

With that he left, leaving Jimmy alone to his own accord.

—

[Name] nudges Curly, their hand rests on him. “You okay?”

He lets [Name] lay on his shoulder while he sighs tiredly, “I’m tired…and a fool..”

“You’re just…imperfect Curly, I’d feel safe with you in terms of happiness and joy but it’d take time to rekindle the safety of support. But I thank you for helping Anya and I out…” Curly presses his head on theirs, they stay still before hugging comfortably.

“I’ll go to the guest room, Anya probably needs her companion during smash bros against Daisuke and Swansea.” [Name] waves while Curly shakes his head, “Agreed, I’ll just be alone…..and watching Kdramas.”

“…….Me and the crew will be out in two.”

That night they watched Kdramas with Daisuke and Swansea.

[lotus02lavish]

✐✎ Yandere! Samurai Jack x Gn! Reader

➳{Never Ending Love}➳

"They call me Jack, Samurai Jack."

《🌹↬Headcanons 🧠// Romantic 💋// Samurai Jack 💌// Violence 💘》

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No longer the suffering of loneliness staying in his travels far and wide since you always accompany him, you are the one that makes Samurai Jack feel comfortable and perfectly natural with his full trust in you. No matter what happens next, he never wants to abandon you.

When a wicked creature or a new twisted robot is able to capture you as a bait for the samurai to come and rescue you, Yandere! Samurai Jack will not rest for days and will never stop looking every single place for you. By the time the stoic hero eventually found you, he cold-bloodedly sliced the kidnapper into ribbons, rage and brutality taking over his mind. "How could you take [Name] away from me!?"

Always overprotecting you from anything in this dystopian future, especially from Aku. If that foul demon ever dares to lay a finger on you, Samurai Jack will definitely be merciless than he ever was before, and make sure that shape-shifting master of darkness does not have evil plans involving you anymore. "This fight is only between you and I, Aku!"

‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊ The Royal Samurai runs towards you and gently pulls your head into his beating chest, reminding you that his heart is beating for you. Samurai Jack really misses hugging you tightly while fully smelling your scent and patting your back for comfort.  "Don't worry..." Samurai Jack whispered in a gentle tone, "I am here now; you are safe."

Samurai Jack is extra clingy to you, and he many times asks politely: "May I carry you?" "I want to hold you, please?" "Can I keep you this close?" Before picking you up in bridal style, cuddle, rest his head in your lap, and put your head on his shoulder.

If someone else is foolish enough to get near you and is flirty with no manners, Samurai Jack immediately pulls you closer to him, and he sends a death glare at the one who dares bother you. When you are not looking, Samurai Jack quietly eliminates the foe in a blink of an eye and pretends nothing happened.

"Ooh! From the looks of it, I think they're definitely yer type, laddie." Samurai Jack obviously asks his friend, the Scotsman, for guidance on how to be boyfriend material. His best pal just laugh his ass off to see the legendary warrior messing up his flirty and corny lines because of you. At the same time, the Scotsman is still supportive and gives a thumbs up to Samurai Jack becoming a maniac by impressing you with the 'water beetle' and 'peacock dance' moves. You confusedly join with the silly samurai and laugh together.

꒰💌!🌸꒱ "Who confessed first?" To answer that lovely question, it is clear that Samurai Jack reveals his feelings to you. "I have fallen in love with you and will stay that way to the end of time. My love, are you able to see? Our relationship is intended to be."

Yandere! Samurai Jack does not need to stalk you since you likely prefer to be close to him and not wandering everywhere away from his sight. Even so, he does not let his guard down.

Samurai Jack thinks it is cute that you get jealous when some ladies approach him in an attempt to woo and compliment him. The Samurai happily tells those women that you are his significant other, and he will always remind you that no one can ever be your replacement.

"Not even death itself can stop me from protecting you." Samurai Jack does not let death take both of you apart. He cannot lose you. You are the one makes him still feel alive in the faraway future of Aku's. If you die, Samurai Jack will go insane and do anything to bring you back to life. He even also willing to go to the underworld in search of your soul!

As a friendly reminder that Samurai Jack's patience can grow thin, he lashes his anger at you once in a lifetime. This Japanese Prince felt in deep remorse and cannot forgive himself.

This Japanese man positively showers you with the 'princess treatment' every single day and enjoyably intertwined your fingers with his. What is more comforting in the night is the time when he hold you close to his chest for warm and you caress his head.

When Samurai Jack interlocks his fingers with yours and gently swing each other hands back and forth while walking or running together to the faraway lands, he will smile happily, and his cheeks will start warming up. The shy Samurai thought that he is holding the hand of a sweet angel from sacred heaven. (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)◞ (っ≧ω≦)っ

Thereafter, Samurai Jack is touch-starved and patiently waiting for the perfect time and place to be in your warm embrace. Surely, he willingly obey each word you command him. You want him to untie his hairbun down to brush his long hair? Settled! You need to heal his scars and wounds while kissing every boo-boo you find at every inch in his muscular body? With pleasure 😏

You pointed out that he reminds you of a cat because of his eyes, his lips, and his silly acts sometimes. The samurai chuckles as he kisses your forehead and says: "You thought of me as your kitten? I am flattered."

The wandering samurai knew the gaze on each other's eyes with adoration had deeper meaning than words that left to be said. However, Samurai Jack and you cannot stand eye contact too long since both of you end up blushing so much and look away shyly.

In the alternate ending, Jack ultimately realizes that he belongs with all of his friends, including you wearing a crown like his, standing by his side to look upon the bright future ahead, and united to vanquish Aku once and for all time. Finally, you and Jack spend a life of endless bliss. And in years to come, the two of you will reminisce how both of you have brought to the story to an end...

What a wonderful feeling for the prince charming to experience a true love kiss with you! it feels like a sweet fairytale. Oh, he has lovely dreams of you are his spouse, returning to his right time and beloved home together, and living happily ever after.

≫─ "I cannot let you go because...without you by my side, I will not have my happy ending."

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡ ˚₊꒷˚︶ɞ₊˚︶︶꒷꒦˚⊹๑‧₊ ᘏ ︶꒷︶₊·⊹๑⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

The Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

♡ --- "Cause my insides are red

And yours are too

And the red on my face

Is matching you

And goodness you're bleeding

What a wonderful feeling

You're down and you're pleading

My head is just reeling." --- ♡

[sonicstalker123]

Genshin dating headcanons for some of the characters:

Xiao is the kind of guy who’s a bit of a tsundere. He’s not normally the one to give his partner nicknames, but when he does want to give his partner nicknames, it’s something cute like “darling”, “my beloved” or “precious”. He’s protective and even though he doesn’t show it, he’s somewhat possessive of his partner. If they’re hurt in any way, all hell will break loose. He will make them regret it. If Xiao is away for his Adeptus duties, he will write his letters whenever he gets the chance. If his partner goes on a quest, he would “I love you, please stay safe. If you need me, call out my name. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

Itto is the kind of guy who is an idiot but a lovable idiot. He loves giving his partner nicknames, but ones he would love most are “honey”, “sweetheart”, “babe” and “lovely”. He is protective and possessive of his partner and will gladly protect them from anyone and anything. If his partner got hurt, Itto would summon his gang and take care of whoever or whatever hurt his partner. He gets very protective if his partner falls asleep on him, he wants to make sure that they’re safe from everything and hold them close. “I’ll make sure that you’re safe while you rest, darling, nothing can harm you.”

Scaramouche is the kind of guy who is also a tsundere. He would call his partner “idiot”, but in a loving way if that makes any sense. He is very protective and he may not show it, but he’s also possessive, but not to an unhealthy degree. If his partner got hurt? He would personally deal with whatever/whoever hurt them. He would hurt them brutally. If his partner accidentally hurt themself, he would deep down be very worried but not show it and mutter “don’t do that again, you fool.” He would definitely say “they may be an idiot, but they’re MY idiot. If you dare call them an idiot, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Tartaglia/Childe is the kind of guy who is always optimistic but secretly has a dark side that his partner doesn’t know about. He gives his partner nicknames such as “comrade”, “darling”, “dear” and “beloved”. He is very possessive and extremely protective of his partner. He doesn’t completely show it, but if somebody harmed them in any way possible, he would make sure his partner is alright and “have a talk” with them aka personally dealing with them and will not hold back. He will have his moments where he will let them live, if his partner is nearby. He will also buy them gifts, like, all the time because he loves spoiling them.

Gaming (my beloved) would be the kind of guy to be a total sweetheart to his partner, showering them with gifts. He loves to kiss his partner on their forehead or their cheek very often and keep in touch with his partner if he’s away for his Wushou performances and bring them souvenirs like all the time. He would hold their hand (if they’re comfortable with it) when he and his partner are out together. If something/someone threatened his partner, he would protect them and say something like “sorry pal, you can’t threaten them like that!” He would love to hold his partner close to him and give his partner head pats.

[amalia-uwu]

Final Exams

Undertale by Toby Fox! The rights go to the respective owners!

Sans x Female Reader, Sans & Female Reader

Warnings ⚠️ : angst, anxiety

Photo by Pixabay from Pexels:

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Inspired by fudgelling-away's comic @fudgelling-away and my exams.. :')

Sequel “Exams Day”

So, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow I'm giving finals.. I wrote this to keep my sanity. Ha!... *sighs*

Enjoy!

First Person's Point of View

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I was a 5th years student in the university.

2 lessons. That's all it was for me to take my degree...

Yet, it seemed too much..

Sans.. Heh, Sans was visiting me, bringing me snacks patting my  shoulder, giving me hugs, encouraging me!

Heh, he even caught me many times not reading and just slacking off. Heh...

I always loved the face he had when he caught me red-handed.

He looked intimating yet I knew he wanted only the best for me..

I tried to read. I really tried.

But, by the time I began third year; I began feeling the grip on concentration slipping away.

So much studying. I went through everything fighting with tooth and claw for a job I loved so much.

I enjoyed reading!

Really!

Is just that now, I..am struggling..

Was it my age? Was it other problems I was trying to solve and got overwhelmed? Was it a combination?

Maybe a combination...

Now I was just tired. Everything seemed too much. Yet, I kept trying...

Even though my stomach felt like someone had made it a tight knot.. I kept trying.

Even though I felt an invisible hand gently touching my chest.. I kept trying.

Anxiety drowned me.. Squeezed me. I kept trying.

No matter what. I kept trying.

Eventually; I had enough.

It was one of these moments where I was sitting on the chair.

The book, laptop, opened in front of me.

I was reading but, the words didn't make sense.

Concentration had given up hope on me..

I lowered my face. Hands crossed on my lap. My hair covering my face. My lips in a tight line. Teeth clenched.

The air shifted, I knew who was about to appear.  "heya pal" I heard his deep soft monotone voice.

I felt a soft hand wrapping my shoulder. My hair were still covering my eyes.

"i brought you some snacks. coffee, fruits and some sweets. i see that you are studying, nice! call me if you need anything!".  He gently let the dish down with a soft sound.

He gave me a soft pat on my shoulders and let go of me.

I didn't want to speak but at the same time, it would be rude..

All this trouble for me... The least I can do is thank him.

"Thank you!" I said  softly with strain and mentally slapped myself...

Sans stopped. He turned around, something in my voice felt wrong. "are you okay?"

My shoulders began shaking. "Of course".

A couple of tears ran down my eyes. I removed my glasses.

Sans walked and stood next to me. He pulled the second chair and sat down.

He carefully brushed my hair to the side.

He gently took my face. Rough bones on my chin and cheeks. I refused to look at him.

"what's wrong?" his soft masculine voice held concern, care.

"Nothing". I said bluntly, hoping he'll go and just leave me alone!

"i'll count on 3", his phalanges moved and touched my shoulder, firmly yet gently.

Oh man; I should have known better, he won't let go so easily. I said nothing.

He began counting.

I refused to look at him and speak.

"2.5". I stayed silent.

"2.9". Ugh! I looked at him.

"Okay, I'll tell you! ". I held no malice, just slight annoyance, yet relief..

He stopped. I could understand that he was listening.

"Its the exams.. Im tired. My concentration has abandoned me... It's getting too much! I only have 2 lessons, yet I can't concentrate. I just can't... It's not like I don't want to, I can't concentrate! Plus, other worries... ".

He gently hugged me and caressed my back. Eventually I broke... I kept talking.

Telling him my fears; losing the ones I care about, staying alone, my physical appearance, my weight..

Everything, was spilled before him and he kept hugging me.

I buried my face on the crock of his neck. His soft hoodie a pleasant sensation on my face. Our sternum touched. He could feel my heartbeat on his sternum and I could feel his soul and soft magic trying to comfort me. He was warm in touch.

He waited for me too stop crying, some of my tears stained his hoodie.

He caressed my back. His phalanges through my hair.

Soon my tears faded to hiccups and shaky breaths.

He waited another couple of minutes before talking.

"assuming you fail is there another chance?" he asked pulling me away, his cyan eyes looking at my brown ones.

"Of course, either I take other lessons in summer or I give the same ones on September" I answered while cleaning my eyes with a napkin he gave me.

"okay, if you fail, is it the end of the world?" he never broke eye contact with me. I tried to keep my eyes on him but I felt shame for breaking in front of him.

"N-No..." I lowered my face. He raised it up to look at him. 

"will someone take your head?" his voice was so soft and caring...

"No.." My breathing became even.

"its gonna be okay! can you at least try?" he put both hands on my shoulders, he hugged me.

"Yes, *sniff* yes I can". I answered hugging him.

His scent sure calmed me down.

Wait... Was that a mixture of lavender and lotus? Heh... Really?

"do you like my fragrance?" he asked turning his head slightly. I nodded "Yeah.. The perfumes are comforting.. You always smell nice!".

He was silent for a while. He nerver smelled bad, even tho he could go days without a shower. He always smelled nice around me.

I could feel in my sternum, how his soul flattered. Ha! I got him shy and aaawww coochie coochie coo!

After a couple of seconds? Minutes? "go put on  one of your favorite dresses, add a little makeup and come here. im waiting". He said softly breaking the hug.

I looked at him dumbfounded but complied anyway.

I put on my blue dress with small navy blue flower designs.  I fixed my hair, added soft makeup and went to meet him.

He was waiting reading one of my books.

"I'm ready! Sorry you waited so long" I announced. He looked up at me and smiled.

"hm.. come with me". He grinned stretching his humerus.

I nodded gently holding him. I closed my eyes and I felt the wind shifting. The ground shifted under me.

"here we are" he informed.

I opened my eyes. I was at the beach, the soft breeze caressing my face. The sound of waves filled my ears.

We walked by the seaside.

Photo by Travis Rupert from Pexels:

The salty smell, the breeze, the waves, him, alleviated my worries.

"Sans?" I asked timidly.

"hm?" his attention was on me; Oh stars!! I'll never get tired of those soft cyan eyes.

"Thank you! I mean it! For everything! May I treat you with some food?" you hoped he will say yes. Come ooonnnn!!! Say yes!

He smiled and nodded "sure, got something in mind?"

"You okay with sweets?" I asked, he wasn't picky but needed to know anyway, maybe he wasn't in the mood for sweets today.

"sure" he grinned and shrugged softly.

"Waffles?" I asked fixing my glasses and playing with the end of my silk black belt.

He chuckled "heh, sure! lead the way girl" he said.

I nodded, took him by the hand and leaded him to my favorite place.

I caught a glimpse of him grinning softly.

It took some minutes for us to go there. Once we did ; We sat down, there was glass in front of us, the sea and the palm trees, the road our view.

I ordered hazelnut praline with biscuit, and caramel ice-cream waffle.

While Sans took the milk chocolate with biscuit and vanilla ice cream.

We ate and chatted a little bit. I went to the bathroom and paid as promised.

We walked a little bit then he took me home.

"Thank you Sans"

"don't mention it moonlight" heh, that was a nickname he gave me. Along with «starlight».

He knew I was a shameless selenophile (someone who loves the moon).

I entered my home, took a shower, put on my pyjamas and laid down.

I texted him

you: Thank you I had a great time with you today!

Puntastic: heh, me too! but please try to worry so much! it will be okay!

you: I'll try! Thank you again! Goodnight! Sleep well!

Puntastic: you too!

I put the phone down. I laid down and closed my eyes with a smile all over my face.

I'll try whatever happens... Happens.

It will be okay, I'll be okay!

.

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The end 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

[qyxzun]

𝟔 ┆𝕸𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝕷𝐈𝐒𝐀, 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐂.

╰┈➤ ❝𝕴𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝟗𝟐𝟔-𝐙 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞?

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃, you packed up all your supplies and were ready to leave the class for lunch until a round-haired brunette approached you with a friendly smile. You noticed how alongside her were two other girls, one with dark green hair neatly tied in a bow at the end and one with flair pink hair that matched her skin.

"Hey! I think we haven't introduced ourselves yet, I'm Uraraka and these're my friends; Asui and Ashido," She gestured before turning back to you, beaming. "It's really nice to meet you L/N, I'm looking forward to being your friend!" Your lips curved into a similar smile as you slung your bag over your shoulder while your hands were shoved in your skirt's pockets.

"Ohh.. you're that girl with zero gravity, right?" You responded, to which she nodded. "Nice to meet you too, I've heard about you guys from Mr. Aizawa,"

"Oh cool! We don't need to introduce ourselves!" Ashido grinned and clapped her hands together. "It's so nice to have a transfer student — especially a girl!" She giggled as she jumped in excitement. Asui turned to you, placing a finger on her chin.

"But I'm curious to ask — what's your quirk, L/N? Mr. Aizawa said you're really strong when he introduced you, so I'm sure you have an impressive one," She inquired which got you a little nervous, you almost forgot what 'a quirk' meant. But thanks to your small brainstorm before class could end, you managed to make one up.

"Oh, that? Uhhh.. it's nothing special, it's called Spider; I can shoot webs from my fingertips, stick to walls and blend into the environment.. y'know, very basic," you shrugged and gripped your bag's strap. Tsuyu hummed in response, finding you impressive.

"Do you think you can demonstrate sometime? I really wanna know how you fight! I mean — it's so rare that Mr. Aizawa would even praise someone's efforts.." Ashido pouted with a fake angry expression before you nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, sure! During training maybe—?"

"SHITTY HAIR! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!!!" Someone yelled behind you. It felt like they just burst your eardrums. Your head turned before your eyes landed on a guy with crimson red flashy hair, that stood out the most, approaching you. Next to him was a spiky-haired blond with an evident pissed-off expression. You were able to tell he couldn't care less for the school dress code, as he was missing a tie, revealing more of his v-neck and Adam's apple. Besides that, his pants sagged without a belt to secure it.

"Hey!! It's nice to meet you L/N, I'm Kirishima!" He beamed and stuck his hand out in the shape of a fist bump, your hand formed into one before you returned it. He noticed your gaze behind him before he as well checked what caught your pretty eyes. The redhead nervously chuckled when he realized you were looking at his irate friend. "Aaand.. that's my pal Bakugo, he's kind of the opposite of calm and rational but don't mind him!"

"DON'T IGNORE ME!" Bakugo yelled again and stomped over towards the group. He had his hands shoved in his pockets and a glare present on his face. Tsuyu was beside Uraraka who had a look of slight concern, while Mina huffed.

"Geeeez, way to treat our new classmate Bakugo," Mina crossed her arms while the disgruntled blond looked at her with disdain and scoffed. "Shut the hell up, pinky! No one asked you!" He jabbed back. Your gaze landed back to Kirishima, who had an embarrassed smile.

"Yeah, sorry, he's not so manly.." He said as he scratched his head skittishly. You smiled and patted his shoulder lightly. "Nah, it's okay, I've dealt with worse," you reassured. The redhead grinned and suddenly wrapped his muscled arm around your shoulder in a friendly way. He was strangely already empathetic, despite the fact you haven't known him for so long. His arm pulled you closer to his chest, creating warmth to your face while he just innocently grinned.

"YOU LIL' SHITSTAINS TALKING 'BOUT ME?!" Bakugo yelled, an unexplained anger seething from his tone. With a harsh grab, he suddenly tugged on your school uniform's tie, jerking you forward and making Kirishima let go. He lifted the fabric with threatening force, getting you on the tip of your shoes. You were clueless as to why he had a sudden grudge against you, but you guessed he probably acted that way to everyone.

"You think just 'cuz you did that stupid entry exam means you're better than me?! You might've joined late, but that doesn't mean you surpass me, you damn extra!" The blond sneered, while you looked back at him with derision and confusion. If this was his way to intimidate you, it wasn't working so well. You've dealt with cocky anomalies before, he just blended in the background.

"Woah chill Bakugo! She's just a girl, go easy on her!" Another guy approached the group as he punched Bakugo's shoulder playfully. He had black hair and a cheeky grin on his face that masked a hint of concern for you.

Beside him was his friend with yellow hair and a distinctive black streak on his bangs. He had a smirk on until it turned upside down once he noticed Bakugo gripping your tie tighter, the fabric around your neck digging into your cervical. He gasped in panic and suddenly ran to help you down quickly with a worried expression. "And she's pretty too! What the hell dude?!" He exclaimed while setting you down, making the spiky blond roll his eyes and scoff.

"Thanks uhh— Kaminari, right?" You asked, guessing names by his appearance before he suddenly simpered.

"You know my name!" He joyfully squealed and held your hand in a prince-like way, trying to display chivalry. You laughed and slipped your hand away before he could kiss your knuckles.

"A-Anyway, L/N would you like to eat lunch with us? It's perfectly fine if you don't want to! I wouldn't want to push you.." Uraraka asked a little nervously, her noticeable pink cheeks making you smile. You nodded briefly as she grinned and clasped your hand, making Mina gasp dramatically.

"No fairrr!!.. I wanted to share my lunch with you.." The pink-haired girl whined, her protruding hampton-coloured antlers drooping like a disappointed puppy.

"Maybe next time?" You suggested before Mina's grin returned. She waved you an enthusiastic goodbye as Tsuyu and Ochako began dragging you away outside the classroom.

UA's space was humongous and minimal, it couldn't compare to BVA at all! The large corridors let the students in large numbers pass easily, the tinted glass walls let them see through the exterior, while it offered a pleasant view of the flowers blooming and the foliage running through the wind. The air conditioning system operated smoothly, and the healthy lush verdure assured you of how the school took care of the environment. You liked UA so far, and by the look of eagerness on your face, Uraraka and Tsuyu could tell. They were happy as well, just like Kirishima, despite not knowing you so well, Ochako shared his same sentiments.

After you reached the ground floor, you were met by a strong mouth-watering aroma forming nearby. You followed your two new friends to where that tasty scent was coming from before you saw the cafeteria. It was spacious and almost felt like a hotel. You got your food and sat down at an empty booth after you waited in line with the two girls. But before you could munch down on your meal, a shadow cast in front of you. Looking up, you saw a fluffy green-haired teen holding his tray of food and two more guys behind him. He looked anxious and didn't seem to keep eye contact, making you curious.

"Oh, Deku! Hey!" Uraraka beamed while she waved at him, her cheeks tinted a darker shade. He turned to her with the same nervous look and chuckled skittishly.

"Hey! I didn't know L/N would be joining us — Not that I mind!!" He jittered with an uneasy voice, you wondered why he sounded so tense just by your presence. It felt weird. A sudden sound of a tray dropping on the table was heard in the booth after Deku's friend behind him stepped aside and placed the thin salver down as if he were trying to display authority. His figure towered over you, making you stare up at him with a curious look.

"Excuse me L/N, but you are sitting in Todoroki's place!" He explained as his hand moved up and down robotically, his glasses jumping and following his rapid movement. Aizawa told you about him before, Tenya Iida, an interesting nerd.

"Oh, my bad," you excused yourself, grabbed your tray, and sat next to Tsuyu who made a place for you. Deku sighed in relief and took a seat across you. Tenya sat down beside him and began to eat his food after he thanked you gratefully, following a bow at a perfect ninety-degree angle.

The guy beside Deku didn't say a single thing after he took your initial place. Glancing up at him, he had red and white hair split into two sections and a perceptible scar on his face. He mostly kept his gaze on his meal, almost like he didn't know you were there or he was ignoring you. He looked kind of cute, so you guessed he was a popular topic along with the ladies.

"So L/N, which school were you enrolled in before UA? I'm inclined to believe it's a prestigious one!" Iida asked as he lifted his glasses. The two girls and the green-haired boy looked back at you with an eager expression that screamed they wanted to know as well. You anxiously gulped down your saliva.

"I was, uhm..— enrolled in Brooklyn Visions Academy.! It's a hero school in the US, but my relatives wanted me to learn in UA, that's why I transferred late...?" Your tone wavered, lying on the spot. You didn't even know if BVA existed in this world, you doubted it did anyway after seeing how unparallel this world was to the rest of the spider-verse.

"Woah.. Brooklyn? As in the United States? That's so cool!" Uraraka gasped as Tsuyu nodded. "The land of liberty indeed,"

"Well, how about the entrance exam L/N.? How was it? If you don't mind me asking.." Deku queried with a curious smile. Your finger tapped your chin as you pondered.

"Hmm... It was alright, a little hard actually," You gazed back down and took a bite of your food, the flavours melting on your tongue deliciously. "I had to score six hundred villain points and two hundred rescue points by destroying some robots, then fight a hero to a match," you answered before chewing. The booth turned uncomfortably silent, making you look back at the rest of them, besides the white and red-haired guy. They shared the same utterly gobsmacked look, their jaws hanging open below while their eyes were wide open, showing more of their white scleras.

"T-That's more than seven times what Kacchan got in the initial entrance exam!" Deku extolled with immoderate shock, his hands gripping the silver chopsticks harder but not enough to break them. Iida nodded as well, his eyes still wide with shock. "Yeah.. I suppose Mr. Aizawa was not overestimating you earlier.." He muttered and pushed his glasses back on his nose bridge. You glanced back at the greenhead, your curiosity piqued.

"Who's Kacchan?" You questioned with raised eyebrows. Deku chuckled nervously as Uraraka spoke for him. "It's Bakugo from our class, they're childhood friends," She responded, taking another bite of her meal.

"Oh... him..?" You squinted your eyelids, your lips forming a thinly curved line.

"Eugh... how could you even be friends with him?" You uttered with a tone of aversion, your eyebrows furrowed while Deku had a look of shame, his flustered state growing bigger.

He couldn't get a chance to respond after Iida stood up from his chair abruptly. "The bell's about to ring! I advise you all to get to class early!" He announced as he took his tray and disappeared quickly, most likely to get to class the first again. Deku soon followed, pushing his chair to the table properly, as well as Ochako and Tsuyu, leaving only you with the red and white-haired guy. The reserved half-and-half refused to look at your direction yet again, so you didn't bother trying to talk with him after he prioritized his peace. You left in a hurry, putting away your tray as you began to walk to class.

With your back turned as your figure disappeared further in the distance, Shoto took a small glance before he later followed you to class.

You panted heavily as you changed back to your school uniform in the changing room. Training with the entire class ended brutally, with your body soar from your head to your feet. But others had worse, like Deku who broke his fingers until it was dark purple or Ochako who ended up nauseous from floating around too much. You couldn't wait to just get back home and relax for once. Your soft bed and a drink waiting for you, it was the dream. The day ended smoothly but what surprised you the most was when you didn't glitch throughout your first day of school. It was a miracle but it concerned you as well. You thought you'd end up raising suspicion but turns out, almost everyone in your class became an acquaintance. When you get home, you'd probably try and make your own watch like how Hobie taught you to.

Before you disappeared into this world, you owned a trinket attached to your spider-suit that the spider-punk gifted. He was one of your best friends in the spider-society, and seeing how your stay here seemed to grow longer, you couldn't help but feel homesick.

After you changed, you took your bag and began to walk out of the campus. Once you neared UA's guarded exit, you heard a familiar voice calling out your name behind you. Turning around, you noticed the same injured greenhead again, he had bandages all over his fingers and a band-aid on his forehead. He looked like a kicked puppy who remained buoyant while he waved at you. "L/N!!"

"Deku?" You mumbled as he approached you. "What's up?" you voiced as he stopped in his tracks, his eyes droopy from how tired he was from training.

"I just wanted to thank you for the training today.. it really helped me realize how to improve myself!" He beamed with a tone of zeal. Despite the injuries that you caused, his infectious bright and fervent mood made you smile back softly.

"Yeah, it's no problem," You responded with a nod before you began to walk out the exit, with him beside you. "But you should take better care of your quirk Deku, it's not good that you're hurting yourself while using it," you berated as his face burned with embarrassment.

"Sorry yeah, I'm working on it L/N," He apprehensively spouted, gripping his bag's strap tighter.

"Just call me Y/N, L/N sounds too formal.." you replied. His eyebrows lifted in curiosity.

"W-Well if that's the case, you can call me Izuku! Y/N is a really nice name.." He answered, making you smile and your face a tiny bit warmer. "Thanks.."

The walk back home was comfortable, with Deku sharing some small talk with you like his strong interest in All Might and the upcoming event you weren't aware of, the sports festival. It sounded like the next Olympics after he described it as something so important. The whole country would be watching the annual occasion and students would try to show off their skills for heroes to scout for more internships. Judging by his tone, he was a little anxious. You reassured him with a pat on the shoulder which got him to smile yet again. Sooner or later, he wrote down his number for you without needing to ask.

The sun started to set after you both reached a thoroughfare, the light blue sky above looked refreshingly clear. The moment of pleasantry was interrupted when Deku stopped in his tracks and faced you. A look of concern appeared on his face. "My place is that way, but would you like me to walk you back home Y/N? I-It's getting pretty late and I don't want anything to happen to you.." He tentatively offered with a worried tone. You shook your head no, smiling.

"It's okay Izu, I'll be fine really, thanks though," You responded with a grin, appreciating his offer. He knew you were capable but he was still worried for your well-being. His new nickname made him chuckle sweetly.

"Alright then, goodnight N/N! Stay safe!" He waved before turning in another direction and left until he couldn't be seen. He seemed to be in a rush as he accidentally dropped his All Might keychain attached to his bag. You quickly picked it up before it could fall down the drain below the road and tried to follow him, but he had already disappeared. Sighing, you pocketed the colourful plastic chain in your skirt before turning back to your street. You figured you could just give it to him tomorrow.

The walk back home took long since you couldn't use your webs in public. The moon started to set as you passed through a shortcut; a grimy narrow street. Despite Japan's clean state, it didn't mean it was immune to garbage. The weird atmosphere almost gave you chills down your spine but your want to go home was far better than your fear.

While walking, your spider-senses suddenly tingled, signalling danger. Your eyes quickly shifted beside you. Despite the darkness, you can see that behind the large garbage can, there was a girl. She looked almost the same age as you while she wore a uniform with a squalid pale almond-coloured cardigan. Her appearance was unkempt, with her dishevelled space buns and dirt all over her face as she breathed heavily. Her body was crouched down into a ball while small insects crawled up her grubby outfit to the garbage behind her. Worried and quick to act, you plopped your bag down on the floor, not caring if it dirtied, and approached her.

"God.. are you okay? You look like a mess.." You spoke with an unsettled tone as you dusted the insects off her scruffy attire and supported her up by holding her shoulders. Her thin-slit eyes looked up to you, her golden irises meeting your lovely E/C ones. She continued to pant from exhaustion before her eyes suddenly rolled back as her upper body collapsed on yours. You held her carefully, hoping she wouldn't fall.

"B—.." The girl tried to mutter. You confusingly tilted her head up, her gaze meeting yours once more. "Blood.." she murmured with a quiet tone.

"Blood?" You repeated curiously. "Why blood.?" You strangely inquired but she didn't seem to respond to your question as she stayed silent on your chest again. Her pale features worried you fully, so maybe her quirk had something to do with blood? That must've been the case.

After hesitating, you sighed in defeat before you placed her body back down gently, making sure she was comfortable. You looked around the narrow alleyway for something sharp enough. After a few moments, you spotted a shard of glass below some shredded boxes. It gleamed under the shadows, making it noticeable. You bent down and cautiously picked it up before walking back beside the exhausted girl. You vacillated, doubtful you were able to help her until you gripped the reflective shard. You bit the inside of your cheek as you sliced a thin line on your wrist, the familiar crimson liquid staining your light-grey sleeves.

The scent of your blood seemed to energize her greatly as her eyes darted up before she pushed herself up from the grubby floor immediately. A hand suddenly gripped your bleeding wrist before she leaned her head down and bit down ferociously. You hissed in pain while her long sharp canines dug deeper into your sweet flesh, her teeth felt more painful than the actual glass. She didn't waste a drop of red oxide-like liquid until she finally released her mouth from your soft skin and licked the rest of the blood that ran down your forearm.

You felt lightheaded and disoriented after what happened until a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders shook you out of your now tired state. Her giggles echoed in your ear, contradicting her once-exhausted figure before. She looked at you, a wide maniacal grin appearing on her face, yet she still held your forearms tightly, not wanting you to pull away. "What's your name?" The girl suddenly asked.

"Uhm.. Y/N L/N..?" You murmured before her smile widened, a dark blush appearing on her cheeks. Her grip on your arms tightened as she began to giggle once more.

"Y/N... Y/N.." she repeated in a quiet tone, grin widening. "Wow... such a pretty name!!!" She suddenly exclaimed and brought herself closer to your chest. You weren't so tall but your head towered over this mysterious girl. It granted her the opportunity to lay her head down on your chest while she snuggled against you, making you seriously flustered. "Ahaha... yeah.." you sweatdropped nervously, faking a smile. You weren't one for physical touch but she didn't seem to care, even believing your obvious fake grin.

"I'm Toga Himiko!! But only call me Toga, 'cuz from now on, we're friends!!" she beamed before she hugged you tighter, her grip almost suffocating. You gently but firmly pulled her away while her maniac-like smile still remained on her blushing face. "Toga is a pretty name too.." you mumbled anxiously with an uneasy tone, playing nice for now. Her eyes widened as her expression became more agitated, her blush darkening. She couldn't keep her hands off you as her arms were returned right where they were.

"Aaww!! You're so sweet Y/N!! Your blood was sooo tasty... I loved it so much!" Toga's embrace tightened before she continued. "And you stayed even when I was so close to passing out! I love you so much!!" She exclaimed, her cheeks visibly red while her words made you uncomfortable. After a few more moments of hugging, you pushed her away again.

"I appreciate it a lot Toga.. uhm.. I-I should get going.." you quickly stammered before your fingertips flicked out webs that swiftly pulled your bag and rapidly maneuvered you up the wall. She looked up with a surprised look, her eyes brightening under the moonlight while she watched how you attached yourself to the firm bricks above so gracefully. "See you next time?" you offered but didn't give her a chance to respond. You quickly left, disappearing from her line of sight.

Toga gripped her sloven cardigan tighter before a hand travelled to her rapidly beating heart. She didn't know how to experience the strange but addictive feeling. She couldn't believe what happened today either! All her mind could think of were your kind E/C eyes, your accepting hug, your selfless acts and your delicious blood. You were so accepting! Despite the fact blood was the only thing that could quench her thirst! Normal people would run away or even report her but you were so kind.. so sweet. Your crimson taste remained in her mouth sweetly as she eagerly licked her teeth. It tasted like nothing but pure ambrosia.

Toga's excitement overcame as she tried to activate her quirk. Her expectations to transform as you failed her, the once extreme smile she once had turned to a look of confusion. She was sure she consumed at least a cup full of your blood, so why? Why couldn't she transform into you? Dread soon overcame her happiness while she gripped her arms tighter. It felt like her needs were taken away from her. She wanted, no, needed to transform, to hug herself as if you were hugging her back, to voice out her love for you despite only meeting for a few moments.

"See you later?" Your words repeated in her mind. "Toga is a pretty name too," and again.

Toga's smile crept back as she began to giggle to herself, holding her arms tighter. "Yes, soon.." She whispered and chuckled. Her shoes clicked against the floor as she began to trot away from this filthy alleyway.

The bar was surprisingly quiet, a few underlings were away like Stain who mostly acted alone in the League. It was not until the schoolgirl kicked the door open and stepped inside the dark room. Toga didn't show any sign of fatigue, just grinning like a deranged psycho as usual while the rest of the villains looked at her in confusion. Shigaraki glanced back at her, a look of annoyance present on his face.

"You've been gone for a damn long time.. wished you were dead," The light-blue-haired man grunted, an elbow on the bar while Kurogiri stayed behind the counter, cleaning a freshly washed cup. Twice gasped dramatically before he approached the sweet girl, patting her shoulders quickly.

"Don't say that Tomura!! And Toga, you look filthy!" The masked man exclaimed with a loud tone. He took out a pink handkerchief that Toga had lent him earlier and wiped the dirty grub off her face gently before he moved to her clothes. She chuckled at his sweet demeanour before she turned to face her other new friends. After Twice finished wiping her prematurely clean, she ambled to her other friends, approaching them with a smile.

Miles G. was sharpening his gauntlet on the floor with a knife in his hand he stole from Stain, while Dabi rested on the ripped couch, his legs crossed as his stitched arms extended on the back pillows. The scent of cigarettes were all over the him, as a grey fog escaped his lips smoothly before it disappeared into the air. The two never got along very well, even when they were both new. They carried a strong tense aura whenever they were near, the rest of the League wondered why, but Toga wasn't one to question.

"Hiya Miles!" Toga's smile was radiant while she approached him. He placed the blade down on the wooden floor, creating an echoing sound of its drop, before the antihero took his gauntlet and wore it securely, readjusting its claws. She had gotten used to his stoic and reserved personality as he often ignored her, but after what happened today, her happiness couldn't be changed, and she wanted to tell someone more about you.

After Toga waved her arms around to get his attention, Miles let out a sigh of frustration and finally glanced up at her, a look of vexation present on his face. Dabi's eyes slowly opened when he finished his cigarette, while he was wondering what could the blonde wanted to express now. Her blush darkened as her fingers covered her pink cheeks.

"I made a new friend!!" Toga exclaimed.

𝕾𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄.

[chellesdump]

Sana Potter - MiSa (2NA)

"All Sana wanted was to watch her favorite series of movies alongside her members but when everyone tells her they are busy she gets so upset. That is until big sister Mina comes to the rescue making Sana feel so magical and happy "

word count ─ 1.2k

tags ─ little! sana, big sis! mina, autumn, harry potter, cuddles

notes ─ This is for the Magic prompt, so of course it had to be Sana Potter. So enjoy :3

Sana woke up refreshed after the relaxing night she had, which meant that all her energy was recharged, she tried to decide what she was going to spend the day doing, but no matter how much she tried to come up with any idea she just couldn't think of anything, that was until a voice call for her from somewhere within the house.

“Sana! You just got mail” said the voice which seemed to be Jihyo from the living room.

Sana ran towards where she heard Jihyo, grab whatever thing the mailman just brought for her, thanking the leader with a “Thank you Hyo, love yah!”, she ran back to her room to open the package. Inside was her new blanket hoodie, it was Harry Potter-themed, with all the characters displayed in a pattern, so this gave her an idea of how to spend the day away.

She was watching… HARRY POTTER.

Now she only needed to find someone to watch the movies with, since watching them alone isn’t the most fun thing to do, so her adventure to find a movie pal started, she went to find Momo in her room, but when she was about to open the door remembered that Momo was in Japan for a schedule.

After Momo’s room she went to look for Hyo, she was sure she would want to watch a movie with her, “Hyo! Wanna watch Harry Potter wif’ me? I gots a new blanket to watch it” excitedly asked Sana with a glimmer in her eyes, but disappointment came when Jihyo told her she couldn’t right now since she was called into a meeting but maybe later.

Then she went to find Jeongyeon, maybe she was willing to watch at least one of the movies with her, but as such had been her luck Jeong wasn’t able to do it either, “Sorry Sha but I’m taking Peanut to the vet for a checkup, but you know I’d be more than happy to spend time with you if I could” sadly told her the older girl giving a pitiful pat on the younger’s head before going out the door.

Finally, she went to Nayeon’s room to ask her to watch the movies with her, but upon arrival, she found Nay was getting changed, “Where you going?” asked Sana clutching her stuffed Hedwig plush against her chest, “Oh Sana! Didn’t hear you enter, but to answer your question I’m taking the maknaes to their doctor's appointment” answered Nayeon fake whispering the last part before chuckling, but she found that Sana’s gaze was on the floor and she was so quiet. 

“Is something the matter baby?” questioned Nayeon stuffing her purse with the necessities for the day, “Wanted to watch Harry wif’ you Mama, but you busy” sadly answered the Japanese girl burying her face on the plushes back, this broke Nay’s heart but she needed to take the girls to the doctor, so with a heavy heart told Sana that if she was still up to it when she came back from the doctor they could watch the movie together.

—

Sana was sulking in the living room, stray tears came out of her eyes and quiet sobs dominated her body, this made her even more upset as she wasn’t supposed to be mad at the girls for being busy because they told her that if they could they would do it but for someone as little as she was at the moment it was beyond upsetting.

Mina came into the living on her way to the kitchen to grab a beverage, but stopped in her tracks upon seeing the upsetting scene of Sana quietly sobbing on the sofa, she went towards the sofa and sat beside the crying girl asking her what was wrong.

“Mitang!” yelled Sana launching herself to hug the penguin girl, “I w-wanna watch Ha-harry but everyone b-busy, no one watch mo-movies with Satang” sobbed the Shiba Inu retelling how everyone had things to do and so she was alone, Mina gave her a hug before getting up and going to the kitchen before heading to her room.

Sana got even sadder and more upset seeing how Mina just went back to hiding in her room ignoring the older one, she was getting mad at hearing all the ruckus that Mina was making from her room. Every once in a while she would see Mina coming into the kitchen, grabbing something, and retreating back to her room, this same pattern lasted around 20 minutes with the only difference of sometimes going to the linen closet instead of the kitchen.

It was about the 15th time Mina came out of her room and ignored Sana, and she was fed up with it, except this time Mina came straight to Sana and extended her hand out for her to take, with some apprehension Sha took the offered hand and followed Mina to… Mina’s room, why would she finally decide to invite Sana inside when she had been ignoring her for the last 20 or so minutes, since she was upset she made her thoughts known.

Mina began laughing, which made Sana mad about how she could be cruel to Sana for voicing her feelings, the penguin quickly recovered from her laughing fit and reassured Sha about how she wasn’t ignoring her and that they were there to give her a big surprise. Opening her door Mina let Sana inside and showed her what she had been preparing the last 20 minutes, there was a blanket fort surrounding the TV, and there was a wide range of bowls with snacks that Sana loved, some were even Wizarding World-themed, it was so magical looking with the fairy light hanging from the makeshift ceiling of the fort.

Sana’s heart warmed up and once again the tears made themselves present in her eyes, Mina got worried, “Did you not like it Satang? I’m so sorry” mused the penguin, but Sana was quick to say the contrary, “Like it? I wuv it Mitang!! Fank you for this you da best sister I could have!” finished the Shiba hugging the sentimental ballerina.

Once both girls were calm enough they started watching the first movie of the series, drinking the butter beer (non-alcoholic, of course, they are Alcohol Free) Mina had made with so much love and eating all the snacks. After the first movie had ended and the second one was around the middle Sana was so relaxed that falling asleep was imminent, before letting her heavy eyelids win the fight against sleep she let Mina know how grateful she was for her doing all this just to make Sha happy.

“Of course Satang, that’s what big sisters are for. We are here to make our tiny sisters happy, I love you so much” whispered Mina leaving a tiny but filled with so much love kiss on top of Sana’s head cuddling her harder and also succumbing to sleep’s arms. That’s how the rest of the members found them with happy smiles plastered on both their faces, Nayeon and Jeongyeon picked them up into the bed, tucking them under the covers and leaving them to rest… not before taking a photo to save the warm moment between the Japanese girls.

[captain-hawks]

hi deeeee, i’m back again. i have notes for eps 10-18 bc i binged a lil OOPS so i’m just gonna copy/paste this time 😅

Ep 10

nagi showing up for reo MY HEART, isagi you can’t just call people monsters, “i’ll give you a pat on the head later” chigiri pls he’s not a dog, “feral boy” gagamaru… correct, “shampoo ad” chigiri my boy… he’s right, “straight outta your nightmares pal” here’s raichi really unhinged

Ep 11

isagi holy shit dude, bowl cut bastard is back, oh helloooooo rin 👀

Ep 12

gigachad lmao, nagi w the uno reverse, reo needs a hug, rin’s whole motivation being to beat sae… ah sibling rivalry, i’m worried for my other babies

Ep 13

rin is pretty, okay demon hair man, okay so rin is gonna be That Guy, …deserved ig, “half-baked npcs” omfg, “weirdo alert” you’re one to talk bachira, “i am here” allmight headass, why is this lanky mf kinda cute, “glammy longlegs” LMAO BACHIRA PLS, “captain panic” accurate, THIGHS??? 🥵, someone get aryu a hair tie, identity crisis isagi, bachira… 😩

Ep 14

nagi best boy, aaaand uno reverse w the hair pulling, nagi likes pushing people’s buttons, “i’ve reached my limit for thinking” relatable, finally seeing unhinged naruhaya, i feel like nagi is a Do Not Disturb king, bachira recruiting for the naked agenda

Ep 15

isagi undergoing his magical girl transformation again, naruhaya w the sad backstory 😭, ISANAGI TEAMWOOOORK, totally saw that trio coming, reo… honey… put the toothbrush down

Ep 16

maid barou was not on my bingo card, “i’m gonna make him say he needs me” oh reo…, friends to enemies to lovers? LMAO, i am no better than a man 🥵, hair down barou…, i’m afraid for this match

Ep 17

kunigami that look 👀, reo i can smell the jealousy from here, isagi your brains!!!, throwing his own insult back at him PETTY KING, princess chigiri strikes again, gagamaruuu 🥰

Ep 18

isagi you BEAST, barou humbled, aaaand immediately retracted, IMPOSSIBLE DECISION TIME

i feel like i need the most chaotically edited, sped up reel of each episode with your commentary slapped across the screen LOL.

i love vicariously experiencing this because at no point does any of this sound like it's about soccer. is this how the show sounded before you watched HAHAH. we've got the reo-nagi soap opera in one corner...rin being a pretty bitch in the other corner........maid barou......tragic naruhaya backstory drop.......

WAHHHH episode 18 you're getting so >:) close >:) to oliver >:)

[kleiner-ghost-high-on-life]

If you’re doing the drabbles still: Gus telling Creature about what Gatlus was like before the G3 invasion? Or just the two trying to bond sometime after the events of the game or between bounties

The drabbles are open, always 🤲 Thank you for the ask ^^

Here's to two sweet lil' guys bonding while BH and the rest of the team are out kicking butt. (and a tiny bit of existential angst)

"Hey, Gus, Gus," Creature called out.

"Huh - What-" Gus jerked awake, "What's up pal?"

He'd dozed off a while back, during a particularly boring part of a documentary on Earth sea slug reproduction that Lizzie had put on to annoy Gene. She’d “hidden” the remote by the staircase, before heading out, leaving the trio of Gene, Creture, and Gus to watch the thing.

Gene only complained for about 5 minutes, before falling asleep, and Gus was quick to follow. He hadn’t quite realised how exhausting a life of bounty-hunting would be, and didn’t complain too much, if at all, when Bounty Hunter left him and Creature at home during this one mission.

Creature on the other hand seemed utterly unaffected by fatigue. It seemed like the added stress of constant near-death experiences was comparable, or even lesser than, that of constantly having a dozen kids.

“Were you sleeping?” Creature asked.

“Yes pal,” Gus blinked in annoyance, “Did you wake me up just to ask that?”

“No, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead.” The Gatlian shrugged, as much as his shoulder-less body would allow.

“I was just sleeping, why would you-”

“This movie Lizzie put on, it’s got me thinking,” Creature turned towards the TV, he paused for a second, his gaze lost in the wavy colourful shapes of sea slugs merging into a singular non-distinct mass of alien bodies, “We are the last Gatlians out there. Our planet is gone, and we will never be able to repopulate it again, just the six of us. All our traditions, songs, dances,” he nudged towards the screen, with a melancholic look painted over his face, “We’ll never be like them. My little freaky babies … they will never get to have little freaky babies of their own. You know?”

Gus was at a loss for words. Sure, he knew what he needed to say, which just so happened to very closely align with what he wanted to say, but Creature’s unprompted nihilistic philosophic speech had taken him by surprise.

Thankfully it seemed that Creature’s children were unaffected, as they spent the few minutes they had staring at the mating sea slugs in silent and confused awe.

“Ah, I’m sure there’s more of us out there,” Gus scruffled over and gave Creature a little pat on the shoulder. “Bunty Hunter will keep looking, and so will we. We’ll be alright buddy, we’ll rebuild. There might no longer be a home for us on Gatlus, but we made a good home for ourselves here, don’t you think?”

Creature turned to face Gus, earning him twelve displeased groans from his back.

“You mean that? Because I don’t think you mean that, not after how you got mad at Kenny for destroying our home planet,”

“I mean, he literally caused the downfall of our fucking-” Gus cut himself off, shaking his head. There was no use getting worked up over something Creature didn’t remember, and couldn’t possibly understand.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.

“You know, there’s something we could do before the others return. Bounty Hunter won’t get it, and Lizzie might yell at us, but it was somewhat of a tradition back on Gatlus. When someone close, like a best friend went on a very long journey, and we didn’t know when they’d return we’d throw them-”

“A surprise party?” Creatrue excitedly interrupted.

“No, not a surprise party. A bucket of Takeocot purée.”

“A what now?”

“Takeocot purée. I’ll show you how to make it. Well, we usually did it before they left, for good luck and to repel mud-bugs on their travels, but I’m sure they’ll get our meaning.”

The smile on Creature’s face was contagious, and Gus couldn’t help but mimic the grin. It had been so long since he’d engaged in casual tasks like this, and even longer since he’d done anything Gatlian.

“How are the two of you gonna make whatever that thing is, considering you have two arms between the two of you, and no way of getting down from this coffee table?” Gene suddenly interrupted.

“Aaah – I thought you were sleeping!” Creature exclaimed.

His children hissed at him again, in reaction to the loud noise.

“I woke up when you said repopulate,” Gene scratched his face. “Do you want me to call Lizzie to help you with your mushy-mushy bonding activity?”

“No thank you,” Gus dryly stated.

“I mean, he’s not wrong about us only having two arms,” Creature tried to argue.

“Two plus twenty-four,” Gus nodded towards Creature’s babies.

“Oh, right.”

With the roar of a dozen babies who were just told to stop watching TV, Creature’s children hopped off his back and helped the duo down from the coffee table before carrying them to the kitchen, as per Gus’s instructions.

When Gene straightened up on the couch, attempting to catch a peak of what they were doing, one of the babies ran up to him and hissed at his face. He would have bitten him too, had he not puffed out of existence that very moment.

“You know Gus,” Creature spoke while Gus rummaged through the cupboard he could reach, in search of the necessary ingredients, “We should do this more often; you telling me about stuff I’m supposed to remember, me telling you about how hopeless the future would be without my friends.”

“Sure thing, pal.” Gus smiled in reply, “Just maybe without the hopeless future part, next time.”

[nevalizona]

Pals?

Please pardon any errors. Also, please read the tags before reading🫶

Angie, who always needs reassurance that she's liked, or at least, tolerated by anyone and everyone, feels no shame as she walks up to Bubba, who's tall and wide, and towering over her. He watches her approach, but she can't really see his eyes. He looks down at her when she's in front of him.

"Can I ask you something?" Angie asks coyly. She's playing with her fingers, pushing her index fingertips against each other.

He nods slowly in response. She still can't see his eyes.

"Do you like me, Bubba? Like am I your pal?" She looked up at him with big eager eyes. Fingertips still pushing against each other. She may have a smile on her face, but it also looked a tad bit like a frown, oddly enough.

He looked at her for a few moments, and she wondered if she should repeat herself. Right as she was about to, he shrugged. She noticeably deflated.

"Oh."

He shrugged again, and this time pointed in the direction of Margie, his girlfriend’s, house.

"Am I interrupting something, ya big oaf?" She groaned, arms tight across her chest, foot tapping on the dirt. She looked more than annoyed. Offended may be a better word.

He nodded his head and pointed at Margie's house again. Clumsily using his hands to try to say something. Angie looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"Bring the damn book with you, man. If you want me to know what you're saying." Angie turned her head up and away from him, looking more like someone throwing a fit than anything else. He shrugged his shoulders again and audibly sighed.

When she heard him start walking away, she sucked on her teeth and strode after the big man.

"Look, Bubba, I'm sorry, man! I shouldn't be mean to you. I'm sorry. If I want you to be my friend, being mean to you ain't gonna help!" She debated touching his arm and decided against it. She didn't know if he'd be alright with that. Seems like every person in this damned family has a preference about one thing or another, and she already did enough to him for the day.

He stopped and looked down at her. With this lighting, in this direction, she could see his eyes. They didn't look angry. They didn't look hurt. He nodded his head, reaching over and patting her on the shoulder. Two firm pats and a small, small smile, and he was on the move again.

Angie watched him for a few moments and sighed, rubbing her face. She didn't dare go ask Nubbins the same question. He wouldn't mince his words, and she's not sure he liked her too much either. Instead, she sulked back to where she knew Sissy would be. The one person on this farm that she knew would be happy to see her. And would gladly call Angie, her friend.