#i was supposed to go to sleeps but oh well hehehe

[sensitivegoblin]

Should i eat all the treats i got at Roots farmers market??? Agfzdgfdffff

[kidsinsaturn]

OMG HIII! I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU HAVEN'T ABANDONED THIS BLOG. YOU'RE LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CREATORS HERE.

I hope that your life has been well so far and sorry for my little outburst of joy.

I'm really looking forward to your new posts but please don't stress yourself about it.

Have a lovely day

boyfriend obito headcanons

[🗼] just because I've been feeling a bit silly about this little guy, and I know I already have hcs of him but,,, it's not enough

and YESS I may have been off for a year but i'll always have that annual Naruto brainrot that lasts like six months lool but thank you lots anon love yaaa

character: obito uchiha

genre: sfw; fluff; nsfw

warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; silly obito; everyone happy au bc uwu; mention of insecurities; slight size kink

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-god, obito has been in my mind lately, and how could he not? he is sooo boyfriend material, he created the basic rules for a relationship to work, he is basically the creator of love

-he is just so silly at the beginning of your relationship!! like!! as if kakashi wasn't the reason you two got together because obito couldn't just go and confess to you!! are you nuts?? he'd lose it

-speaking of which, his confession was probably so messed up, but!! he didn't want to, wouldn't allow you to confess because he has that idea that it should be him who brings the relationship to a start

-"may I have the honor of being your boyfriend?" type of guy

-he literally asks everyone for advice and that's probably how you ended up knowing his feelings. obito told everyone and his friends just passed the word until it landed on you

-regardless of that messy start--obito will remember it and feel bad about it until the day he dies--, obito is a great boyfriend, like I said, he is a bit silly and the thing is, he may have idealized relationships too much

-obito may have watched all those stupid cliche movies in secret and thought that's how relationships are supposed to work!!

-would get into a fight for you, write you love letters, plan a secret date. any situation that appears on the kissing booth movies he is so willing to recreate them lol

-obito believes there is no such thing as the "3-month honeymoon phase" LIKE all the time, all the months, all the SECONDS he is with you should be honeymoon phase. only to be reinforced once you two get married

-of course it is beautiful and everything he does makes your stomach flutter with joy-- he is a gentleman ALWAYS, he holds the door for you, steps in first if it's a new place, and goes behind you everywhere

-and ok this is a bit angsty im sorry but this silly dude right here is very insecure okay:( I gotta be real here

-he didn't have a lot of recognition when he was a little boy and that may have messed him up a little. he will always feel like he is not enough for you, and that may cause some arguments sometimes

-he just says that you are too much for him and that he doesn't provide you that much and you're just like obito please go to sleep it's 4am

-and that's the tiring part probably: that he has these random bursts of self-consciousness at the most random times. you two are just eating and talking about some things your friends did, and oh obito just got this tight tug at his chest the second he thinks too much about your or his male friends. or even if he just saved you in a mission or whatever and it takes him like three business days to realize that he could have done a better job at rescuing you

-just be thoughtful with him ok because he seems the kind of guy that goes to sleep thinking about everything you said, nice or rude. overthinking king

-aside from his little insecurities heheh obito is giving you princess treatment like always and duhh if he doesn't do it, he beats himself up. obito has some "traditional ideas" about boyfriend and girlfriend, such as the woman should always receive flowers, never go alone in the street, and always have something of him with her (like a picture hahah silly boy)

-if you're into something like a sport or ballet or just something that's similar to a performance, he will be there at EVERY show or game, he will not miss any of them, and the day he is not there, that's probably because he is dead

-he is there holding the largest and most obvious poster with your face on the middle and the most Tumblr phrase he could think of. he blocks the view from the people in the back but he does NOT care

-if you are into something more private, obito will always be so happy providing your with materials and just his sweet time watching you as the most marvelous creature the gods ever created

-he always has the best intentions for everything. if something goes the wrong way, he is so devastated. say that you have too much work/paperwork/homework lately and he just wants to relieve some stress off your shoulders!! poor baby just made things worse: everything is on the wrong place and just his help wasn't helpful. obito feels stupid and dumb. he ends up cooking you something

-obito has all the love language because mmm his partner should feel loved in all the possible ways. just give him quality time and that's enough for him

-but overall, great boyfriend, he is your number one fan, admires absolutely everything you do and when you're not looking, little hearts form in his eyes when he looks at you, he is just so smitten he might as well just ask you to marry him after three weeks of dating

nsfw ->

-man gets hard just by hugging you

-please do not make fun of his condition okay:( he was just sexually restrained as a teen, and just overall shy about anything that had to do with sexy times

-my own hot take but obito probably stayed virgin by choice. like he was desperately waiting for the one to lose his v-card with because otherwise he feels like he is betraying his true love

-and ohhhh obito has NO idea of the beautiful, marvelous, oozing body he possesses. he is big, strong, tall, thick, and just mmmmm

-the first time you mention somehitng about his physique, he gets all flustered!! if you were in the middle of the act, he would need two minutes to calm down or he will cum by just hearing sweet words

-beautiful dick OBVS, he doesn't know how to use it, lets be reals. if you are his first time, he is so messy. his movements are so asymmetrical and have zero rhythm. after a few times, he learns

-I can only dream about obito's cock PLEASE. large, thick, curved just the right way to make you squirm. just BIG. his dick just springs up every time he takes his pants off and it hits his abdomen in the most sensual way posible. cock possible as large as your head whaaat

-his pre-cum is so bitter!! the first time you tasted it, you made a face. his cum is even sourer. obito feels a bit bad but he understands and doesn't say anything

-you are literally what matters during those sexy moments. he does not allow himself to feel any pleasure before you. it takes you a lot (just kneeling) to give him a head

-please all your sounds should be moans, or whimpers, or small screams of satisfaction, because if he SEES, or hears, or just senses that he may have hurt you, he stops completely and doesn't touch you until you convince him you are fine

-king of aftercare

[kazumist]

EPISODE 11 ♡ KUNI AND HIS 3 RULES

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / timestamps don't matter

not too long after you sent kunikuzushi that message, you see a familiar car approaching you.

you see, kunikuzushi actually has three rules that everyone (even his parents) has to follow whenever they’re going to ride his car:

one, always shake off the dirt off of your shoes before stepping in. especially if it’s raining. he absolutely loathed the idea of getting his precious car dirtied. 

“just get in already. the rain might get stronger if you don’t hurry up," he says, awkwardly holding an umbrella over your head so that you won’t get wet as you get in the passenger seat. “but i thought you hated—”

“it’s fine. wiping off the raindrops is more annoying.”

two, never eat or drink anything in his car. the idea of doing so is already enough to make kunikuzushi shudder.

“here’s your drink. i didn’t actually get you coffee though, so that’s just hot chocolate.” the grande sized drink was offered. “huh? i didn’t actually expect you to actually do it, but i asked for coffee," you say, taking a sip. the hot temperature of the drink was enough to make you feel comfortable in the cold weather that the rain is causing.

“and let me guess, if i actually got you coffee, that’d be your third cup today, no?”

silence.

“thought so.”

and last but not least, three. always ask for permission if you want to play music in his car. although this one is simply common decency at this point, kunikuzushi started to get annoyed when your other friends would play music all of a sudden without notifying him first.

“here,” he says, his phone in his hand.

“what am i supposed to do with your phone?”

“play music, obviously. why else would i give it to you right now?”

oh.

“oh. okay, uhm.” it was awkward to say, at least.

this behavior or treatment from him isn’t new. but you didn’t expect to still receive it after... well, everything. scrolling through his list of liked songs on spotify, you decided to just hit shuffle. soon after, the little screen on his car says, “the way you look at me — christian bautista”.

with the calming piano tunes starting to play during the ride, the exhaustion from everything you did today started to sink in, and you eventually started to feel drowsy. choosing to close your eyes a bit, you unknowingly started to doze off.

what you weren’t aware of, though, is that the driver next to you would glance at you from time to time when the light was red. he would switch lanes as well, choosing lanes that would have just a bit of traffic just so he could admire the person next to him sleeping peacefully more.

kunikuzushi was content with this—to have you this close. the distance was enough for him to be sure that he could never love someone else after you.

meanwhile…

“huh? that’s weird. why did kuni turn right? he should’ve gone left since he was taking (name) home.” lyney says, looking at the life 360 of your friend group at the moment.

lynette just looks at his screen and proceeds to drink her tea. “leave them be, lyney. i’m sure kuni knows what he’s doing.”

extra notes.

omg heyyyy sorry for ghosting </3 i'll try to update more these days hehehe

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[defrosted69]

My Laker Star (Yunjin Story)

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So this is basically a continuation of the first story of My laker star but this is now Yunjin's story. If you havent read it, you should as it gives a little background of this story. Someone requested me this and the plot and I tweak a few of it. Hope you Guys enjoy.

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You were at home when you kept examining the handwriting on the back of the album that the girls had signed earlier. None of them appear to line up on the handwriting, which adds to the confusion. Could there have been a signature among the girls that you missed?

"Who wrote this one? All their penmanship shows who they are but this one is so different…"

You groaned and lay on your bed, looking at the ceiling, hoping for any insight into who this person is. But then it hit you like a baseball, and you grabbed your phone and contacted someone who could assist you. You'd think it would take a few seconds for the individual to respond, but she replied after the first ring.

"Hey Jennifer, Can I meet you tomorrow?

"KFJSHDJSJS!! Sure… What time?

"Umm.. Does 10am sound good? We can meet infront of the staples arena.

"Sure sure. I'll be there. Wear your best outfit okay? Hehehe~

You were perplexed by her statements, but this was Yunjin we were talking about. She had been rather unpredictable with her acts when you first met her. You couldn't help but agree with her remark. Yunjin has become more attractive despite the years of not seeing her. That's not to say she wasn't lovely before; in fact, she was well-known in high school for being nice and attractive. It's surprising how you ended up friends with someone as lovely as her.

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It was another typical high school day, and the sun was shining brightly with no clouds in the sky. The sky was blue, and it was one of those days when you simply wanted to sleep, but you couldn't since you had a sharp-eyed instructor in front of you. That is, until a thought occurred to you. The teacher saw your question as you raised your arm.

"Miss I need to go to the bathroom. Nature is calling"

"And why should I allow you?"

"Guess I'll just take a shit here then"

As the teacher groaned and begged you to hurry up, the class chuckled at your reply. You exited the classroom with a smile on your face and began roaming the corridors. You're pleased the hall monitors are all in class because you could have been sent to the student behavioral office and punished by cleaning the school garden, which would have been the worst penalty possible. The gardeners were not cleaning up the weeds that were all over the property. It didn't even appear like a garden; it was more like a tiny forest.

In the schoolyard, an angelic voice stopped your walk. It was strange for someone to be singing like that in this period, but what perplexed you the most was why the choir would rehearse outside with the sun shining brightly. You went outside because you were curious and spotted a female singing alone on a bench.

It was quite surprising that someone like her could get those voices all by herself. Your eyes narrowed as you realized the female wasn't simply any other chick. Everyone was talking about the legendary Yunjin Huh. Many males wanted to get to know her better, but her welcoming demeanor worked as a barrier, making the guys feel rejected even if they didn't confess.

As she finished her song, you couldn't help but clap grabbing her attention as she didn't expect that soemone would have heard her.

"Wow, that's amazing Yunjin"

"Oh.. I didn't know I wasn't alone.. Hehe.. What's your name?"

"Y/N McDaniels. So your the famous Yunjin huh."

You slowly walked towards her as Yunjin giggled and shook her head in denial.

"I'm not famous Y/N."

"Well if you say so."

"Well aren't you suppose to be in class?"

"With a weather like this? I would rather stay here anf enjoy the winds passing by."

Yunjin giggled as she found you entertaining right away. She's seen how boys at school attempt to appear cool in front of her, but with just a few words, she can tell you don't care about impressing her since your lips just says what's on your mind.

"That is true. Honestly, I would have just stayed somewhere and sleep."

You Chuckeled and thought that her idea wasn't bad at all. Perhaps you can find a place to take a nap or just a place to sleep the day from.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea actually. Any ideas?"

"Oh, well there's the rooftops. There's behind the water and wall where you can sleep. My friends told me about it."

"Looks like a place I need to visit soon. Anyway, your singing earlier, isn't that opera style?"

Yunjin happily nodded her head as a smile appeared on her face. Not many people her age know how Opera is. Sure they know that its a mix of music and acting but it's also a story and a way of showing the emotions in the story.

"You know Opera?"

"I have been through a few shows before with my friends. Are you in an opera club or something?"

"Yes! Actually hold on Y/n. Just stay there."

Yunjin dashed back to the school building while you stood there waiting for her. It was wonderful how Yunjin treated you like a friend and not a stranger since most people would have shut you down if you tried to chat. But Yunjin was unique. She returned not long after with a ticket in hand.

"We actual have a show this Friday at the school gym. I hope you can be there to watch"

She smiled pleasantly, and you could see the passion and love she had for performing on stages in her grin. You weren't someone who like performing on stage, so having the confidence to express your gift was something you admired in her. But you smiled and took the ticket.

"Sure, I'll be there. You better not dissapoint me Yunjin. I'm a little critical to critiques."

Yunjin laughed at your remark as she playfully rolled her eyes at you.

"Oh please, Just call me Jennifer. And it's like you know what the TRUE OPERA is."

"I know."

"Then what is it?"

"…That's a secret that will be answered soon."

You and Yunjin both chuckled as you got to know each other better. She was a basketball lover, which was your topic of conversation, and you completely lost track of time attempting to communicate with her as both of you were comfortable talking to each other as if you had been friends for a long time.

And you could see how she shone on stage with her acting and powerful vocals during her performance. You could see her potential on a larger scale since, as time passed, you and Yunjin literally became best friends because her friends mixed nicely with your personality. You both enjoyed making each other laugh and were each other's strongest supporters. So you were overjoyed when she informed you she was heading to Korea to pursue her ambition.

"Jen I'm proud of you. I know you'll do well there in Korea. Show them the American power RAAAAHHH!!"

Yunjin laughed at your silly antic but deep down, she was quite nervous. She was Korean but she wasn't sure if the people there would immediately accept her since she's been living in America for so long. Of course she hasn't forgotten her tone when it comes to speaking her native tounge.

"Heh.. Yeah…"

"Hey Jen, don't worry. You'll do fine. In fact I have something for you so that you wouldn't feel nervous all the time."

You grab your Keychain and handed her your key to your room at your house. This confused Yunjin as she chuckled.

"Why your key?"

"Because in that key holds my room at my house we're we made memories together, having fun and supported each other. That key symbolizes our friendship and my support for you on whatever you will do in the future. So Yunjin, Goodluck! Hehe"

Yunjin sobbed and gave you a bear embrace as you gave her one final grin. Yunjin didn't often reveal her tender side to you, but when she did, it made her appear so frail that you wanted to shield her from the outside world. More than anything else, you didn't want her to fail in life, even if you didn't enjoy seeing her miserable. You thought that you would still be friends with her in the future and that you could be her pillar of support. even if you both have more time than ever.

"Heh.. Thanks Y/N.. I'll make sure I'll be an famous Idol. So.. You better be an NBA star when we meet again got it?"

You gave her a pat on the back and a smile came on your face. Yunjin has always enjoyed challenging you, even on small matters, but this time you are determined to fulfill your ambition even more.

"Heh ,when we meet again, let's have lunch together."

"Ohhh kinda like a date? I'm in!"

"Maybe? But it's still a long time from now. So don't get your hopes up"

"Oh I will. So you better keep your end of the bargain."

Both of you laughed wholeheartedly as you enjoyed Yunjin being in your embrace. It was gonna take a long time again to even see her or even communicate with her so this moment will forever leave a mark in your life because this moment, could be the last time you'll ever see each other again.

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But Destiny spoke a sike. and forced you two to reunite. And you two kept your words to yourself. Because you were a star player for the Los Angeles Lakers and Yunjin was now a famous idol with her group Lesserafim. Meeting her again seemed like a dream come true, and her beauty has only become more stunning.

Standing infront of the staples arena, you were waiting for Yunjin as the sun was slowly reaching its peak. You were quite earlier than the proposed time because you have this unexplained feeling where you wanted to see her and just spend time with her. That thought alone made you smile like an idiot.

"This guy is smiling by himself. So weird.."

You chuckled as a shadow of an umbrella blocked the sunlight as Yunjin was smiling at you. Her bright smile didn't change all this years as you stood up but your eyes immediately caught something familiar.

"You… You still have my key? After all this years?"

You were amazed when Yunjin had your key made into an necklace as Yunjin blushed a little before smiling at you and hugging you with her arms wrapped around your neck.

"Hehehe, It's because it's very important to me~ well.. That means your very important to me hehe"

Your heart began to rush faster after hearing those words, and your cheeks turned redder than normal. Although Yunjin wasn't supposed to drive you crazy, your heart is currently in her grasp.

"T-Thanks… I… I miss you too Jen"

"Come on call me Yunjin. What? Your shy now? Hehe~"

As Yunjin prodded your nose, smiling and scrunching it, she withdrew. You had never seen this side of Yunjin before, and it was changing the way you perceived her. You took the umbrella from Yunjin, and she grasped your hand.

"Say Y/N, how's your parents doing?"

"Oh, there actually in the city right now."

"Oh really?! Then let's have dinner with them."

"You know… That isn't a bad Idea. Let's do it!"

"Yehey! Hehe~"

As you chuckled at Yunjin's goofy yet endearing actions, she clung to your side. As you two strolled through the streets of Los Angeles holding hands, you lifted the umbrella to shield her from the sun. When you were holding her hand and being this close to her, you started to ponder if the Yunjin you had before was simply a friend and the Yunjin you had now was a lady you could love. To be honest, you weren't accustomed to being this tactile with her before and nothing really meant anything before.

Love…

Love….

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You shook your head at that thought as you couldn't believe your head process such an crazy thought. You in love with your friend?! You must be crazy.

"What am I thinking?! She's your friend. That's crossing the line"

Yunjin smiled slightly as she noticed the sorrow on your face. So far, her strategy of getting you to fall in love with her was working nicely. She is aware that time has gone between you two, and her heart has at last come to the realization that you are the man she desires. They said she was a late bloomer, but following the game, she broke down and acknowledged her love for you, and her heart is calling out for you.

She giggled and getting your attention from her as her eyes glittered with admiration and love.

"What's wrong Y/N? You looked in distress. You wanna take a shit or something?"

She laughed at her own remark and just like that, your thoughts was erased by Yunjin being happy again. Her smile was very precious to you and you were willing to sacrifice the world just to protect that smile of hers.

"Nu-Uh. Silly. Anyway, my parents made a reservation for their dinner tonight. I can message them that I'll join them with you. I'm sure they would love to see you again"

"Heh, I kinda miss your parents too. Especially you…"

"What was that?"

"I said I'm hungry. Buy me food Daniels."

As you purchased her a new York burger, you smiled at her moniker. You two took a seat on a wooden bench and started gorging on the burger like two ravenous racoons causing mayhem. It was evident from strolling around the city how stunning and wonderful Yunjin was. Even if it occasionally made you grimace, her grin and antics made you smile. You were forced to reconsider when she seemed to have an odd fascination towards you out of the blue.

Do you miss her because she's an old friend?

Or

Do you miss her because your falling for her?

Your gaze was fixed on her the whole day, and your hand remained in hers. While everything around you grew hazy, Yunjin glowed brightly. The city was still bustling even though the sun had long set. While strolling through the city center, you and Yunjin noticed a pianist who was playing a melodic tune.

"Wanna see me sing Y/N?"

"You'll sing?"

"Yeah. I'll show you my progress before finally becoming an Idol."

You couldn't help but feel proud at her as you let her hand go as she walked towards the performer. They spoke as he handed her the mic and soon a small crowd began to form surrounding her. Yunjin eyed you and smiled.

"This song is for my tall best friend right there. Hope you like this."

As the audience cheered you on, you flushed. Everyone was mesmerized by Yunjin's voice as the pianist started to play, and you couldn't help but gaze at her in wonder. It seemed to be the song of the heart the way she was singing it. Every second that goes by, your heart is beating harder and louder, and her eyes are constantly glinting at you.

Your heart was calling out for her, letting you know that you were missing her, and maybe you realized as soon as you heard her voice. Her music told the tale of how you and Yunjin overcame adversity together to realize your own aspirations rather than just being a show. A startling glimpse of memories passed before your eyes, showing you that the sacrificed tears and disappointment were ultimately worthwhile. You got a peek into Yunjin's struggles while she pursued her goals.

You two persevered through difficult obstacles and ascended to the top, showcasing your skill to the world. Yunjin may now share her voice and its stories with the world.

But there was one thing you didn't want Yunjin to show.

And it was her smile.

You wanted Yunjin to smile only to you and nobody else. Your heart had given the brain the message that you...

Have fallen in love

As the song ended, an eruption of cheer engulf Yunjin as she smiled happily. She thanked the pianist and walked toward you happily. Your smile wasn't the smile you usually show, it was now full of admiration and love.

"So Did I do well?"

You could only nod your head at her as no words can describe how much she shined beautiful right now. Yunjin giggled as she blushed seeing how you stare at her. She could feel her heart racing so much and she could feel the atmosphere change now. She could feel that something amazing was bound to happen.

"Yunjin… Your amazing.."

"Heh.. C-Come on.. I-It's nothing special.."

Yunjin blushed and shyly looked away as you stare at her. Yunjin returned her gaze at you as both of you stare at each other's eyes seeing admiration and love in them. Your throat was getting more and more dryer as you don't know what to speak but you could feel the moment was now.

"Yunjin… I-"

"Wait Hold on. I wanted to show you something Y/N"

You were interested in what Yunjin was about to show you when she took something out of her pocket. Then, when she attached it to her necklace, a little gold heart materialized in her hand.

"Y/N, Do you know why I added a heart in my necklace?"

You gulped as her cheeks were turning red. You weren't a fool, you know why she placed that heart near the key you gifted her.

"Yeah…"

"Then I don't need to explain much. All you need to hear is that You unlocked my feelings for you. When I was down, I was holding on in this key knowing you were going through the same hardship as me. Even when we were far away, I knew you were still supporting me as I am too you. So.. Y/N… "

The ambiance has grown more strong as everyone vanished out of sight and the surrounding sounds abruptly subsided. You and Yunjin seemed to be the only people in the world. After taking a deep breath, Yunjin looked into your eyes and spoke the song that was on her heart.

"I.. Like you.. Not as my best friend or bestie but as I guy.…I wanna spend my life with."

"Yunjin…."

"I love you Y/N."

There it was, the final song of her heart was performed right infront of you as it was your turn to either applause her performance or be a critique towards her. You already know your answer as you spoke.

"Yunjin I-"

"Shhh..Y/N, I'm not the only girl you should think about."

Yunjin placed a finger on your mouth stopping you from saying the 3 words that you desperately wanted to say. But hearing her words made you confused on what she meant.

"What do you…"

Your phone vibrated indicating a notification as your eyes widen upon seeing the message. You looked at Yunjin who smiled and nodded her head.

"That's right Y/N. It's not just me who's in love with you…"

Your phone vibrated again and this time the messages says…

Zuhazana sent you a message

"Can we meet Y/N?"

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"You left me! Why didn't you come back to me!"

"Sakura let me explain"

Rui was at a loss for words as tears streamed down her cheeks. He is aware of how horrible what he did was and how deeply it wounded Sakura.

"No, no! I hate you!!"

3 words that crushed the heart of Rui as Sakura stormed away with tears rolling down her eyes. He could only sigh as he dug himself a hole he never will escape.

"What have I done…."

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If possible to request this, Wally comforting a listener who is VERY afraid of thunder (and loud, sudden noises in general)?

I can certainly try! I hope you enjoy!! <3 (It could've been a bit better, so I apologize it's not the best!) 💕💕💕

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Subtitles, wally speaking: sweetheart?? What are you still doing up?? [pause] The thunder scared you.. Oh my... Shh, it's okay... It's alright... Just breathe, alright?? Come here come here let me hold you... I understand that thunder can be quite scary. I- it can be very very loud... But it'll be okay! Everything's going to be alright... Home is here to protect us, nothing is going to hurt you as long as I'm around... [pause] and, just think... Storms provide rain, and rain helps plants grow! Just think of how happy frank will be to wake up and see that their plants are growing! Storms aren't all bad... But I suppose they are a bit frightening... Though, with a little bit of patience, the storm will pass! And it'll be another beautiful day in the neighborhood, won't it? [pause] I can see you smiling! Alright neighbor.. You should probably get and get some more sleep... Don't worry, I'll hold you for the rest of the night... Would you like me to rub your back?? That usually helps me fall asleep when I'm a little too scared... Heheh, of course my darling. Remember... I love you very much... Sleep well my darling.

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Chapter 7 of 11! (Seven Eleven heheh) [MasterPost]

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

Shadow’s ears twitched at the sound, well before he even realized he heard it. Groaning, he lifted his head in response, brain still foggy from sleep. “Eh?”

He was on the couch, he realized, rubbing his sore neck as coherent thoughts trickled back in. He must’ve fallen asleep while reading again.

Tap. Tap. 

“Coming, coming!” He shouts to no one in particular. Standing up, the book that sat forgotten in his lap thudded on the floor, splaying spine-up messily, eliciting a wince from the owner. With much more care, Shadow picked it up, straightened the pages and lined it up with the other of its series on the coffee table. 

The relentless tapping continued, and it was only then that he realized it didn’t sound like the wood of his door. 

His head snapped to the window much too late, only to see the emerald eyes of someone he would’ve never expected peering back at him. “Sonic?” 

The door was open before he registered he’d moved, the awaiting star outside giggling at his mindless haste. “Heya, Shads! Had a nice nap?”

“What? You… How are you here? D-did I ever give you my address?” Shadow stuttered, ignoring Sonic’s question. “You know what, I’m not going to ask. You’re here. What for?”

The idol only grinned cheekily, patting Shadow’s shoulder as he slipped past and into the house, never dropping the gaze he had locked on to the host. It was as if he was waiting, but for what Shadow didn’t know. He felt a little dumb, standing there with no idea why someone was in his house. Was he supposed to do something?

He… doesn’t remember how to act with guests over.

“Well? You gonna close the door?” Sonic said, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Right. The pianist reached behind him and fumbled with the doorknob, completely off put by how nonchalant his visitor was. It was as if Shadow was the one that randomly showed up in the middle of the night to a house that he shouldn’t have known the address to in the first place.

“So. This is your favorite place, huh?” Sonic threw himself onto the couch, head swiveling like an owl’s as he drank in the sights of the little house. “Pretty neat,” he muttered, sinking into the cushions, “Cozy, too.”

The more he talked, the more Shadow just… stopped working. “W…why did you come to my house again? Just to see it for yourself?”

“Ha!” Sonic sat up, smirking. “Tails was driving me up the wall— which, mind you, are pretty small in a RV— so I decided to stretch my legs and take a run ‘round the ‘hood.” He looks smug, holding his fingers up to his face like one of those girls looking at their nails, despite wearing gloves. Why did he wear gloves all the time? Shadow quietly stowed the question away for the next Q&A. “I also left my watch, so he’s probably worrying his guts out right now.”

“That…” seems a little too far. But it wasn’t his place to judge Sonic’s actions, and it’s not like he knew the context of the situation, so, “...doesn’t answer my question. Why my house?”

“Oh. Uh… would you believe me if I said I just happened to see you through the window?”

The look on Shadow’s face probably told him more than enough. “Um. Well, I was thinking of you. And I was thinking about my favorite place in the whole wide world,” the idol admitted sheepishly, scratching at his cheek. “I thought that maybe I should show you.”

“It’s nearing midnight. You could’ve come tomorrow.” Shadow pointed out. But he was curious now, his words holding no edge to them. What was so special that it would warrant this sudden visit?

“But now is the best time to see it!” Sonic argued. “Come on, you’ll understand when we’re there!”

“Alright, alright,” Shadow grumbled. “Give me a moment to get ready.”

“Okay! Make sure to wear comfortable clothes. It’ll be quite a hike to get there.”

………………………………

“You’re not going to tell me where we’re going?” Shadow muttered, trying to hide his unease. He didn’t usually go out this late after dark. Trailing after Sonic was easy enough, he supposed, but he’d really appreciate it if he could get a sense of direction. He would’ve appreciated it even more if they’d just taken his bike, but that was beside the point.

He doesn’t recognize this part of town. Whether it was the night messing with his senses or just a new route, he didn’t like it. The ominous lighting of the shielded streetlights didn’t help, especially not when the one down the corner was flickering like mad. Sonic didn’t seem to mind at all though.

“We’ll be there soon,” he assured. “It’s in the one and only Emerald Park. I loved running through that place when I was littler, but there’s a special spot that I call my favorite.”

“Emerald Park?” Shadow recognized the name. He’d been there when he was a child, too. But those memories had been left behind, fading with age. The most he could remember was Maria’s awestruck face as she exclaimed something he couldn’t recall, the green canopies above throwing cooling shade over her golden hair.

“Yeah.” Sonic stopped, and in the dark Shadow made out a plaque declaring their location. He was starting to have second thoughts… more like third thoughts at this point. Should they really be here at this time of night? 

A sudden warmth enveloped his wrist, and Shadow swore his heart nearly tore out of his chest. It was only when he yanked back and Sonic toppled into him with a yip that he realized it was just the other hedgehog’s hand.

“Oh! Oh, Chaos, I’m sorry,” he stammered, the cool nighttime air doing nothing to hamper the sheer embarrassment that lit his face, not helped by the fact that Sonic was now in his arms. The dancer only laughed, however, straightening and wrapping his fingers around Shadow’s wrist again. 

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll admit that this place is pretty spooky in the dark. Man, I missed it so much.” 

“Should we really be here?” Shadow breathed aloud, just to be sure, to which Sonic huffed. No verbal answer was given, and the musician found himself being led through the open gate onto worn trails. Whether that was a yes or no, he didn’t know.

He was blind now, metaphorically and nearly physically. The shadowed trees that towered over them blocked out the moon, and there were no artificial lights to speak of. Almost like a scene in a horror movie… yet despite that, the usually unnerving sights didn’t get much further than slightly raising his heart rate, adrenaline doing a fine job in activating his senses. 

He was putting so much trust into Sonic, he realized. There was every chance that the idol could do something or lead him somewhere dangerous, intentionally or unintentionally, and he would be powerless to stop it. Not out here, as much of a wilderness as he’d ever been. Yet somehow, Shadow had complete faith that nothing would go wrong.

Somewhere, sometime, Sonic had started idle chatter. Of course he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. It was quite endearing, the way he could go on about nothing of importance with so much excitement. “...You’re gonna love this place, I’m telling you; I’ve been all over the world, probably seen everything at this point, but nothing beats this place,” he gushed, “not even those really cool landmarks everyone’s heard of! Those are honestly overrated. Or, or— I’m getting off track, hah. We’re nearly there. Anyway, I don’t think I’ve shown anyone besides Tails, so you’re lucky, Shads.” He paused along with his sentence, with Shadow stopping just a little too late, bumping into the hedgehog in front of him. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, silently cursing his clumsiness.

“No need to be!” Sonic assured immediately, pressing closer. Too much closer. Almost touching faces closer. “Stay close, okay? We’re gonna go off the trail. Step where I step so you don’t trip.” He shifted his hand down, intertwining fingers with Shadow.

“Wait, wait, what?” The pianist stumbled, but Sonic had already set off, headed in between inconspicuous trees and taking Shadow with him. 

“Don’t worry,” he whispered back. “I know this place like the back of my hand. We won’t get lost.”

“I… okay.” And immediately, Shadow’s foot caught a stray root, sending him tumbling into the idol. The two landed on top of each other, both surprised and one embarrassed. 

“Sorry, sorry! Gosh, I’m such an idiot.”

Sonic laughed, untangling himself. “It’s okay. It’s easy to slip up here. I’ve done it even after years.” They helped each other up, did a quick once-over for complications, and started again.

The dancer took more care to lead this time… which involved holding both of Shadow’s hands. His cheeks were probably glowing with how much heat circulated there— he felt like a baby learning to walk, stumbling over his own two feet while Sonic stepped backwards, all confidence and grace, only occasionally sparing a few glances into the darkness behind him.

“We’re almost there…” the guide murmured after what felt like forever. Something flicked into Shadow’s face, making him cringe. He was sure he’d gotten several scratches from all the branches clawing at them. This better be worth it. 

“Prepare yourself…”

They entered a clearing, and Shadow couldn’t help the shrill squeak that came out of his mouth at the sight. It was as if all the breath had been sucked out of him, held captive by what lay before him.

It… it was heaven itself.

High above, stars like he’d never seen swirled around the full moon, bathing all in holy silver. The drop of a steep cliff gave way to a sprawling landscape which he recognized as the quiet nighttime Green Hill, dotted with the occasional light but otherwise inky black. If he looked closely, he could see the sky reflected in the lake, as if a portal had opened on its glassy surface, beckoning the curious to slip into a dream. 

Nearer to himself, grass tamed only by Mother Nature swayed in the gentle breeze, tickling his pant legs. Overhead, trees shifted and rustled, reminding him of their ever-reaching presence. Fireflies darted here and there, flashing their own lights to compete with the twinkling stars. 

Oh, it was a feast for the eyes, a secret paradise, a whole living fairytale, and right beside him, the blue hedgehog that opened the door to all of this, wearing a knowing grin as he let Shadow soak it all in.

“Pretty, isn’t it?”

Shadow couldn’t agree more.

A gentle tug redirected his attention to the one holding his hand, guiding him further. The two settled in the grass blanketing the ridge, letting the moon shine peace onto them. 

“When… when did you find this place? How?” Shadow couldn’t help but ask once he finally found his voice. It was magical, really. Exactly the kind of place you would expect Sonic would call his favorite.

The dancer looks wistful for a second. “When I was barely a teenager, reckless and really, really eager for freedom. I don’t sleep easy, and that combined with an adventurous streak led to me stumbling across this place. It just… called out to me, I guess.”

Shadow watched as he fell backward, coming to a rest on his elbows. Pale in the starlight, Sonic’s face tilted to the swirling sky, his smile like a crescent moon. “This is where I feel most inspired. There’s… there’s a magic to this place, I’m telling you, and I was thinking you might feel it too.”

It certainly looked like Wonderland, but he got the feeling that Sonic meant “magic” literally. In which case, he wanted to shout that the idea was ridiculous. Magic wasn’t real. 

…But at the same time, a part of Shadow was compelled to agree, or at least try to understand the thought.

“You don’t get it, do you?” 

The pianist winced at the comment. But when he started to say something, he realized that Sonic wasn’t looking at him, or anything at all. Blue eyelids lay shut, a neutral expression pasted on his face as he breathed deeply, focused and detached at once. The words Shadow meant to say died in his throat. 

A moment later, a soft smile graced the idol’s lips and he whispered something too quiet for the other to hear. Sonic stood up and brushed himself off, stretching, leaving Shadow completely and utterly lost, still. 

He felt like he was interrupting something, something he couldn’t yet understand. But then glittering emeralds snapped over to him, partnered with a cheeky yet confident grin. Sonic offered a hand and he took it, letting himself be pulled to his feet. His expression was more than likely the opposite of the idol’s, layered with confusion and curiosity, a desperate plea to know what the hell was going on.

Shadow’s silent inquiry was met not with an answer, but a demand.

“Let’s dance.”

[karlyboyyy]

Episode 8 post-credits scene (ya know, if it had one)

Rei sat there, staring at the birthday cake and the candles he just blew out. In the background, he hears Kazuki attempting to wake a sleeping Miri. “Miri~ come on now, don’t you wanna eat some cake with Rei Papa? Ah, I guess it is pretty late. Oh well, let’s get you to bed then.” Kazuki gently scoops Miri up from the couch.

As he carries Miri to her room, he walks by the dining table and catches a glimpse of Rei, who’s chewing on a bite of the cake. But then he sees something he’s never seen before. There are tears building up in Rei’s eyes. Rei takes another bite of cake, seemingly unaware of the look on his own face. Kazuki walks toward him. “Hey~ what are you doing? It’s just cake, no need for the water works. You should know by now that Miri cares about you.” Kazuki reaches out his free hand and brushes the stray piece of Rei’s hair out of his face. “And I suppose I care about you too, you idiot.” Kazuki leans down and plants a kiss on Rei’s forehead. “So don’t make us worry like that again, asshole!”

Kazuki walks away with Miri in his arms toward her bedroom. Rei is dumbfounded, but a slight smile brightens his face. Kazuki whispers to Miri in the distance, “I can’t believe he cried! Miri you really missed out hehehe”

“Hey… let’s all sleep together tonight.”

Kazuki stops and turns to look at Rei. Rei’s cheeks are flushed ever so slightly. With a sly grin, Kazuki says in a teasing voice, “Is that your birthday wish?”

“Yes.” No hesitation. Kazuki chuckles, “Alright, as you wish. But go wash up first, you’re filthy! Whose blood is that anyway?! It better not be yours!”

Rei smiles to himself. I think this is happiness.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Male Musume | Barricade

Last Part

Sipping at the beverage in your mug you tried to relish in the sanctity of your new door. Just yesterday Smith miraculously appeared with a hungry stomach and Pypi’s exchange student card in hand. Waving the construction workers in he adamantly demanded you not have sex with any of your tenants which earned some whines before those two specifically Milo took that as an opportunity to start another fight. 

“Hey uh, Smith since it's so crucial that I don’t do that could you maybe put a–monster boy proof specialized door.”

You figured you’d give it a try while he was maintaining this facade he might as well buy into your barricade. Smith stopped chuckling as he pushed his sunglasses further up his nose as you assumed he was peeking at the monster-boys wrestling on the ground behind. 

“Sure babe. All to make sure you don’t push yourself onto these boys?”

There seemed to be a silent form of agreement as you nodded. He laughed again blocking his face with his hand as he directed the various construction workers. By the time they finished Smith dismissed himself with a full belly and you were testing the new boundaries of your door. 

“DARLING! PlEASE let Us iN!” 

“Yeah! How are we supposed to mate when we’re both not behind that door!”

“...Actually just let Me in darling!”

Man were anime builders just the best. The thuds of what had to be Milo’s hands and tail were nothing against the strength of the steel door. Even better, the picking you assumed that Pypi was attempting to do was completely fruitless as the only key that could bypass its lockpick-safe was hanging pretty around your neck. You prided yourself on your initiative to stash some snacks before locking yourself inside. Waking early you stepped over the sleeping monster boys to get your mug and breakfast before retreating to your sanctuary. 

Finally with time alone you could register all the new changes to the timeline you knew so well. So far none of the timeline has changed in spite of your best efforts. You didn’t want to lose hope that you could escape this but the chances were getting slim. In a public space, under a roof, and a pile of cats Pypi still found you and ended up as your latest burden. On top of that the bizarre affection for you seemed to have been totally unprecedented. You…could see Miia doing something like you saw Milo do since he ‘was in love.’ But you couldn’t exactly see her threaten the man of her affections because there was a chance he’d evict her or knowingly squeeze around him tighter until he agrees to give her affection. Even Papi was more of a bird brain when she first appeared enough so that she gave the impression of being an actual kid–a far cry from the male-harpy that only seems to have ‘nesting and mating’ on the brain. 

“Hehehe–”

It wouldn’t be long before the male Centorea showed up which no doubt would result in some pain and injury on your part. Perhaps when he proclaimed whatever allegiance to you that you deny him maybe so that he’d rather be interested in someone else–

“Heheheh—ah what is that?!”

Finally realizing the cool and scaly appendage that was tickling you was reaching from beneath the door. No! It seems the only flaw to your barricade was the slight opening beneath the door. 

“Awww Darling, you look or rather feel like you were enjoying that!”

“N-no I wasn’t! Now s-stop you’re g-gonna make me pee myself!”

“Sure!”

As soon as his muffled voice rang out his tail uncurled from around you to begin fiddling with the door knob. Standing up now you realized if you didn’t intervene he was going to get in. You at first try to pull him away yourself only for your muscles to be rendered useless with how powerful his tail was. Opting for another option you begin moving some furniture in front of the door. No sooner than after you finished putting a wardrobe in his path did the door click open. 

“Oh Darling! There’s no need to hide! I’m not too angry! I’ll be even less angry if you ergh-! Move this stuff from the door and let me in!”

You could feel the angry twitch in his brow as he lied in attempts to wedge himself in. Frantically looking for some form of defense you found none. But what you did find was the window you had previously kept locked in hopes to deter Pypi from discovering its access. Undoing the lock you let yourself out just barely hanging off a pipe as you could hear Milo break into the room. Refusing to look down you tried to manevuer your way down looking every which way in an attempt to figure out how you were going to get down. So focused on your way down you almost missed the muscular serpentine tail swinging at you from the open window. Keyword: almost. Losing your grip in a split-second effort to not be scooped up by the appendage you made a scathing descent into the grass below.

“Ow!” 

“Ahh! Darling! Oh no my poor baby! Why didn’t you stay still!? I’ll come down there right away!”

“Nope! No you don’t! You’ll get deported if you do that!”

His worried face quickly morphed into a smile that on the surface gave the impression of a calm lamaiae. In truth he was seething and the only proof was the light twitch in his eyebrows.

“Darling~didn’t we talk about what would happen if–”

“Not by me! The country will do it! You can’t leave the house without me, remember?!” 

“...” 

Silently scratching his nails at your concrete windowsill with a scary face, you took your leave. 

“W-well since I’m so hurt I’ll just take myself to the clinic down the road.”

“I can do that for you just fine, Darling. I’m very studious. I can recall all the muscles that allow you to run from me. So why don’t you come back-”

You didn’t bother trying to negotiate, finally limping off the property to go to the clinique. You wondered how long you had before Milo finally got over his pride and sent Pypi to retrieve you. Shaking off the anxiety you tried to think about the current issue now—that you were in a position to meet Centorea’s male counterpart. Unlike the original guy you were injured and not on a store run..though you did need to run to the store at some point. You were careful around intersections checking multiple times before crossing so that you weren’t going to be rammed by a centaur. 

You went on without issue, cheering to yourself as you began to make your way to the clinque just ahead. As you got closer you could make out the blaring lights of a police car with its side door open and waiting. You could see two officers apprehending some man in tattered clothes, another officer was speaking to a woman clutching her bag and another officer was speaking to a centaur. 

Not just any centaur but a blonde one that was happily pointing towards you as he nodded at the officer. You groaned as you continued to slowly make your way over, not bothering to rush as the officers eventually departed and the centaur trotted his way to you. Coming closer the centaur with those familiar features opened his mouth for that inevitable dreaded greeting:

“Hello I’m Centoreo, you are my destined master!”

[spideystevie]

trying (and failing) to make heart-shaped adaptations of any food w stevie 💘 hehehe i reckon he’d try it with pancakes or smth :) and it would be this cute heart & a smiley face one but when he flips it looks like a blog and an actual devil face 👹 ur laughing and he’s like it’s a HEART stop laughing at me

ruby this one was soooo !!! i combined it with another blurb request i got (the one above) since they seemed similar and went together pretty well, at least i thought so!! hope you love it, it’s sweet <3 - [1.1k] | join the party!

Valentine’s Day always proved to be a bit bittersweet for you. You loved the influx of pink around town, the hearts plastered around and the heart shaped items the stores would put out. The chocolate selection always seemed to be better too you thought. 

On the other hand, what was supposed to be a day full of love tended to leave you disappointed. It wasn’t always like that. Not until you started dating it seemed. You thought maybe it was a fluke after your first relationship but then it happened with the next and then the one after that. 

It’s not like you wanted a huge showcase. Maybe just an extra kiss here or there, flowers or chocolates if you were lucky. Really, you think you just wanted to feel an extra bit more loved on a day dedicated to it.  

You learned to quell your expectations when it came to the day. All except for the one where you expected it to be just another average day. 

This year is your first one spent with Steve since you started dating. You’d narrowly missed it last year by a few months and as the days crept closer to the holiday, you tampered down any expectation for the day. But Steve is Steve and even if you don’t expect it, he’s so excited to spend a whole day just lovin’ on you. 

When you wake up the morning of the 14th, he’s not next to you in bed. You’re confused for only a second. A pan clatters in the kitchen and you hear him curse rather loudly. It draws a smile onto your face and you slip out of bed. 

Steve’s in the kitchen trying, and failing rather miserably, at trying to make heart shaped pancakes. With each one he flips, they resemble triangle shaped blobs more than anything. The one currently cooking is promising though and he eagerly slides the spatula beneath it and flips. He groans when it looks nothing like a heart. Again.

At the sound of your soft giggle he looks up, eyes wide in surprise. You’re leaning against the entryway to the kitchen, looking like a dream even if you did just wake up. 

“No,” he seems to whine, his shoulders slouching. You furrow your eyebrows, a mix of confused amusement. “You’re supposed to be sleeping. I’m supposed to wake you up with breakfast in bed.”

Your whole face softens and you think you might melt into a gooey puddle of love on his kitchen floor. The size of your chest suddenly seems much too small for how big your heart has grown. “Oh, Steve.”

He looks at you and when it looks like you’re about to start crying, he gets a little worried. He almost frantically turns the heat to low and drops the spatula to walk over to you. His hands are soft against your cheeks, his thumbs gentle as he strokes against the curve of them. 

“Sweetheart,” he coos, looking between your eyes entirely confused why you’re looking a smidge too sad. “What’s wrong? Is it the breakfast because I can-”

“No,” you say, voice thick with emotion. You shake your head and a watery smile lifts your cheeks, entirely too fond. “No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Oh, well, I don’t. I’m not..” he stammers, a bright red flush coating his cheeks. Your smile gets even wider if it’s possible, your hands coming to rest over the top of his.

“No one’s ever done something like this for me before,” you admit and Steve quiets down immediately. He looks more shocked than anything because he can’t fathom someone not wanting to go the extra mile for you on a day where that’s the whole point. He frowns and looks like he wants to say something but you stop him. 

You jet up just enough to press your lips against his, sweet and soft and all kinds of fond. He hums when you pull back, your nose nudging against his when you fall back to your normal height. 

“You mentioned breakfast?” you ask, eyes shining. Steve seems to remember the pan that’s still on and the pancakes that are cooling rapidly behind him. He nods, dropping his hold from your cheeks to your hands and tugging you into the kitchen. 

You peek at the pile of pancakes he’s already made, though Steve tries to push them out of view. He turns the heat up a notch and grabs the pancake batter. You watch as he pours it out onto the heated surface, a lopsided heart forming and sizzling. At the sight of your smile he pours out one that you believe is supposed to resemble a smiley face. 

You tried to hold back the laugh that escapes when he flips them and they don’t resemble the shapes at all. Really, you did try. The sound splutters out of you, bubbles popping in the air and when Steve looks at you all pouty, you try to hide your smile behind your hand. 

“It’s a heart,” he whines and you laugh again. 

“Steve.”

“Stop laughing at me,” he groans but it dissolves into a laugh of his own. Your laughs mix together in a sweet love song you wish you could play on repeat forever. He scoops the not a heart and smiley face, that looks more demonic than happy, onto the plate with the rest. 

“Here, let me try,” you say, holding out your hands for the batter. Steve relents and hands it to you. He watches as you carefully pour out what’s left of the pancake batter, a heart that’s near perfect. When you flip it over, the shape holds and Steve huffs, pouting again. 

“Not fair,” he whines and you smile, leaning over to kiss away his pout. He holds your face to his, not letting you pull away just yet. You sigh against him, body melting into his. You only pull away when it starts to smell a little burned. 

You gasp, hurriedly flipping the pancake you made to sit with the others. One side of it is significantly darker than the other. Steve laughs this time and you shake your head. It doesn’t matter that Steve’s breakfast surprise seemed to fail, not when you’re kissing him syrupy sweet over lopsided not-hearts at the table.

[scaralvr]

if youre up for it can we PLEASE have some sibling snippets or crumbs🤞🏻 i literally cannot get over them everytime i read ur scara smau their dynamic is just so chaotic and funny

i just know whenever scara takes mona’s crystal ball and theyre fighting over it he throws it over to fischl and tells her to run but mona tells her to give it back and now she’s panicking over what todo😭😭

00. the siblings!! scaramouche x mona x fischl (sibling au) a/n: i think i went too far... AND I TOTALLY AGREE, FISCHL WOULD NEVER PICK A SIDE CAUSE SHE'S TOO NICE LIKE THAT BDJDS

the twins, mona and scaramouche, have a two-minute gap in terms of their birth. i personally think scaramouche was one to cry more than his sister. and boy, did they give ei a hard time with raising them.

"oh, it's the little ones' first birthday already? time flies by so fast." zhongli, a close companion of ei's commented as he gently pinched scaramouche's cheek. scaramouche whined and mona chomped on his other cheek.

in the meanwhile, venti was taken aback, "well, would you look at that. you've raised an animal-" he was cut off when ei slapped him in the back of the head.

venti jokingly exclaimed, "now that's no way to treat someone you went to college with!" zhongli only sighed. scaramouche began to wail, hugging his stuffed giraffe and mona grunted in disapproval, placing a hand on scaramouche's mouth. scaramouche paused before crying even louder.

ei picked him up from the crib, "zhongli, would you please take mona for me? i don't trust that neon green troglodyte with my children." in the background, venti loudly gasped.

as you would imagine, scaramouche and mona grew up around their godfather, zhongli, for a majority of the time since ei was occupied with her business label. and they gave zhongli a rough time too...

two-year-old scaramouche found himself in a problematic situation. "oopsies." he nonchalantly said, looking into the empty marshmallow bag that was supposed to be his sister's, but of course, scaramouche had gotten hungry by now.

he frowned and the tears began to well up in his eyes. "scara? what are you doing back here?" zhongli queried, peering behind the couch where scaramouche was sitting. without hesitation, he bursted into tears, crying so loud, zhongli swore the neighbors would scold him.

mona, hearing this, ran into the living room and jumped onto the couch where scaramouche was hiding so she could take a peek. she curiously glanced at her brother, whom zhongli picked up in his arms.

"baby brother cry?" she asked, her chubby little fingers touching her lips. scaramouche sniveled, burying his face into zhongli's shirt; he just couldn't bare to look at mona after eating what was supposed to be hers. zhongli nodded, "that's right, mona. why don't you cheer him up?"

mona looked at him and then scaramouche. "no. want more 'mallows."

and at the age of four, the twins were blessed with their wonderful baby sister, amy. ever since her birth, the two have been fighting to be her favourite sibling.

"i want to see her!"

"no, me first!"

the two argued in the nursery room and ei tutted, putting her hands on their shoulders. "shh... you're going to wake her." she softly said. "look, the both of you may see her." ei smiled, picking up scaramouche and mona.

they held onto their mother's shirt with balled up fists, peering into the crib. "waah, she has yellow hair!" mona exclaimed. scaramouche pouted, "that's blonde, dummy." he stuck out his tongue and mona grumbled.

ei tsked, "c'mon, you two. this is a chance to get along for once." mona gasped, "she's moving!" wide eyes filled with awe, they watched amy fuss about.

"hehehe, mama, look! she likes the fishies!" mona pointed out, giggling. amy was hugging one of the stuffed fishes in the crib out of the many plushes, sleeping peacefully. ei chuckled as scaramouche giggled as well, "her name should be fischl, like fish."

mona perked up, "the baby or the stuffed toy?"

scaramouche shrugged, "i don't like math."

there was definitely a time fischl got brutally bullied in elementary school for believing her life is like a fantasy from a storybook. once thirteen-year-olds scaramouche and mona found out about it, they weren't happy at all.

"say that again, i dare you." scaramouche threatened with a clenched jaw, eyes blown with anger. "wow, and so now you're silent? come back at our sister when you've grown a pair of balls, would you?" mona said, arms crossed. the boy stammered, "i-i-"

scaramouche held up his fist, "do you want this up your ass?" the boy panted and appeared puzzled, "h-huh?" mona elbowed scaramouche, "the hell did you just say?"

scaramouche blinked a few moments before gasping, "i-i mean, your fac- DO YOU WANT THIS IN YOUR FACE?" he quickly got back into character despite the little mess-up.

"heyyy, fischl!" mona greeted her when she entered the house. scaramouche tossed a marshmallow into his mouth, "how was school?" fischl instantly backed away.

"brother, sister... may i question you as to why you are acting odd?" she squinted, warily looking around like a killer clown would appear out of nowhere.

mona waved her hands around, "no reason, no reason at all!" scaramouche nodded, "i like these marshmallows." mona elbowed him again. fischl paused before grinning, "i had an excellent day, i thank you for asking! i made two allies as well; razor and bennett. though, i feel razor may be having a 'furry' phase..."

at least the boy never bothered fischl again, and along with it, came new friends.

extras!!

-scaramouche and mona have taken a strange liking to marshmallows since they were kids when venti fed it to them even though he wasn't supposed to.

-scaramouche has walked in one too many times on mona gossiping to fischl about the cute boys in her class.

-the three have shared one bedroom since they were born and it stays that way.

-when fischl got a pet bird named oz for her eighth birthday, scaramouche has been ranting to it for three years straight before realizing it's not a parrot.

-mona drags scaramouche to go shopping with her.

-mona is big on fashion and voluntarily buys clothes for her siblings to make them look presentable.

-fischl's preferable fashion is alt and/or dark academia.

-at one point, fischl begged scaramouche and mona to match halloween costumes with her. and that they did, for they went trick-or-treating as fischl portraying alice, mona portraying the queen of hearts and scaramouche portraying the mad hatter.

© scaralvr.

[emsprovisions]

First and/or second prompt for gm ;)

Athena you're so real for this hehehe. the first one immediately formed a scene in my mind so I will go with that one! :)

Oblivious idiots in love Prompts

when they're forced to share a bed, one is freaking out, heart quivering, while the other is half asleep with their mouth wide open

Gus quickly realized that Matt's house didn't have as many rules as his house.

It's not that he wasn't necessarily allowed to share a bed with his friends at sleepovers. It's just that he had a small single bed, and his dad wanted to ensure any friends who spent the night were comfortable. And, okay, really, he wasn't allowed to share a bed with his friends at sleepovers.

For most of the years he had been sleepover-eligible, his only sleepover buddy was Willow. And while Perry Porter was a smart enough man to know Willow was a sisterly figure to his son, he still put his foot down on this matter. His foot remained firm when Matt Tholomule entered the sleepover pool. Matt always slept on the cot they had when he slept over at Gus's house. Gus would set it up in the center of his room–beside his bed–well before Matt arrived and dress it up nice and comfortably for his friend, hoping this cot would provide the best sleep ever. Matt never complained or questioned it, so Gus thought this was simply normal.

So when he arrived at Matt's house, a backpack slung over his shoulder with all his needs for an overnight stay, the first question he had when they got to Matt's room was: "Where am I supposed to sleep?" Matt stared at him, a confused eyebrow raised at the question. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Gus gulped. "There's no cot?"

"Oh," Matt laughed, suddenly realizing what was the matter. "I don't have one."

Gus was sort of taken aback. Even Willow always had cots setup for their sleepovers. At Camila's house, he slept on the couch in the basement while Hunter slept on a sleeping bag on the floor.

"Am I sleeping on the floor then?" Gus asked, still confused about the sleeping arrangement.

"No, dummy. You can just sleep in my bed."

"With you???" Gus's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"What's so wrong with that? My sheets are clean and I don't have boo-ties." Matt crossed his arms and smirked at Gus, whose cheeks felt warm.

"I-I don't–"

"Come on, Porter." Matt sat down on his bed and patted the mattress beside him. "We're not even going to sleep for hours, it'll be fine!"

...

When they did finally crawl into Matt's single bed–so many hours later that they may as well have just waited up for the sun–Gus's heart pounded in his chest as he lay beside Matt. He stared at the already half asleep witch beside him. His mouth hung open and his eyes were opening and closing in such a slow manner that Gus had to stifle a giggle. Moonlight streamed in through Matt's windows, casting a soft glow over his face and although he looked silly, he also looked peaceful.

Gus's heart continued to pound in his chest and worries chased around in his head. He was scared his dad would ask a question that would reveal he broke his dad's rules. He was more thrilled by the proximity of the witch that lay nearly-sleeping beside him.

"Matty?"

"Wassit Ughstus?"

A breathy laugh escaped Gus's lips. "Nothing. Goodnight."

"Gight." This response was immediately followed by the evening out of Matt's breathing and very soft snores. Gus watched him a while longer. His chest rose and fell with every soft breath. He was a peaceful sleeper. Gus chewed on his bottom lip. Matt was cuter than Gus thought he should've been. He sort of hated how cute he thought Matt was. He rolled over suddenly and shut his eyes tight, scooting to the edge of the bed to try and put as much distance between himself and Matt as possible.

Somehow, they woke up even closer than before.

[aeoki]

SS Finals - Prologue

Location: Yumenosaki Rooftop (Press Conference Venue) Characters: Touri, Yuzuru, Eichi, Wataru, Hiyori, Jun, Nagisa & Ibara Season: Winter Writer: Akira

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< Latter half of December, right after “Star Fest”.

Yumenosaki – during the “preparation period” between the “SS” Qualifying Rounds and the Finals. >

Ibara: “Salute~!”

“Welcome to the special programme for the ‘SS’ Finals – the biggest festival in the idol industry!”

Yuzuru: “Your MCs will be myself – Yuzuru Fushimi of ‘fine’, the General Leader of the ‘Red Team’ and…!”

Ibara: “Ibara Saegusa of ‘Eden’, the General Leader of the ‘White Team’! Salute~!”

Yuzuru: “Hehe ♪ We hope the viewers and the press will have an enjoyable time today! Salute~!”

Ibara: *Whispers* …Hey, why’d you copy me just now?

Yuzuru: *Whispers* Just for a little fun ♪ It’s been a while since I had last hosted an event like this…

*Whispers* And I thought I’d imitate “2wink’s” behaviour as they’ve hosted a number of similar events in the past and have been commended for their skills.

*Whispers* I suppose you would call this strategy mirroring. You can gain a sense of affinity with others by behaving in the same way as them.

Ibara: *Whispers* Well, it seems that strategy of yours has failed~ Seeing as I’ve now felt the urge to kill as opposed to a sense of affinity~♪

Yuzuru: *Whispers* Hehe. You’re only feeling that way simply because you’re far too narrow-minded, no?

Ibara: ……… *Tries to step on Yuzuru’s foot out of shot*

Yuzuru: ……… *Dodges*

Eichi: Hehe. It’s such a delight to see sparks flying about, but I’d like it if you can stop with the silly squabble and get the programme moving.

Nagisa: …Yeah. It’s not filmed live and the footage can be edited later, so it’s nothing we need to stop the cameras for.

…But I’m very busy since I have a lot of things I need to do right now. I want to hurry and wrap things up here, so I can go home. Could we pick up the pace?

Eichi: Oh? That’s rare. You always appear to have a lot of spare time. Is it going to rain tomorrow?

It would be nice if it’s clear during the first sunrise of the year, though.

Nagisa: …Yeah. I hope so too.

Hiyori: Indeed! Having fine weather every day is best!

Jun: But this feels pretty nostalgic~ We were filming a special programme here around this time last year too, weren’t we?

“Trickstar” was the one who we were filming with, though.

Wataru: Hehehe. It seems filming these sorts of programmes have become a regular thing every year now. Yumenosaki Academy is the sponsor for “SS”, after all.

Jun: Yeah, but the sponsor is “ES” starting this year.

Is that why we’re filming a promotional programme here? Because the event was sponsored by Yumenosaki in the past?

Wataru: Indeed. It’s a tradition that doesn’t specifically need to change and so, here we are – filming that very programme at Yumenosaki again this year.

Jun: I see. I learnt something new.

Wataru: …You surprisingly don’t hesitate to talk to me.

Jun: ? Uh, was I not supposed to…?

Wataru: No, no. Come to think of it, you’re the only one in “Eden” who doesn’t have any ties to our “fine” members”, correct?

Jun: Oh~ I had heard Ohii-san and Nagi-senpai were originally members of “fine” in the past… So I guess they’re connected to you guys in that way, huh.

I have no idea why Ibara is always trying to bite that Fushimi person’s head off, though.

Wataru: They’re like childhood friends, apparently. How envious. Mr Butler doesn’t speak of his own past, so I don’t know the details, however.

Himegimi, do you know anything about that?

Touri: …………

Wataru: …Himegimi?

Touri: Whaa? Huh? What? Sorry, my mind was elsewhere!

Wataru: There’s no need to apologise. Are you alright? You seem to be quite absent-minded recently – It’s too early to be in the holiday mood.

Touri: Yeah… I–I’m okay. I just haven’t been sleeping much recently.

There’s a “preparation period” between the “SS” Qualifying Rounds and the Finals, so we’re supposed to be getting a proper rest during that time…

But they’re still making us work despite that. Maybe I’m just exhausted.

Wataru: I see. It seems you were quite busy working during the Christmas season.

Jun: Work during Christmas? Were you being Santa or something?

Touri: “Being Santa”…? What do you mean? You’re not making any sense.

Jun: Oh~ I usually talk in a pretty casual way, so sometimes the expressions I use can be kinda weird. I get that a lot~♪

Touri: There are a bunch of people at ES who speak weird, though. I guess no one’s in any position to say that, huh.

Jun: Yeah, you’re right about that ♪

Hiyori: Jun-kun! How could you leave me to get all chummy with “fine”!?

Jun: Uh, I don’t understand why you’re angry.

Hiyori: Everything falls to my doorstep first. The kind-hearted Hiyori will then share those things with you afterwards… That’s how the planet and economy runs.

Jun: I’m starting to get even more confused now… Do you get what he’s talking about?

Wataru: Hehehe. It just means he’s sad and jealous that the person he loves so much is getting along well with someone else, no?

Ibara: Alright, alright, silence now! Although it is our fault for creating this slackened atmosphere, your chatter gets in the way of our hosting, so please refrain from conversation!

Yuzuru: Hehe. It’s both a relief and a surprise to see everyone so comfortable with each other actually.

We’re about to risk “everything” to destroy one another, after all ♪

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[fish-at-fish-fish-resort]

*ring* *ring*

"allo?"

"hey candi, its me mahi"

"oh morning mahi. why're you calling this early? did something happen?"

"more or less. do you think you and ikkan can handle the store alone today? i couldnt sleep a wink last night and REALLY dont feel capable of going to work today. *sniff* i dont wanna lock myself in the bathroom like neta always does hehe"

"take your time darling, well handle the shop today. take care of yourself alright? if you need to talk to someone i can always lend an ear."

"thanks candi. but dont worry, mizoles coming over in a bit anyway. im good. i promise. see you tomorrow."

*click*

"mahi?"

"over here"

"babe..... what happened"

"nothing... im just overreacting...."

"no youre not. tell me whats on your mind"

"youre gonna think its dumb..."

"i should feel insulted you think that about me"

"pff ur right. im just worried about neta and warabi. especially warabi. actually only warabi, i know neta can handle himself. and i know neta said its just a low risk mission but what if something happens to him. what if he gets into some dumb argument with some other soldier and gets beaten up. what if he gets lost. what if he dies. and- and i cant call or text him or anything because they couldnt *hic* couldnt bring their phones and im just so lonely and i dont know what to do without him here *sniff* i miss him so much"

"and its just the 3rd day of their mission and theyll be gone for at least 2 more days and i already cant sleep! i just want him back home.....ugh sorry i probably sound pathetic"

"no you just sound like your wife died"

"i FEEL like my wife died!" *uncontrolled sobbing*

"hey... cmere... look at me. theyll be fine alright? warabi managed to get on netas good side im sure the other soldiers will warm up to him too. plus neta wouldnt let anything happen to his number one employees best friend and husbands bandmate, right? and im sure if it was actually dangerous his parents wouldve intervened"

"*sniff* yeah... youre right.... i just miss him....."

"i have an idea. were gonna have a fun day together: eat breakfast at a nice buffet and go to wahoo world. we can also call your friend, uhhh what was her name? umami??"

"umishi?"

"yeah that one! she can join too! i wanted to get to know her anyway"

"hehe i dont know if shed like to get to know you though"

"whats that supposed to mean?"

"oh nothing nothing hehehe"

"hmmm fine whatever, ill excuse it cause youre cute."

"youre such a sap"

"and you smell like rotten sushi. get in the shower, im cleaning your kitchen"

>this plays parrallel to @yesyourstalker's posts w warabi and neta. :) just thought hmmmm how does mahi feel about this

umishi was metnioned sooooo @catastropic

[fallenwhumpee]

Why howdy!! 'Tis I, :D anon, unable to resist the call of the arrow that has struck me thusly. Anyway here you go :)) dw I have put one (1) bandaid on the wound upon removal. I see no way that can go wrong.

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In Leader's defense, Teammate looked like shit.

What else were they supposed to do? They were the captain, after all, and Teammate did just recover from a nasty infection. They couldn't risk catching the bug going around this time of year. So of course Leader coaxed them into their bedroom, quietly making sure Caretaker kept an eye on them while they took Teammate's work into their own hands.

(Besides, if Caretaker was busy with Teammate, that meant they couldn't pester Leader with stuff like "resting" and "holy shit, Leader, put the coffee down!" as if either were viable options.)

The clock on their desk had been turned face down. The term "plausible deniability" flit through their head. They slammed a metaphorical flyswapper on it immediately.

No light was filtering through their curtains anymore, but that was fine. The sun was setting early these days, anyway. Besides, the reports weren't going to do themselves. Teammate's portion was finally finished, and they set it aside to do their own work.

(If they winced as they moved, nobody was there to see it.)

It was standard stuff they expected to see after being rescued: injury reports, health leave, etc, etc. It was all perfectly mundane deskwork, especially in comparison to what Whumper had--

No, nope, not thinking about that. Focus, Leader, they scolded themself. Deep breath in, deep breath out. If they had to do it through their mouth and ignore their screaming ribs, then so be it.

Distantly, they were aware that if any other member of the team tried to pull this sort of stunt, they would've suspended them from their duties and put them on bedrest faster than Whumper could--

No! They weren't supposed to be thinking about that! They shouldn't. Just head down, focus on their work. If they couldn't even do that, how else could they help their team? No, they couldn't give into that weakness. It was just a report. They could do this without having to stifle these irrational thoughts about-- about the past few months. They had to, or they'd spiral, and that would do nobody any favours.

Getting up only to dim the lights (to save power, they told themself. It had nothing to do with their head), Leader continued to work as the moon climbed higher into the sky, trading places with the sun.

(And if they simply curled up on the floor of their office after finishing the report, unable to make it to their room... well, hopefully nobody would notice.)

-

Tada :)) first snippet of the new year I suppose :D happy new year btw!! Gotta love starting my new year with some leader whumpees who try too hard

Also, totally unrelated to the whole "struck by an arrow" thing, but is it just me or is the room spinning

Hi, dear anon!

Oh wow. Just... just the hypocrisy. The hypocrisy and denial. Those two things will never fail to give me good whumperflies. And overworking can always distract you from every unpleasant thought crawling through the edges of your brain. Focusing on something is like putting a shadow or drawing a curtain over everything. They still stay there, but you don't see, only until your eyes get used to dark— starting to do the job automatically in this case. And sleeping on the floor is awful, they will be so sore when they wake up (with a nightmare would be delicious, but poor leader seems to have enough demons to deal with, since it's possible that they will feel guily about not completing the work anyway)

Happy New Year to you, too! You chose the best way to start the year :) I also posted traitor as my first writing of the year hehehe.

Please go lay down! I may not be a mama bear like a caretaker but I won't stop bullying a friend to rest/sleep/eat/get hydrated. If you hadn't done any of that in the last two hours, go and do it. Take care of yourself, please.

[dannystheone]

Could you please write a fic about ler!Clyde tickling lee!Jimmy?

Ah sorry this request was put in before I got on the boat! I had this idea for a while though so I thought I would flesh it out! I like summery aesthetics so I would go for a summer activity :) Also if this fic is a little lacking I apologize, I haven't written in a second so I have to get back into it :)

I hope you enjoy this!

Stop the jokes, Jimmy! (Lee Jimmy/ Ler Clyde)

The boys are spending the weekend camping with PC Principal as a summer activity. When Clyde gets into trouble, Jimmy tries to lighten the mood with some jokes. Clyde finds a way to entertain himself.

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Another log was added to the crackling fire; the embers of flame flying up to reach the dark indigo sky speckled with oncoming stars. The boys sat in a circle around the campfire, listening intently to PC Principal's scary campfire story. Their eyes were wide, not missing a beat. Smores and trash littered the area around the boys; a telling night of the activities they'd been up to that night.

PC Principal held a flashlight under his chin, the shadows on his eyes highlighting him ghoulishly. "-The man had admitted to falling in love with the woman with the green scarf around her neck. But he was too curious about the green scarf. It ate away at him, as he saw she wore it even when she went to bed. He asked her about it, and she said she would let him know when the time is right. One day, he had know what it meant. While the woman slept, the man crept up to her bedside and grabbed hold of the scarves end. He gave it a tug-"

PC Principal put his hand up in a claw for dramatic effect above his head. "-and the scarf flew off the woman's neck, sending her head rolling to the floor! MWAHAHAHA!" PC Principal cackled maniacally for horrifying dramatic effect. All of the boys rolled their eyes at the lame ending, while Butters clutched his knees and trembled.

"Bwaaah! Oh hamburgers, that was scary! I don't know if I can sleep tonight after that one PC Principal! Oh, Jesus!" Butters exclaimed. The boys, Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Eric, Tolkien, Clyde, and Jimmy, collectively rolled their eyes.

"Oh shut up, Butters. That story was lame as shit. Clyde's story was better than that one and I was half asleep." Cartman groaned. PC Principal sat up from his seat and stretched his kinked back.

"Alright everyone, listen up. We're gonna go collect more firewood before we set up camp for the night. Can't be too careful with these temperatures. Everyone, let's go." PC Principal announced. The boys sighed and got up from their seats, Jimmy turning to move as well. Clyde looked around at the moving group hurriedly.

"Oh uh, I'll stay behind with Jimmy PC Principal. It's uh...it's dark already. He could trip over a branch or something on his crutches." Jimmy gave an inquisitive look as PC Prinicpal considered.

"I'll be fine-" Jimmy started, but PC Principal spoke first.

"Good thinking. Someone needs to watch the campfire and our supplies, especially this late at night. You boys keep your head on a swivel, and we'll be back soon." PC Principal and the rest of the boys turned around to make their way into the dark woods.

Clyde snickered to himself as he pulled his Nintendo Switch out from his coat pocket. "Heheh, finally, some alone time." Clyde started up a game of Mario Kart. Jimmy looked over and pointed a finger at the console.

"Hey Clyde, I don't think you're su-supposed to have that," Jimmy commented. Clyde scoffed and started racing the computer characters in Moo Moo Meadows.

"Oh whatever Jimmy, it's not like anyone is gonna find out-"

A hand snatched the Switch from Clyde's hands like a crack of lightning. Clyde whirled behind him to see none other than PC Principal, tucking the Switch in an oversized pocket.

"And I'll be taking that. Head on a swivel, Donovan." PC Principal warned. Clyde gaped and groaned as PC Principal actually disappeared into the woods this time. The boy sighed as he laid his cheek in his palm.

"Goddammit, I try to get some fucking alone time around here. It's bad enough I'm surrounded by dudes as it is-" Clyde started, but Jimmy interrupted him.

"H-Hey, don't be down Cl-Clyde. We can still have a bah- a beuh- a beh- a banging good time with just the two of us." Jimmy reassured, but Clyde wasn't convinced. In fact, he looked even more glum than before.

"I doubt it," Clyde said simply and went back to his wallowing before the crackling fire. Jimmy was quiet for a moment before speaking again.

"Hey, Clyde. Wh-What do you call a hippie's wife?" Jimmy asked. Clyde sighed loudly through his nose while he begrudgingly answered.

"What, Jimmy," Clyde responded.

"M-Mihi-Mehe-M-Mississippi." Jimmy answered with a smile on his face. Clyde gave him a sideways glance and started throwing flecks in the fire to watch it roil and burn.

"N-Not a winner huh? T-Try this one on for size. Wh-What did one DNA say to the other- the other one? ...' D-Do these genes make me look fat'?" Jimmy joked. Clyde let the wind of the forest answer him as he gave Jimmy a blank stare. Jimmy swallowed and put on an award-winning smile.

"Wow, what a terrific audience. Okay, how about this one-" Clyde angrily swept the hair out of his eyes and splayed his hands toward Jimmy.

"God Jimmy just shut up already! No one is into your jokes dude! Just quit trying." Clyde snapped, earning a small flinch from Jimmy. The fire popped in response.

"I just wanted to make you laugh... m-my bad," Jimmy said in a small voice. Clyde looked up at him, the sadness in Jimmy's eyes illuminated by the fire. Dammit. He didn't mean to hurt his feelings.

"Jimmy I-" Clyde started, but Jimmy fidgeted in his crutches.

"J-Just forget it, Clyde. I didn't mean to get your Nin-Ne-Nintendo taken away." Jimmy said solemnly. Clyde felt bad now. He and Jimmy had never been terribly close, but he didn't want to sour any relationship between them like that. Clyde thought for a moment before a small grin showed on his face.

"Hey, Jimmy? Why are squids the funniest animals?" Clyde asked, inching closer to where Jimmy sat on the log by the fire.

"W-Well I'm not sure Clyde, why are they?" Jimmy responded innocently. Clyde set himself up on the seat next to Jimmy and prepped his fingers. Jimmy watched him warily.

"Cause of their ten-tickles!" Clyde answered and shot his hands forward to start scribbling in Jimmy's tummy. Jimmy sputtered and started wriggling immediately to get away from the fingers.

"Cl-Clyhyde! What thehe hehell?!" Jimmy twisted as well as he could with his crutches in the way, the metal pressing against Clyde's leg. Clyde scratched in various places around Jimmy's torso so he wouldn't be stopped so easily.

"You said you wanted to make me laugh Jimmy! So I'm making you laugh instead. I do have to do something to pass the time with no Nintendo, you know." Clyde said nonchalantly, while Jimmy's laughter petered over the sounds of the popping fire and hooting owls of the forest.

"Clyhyde! We cahan't be too lohohoud! Y-Yohou'll-you'll- hah!-" Jimmy tried to speak against the tickles but his stutter got the best of him. His cheeks were dusted pink at the thought of a creature becoming aware of their presence due to his raucous laughter.

Clyde smiled at his friend's attempt to escape the devious tickles. He fluffed his fingers up and down his friend's torso, pinching and wiggling his fingers in different spots to be unpredictable. Jimmy let go of his crutches to start slapping Clyde's hands away, but with the awkward positioning of how they sat, Jimmy was rendered immobile and unable to move away unless he crawled away.

"I'll what Jimmy? What's the matter, can't talk? You were talking plenty earlier." Clyde teased and fluffed his fingers around Jimmy's ears. Jimmy squeaked a manly sound and held his hands up to his ears to cover them. Clyde took advantage of that and squished Jimmy's lower tummy.

"Ahaha! *Hic!* Clyhyde! *Hic!* S-Stohop! *Hic!* I'll st-stohop mahaking johokes!" Jimmy cried, his arms shooting down to protect his stomach. Clyde was quick to scribble and tickle any spots that Jimmy left vulnerable, including getting past his defenses with ease and squishing his ribs.

"You will? I don't know Jimmy, I think you just have too many lame jokes in your system. It might take a lot more convincing to get me to stop." Clyde drawled and dotted his fingers anywhere that Jimmy wasn't quick enough to protect.

"Hehehee! O-Okahahay! I-I swehe- I- hehehee- I swhehe- *Hic!* hahaha!" Jimmy's stutter, hiccups, and laughter worked in tandem to prevent him from swearing off any further jokes. Clyde smirked as his fingers reached up to Jimmy's collarbones. Oh God- bad spot.

"Guess I'm too funny for you to stop laughing, huh Jimmy? Maybe I should be the next school comedian." Clyde wondered aloud, his fingers fluffing and tracing the collarbones under Jimmy's shirt. Jimmy turned into a turtle and tucked his chin into his neck to protect himself.

"Nohoho no no! Clyhyhyde not thehehere! *Hic!* Thahahat's a bahahad spohohot! *Hic!*" Jimmy was caught in between covering his collarbones to stop the tickles, and covering his lower tummy from getting attacked as Clyde switched to either tactic to keep Jimmy scrambled.

"Almost as bad as your jokes? I don't think so, Jim. This is pretty entertaining considering you got my Nintendo taken away. You have a lot to make up for. My Dad paid for that!" Clyde pointed out and used both his hands to scribble on Jimmy's collarbones and his tummy. Jimmy was starting to get tired from his exertion.

"I sahahaid sohorrehehee! *Hic!* *Hic!* I dihihidn't mehehean too!" Jimmy laughed and started pushing Clyde's wrists away.

"Jimmy let go!" Clyde demanded and tried to rip his hands away. Jimmy was still giggling, the residual tickles peppering his skin.

"Nohoho! Yohou'll t-tickle me again!" Jimmy pushed Clyde back on the log, just as their friends and PC Principal emerged from the dark forest.

"Boys! Are you alright? We heard noises from a mile away!" PC Principal dropped the kindling off next to the fire and walked over to the two of them. Jimmy swallowed as Clyde smiled cooly.

"Yeah, it sounded like a deranged cackling witch!" Kyle added. Jimmy's blush deepened at Kyle's comment, while Clyde's joy was elevated.

"Yeah Jimmy, why don't you go ahead and tell them what the noises were?" Clyde teased. Everyone dropped off their kindling and watched Jimmy expectantly.

"...Fuck o-off Clyde. You deserve getting your Nin-Ne-Nintendo taken away."

[vodika-vibes]

Arachne is not getting the nickel version so now she has to sit and listen to these terrifying villains explain Everything Wrong

Vod’ika I’m trying to keep track of all my questions here you know . . . 😅

Victor Von Doom has someone to monologue too, and he's going to take advantage of it. It helps, I suppose, that Arachne is a spider rather than a member of the Fantastic Four.

And also, hehehe~ There's some angst at the bottom, just fyi.

Meanwhile, on Coruscant- "Let go of me!" Dogma spits out, struggling against his brothers, trying to get to the glass and metal coffin that his Arachne is sleeping in, "Let-" Fives throws his weight over Dogma, joining Echo and Jesse in restraining him, "Come on, vod." Fives tries, "Kix is checking on her now. See?" There's a laugh from the opposite side of the room and the look up at the man standing there, "There's no need to worry. She's just having the sweetest dream. She might not ever want to wake up." There's a look on contempt on his face, "And you were foolish enough to come here without a jedi. So you'll be joining her soon enough." At the same time, in Manhattan- Doctor Doom's voice is like a drill, boring into her brain as he drones on and on and one- Stars, and you thought that Rhino was bad about monologuing. "Okay!" Arachne finally interrupts when he pauses to take a breath, "So, basically, my options to end this simulation or whatever are to die or to break it." "Exactly so." "Great! So, how far do I have to go to break the simulation from the inside?" "As far as you can," Doc Ock says, "Though, it really would be easier to let us kill you." "Yeahhh...I'm not doing that." She opens her mouth to say something else when the building above rattles with an explosion. Fisk, largely ignored until this point, turns to the room at large, "The Avengers are here." Arachne watches as the men around her done their battle gear, and then she yelps as the Green Goblin grabs her around the wrist, "Time for you to go." She's barely able to pull her mask on before she's being flung away from the battle between the Avengers and a lot of the super villains. "Oh boy." She breathes out as she turns and flings herself towards the Brooklyn Bridge, "Good thing this isn't real or the damages would be astronomical-" Arachne is halfway across the bridge when an arrow cuts through her web, causing her to fall to the ground. She lands, hard, on the ground, and immediately rolls over to her feet. "Working with Fisk now, are you Arachne?" Captain America asks as he stalks towards her with several other Avengers on his feels. "Well," She replies as she lowers herself to the ground, her gaze darting in every direction to look for an escape, "Needs must and all. You know how it is." His eyes are cold, and Arachne's heart sinks. She's never, ever, wanted to fight Captain America. "Surrender Arachne." "Oh, you have no idea how much I wish I could." She replies. "...so be it." Arachne's mind races, she needs to remove Iron Man from the field first and then focus on Captain America. Or else this is going to be a very short fight. Arachne is a very talented fighter. She's been heroing since she was 13 years old...however, the Avengers have both number and experience on her. Even so, the fight lasts longer than any of them expect. And then Hawkeye gets a lucky shot, and she goes down. Her head thumps aganint the concrete and she probably could get up, she probably could keep fighting. Her gaze drifts to Captain America, looming over her, and then drift back to the blue skies of Earth. She really, really hopes Victor was right about this. Captain America lifts his shield, holding onto the edges. Arachne keeps her gaze locked on the sky, "I was glad to see them. One more time." She whispers. He brings the shield down. She closes her eyes. Captain America's shield is embedded in the concrete of the Brooklyn Bridge, blood splattered across the white ring of his shield.