#i'm tired of the whole ‘let's write!�� ‘yeah!’ ‘ok here's an idea–’ ‘...’

[sturn-saturn]

the diamond lab

pairing: fem!reader x bf!chris

warnings: tears, mentions of pregnancy, happy happy, not proofread!

a/n: ok so this is the last part but if this series does good i'll continue it and write about the wedding

part 1 part 2

word count: 1,274

chris grabs the bag with the ring carefully placed in the box and you all wave goodbye and step out the shop.

"well, this is where it all begins big guy." flora says patting chris' back.

a few days passed since flora, chris, and matt paid a little visit to 'the diamond lab,' but you have been a little suspicious of every little thing lately, chris seems off, you're worried you did something wrong.

you had no idea what was happening but you're all on vacation and you didn't want your overthinking to get in the way of having fun with your favorite people.

you and chris are currently lying in bed. in each others hold, your absolute favorite place to be.

"chris?"

"hm?"

"are you alright?"

"y-yeah. i'm all good, sweetheart. especially when i have the most amazing woman by my side."

"you're so sweet." you pat his chest.

"you're sweeter." he kisses you gently but deeply. "you taste sweeter too."

you giggle into the kiss relishing in the moment.

"i have a fun day planned for all of us tomorrow, why don't we get some sleep."

"ouu what is it? tell me." you beg.

"that is for me to know and for you to find out." he says booping your nose with his finger.

you both drift into sleep holding each other close, not knowing your whole life is going to change tomorrow.

the next evening...

"alright so, for this place we're going to on the beach tonight, all the girls are wearing white and all the guys are wearing black." chris says smiling.

"huh? why? does this place have a dress code?"

"yeah, something like that. finish up your makeup, we should be leaving in 30 minutes."'

"yes sir!" you say saluting to him.

"you're an idiot."

"your idiot." you smile.

you finally finish your hair, makeup, and you got dressed into this white dress and chris walks out of the bathroom wearing this black outfit.

"oh, chris. you look so handsome." you say adjusting his collar and staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

"oh yeah? look at you. you look like the woman of my dreams. you are the woman of my dreams."

you place you hand behind his head and gently guide his lips to yours.

"i love you."

"i love you more, princess. now, are you ready for dinner? the other said they're running late cause they were tired from the club last night but they'll meet us after dinner by the beach."

"club? did flora go? is she alright? ugh that girl. she should be resting!"

"flora is fine, her and matt didn't stay long before she got a headache." chris laughs at your concern for your best friend as he guides you out the hotel room.

to no surprise, chris made a reservation for dinner, one of your favorite places here in aruba.

"chris, thank you for this. thank you for everything."

"no need to thank me, darling. you're my girlfriend, i love you, and i would do anything for you."

you grab his hand across the table and you rub the back of his hand with your thumb.

"excuse me! could we get the check please?" you ask the waiter.

"yes ma'am." he responds.

you begin to take out your wallet to pay for the delicious dinner you both just shared.

"what are you doing?" he chuckles.

"paying for dinner?"

"pay for dinner? baby, don't be ridiculous. put that away. i got it."

"chris, you always pay let me do something for you."

"you do more than enough for me. i'm paying."

"fine." you smile appreciatively putting your wallet back into your purse.

chris finishes paying for your dinner and you both head to the beach for a little walk.

"wait, y/n. the sunset looks beautiful right now, turn around facing the sun, i want to take a picture of you."

"okay." you giggle. you have your back facing chris and he snaps a few pictures.

"perfect."

"can i see now?" you ask.

"of course."

"alright let's see how you d-did." you turn around to something you couldn't believe.

"c-chris. what are you doing."

chris is on one knee, holding the ring of your dreams, your friends are behind him, holding in tears, and capturing a moment you will never forget.

"y/n. almost 4 years ago you changed something in me. i went from thinking i'll never be loved to seeing my future flash before my eyes. from the moment i saw you, the moment you spoke, i knew you were the one i'm supposed to be with. you showed me what it was like to be loved. really loved. i adore your smile, the way you hide your face in your hands when you laugh. i love the way you love me. i would walk to the edge of the earth if it meant i got to spend every moment with you for the rest of my life because there is no one else i would rather do life with. i want to have our own little family, i want to grow old with you. before i met you forever seemed terrifying, you taught me that forever isn't scary when it's with the right person. you're my person. will you marry me?"

at this moment tara is sobbing and holding jakes hand while johnnie rubs her back, matt has his arm around flora as she's tearing up, larray and nick are smiling big, and sam and colby are being the usual guys they are screaming, "SAY YES! SAY YES!"

"well, y/n? what do you say?"

"YES! A MILLION TIMES YES!" you yell hugging chris tightly.

"alright, let's get this ring on you, honey." he giggles.

you feel someone tap your shoulder and you turn around to see some very, very, familiar faces.

"MOM! DAD!" you cry into their arms.

"hi, sweetie!"

"you guys came!? when did you get here? how are you here?"

"chris told us all the plan and we flew out here last night. we wouldn't miss this moment for the world."

"we wouldn't either!" you hear someone say.

"JIMMY! MARYLOU! JUSTIN YOU'RE HERE TOO!?

"of course we are!" he says pulling you into a hug.

"wait no ones wearing black or white."

"yeah chris tricked you into wearing white." flora laughed.

"he's very sneaky, huh?" you laugh as you look up at him as he has his arm around your shoulder. "wait a minute, you're not pregnant are you? chris did you lie about that too, you doofus."

"yeah, sorry ba-"

"actually, one more piece of good news, flora wasn't feeling too good yesterday. we got a test and turns out, we're gonna have a little sturniolo running around in about 8 months." matt smiles kissing the top of floras head.

"OH MY GOD!?!?" you scream out hugging flora.

"damn matty poo got busy, huh?" larray says

everyone cheers for your engagement and your best friend becoming a new mother.

"a daughter in law and a grandchild. what more could i ask for?" marylou smiles hugging both you and flora congratulating you.

"y/n." flora says pulling you aside.

"what's up?"

"our dream of you being my baby's aunt is finally coming true. i remember us in our dorm room saying that you'll be my kids aunt and i'll be your kids aunt. and now it's really happening."

"and i wouldn't have it any other way." you pull flora into a warm hug. "you're going to be the best mother."

"you're going to be the best wife."

you both walk hand in hand and join your friends and family to celebrate the wondrous evening filled with love, hope, and happiness.

[talaok]

Hi, I was watching your writing and I'm in love, could you do one where Pedro Pascal and the reader have a child and are very famous?

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

A/n: OK. i'll be honest i panicked cause I don't know if by have a baby you meant giving birth to one or having having it, so I googled it and Google said the first one, so I went with that.

Having to sneak out of your own home while in active labor definitely wasn't on your to-do list, but the mob of paparazzi right at your front door didn't give you much of a choice.

It was midnight, why the hell they were still there was well beyond you, but then again, everything that had happened since you and Pedro were first spotted together had been just as crazy.

It was like a media tornado. Everyone seemed to have an opinion about you, and of course, a constant need to regurgitate it on the internet, magazines, and even newspapers at one point.

It was ridiculous it's what it was.

And when the vultures found out you were pregnant... oof, you can imagine what a shitshow that was.

A camera was being pointed at you every time any of you left the house, whether you saw it or not, you could be certain it was.

And Pedro had tried to do everything in his power to stop it, he wasn't someone who lost his cool very easily, but when it came to you and the child growing in your belly... he transformed completely.

He had filed lawsuits and spoken with everyone he could to let you have some godforsaken privacy and peace, but when that clearly wasn't working he started to get more practical.

You walked everywhere with him now, so that the moment the paparazzi got even a tiny bit annoying he could do his best to try and make them stop (which oftentimes required him to scream at them to "let you fucking breathe").

And now, that the media had somehow obtained your due date, of course, Pedro had planned the perfect escape route.

Which was why he was now backing up the car to rush to the hospital.

"You ok?" he breathed, although his lungs had long been uncooperating.

"yeah" you hissed through another contraction "just-hurry please"

His eyes were on the road the whole time, but you could feel him staring nonetheless.

His right hand was holding yours for dear life, telling you -I'm here, it's all gonna be fine- all the way to the delivery room.

"Just another push" the doctor said, and you obliged, pushing and squeezing Pedro's hand until all his veins were seconds from popping.

And then-just when you were ready to say fuck it, I'm done here, you heard it- you heard the cry, and you didn't know why, you didn't know how... but tears, tears a mile long started flowing from your eyes.

"It's a girl," The doctor said, handing the now blanketed child to you, into your arms.

If you could you would have told him that it wasn't a good idea, that your arms felt about as strong as noodles right now- but all you could do was watch, as the baby -your daughter- stared back at you with her dad's eyes.

"hey" you felt a voice to your left, and turned to find Pedro crouching beside you.

"hey there" he whispered to the baby, letting his finger trail her minuscule face.

"It's your daddy," he murmured "Listen, I know you're probably tired and don't wanna listen to me, but I just wanted you to know-" he paused, looking almost unbelieving, like he was waiting for the moment he would blink, and everything was gonna disappear, his daughter, you, everything he cared for the most in the world just... poof.

But you didn't.

And he still couldn't believe it.

"I just wanted you to know that I love you" he said, "I love you and your mommy more than anything, anything in the whole world" he kissed her pretty forehead "And I swear... I swear I'm gonna spend every single day of my life proving it"

You smiled through the tears, as he struggled to fight back his.

"I'm sorry, we need to take her for a moment" The doctor spoke again, 

You had forgotten he was still in the room.

"Do you?" Pedro asked, although he already knew the answer

"We do, Mr. Pascal, I'm sorry, we need to wash her and make sure she's all right"

He sighed, looking down at the tiny creature in your arms with a glint in his eyes you had never seen before.

"fine" he mumbled

You sniffled, staring down at her.

"I love you." you murmured, kissing her cheek "God, I love you so much" you chuckled, before handing her to the nurse.

Please be careful, you had to fight the urge to say.

And just like that- only you and Pedro remained in the room.

Silence, a light, stunned, happy silence fell- and only after you regained consciousness, and realized what just happened, did all the noises come back.

The beeping of the monitor, the buzzing of the tv, and- and shouts from outside, talking and murmuring of what you already knew was a crowd.

Pedro must have noticed too, because he went to peek from the window.

"I'm gonna kill them" he sighed, his forehead falling to the glass, watching as interviewers and paparazzi clogged the entrance of the hospital.

"It's a lot?" 

"Yeah"

Again, silence.

"Baby?" you called 

"yes?"

"We'll think about it later," you said, holding your hand out for him.

He immediately took it.

He crouched next to you and you looked at one another, so many things to say and yet no idea how to say them- until- until-

"We have a daughter" you smiled

And he laughed, he laughed all the happiness and anxiety right out of his body.

"We do" he grinned, his eyes teary "We have a daughter"

[lilysbookshelf987]

New camper: Percy Jackson x reader (daughter of apollo)

A/n: thank you so much for giving this a read! This is my first time writing for the PJO universe so let me know if you like it! Requests are open! No NSFW or Smut! Enjoy

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"Good morning" Percy said tiredly, greeting his best friend Grover at the dining pavilion, taking a seat next to him.

"Morning" Grover replied, "hey did you see Annabeth on your way here? She's usually the first one here and I haven't seen her yet"

As if almost on cue she was walking towards the boys, an excited smirk painted across her face.

"Camp Half-Blood has a new camper!"

"What?!" replied Percy

"She showed up late last night, all alone. Chiron told me she had been hurt pretty badly but he took her into the infirmary and gave her some Ambrosia"

"She took it? So, she's definitely a half-blood?" Percy asked

"Yep! We should be meeting her later today" Annabeth was ecstatic, she loved new campers!

--time skip--

As the day went on there was still no sight of the new camper. Word had made its way around camp and people began to take their guesses as to who was her parent.

"I hope she's in our cabin!" A child of Aphrodite had said

"No! I bet she HAS to be in ours! Showing up without a Satyr by her side means she's a warrior"an Ares kid chimed

"As long as she's not in ours I dont care" a tired looking Hermes kid said.

It was almost dinner time when Chiron had found Percy, sparring with someone from the Ares cabin.

"Percy can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Yeah sure" he said, removing his helmet and recapping his sword.

"Im sure you've heard we've had a new camper join us."

"Yeah it's all over camp" he replied

"Ah yes. Well let's say she hasn't been thrilled to learn about her new family. Reminds me a lot of you when you first came here"

Percy thought back to his first few days at camp. He was confused, scared, angry, and very much overwhelmed.

"I was wondering if you could help ease her mind by speaking to her. You understand what she's feeling better than I can."

"And im not half horse" Percy smiled

"Yes there is that" Chiron chuckled

"Alright I want to meet her!" Percy agreed. He really did want to help, but he also knew how jealous Annabeth would be that he met her first. The two walked into the big house and there she was, staring down at her feet.

"Y/N, this is Percy, son of Poseidon. Percy this is Y/N. I'm sure you two will get long swimmingly" Chiron chuckled at his own joke, "I will give you two some privacy" with that, he left the room. Leaving the two teenagers alone.

An awkward silence filled the room, when finally Y/N broke the silence.

"Son of Poseidon, huh?" she asked

"That's me" he smiled, proud of the title he held.

"That's crazy, the gods don't exist!"

"They do exist. I know it all feels a bit insane at first but-"

"A bit?! My whole life i've had these things coming after me and I didn't understand why. I thought I was insane and seeing things, but apparently that's normal?! And my dad? The reason he's neglected me my whole life was because he was a god?! There's just no way"

"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I know how you feel. I felt like that when I first got here. All my life my dad wasn't someone I had thought about much because I had my mom, and thats all I needed. Then I find out that he's now the most important thing in my life? I had so many emotions, but if you just give this place a chance? I promise everything gets a lot less scary"

This seem to get to the girl. She started to tear up.

"Ok, i'll try." she whispered

"I'll show you around and it'll all be ok, I promise."

The two made their way around camp, Y/N was mostly silent. "The sun is so warm here, it's not like that where I'm from"

"Everything is a little bit stronger here."

"I can tell" she smiled

"So, do you have any idea who your dad might be?" Percy asked, careful not to poke at the sensitive subject.

"I think but I'm not sure. My mom used to talk about Apollo, a way she never did about other Gods"

"Ok then...then we have to find a way for him to see you! If he see's you, he'll claim you!"

"Yeah but how?"

"Gods dont claim you because they feel like it, you have to work for it" Annabeth said, inviting herself to the conversation.

"Y/N this is Annabeth, daughter of Athena"

"Hey" Y/n said

"Percy have you taken her to the archery field? Apollo kids thrive there"

"No I didn't"

"Seaweed brain c'mon!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Lets go" she led the two there and put a bow and arrow in Y/N's hands. The girl had fired it easily and hit the bullseye.

"Beginners luck?" y/n asked

"Go again" Chiron said, but before she could something came flying down at her, she shot it down easily.

"That could've killed us" Percy said, mouth agape, "and you shot it down with ease!" he said

"Look!" One of the campers said

Y/N was becoming engulfed in a bright light and a sun appeared over her head. She was now an official resident of cabin 7

[gemharvest]

Hiii local pico fanboy here to request him for the character thing :))

YES!!! PICO BRAINWORM, ACTIVATE !!!!!!!!!

favorite thing about them: TBHHHH idk. I like his silly maybe. His whimsy. I angst his ass so much but he's such a goober in canon. I want to put him in a hamster ball and watch him run around and I genuinely think he'd enjoy it.

least favorite thing about them: I feel like every time I mention him I run the risk of someone making a weird assumption about me. Pico toxoplasmosis curse: will someone yell at me because my fave, my little scrunkly, my blorbo, originates from the Newgrounds school shooting satire game. The answer is to tell myself not to worry about it and I go "Okay💗 Yay💗" and continue brainrotting.

favorite line: What does this guy even say fuuuuufhfhuhhkkckkk. Guy who mostly thinks about FNF and has barely touched Pico's School stuff. Unfortunately might have to pass on this for now sorry. You can give me a bad grade on being a Pico fan LMAO. /j

brOTP: I'm going to be so fr I am obsessed with the dynamic you can get between him and Nene. I am studying them like bugs. Tho of course Pico & Darnell's friendship is so good. Newgrounds trio you are so fucked up I love you guys.

OTP: Hey guys do any of you know about this niche little thing called the RGB polyshioGFOKMKFGMLKM>. Very obvious answer but yeah. OT3. As of late I've been having so much fun with romantic PicoGF. PicoBF gets a lot of focus and it has from me too, but there's such a fun dynamic you can get from GF and Pico. They can have something fun even if you take a platonic/ QPR angle, tho I said already that I like exploring a romantic dynamic between them.

nOTP: I don't knowwwwwwwww. I don't think I have a nOTP for him. Yes, even considering Cass (huge-ass disclaimer that I do not ship them, but I can't see myself caring if others do). Sorry LOL.

random headcanon: I think if you asked him if he'd jump off a cliff he'd say no, of course not wtf, but then if you asked him if he'd jump off a cliff because Boyfriend did he'd take a suspicious amount of time to answer. Like that one Dan Vs. bit. Idk I'm trying to think of something I haven't mentioned before. Secondary answer that's more of a headcanon is that I really do think this guy would be a non-traditional pet owner. Like snakes/ tarantulas that kinda thing. I think he'd like rats/ other rodents too but the idea of him handling a snake makes me bounce off the walls.

unpopular opinion: The curse I bare is that I barely go to wider fandom spaces I don't know what a popular opinion for him right now would be. Idk I think people sometimes write him to be way tougher than he'd be. Like, OK I'm tired idk how to fully explain it but in my head this guy's a softie once he lets you past his exterior. He's kind at heart even if he has his whole Thing going on and I've seen takes that ignore that/ aren't aware of it, and I feel like that's the surface-level read people might get off of him. Might be able to put this better when I have a rested mind LMAO.

song i associate with them: *cracks my knuckles and opens my playlist for him* Oh I was built for this. Two because I an never content picking just one, my playlist for him would be massive if I remembered to add songs regularly LMAO.

favorite picture of them:

I feel like this is a very funny choice for "favorite image" but it's specifically this bit in his character sheet. "Kind like how cats stretch out look longer" you don't say... Guy who isn't even beating the kitty allegations in his fucking character sheet. My non-funny answer would probably be his game-over sprite for when you lose to one of the spray paint cans:

>> original ask game here; feel free to send more, I don't bite <<

[jotunvali02]

Playing Ace Attorney, Rise from the Ashes, part 5

My baby's heart is broken and betrayed again! NO! NO! NO!!😭😭😭😭

Hmm, this case is actually a mix of ALL of the cases until now.

Woohoo! Fee-Fee has flashes of empathy! Just like thunder! "You were 14. That's understandable. You've been through much."

Yeah, I wonder how it looked like for a 9 YEAR-OLD CHILD whose FATHER was killed to testify of it!! Especially with two adult fuckers who must have LOUDLY and violently blamed HIM during the whole trial!!!

But strangely, THAT fact is never mentionned and apparently no one gives a shit about orphan little boys accused of killing their own father!! But an older girl who was correctly treated and accused of nothing and who CLEARLY lived less brutal shit compared to baby Edgey, all the shits given!

Has Phoenix' "empathy pack" opened only now or is it a sexist, misogynistic writing from Takumi (whose from a country where it's still "women are fragile little things" and "men are insensitive, burly warriors")? I guess this is internalized shit but that's what pisses me off most.

Men, and all the more, little underage boys can have traumas and fragilities too!

"Edgeworth!?" Oooh, did I hear a skip in your heart, Feenie??💓

How the fuck do you get promoted from detective to Chief Prosecutor??���. Ooooh.

Bitch you have that MUCH compassion for Ema (granted, she deserves it), somene you've been knowing for 3 days, but NONE of it for my baby Edgeworth you've been OBSESSED with for 15 years, who lived way worse shit and for way longer??

OR… did the trial of my baby switched on the empathy light bulb in you, Fee-Fee?💡

"Attorneys and prsecutors can't share evidence." BITCH, you're not prosecutor anymore, you're an ATTORNEY's client!! And you HAVE GIVEN Phoenix evidence yourself!

Bitch, no real prosecutors are in their 20's, stop the bullshit.

Wait.

So the person who forged evidence was a detective, not a prosecutor. And she's the only detective who became a prosecutor.

So why the FUCK are you all badmouthing ALL prosecutors for the doings of ONE who wasn't even prosecutor back then?? And while one of YOUR team was a prosecutor??

Your grudges don't make any sense! You're just brainless and stupid! (as you half imply it btw) and that's just pure and sheer racism!

"I've learnt Edgey is not my enemy." Woohoo, happy to learnt it, you fuck. NOT!

Why the fuck is there an ORGAN?? Time to play some Bach! Wait. Is that office a CHURCH??

"Hm, sOmethIng iS wRoNg with ThiS pIctUre But I dOn'T Know wHat thO…"

Uuuuuuugh!!! I don't know... the big SWORD on the award or that vase that STRANGELY looks like the SL-9 evidence???

"Have you seen Mr Edgeworth?"😭 Daddy! "Are they really so many ppl who hate him?" Shut up. Shut up!! 😭

Daddy always worrying about his baby Edgey… 😭

"There's nothing wrong with Mr Edgeworth!"

"Looks like Mr Edgeworth is writing something!" 😭😭😭😭 NOOOOOOO!!

"Wh? What are you doing here??" Preventing you from killing yourself, sweet baby!!

"He quickly threw that paper on the floor." AAAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!! 💔💔💔💔💔💔

Stop saying you're ok, when you're clearly not, baby! Can I caress your soft hair to soothe you??

"Always trying to hide his real feelings." Bitch, you have NO idea of his real feelings!

"Unlike some people I don't have all day." Shut up. I swear to God, shut up!

Just cry in Fee-Fee arms!!😭

Why isn't there a "Hug Edgeworth" option????

"Seems all you do is worry about me."💗

We ALL do, baby!!😭

"There's no excuse for what I've done." Baby, again, and again, it WASN'T YOUR FAULT!!!

"Tell me why! WHY has it all come to this?" 😭😭😭😭

"You know it wouldn't hurt of you put it somewhere on a shelf."

YES IT WOULD!!! You absolute insensitive dumbass!!!!

"That has no meaning to me anymore." 😭😭😭😭 NOO!! NOO!!

"Distract Mr Edgeworth!" "Uh… hey Edgeworth! I love you! Let's have a child!"

OMG. OMG it's not THAT letter…. ooofff!

"I'm tired, Wright." So he DID tell him!

"I feel as if something inside me has died."😭😭😭

"The path I've walked hasn't been a just one. I can't forgive myself for what I've done."

"and no one else should forgive me either."

SHUT UP! SHUT UP!! SHUT UUUUUUPP!!!! 💔💔💔💔💔💔

Why isn't Phoenix BAWLING HIS EYES OUT at that??

Clearly, he HASN'T succeeded in "saving" Edgeworth and he has obvious evidence here, in front of him!!

"Forgiving myself is somthing I cannot do." Will you shut up??

"Hey, would you care for roasted beef?" I'm a vegan, fucking BITCH! And I won't talk with a racist bitch who hurts and blames my baby who's so much more righteous, more caring, way more selfless and way more worthy of love and respect than you!

Phoenix: "Fuck the taxes that pay the rich!" Gumshoe: "Burglar the rich!"

Aaand my laptop CRASHED without warning after 1 hour and a half of unsaved gaming!!!!

[jeannos]

I'M CRINGE BUT I'M FREE.

every kid in this fandom MUST have their au phase where they make aus of this stupid skeleton, and I FINALLY got the courage to make one!!

I lied actually... I have like 6 sans/skeleton ocs... and 2 of them are self inserts... BUT ANYWAY this guy is the only one I posting publicly atm

btw this reference specifically is really old (I started drawing this in like- 2021/2022 I guess?? Idk honestly) but I never actually finished it till recently bc, yeah, I got super lazy... ironic isn’t it? I don't even draw Sanses like this anymore -_-

SUPER AMAZING AU INTRO ↓

THIS HANDSOME FELLA IS- IS- is...

...

he does not have a actual name yet...

I mean- I call him Dreamer!Sans but I'm not really sure if I'm gonna set with that yet, since I don't actually have a story/plot for him besides his purpose in the multiverse, but I do have some other ideas ;]

Dreamer!Sans is basically a protector of dreams, he protects mostly the realities of dreams (or the Dreamscapes, is what I like to call them) to make sure everyone from his au and multiverse have sweet and safe dreams.

Theres this things called Night Spawns or Nightlings who feeds from peoples nightmares and trauma while they are asleep. They oddly look like spiders... Dreamer is responsible for defeating these pests.

"But why?" you may ask.

Well... the Nightlings "power" to manifest bad dreams in your sleep can cause you depression, anxiety, paranoia, and much more, if they stay too long attached to someone, AND since they are really hungry they are trying to consume the dreamscapes of the person they are attached to. If they succeeds, one may never dream again (or woke up, in other words)

"What are Dreamscapes?"

Every time someone dreams, that person's consciousness is "transported" to this place, and each person has their own dreamscapes!! They are directly connected to people's consciousness and that is why they are so important.

SILLY BILLY SKELE INFO ↓

Hes mostly like classic Sans, very lazy, laid back/relaxed, and he enjoys puns a lot

but it's a little more extreme-

• He is always tired and cannot stay awake for more than 20 minutes without falling asleep again

• He aways looks tired/sleepy

• Sometimes he sleepwalks, he can do unbelievable things while he's asleep, from knitting and cooking to physically fighting or writing a quantum science research, all unconscious!

• For some reason sometimes he sleeps in super specific and random places, once he slept for two whole days inside Nightmare!Sans' castle and no one ever noticed... strange right? He wasn't even in a room, he slept in the kitchen storage the entire time lol

• He has been in and out of so many people's dreams that he probably knows EVERYONE, he has an incredible memory too!

• Sometimes he can't tell if he's really awake or if he's still dreaming, so he doesn't usually take things around him seriously. Which can make other people upset or annoyed that they're not being taken seriously.

• He learned to never try to find meanings in dreams that don't make the LEAST sense, and since he cannot distinguish which reality he is in because he is almost always dreaming- he will always accept anything absurd you propose to him.

You wanna make a birthday party for a giant unicorn baby? sure sounds fun.

You think Shrek is upset and needs help? yeah lets cheer him up.

Several alternate versions of him are fighting for some bizarre reason he doesn't understand?? yeah ok he can help, he don't mind.

• He snores when he's having a really deep sleep, he won't believe it if you tell him that tho

THE END!?

Well thats it! These are my ideas and thoughts about this Sans I created, I might and probably will add more things about him and his story later in other posts, can't wait to finally see his au takes more shape hehe~

also I will make another post about his magic skills and possible weapon along with more illustrations of him, so keep a eye out for more~~

heres a old doodle I made of him before finishing his ref, bye bye!! :3

ignore my old signature pls T-T

[caritobbg]

Coffee Disaster — P2

Bucky Barnes x Barista!Reader

Summary: She confessed in the middle of the storm. Will she be able to forgive him?

A/N: And finally the second part is here! I'm more than happy for all the love you gave to the first one ❤️ it's been so many years since I had fun writing!!!! I hope you're ready for the next one 🤭 I've got lots of ideas in my head 👀

Tags: @ro-is-struggling @luciasimmer96 @themorningsunshine @aquanova99 @mads-weasley @alexsoenomel (if you wanna be tagged, feel free to ask!! ❤️)

TW: panic attack - sad reader - Steve cursing (😂)

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

++ Y/N I already received the coffee bags, I'm downstairs.

>< perfect Stevie! I'm coming!

After making it clear to Bucky and Tony to behave accordingly, Y/N left in search of Steve. She wasn't going to leave him with those bags alone, even if he had more strength than she did because of the serum coursing through his system, she wanted to help load the goods.

Steve: ah! there you are -smiling- she's our barista -talking to the delivery boy who was unloading the bags.

Y/N: hi -shaking hands- very good.... What we've got here - checking the papers and signing the delivery sheet - might be missing.... -counting the order- no, nothing is missing - satisfied-...

Delivery man: yes, that's all - putting the delivery note away - I can go now.

Y/N: yes, that's all - taking one of the trolleys - thank you very much!

After they both checked that each bag was in perfect condition, they made their way to the entrance where they met Sam arriving from his morning jog.

Sam: -squealing- new coffee?

Y/N: good morning Sam -smiling- yes, it's a new coffee I want you to try -loading one of the three bags onto the trolley

Steve: sure you don't want me to help you with that? -Y/N gave him a murderous look - okok - raising his hands in surrender - I just want to help.

Y/N: Just carry those two bags -laughing-.

Sam: Bucky was over there this morning? -following them- he told me he was going to get some breakfast first, but then he never showed up.

Steve: weird of him -"surprised"- he never skips...

Y/N: Yes, he was having a coffee and he told me he wanted to talk to me about something -turning to look at him- do you know what it was?

Sam: No, not at all -bullshit- he didn't tell me anything at all.

Y/N: Steve? -looking at him- do you know what Bucky wanted to talk to me about?

Steve: neither -yeah, right- not as far as I know, no.

Y/N: ok.... -arriving at the freight elevator- I just thought it was weird to see him so... Dubitative -shaking her head- it's not like him.

She remained silent in thought. That man had been on her mind from the first moment he said, and I quote, "I like your espressos as much as your name", which, feeling embarrassed, he began to stammer, but to her it was one of the nicest compliments she had ever received in her 27 years of life.

Steve: Speaking of Bucky, have you told him yet?

Sam: Tell him what? - knowing the direction of this conversation - wait a minute....

Y/N: what I....? - understanding the question - oh no... Steven....

Sam: do you like Barnes? -surprised- SERIOUSLY YOU... -his next words came out as a mumble- mmhmdndkcbsm

Y/N: -covering his mouth- do you want to shout it louder so the whole tower can hear you -between her teeth- yes, I like James -letting it out- does it show that much?

Steve: A bit -elbowing him in the ribs- sorry to be honest - rubbing his ribs

Sam: And why didn't you tell him? -exasperated; he was tired of listening to the dreaded winter soldier complain and go on and on about her.

Y/N: Sam -closing his eyes- the chances of Bucky liking a girl like me are slim to none -opening the lift grate-

Steve: Y/N, you have to tell him once and for all -arranging the bags- you don't lose anything by doing that.

Sam: Cap's right, take a chance, what's the worst that can happen - shrugging his shoulders - you don't know until you try it

Y/N: - tired of everyone telling her the same thing - look, I don't want to ruin my friendship with Buck, ok? If he doesn't feel the same way I do I'm not going to force the relationship - exasperated - I'd like to be more than his friend, but it's impossible for him to love me back

Sam: ok missy, you don't need to be like that - raising his hands in surrender next to Steve - I'll let you two go on your way, I'm going to take a shower and then get a coffee

Y/N: I'll get it ready for you -saying goodbye

The little trip up was in total silence, not uncomfortable but.... You could tell there was tension about the topic discussed earlier.

- What if they are right? Does Bucky like me? But I don't want to ruin our friendship! Fuck! But if I don't tell him it would be worse... Okay, stop it Y/N! You're going to tell him once you're alone. Trust yourself and everything will be fine -

Steve: What are you thinking? -looking at her sideways; he couldn't read her mind like Wanda, but he knew it was related to his best friend - you're too quiet and that scares me.

The lift doors opened, revealing the desolate corridor of the emergency exit.

Y/N: I'm going to tell him -surprising the blondie next to her- I'm not going to waste any more time, I can't take it anymore and I need to confess it to him.

Steve: FINALLY! -relieved that one of these lovebirds is taking the initiative- I'm sure it's going to be fine -walking with her towards the cafeteria

Y/N: I hope so...

- Well, I've made up my mind. Now there's a problem: how do I tell him... "Bucky, I've liked you ever since I set foot in the tower and I can't get you out of my head"... No, not that. Let's see... And if I try with THE song that...? Nope Y/N cut the crap, if you're panicking about being heard singing, you're not going to sing to him! .... -

Steve: What the...

Y/N: Steve, what's wrong? What the... -tables smashed - m... My... -chairs smashed to smithereens- My cafeteria... -her imagination was trying to make her think it was a nightmare-no... Nononono... WHAT HAVE THEY DONE!??? THEY DESTROYED MY CARIMALLI! -seeing how her espresso machine, less than a year old, had been left in ruins- DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I SAVED TO GET IT!!!?????

Y/N's mind was racing a million miles a second as he watched everything she had accomplished vanish in just 30 minutes. 30 minutes in which she left Ironman and the Winter Soldier himself alone, confident that nothing was going to happen.

Tony: Y/N/N/N...

Her mouth began to move, she had started to speak, to scream, but couldn't hear a single word that was coming out of her. She felt her body shaking, chest getting tighter and tighter, she recognised the signs of the panic attacks she used to have as a child and cursed herself for having one right now.

Bucky: are you okay? -were the first words that pierced her ears.

Y/N: No... -wanting to pull herself together but to no avail- I don't want to be spoken to or sought out by...either...either of you...I need to leave. Steve... I don't... I don't feel well.

She got out of there as best he could, leaving Steve to deal with the two destroyers. She was surprised to see that she had made it to her room in less time than she thought and let herself fall to the floor as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Study and work at something worthwhile and give you a lot of income" - "What are you saying? Why are you so hell-bent on fulfilling that stupid dream?" - "You're going to starve to death with your coffee shop". Many people throughout her life said those three little phrases: bosses from previous jobs, some members of her family, friends.... She thought, thought and kept thinking about all these things. Always said that one day she would fulfil her dream and be one of the best baristas in NYC.

Y/N: help... - heard footsteps of someone running and coming through the door - S... St...

Steve: Y/N -taking her by the shoulders- Y/N. what's wrong with you? Talk to me! -she was trying to say even an "ah", but her throat started to close up even more and more to the point where her eyes started to close from lack of oxygen- shit.... - thinking fast - Y/N - putting one of her hands on his chest - doll, I need you to take a deep breath with me, okay? Can you do that? - taking big gulps of air for her to follow him; she nodded - okay, perfect... - they both stayed on the floor for a few minutes but....

Y/N: Steve - trying to stand up - Steve... I can't... - fading away

Steve: F.R.I.D.A.Y, tell Banner that Y/N is having a panic attack - taking her in his arms - tell him it's urgent!

Grateful for the serum coursing through his circulatory system, he arrived just in time. Bruce was already on the scene and all set up.

Steve: Bruce! - trotting over - please, you've got to help her!

Bruce: Rogers, take it easy - trying to calm him down - lay her down - checking her vitals - I'll put her on oxygen and we'll see how this goes. Let's let her rest and get oxygen to her whole body.

The supersoldier paced back and forth worriedly waiting for his friend to wake up. Bucky was the only one who could calm her down in these situations and make everything alright, but this time he was one of the ones who provoked him.

Nat: Steve -making the blond turn around- what's going on? Why is Y/N unconscious?

Steve: Bucky and Tony, it happens

Bruce: What? What did that duo do now?

Steve: They destroyed the cafeteria -hardenening his jaw-

Nat: Come again? - incredulous - Rogers, you're kidding, right?

Bruce: How? - speechless

Y/N: I left them alone for 30 minutes - making everyone turn around; she was finally awake- Steve helped me take up an order and.... - trying to sit down; Bruce stops her -

Bruce: lean back for a moment and take a deep breath

Y/N: - doing what the Incredible Hulk was telling - when we came back - teary eyed - it was all smashed to bits....

Nat: Ok - that was all the confirmation she needed - I'll be back in a moment.

Steve: Nat...

Nat what? - innocently - I'll go and have a chat with them for a moment.

Y/N: Nat, don't worry. I'll make them suffer myself - still weak

Bruce: Y/N... I'm scared when you say things like that

Steve: Me too...

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As the days went by, things didn't change. Bucky and Tony were still cleaning the room, Y/N wasn't talking to them, she even put up a sign warning everyone who was responsible for the lockdown.

Y/N was sitting on a stool in the avengers' kitchen. She was staring at a painting with lots and lots of pictures of coffee shops, espresso machines, furnishings, everything she had always dreamed of. She made that collage with.... You know who.... Her "best friend". She was still on her mind until Nat approached her and gave her a half smile that faded as she saw her impossible crush step out of the lift.

Bruce, who had expected what was about to happen, called the red-haired woman over to leave them alone and, in passing, listen in on the conversation.

Bruce: Natasha, I don't think this is the right thing to do - tucked in a corner -

Nat: Stop whining - looking through the corner of the door frame and, after a few minutes - oh shit... - turning to see Bruce - this isn't going well.... You're right, let's go.

Y/N: I liked you...

Stiff. They froze where they stood. Everyone knew that there was some tension between these lovebirds, but they never imagined that in a situation like this one would confess

Bruce: But... What? - whispering - now you have to let him know?

Nat: Hide! - between teeth - someone will come out and see us!

Indeed, Y/N came out of that very door and, miraculously, without seeing them. Nat looked out and saw James Buchanan Barnes standing there, still processing Y/N's words as they were.

Bruce: Nat - tapping her shoulder - look.... He's more than determined to fix all this - watching as he lifted the damaged painting out of the rubbish -

Nat: These two are destined to be together no matter what.

Bruce: - getting out of there - come on, we have to help him - as Natasha followed him - I want to kill him, but he needs everyone's help if he's going to get her back.

Nat: - surprised - who are you and what did you do with shy Banner?

Bruce: - laughing at the surprised Natasha Romanoff - tell me you don't want to do the same.

Nat: Good point. Shall we tell Steve and Wanda? - as they skipped up the steps as fast as they could to get to Tony's office - they're probably going to want to be a part of it.

Bruce: Yeah - catching his breath - let's get on with it.

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Thank you for reading!!! It means a lot to me ❤️

[itsyamutha]

Anchor ~Liam Dunbar

Synopsis: You may have a little crush on your best friend

  ~fluff~

Warnings: none

Ps. One of my wattpad stories while I write more

School had just ended it was the first day of summer. I was quite relieved school was very stressful but thank god I got a break. I was sitting in my room quite bored my mom was at work and I was home alone. An idea struck upon me, my friends I should hang out with friends. Yeah, but Stiles and Scott were practicing lacrosse, Kira was in Mexico, Isaac was In France, Corey and Mason were hanging out, and Lydia and Malia were busy the only person left was Liam. I guess I could hang out with him. I mean Liam is my best friend but recently every time I'm around him I seem to blush. I had developed a crush on him over the past school year. Being a werewolf was easy for the most part but sometimes it wasn't especially when my emotions were heightened. I haven't really hung out with Liam for a while, so I thought maybe if I hang out with him more maybe I could get over it, right? So I decided to hop in to my car and drive over to Liam's house.

Eventually I made it to his house. I got out of my car and walked up to the front door. With a little bit of hesitation I knocked on the door. A tired, 5'10, shirtless, brown haired boy answered the door. I felt my face heating up and my eyes slowly look down his toned stomach to the grey sweatpants. My eyes slowly flickered back up to face. "Y/n can you stop checking me out and get in." Liam said as he moved out of the way so I could walk in. "You're the one without a shirt." I said trying to defend myself. "It's just you here." he stated. We walked to his room, I took my shoes off and got in his bed. "So you're gonna take over my room." He said giggling. "Yup, pretty much." I stated smiling. "So what do you wanna watch?" He asked while getting in to bed next to me and handing the remote to me. "Supernatural" I smile at him. "Ugh fine but you need to learn how to watch something else. you know there's other shows out there." He said looking at me. I laughed as we laid together.

~time skip~

We were feeling a little hungry. So we decided to go get a snack. While eating I ended up spilling my Dr Pepper all over myself. "Oh it's cold, Liam I'm so sorry I'll clean it up." I said quickly. "Y/n don't worry I've got it, go to my room and change into one of my shirts and I'll put your clothes in the washing machine." Liam stated and he assured me that it was ok. "Are you sure." I questioned feeling bad. "Yes, now go change." he said giggling. I walked to his room and I put on a soft shirt, only a shirt it was long enough to cover my asś. A light knock on the door startled me. "Come in" I said in a soft tone. He slowly opened the door, his eyes widened once he saw me. He tried to play it cool.  "Hand me your clothes so I can put them in the washer." He said with a smirk😏. After that we decided to watch more Supernatural.

~time skip~

We heard the washer beep. We walked downstairs so we can switch the wet clothes into the dryer. "hold on let me go get the dryer sheets" Liam told me. As I was tossing my clothes into the dryer my ring got caught on the belt loop of my pants and flung my ring into the dryer. Without thinking I bent over to look in the dryer and reached for my ring. Liam had came back and I hadn't noticed yet.

"Oh wow ok. I just saw a whole lotta ass." he looked at me for another second before turning his head away. I quickly grabbed my ring and I stood up immediately.

"oh my God Liam I am so sorry."

Liam tossed a couple of dryer sheets in the dryer.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were wearing some cute black lacy underwear. I would've matched with you." He laughed at his own statement.

"ha ha very funny." I said trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Y'know you could've grabbed a pair of my boxers." I rolled my eyes at him before going back upstairs.

He laid down on the bed as soon as we entered his room. I walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of boxers out of the top drawer.

"Cute." I looked over at him in confusion.

"Do I need to repeat myself or did you hear me the first time." He said being snarky. I rolled my eyes at him. I laid back down in bed and change the TV to Harry Potter. Liam and I weren't cuddling but we are very close. His bed was so comfortable that I ended up falling asleep.

~time skip~

I woke up about an hour and half later. It me a second to register the arm wrapped around my waist. I slowly turned my body to look over at the sleeping boy. He looked perfect but no matter how perfect he looked I had to piss. I slowly moved my body trying to get up without waking up Liam. After I used the bathroom I got back in bed. I started to admire his features and how amazing he looked. I grabbed my phone to check the time but I must've moved to much because Liam woke up.

"Good morning handsome. How'd you sleep?" I questioned.

"Well it was good until someone woke me up and I was having a good dream too ughh." He rolled his eyes at me. I lightly giggled at his annoyance.

"I'm so sorry sleeping beauty." I replied sarcastically.

"Ugh I hate you." He groaned in his tired raspy voice. I went to try to get out of bed again but a strong hand pulled me back in.

"You're not going anywhere." He wrapped his arms tightly around.

"No let me go." I giggled trying to kick him. He rolled over and pinned my arms above my head. My face got extremely hot and pink.

"No kicking." He said in a stern voice. I blew on his face and wiggled myself off the bed. I looked at him and ran to his door. Before I could get it open he came up behind me and pushed it closed. I turned around to see him leaning over me. I began to blush again but I pushed him back. I ran out the door and down the stairs but he quickly followed. I got to the kitchen but I wasn't fast enough. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I let out a squeal as he spun around.

"Put me down." I said.

"Fine." He set me on the island.

"I'm kinda hungry. Do you wanna go to a restaurant?" I asked him.

"Oo yeah I could go for some burgers right now." He said helping me off the counter. We quickly got dressed and headed out the door. I drove us to a small diner around the corner. We ate our food and had a couple laughs before leaving. I drove us to a park that had a playground. I got out of the car and ran to the playground and straight to the swings. Liam walked at a normal pace towards me. He walked behind me and placed his hands on my hips. He pulled the swing back then quickly pushed it forward. He places hand on my lower back every time he pushed the swing forward.

"Higher!" I laughed.

"As you wish." He pushed me with a little more force.

"Ok ok too high. Too high." He laughed at my words. He walked over and sat down on the swing next to mine. We sat there and swung for a little bit before slowing down the pace. I looked over at Liam. I had to tell him about my feelings towards him.

"Uh Liam. Can I tell you something?" I spoke nervously.

"Yeah of course." He said with a bright smile on his face.

"Ok but promise you'll still be my friend." I looked down at my feet.

"I will always be your friend." He reassured me.

"Ok well the truth is that I love you. I love you more than anything, and I was to scared to tell you. I'm not scared anymore." I confessed.

"Truth is Y/n that you are my anchor. I think it's cute how your heart skips a beat when I'm around you. The face you make when you're focused or the way you tap your fingers when you're anxious. I love every little thing about you." He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the swing into a long passionate kiss. I felt so relieved as if all my problems had gone away.

"Come on let's go back home and watch movies and you can stay the night." He said pulling my hand. He decided to drive this time. He placed his right hand on me lower thigh and looked over and smiled at me. We got home and changed into something a bit more comfy. As I laid there in his arms I slowly drifted to sleep.

======================== I hope you liked it. I feel like it could have been better but I'm too lazy.

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[greenelectricsky]

Rum Tum Tugger, visibly tired, cooing a little maniacally: I have arms full of sweetest, the cutest little angels...

Mistoffelees, looking at two crying kittens: Angry devils rather...

Rum Tum Tugger: Don't say like that! They are sweet souls, so nice and gentle.

Mistoffelees: Tug, they are heard in the whole junkyard!

Rum Tum Tugger, almost crying: Misto, I know! They're teething, have fever, are ill and I can't do anything for them! I can only stay as a strong, competent and calm parent for them and you aren't helping!

Mistoffelees: Oh... I'm sorry... Can I do... Something? Anything?

Rum Tum Tugger: I don't know at that point. Jenny's remedies aren't working, Munku was so tired he rather passed out than went to sleep and I'm still here only because he let me sleep longer than he should...

Mistoffelees: It's my fault...

Rum Tum Tugger: It's not. You gave us our dear kittens, our suns and I wouldn't change a thing in them. They are perfect as they are. It's just... Hard sometimes.

Mistoffelees: They should be healthy and strong as both of you! How could I mess so much and make them so fragile? They are ill almost all the time!

Rum Tum Tugger: Misto, it's. Not. Your. Fault. Things happen. You didn't mess... You gave us a new family. We don't blame you, do you understand?

Mistoffelees: No. I don't. You should be angry at me and demand more help... Demand everything, actually. You are my best friends and I disappointed you so much... And I completely don't know how to make things better!

Rum Tum Tugger somehow manages to hug Mistoffelees and both crying kittens: It's OK, it's OK... you didn't disappoint anyone. You're the best friend I have and you didn't mess. And you're here... Helping me ground myself and stay sane. It's more than you think...

Mistoffelees: I wish I could do more. What good is my magic when it can't help in a moment like that?

Rum Tum Tugger: You can. Stay with me. Help me with all those little things. Talk with me. Carry one of them maybe, for a moment. Talk to them. You're their honorary father, maybe they just want your attention?

Mistoffelees, with a small smile: That I can do.

Rum Tum Tugger: You see? You don't need your magic, we need only your big heart and amazing you.

(OK, I have zero idea from what hole it came and why. It was supposed to be something small and funny and... Well. But yeah, it's still my headcanon and some version of that scene will be in my fanfiction I want to write. Cysiek and TuśTuś were small and often ill and Mistoffelees definitely had a hard time believing it wasn't his fault. It was him who pulled those kits from a hat and they should be healthy, strong kittens, as their fathers. And he has no idea what went wrong! Tugger and Munku never were blaming him for that, not in the smallest word or thought, but it was hard for him to believe that, especially in moments like that.)

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[mochamoth]

Hah Aosth fanfic💪‼️

Just a fanfic about Scratch and Grounder hanging out, mostly did it as a first time thing. Sorry if this is OOC btw, I'm not good at writing! Also sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes I was very tired when writing this 😞.

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Grounder was sitting on the couch, watching some rubbish reality tv. Admittedly he was bored, just staring off and barely taking in the show.

"GROUNDER!!"

"AH!!!"

Grounder jumped off the couch at the sudden call of his name. "Get up! We're getting milkshakes!" Scratch demanded excitedly. "Scratch you scared me!!" Grounder whined. "Let's go," he pressured on, standing right above Grounder. "Didn't Doctor Robotnik say we can't have mi-" "Geez do you WANT to do something fun for once or not?!" Scratch interrupted. "Yes?" "Then let's GO! BWAH HAH AHAH!!" Scratch shouted, yanking Grounder off the floor and making him yelp in surprise.

"What even gave you this idea in the first place?" Grounder asked, still being carried by Scratch like a hand purse. "Dunno!! I was just bored!!" Scratch exclaimed. "Well can you at least put me down?" Grounder mumbled. Scratch just dropped him right on the floor. "OW!" Grounder cried out. "Whoops!" Scratch nonchalantly chuckled. Grounder shook the fall off and caught up to Scratch, glaring at him. ".. You told me to drop you!!" "Nuh uh! I said put me down!!" "Well you should've said it louder, sheesh!!" Scratch scoffed. Grounder pouted and sneakily stabbed Scratch in the thigh with one of his drills, getting a clucked yelp out of him. "HEY!" He trilled. Grounder smiled smugly. ".. I swear GROUNDER!" Scratch cawed, giving his brother the warning to get running. "Oh shIT WAIT WAIT!" "NO!! GROUNDER GET BACK HERE!!!"

They chased and fought eachother pretty much the whole way to the store, only stopping so they wouldn't get kicked out (they were already on high watch just for being badniks). They found somewhere out in a field to sit, private but nice. ".. Why the hell did you get that?" "Get what?" "THAT!" Scratch pointed to his drink. "What's wrong with chocolate, strawberries and peanut-" "THERE. WHO ADDS PEANUT BUTTER TO A MILKSHAKE?!" Scratch yelled out. "It's good!" Grounder yelled back, not as loud. "It's not!" Scratch argued. "Oh so what your sugar-high inducing slop is any better," Grounder sneered. "It is not slop!!" Scratch crowed. "I can't even tell what that is besides 'give me every dessert in your kitchen', it's grossly sugary," Grounder groaned. "It tastes like a dessert, not some smoothie thing," Scratch huffed. "Scratch you need balance with flavors! You can't just add random sweet shit and expect it to taste good!" "It DOES taste good!" "Ok then let's swap!" Grounder settled. "Fine!" The two swapped their drinks, and Scratch found he really didn't mind Grounder's. "Hey this is actually-" "SCRATCH." Grounder interrupted with a gag. "Oh it is NOT that bad," Scratch clucked. "I'm a robot and I think I got like- 12 cavities!" Grounder winced, handing Scratch's drink back as Scratch gave his back. "Whatever, I like it," Scratch tossed his head. "Good thing it's your's then," Grounder sighed, drinking his own again.

".. How mad do you think Doctor Robotnik's gonna be when he finds out?" Scratch asked suddenly. "I had nothing to do with this, I was forced," Grounder outright stated. ".. He won't notice," Scratch shrugged. "Yea, when he goes to repair you next time you'll smell like a birthday cake candle," Grounder quipped. "SHUT IT! I like mine and that's all that matters!!" Scratch cawed in embarrassment. After that it was silent. Both robots just chilling, drinking, staring at the clouds. ".. That one kinda looks like a dog," Grounder stated randomly. ".. What?" "The cloud, it kinda looks like a dog," Grounder pointed up. "... You dumb bot that's a bear!" Scratch growled. "It has a tail, Scratch, bears don't have tails!" "Well dogs don't have massive paws!" ".. Some can!" Grounder pouted. Scratch paused. ".. Yeah I guess that's true," he agreed. Then, it became silent again..

"You done?"

"Almost. Why?"

".. LAST ONE TO THE LAB HAS TO BE PLAYER TWO ON THE GAME, BWAH HA AHAH," Scratch shouted, laughing as he sprinted off.

"HEY NO FAIR," Grounder yelled back, following.

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Again this is my first fanfic I'm posting here so sorry if it's not that good (ironically I've gotten worse over the years 😭 2021 was my prime 😔).

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Thursday November 9th

6am Woke up really well rested! Good!

Got sad when I saw I didn't have any messages overnight. CBT: This is your anxiety plugging emotions into nothing. Nothing has transpired, there's no real reason to feel anxiety, the anxiety is only coming from inside you.

Why hasn't he texted you? He's sleeping and he's a POS you don't need that controlling your energy. You can't control what he does. Reclaim your energy.

What am I thankful for this morning?

- nights rest, stretches, soft blankets, cool fan, and the fact that I have no hw due tonight! Think about that! ❤️

630am I should buy another candle for the bathroom for my showers lol don't know why the last one went so quick

7am tumblr can be a really nice positive space, it's like the only positive social media like that's kinda insane.

8am about to get ready for class, I can't stop thinking about him. I would like to try to not text him today just to see what happens really. I'm afraid he won't notice or not care and just not text me either. Maybe that's what I need. Whatever this is, is clearly not working. Got to leave early enough to get a coffee bc maybe that will distract me. Drink for lunch too, I'm tired of gorging myself and wasting money on food. Just breathe oh yeah I'm going to take a benadryl and maybe that will help with anxiety.

830am I want to text him so bad but I really shouldn't lol. He doesn't care enough to change. I won't say he doesn't care at all, but he doesn't care enough for me to keep doing this. I got an iced coffee and an egg McMuffin :)

11am Daydreaming about traveling over the break. I need to be realistic tho. I know I am able to take off on a flight somewhere but let's be real I probably won't have the time off and money to do something like that. I'll keep it in mind, but I don't want another Disney scenario where I just go completely broke on one adventure, I'd rather do day trips, maybe an overnight if that even sounds like a good idea. I like sleeping in my own bed unless it's for a really good reason tbh. I want to focus on things around here that I don't typically have availability or mental capacity to do. I know I'll have fun regardless. Maybe even do the plasma thing some afternoons or mornings really to fund the adventures I'll have on my true off days. Just thoughts :)

1130am I passed my HIV patient counseling! It says satisfactory in the gradebook! For some reason I can't see my rubric so I started to panic and doubt myself, but now I know I'm not the only one who can't see their rubric, so I'm sure that part is a fluke/ irrelevant :) just breathe and enjoy the passing grades ❤️ if something is wrong, someone will let you know ❤️

12pm lunchtime! I'm getting curry chicken. Journaling is actually helping a lot and made me realize how intrusive and repetitive my thoughts are when I don't write them down. It's like I need a little vent port for these thoughts to fly out of my brain like steam out of a boiling pot of water. Crazy tbh lol.

1pm Ate lunch outside with some friends and it felt great!!

3pm lol I zoned out during the whole Verbal Defense (not mine!) But then he texted me good afternoon so I sent him a picture of my sweet tea, nothing crazy. I won't let him control my evening. I just wonder what is his motive lol. During class I was looking up free and cheap things to do and it's funny how a little googling can come up with a thousand things to do! So much fun to be had in the world :)

4pm he got me looking at my phone for a text back bitch guess what I'm taking a nap just like I planned lmao I'm not waiting around to talk to you wtf. Call me like I asked you to if you wanna talk, I hate this texting shit and he knows that. What am I a high schooler? Texting bs got you into this mess in the first place dumbass. I'm eating a cupcake and taking a nap.

6pm I have woke up from my nap. No messages lol I guess he just wanted to see if I was alive?? Don't know don't care. Nap was ok, cats kept waking me up or micro waking me up I think but that's ok too :) - There's really only one week left of this bullshit I am so proud of myself ❤️ I actually love the idea of NOT burning myself out the last week so that when I leave school I don't necessarily NEED to do that hibernating thing where I feel like shit for 4-5 days afterwards. I'd like to exit my verbal defense maybe take a nap just like I did today to refresh and then shit take myself out for a nice dinner and get dressed up. Instead of getting drunk and passing out, I can do that most other nights after a closing shift 🤣 I want to start my vacay right away with no need to "recover" in such a drastic manner. Let's see if we can make that happen :) I think that also includes NOT avoiding fun things the next week, bc I always avoid fun stuff when I'm stressed as if I'm going to jinx myself, but I think I'm ready to break that curse of "all work and no play." We shall see ;)

9pm A little tipsy but I'm getting my work done :)

11pm I keep wanting to text him because I'm in a GOOD MOOD but when he doesn't reply it puts me in a bad mood....... So solution is simply DON'T TEXT HIM AND ENJOY YOUR GOOD MOOD QUEEN 😂 he's stupid for leaving and he's missing out on this drunken chill fest tbh and one day, I'll have a fuck ton of friends I've acquired through the years of being myself that I can randomly snap my thoughts to and they'll actually reply and care 😂

12am I know I texted him some dumb shit but idc I still feel good and I love journaling and Tumblr. Getting tacos again for dinner bc JFC I did a LOT of dumb shit work today. He's such a loser he can't do shit by himself not even get a taco 🤣 tbh one day I feel like you'll find someone who's gone through what you've gone through and you'll have so much in common and everything will just be EASY. Yeah I'm fucked but I'm not the only one going through this so I know I have an army of ppl out in the world who would have my back in a heartbeat and THAT'S what matters and what keeps me going fr.

1245am What a weird day. I want to keep journaling so bad I think it'll help me alottttt. I texted him a little but it's like it doesn't matter as much as it did previously lol. It's different now. Let's keep it up :)

[mxcat777]

See previous tags copied in tags, bc I'm too lazy to screenshot, crop, add to post. But! Not exactly a fanfic, but more of a fic-shaped ramble, I'm good at those, writing them into fics is something else entirely, but vibes I can share

Going off of the idea of Dream more or less accidentally ending up with countless wet dream!Hobs, who are all desperate to fulfill their function, but Dream being too jealous to let them work with any other dreamer. So they just end up kind of ambushing him. Not that he minds, deep down. Pf course, for show, he must protest, but the thing is. They're all Hob. They all possess his beautiful puppy dog brown eyes. And they're wet dreams, it's their function to Know what dreamers want/need. Dream wants/needs. Desperately.

So he doesn't stand a fucking chance.

So at some point, their leader, as it were, checks in with a very knowing and tired of his majesty's shit Lucienne, to make sure Dream won't be needed for anything important (they're wet dreams, not irresponsible, come on) for a few days at least (Lucienne translates this to a solid week probably more, she knows how long it's been, she knows how pent up he is, she knows how hopelessly gone he is, she is being realistic here).

They ask Dream for an audience. He acquiesces. (He has to, even if he has an apprehensive feeling about the whole thing. He can't act like anything is amiss. Because nothing is! This is totally normal! What do you mean how is it normal to have dozens of perfectly functional dreams not performing their functions, they're... Not. Suited. Yeah that.)

They arrive. All of them. Dream realizes he has made a grave miscalculation. He very gracefully, shut up, attempts to make a tactical retreat. No he doesn't flee, Dream of the Endless doesn't flee!

(Any hasty scrambling attempted is anticipated by fed up dreams so he doesn't get very far.)

Dream's defences don't hold up very long against dozens of Hobs all staring at him Like That. They are wet dreams after all. This is their function. To give this relief to dreamers. He dreams, sometimes. He doesn't indulge often, but he can. He doesn't have much time for rest, but it is undeniable that dreaming himself helps to properly perform his function. He thinks of it as random drop in performance checks with his dreams. He can, privately, to himself, admit that this situation is... Unusual. He can allow them to perform their function. For their own comfort, of course. He is a gracious master. Sometimes. He tries to be. More than he used to. He's working on it ok, leave him alone!

He gives in. A mere ten seconds later, with several alarm bells going off, he realizes he has, again, made a severe error in judgement.

5 minutes later he is no longer capable to ponder the consequences of his decisions.

Of course, whilst Dream is getting railed six ways to Sunday, at some point Hob enters the Dreaming. The realm very smugly caters to the wishes of its master (and not precisely against the dreamer's wishes either, to absolutely nobody's surprise) and deposits a very confused Real Hob right in the middle of this fuckfest.

One of the dreams not currently on deck (there are several) has the presence of mind to explain to him what's happening. Something along the lines of

'so the last couple weeks/months/years any wet dreams our honored lord and master has created, he hasn't allowed to go out and perform their function. And meanwhile has displayed every single one of the symptoms we are made to look for when deciding what dreamers to cater to. You understand we had to make a point. We are perfectly capable and he needs to do something about himself or we'll do it.' (any improvements on this speech very welcome, it was different in my brain but it's not coming pit in words, the dream knows exactly why Dream is in this State and why they haven't been allowed out, and knows exactly who he's talking to -hard not to- but looks on with a shit eating grin while Hob puts the pieces together)

Anyway, at that point the dreams have all had their go, Dream is a sobbing mess and Hob has rubbed his two braincells together and arrived, lo and behold, at the correct conclusion.

So he steps forward. At first Dream think this is simply another dream he created, so he just sort of accepts his fate (enthusiastically) of having the point his subjects are making hammered home one more time. Then his Dreamlord braincell powers back up, which was understandably on standby, and he realizes with a shock that this Hob he has not made. This is the real one.

He doesn't have a lot of time to be mortified, but he still manages pretty solidly.

Then Hob's dreaming daydreams (nightdreams? Sleepdreams? Dreamdreams? Fantasies.) make very clear what Hob's stance on the whole matter is - horny as shit delight, to be precise - so he shuts up and spreads his legs.

Lucienne is very glad she blocked off a whole week in the calendar.

The various wet dreams get makeovers to be a little less Hob-like, so they can perform their functions.

Except the teacher!Hob dream. That one knows where to find its audience. Hob is simultaneously flattered, in stitches at Dream's face, a little weirded out, and resigned to deal with some embarrassed students while knowing exactly what the cause is.

The bartender!Hob also petitions to stay the way he is. It sticks for a bit, but then he asks to broaden his parameters to include more varied bartenders, because there isn't nearly as big a demand for him as there is for teacher!Hob. Hob doesn't know how to feel about that.

We have all talked about Hob having a thing for goth twinks, but have we considered Dream creating wet dreams that look just like Hob?

Like, every time he gets thirsty for Hob, bam! Another wet-dream!Hob. We have a 1389 mercenary Hob, a 1489 Hob with ink-stained fingers, all up to a 2022 Professor Gadling. But that's not all! Because Dream also has an Ancient Greek Hob in a chiton (inspired by 2022 Hob cheekily calling him "Lord Morpheus," like ONE TIME), a Hob in fishnet stockings, garter belt, and a leather corset with his tits out (inspired by one of Hob's random dreams where he's poledancing in high heels)--there's just, there's a lot, okay.

And, like, Dream can't even send the wet-dream!Hobs out to do their jobs because he gets jealous. So now Dream has a harem--I mean, beg your pardon, Dream has a very respectable group of wet-dream!Hobs in the Dreaming who are increasingly feeling useless and, dare I say it, desperate to please their Creator.

I don't know where exactly I'm going with this, but I'm sure it's in a very spicy direction.

[cmajorpotato]

I know I'll regret this one day but let's do it anyway

POV: You're an architecture student and Son Seok Gu is your adorable classmate

Site visits are fun with him cause he knows a lot of about historical details and what not cause he does his research beforehand and you're attracted cause he's so well prepared.

When surveying the site you guys do some stupid but funny ideas like writing a board that says: 'Stranger please pick Y/N up for 400 dollars'

You're so deep in the ditch of love you secretly take a photo of him cause you thought you were surrounded by the most beautiful creations in the world; that dude and nature.

And you simply cannot stop teasing him by taking more candid photos of him

Oh yeah it was his birthday too, so your classmates planned a surprise celebration woohooo

Back at campus you guys were lurking in your studio brainstorming and discussing about the site survey. Everyone was so tired and he still looked cute. WHY DUDE

Lessons went on and he's just so handsome sitting right there ugh

It's jury day and everyone is so exhausted especially yourself because your attention was divided between your work and this dude right here.

Fortunately everyone in class passed jury and you guys went for a trip with the whole studio to relax and chill. Well now you're thinking about letting him know how you feel.

Ok that's it. I'm happy. Erm. Yeah. Ok. Can't believe I'm this lonely. Bye.

[shrikeshot]

LIKE this post if you’d like to write with me on discord. i have other characters beyond ana, but i would like to put this new lore into good use. 

[thedaredevilsgirl]

Coworkers Should Not Kiss

Warnings: Drinking (both characters don't get drunk) Smut (Sex in public, sex in the bathroom,Pulling Hair, oral -man receiving-, unprotected sex -use condoms! -) there may be grammatical errors (English is not my first language) Totally fictitious content.

Word count: 1191

A/N: The One shot with Andrew is my post with the most likes and many of my followers have asked me to write more for it, so in answer to their requests and my great passion for this man here it is

He lifted her onto you lap, pinning her against the wall as he kissed her fervently, his hands entering her shirt and his fingers tracing their way all over her abdomen.

  Kisses begin to be spread all over her neck making her throw her head back in ecstasy.

  "Andrew" you whisper and he grabs your frames tighter holding you close to his body. It takes a few seconds for you to realize what you have done.

  You are thankful that you said it very quietly and the microphone didn't pick up you moaning your scene partner's name and not his character's name and you hope that Andrew didn't hear your mistake either.

 Maybe it had been a bad idea to fall in love with your co-worker but it wasn't your fault that Andrew was so beautiful, caring and thoughtful, that passion just happened. But his calling your name while recording an intimate scene was awkward.

When the director finally yells cut it's your cue to leave the studio as quickly as possible and hide in your dressing room until you have to shoot the next scene. You still had to shoot 3 more scenes with Andrew that day before you could finally go to your hotel and hide under several pillows while thinking about the embarrassment you had gone through.

"Hey Y/N" Andrew's voice calls you before you can get into your dressing room, you turn to look at him and he smiles "The whole cast is going out for drinks, I thought you might want to come" he invites.

"I don't know, I'm kind of tired, maybe it's not a good idea".

"It'll just be a few drinks and it won't be as much fun without you" Andrew says, by the way he spoke it didn't sound like he had heard your mistake from earlier and that made her incredibly relieved.

"Ok, I'll go" you agree and he smiles excitedly "I'll just change my clothes first and meet you there".

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When everyone from the cast is finally at the bar the drinks are placed on the table, the lack of seating made you end up sitting next to Andrew and just the proximity to him already made your body completely warm.

You admired how easy it was for him to keep the conversation going with everyone at the table, even though that night his attention was very focused on you, maybe it was just a figment of your incredibly fertile imagination, but you really wanted to believe it was true.

"Let's get more drinks" he whispers to you when he notices your empty glass, you just nod and follow him to the bar.

The two of you stop in front of the counter as you wait to be served.

"Did you like the scenes today?" he asks.

"Hmm, I think so, things between our characters are evolving very well."

"Yeah" he laughs "Especially after that sex scene" you blush heavily upon hearing that.

"Yes, that scene..."

"Don't worry, I don't think anyone heard you moaning my name" you look at him, shit, he had heard it.

"I'm sorry about that" you wish you could disappear at that moment.

"No need to apologize honey"

"It was just something in the heat of the moment, I didn't mean to moan your name" You try to explain.

"You didn't mean to? It's a shame, because I could have sworn you liked me" at a teasing tone in your voice "But it's really so sad that you don't, because I really like you a lot"

"Do you?" She asks in surprise without being able to take her eyes off him.

"Yes..." He moves even closer to your body "You don't know how much I wish that sex scene was real, I think about it all the time"

"We can do this now" you say in a sudden spike of courage and he smiles in response.

He takes your hand and starts to pull you towards one of the bathrooms.

"Do you think they will notice we are gone?" You ask before looking over to the table where your cast mates were sitting and realizing that they were too entertained in their own conversation to notice you and Andrew running away.

"I don't care if they notice" Andrew says before walking in along with you and locking the door "All I want to do now is kiss you.

You are the first to take an initiative, pulling him by the collar of his shirt and gluing your lips together, his strong hands grab your waist and pull you closer to his body.

"Are you sure about that?" He asks, you answer him by kissing him again before whispering a small yes.

The two of you pull away as your breath is needed and you are soon falling to your knees before him, your fingers are nimble as you open your feel and unbutton your pants lowering it down along with your boxer just enough to expose your already hard member.

"Fuck" Andrew sighs as he feels the first touch of your tongue on him, one of your hands grab your hair in a ponytail as you place it almost entirely in your mouth jerking him off with hand on the part where you couldn't reach.

"That feels so good" his voice was husky as he sighed every time he felt your mouth "you're so good at this baby" you speed up your movements feeling the throbbing in your mouth but he pulls your hair slightly pulling you away from his member making you moan in frustration, he helps you up.

"I want to cum with you around me" is all he says before he sits you down on the sink counter and rips your panties off.

He lifts her dress and watches her wet intimacy for him, two of his fingers run over her slit capturing her arousal before he brings the same fingers to his lips and tastes, he closes his eyes as if he is tasting the most delicious thing of all.

"So sweet" he whispers before kissing her fiercely making her taste her own on his tongue.

You both moan audibly as he finally enters you. His thrusts start slowly, he was trying to figure out exactly how you liked it and he manages to do it quickly, soon the speed increases and with each thrust you feel like you might pass out from ecstasy.

"Please don't stop" you sigh throwing your head back while he spreads kisses all over the place, one of his hands grab your thigh lifting you up, that position made him hit your pleasure point right on the spot over and over again "Please Andrew, I need to cum" his thumb makes circular movements on your clit and you feel you are getting closer and closer.

"Com for me honey" only a few more strokes are needed for the two of you to finally climax together.

He rests his forehead against yours as you both take a gasping breath trying to catch your breath, you both smile at each other before Andrew captures your lips once again this time in a slower kiss.

"I don't think coworkers should kiss" you joke and he laughs at your joke.

"Then I hope no one finds out about our little secret".

[cursedzucchini]

Ok i just wanna add my little idea; he'd write fix it where Lizzie and Charlotte ended together. Bc as much as Lizzie and Darsley (apologies i definitely spelled that wrong) r cute together, when i was younger and my parents played it for me and my siblings in the car, we kinda agreed Charlotte and Lizzie def have something going on. So the fix it would just be the two of them together but Jason would vehemently deny it's actually a fix it. Like the in the summary there's an 'explanation' that this isn't fix it bc how could he, a simple guy who knows nothing could ever wish to fix something by the goddess Jane Austen????? No way people, fix it just kinda....... Fits the best..BUT ITS NOT FIX IT OK??'

Alright now a whole different thing i thought of. What if, Danny wasn't Jason's fan, but rival?

Bc listen that shit has so much potential. Danny would be writing his own fanfiction (warrior cats popped up in my head, might not be a good idea but I'm rn really tired so I'm putting it here anyway) but like half of the comments are about how this xxxnightbirdxxx has a FF under the same name and some imply it's so much better. So Danny, a proud 12 yo goes to this night bird's account and reads all of their work so he could properly destroy criticize them.

But unfortunately, Danny loves their fanfiction. And all their other stuff. BUT! He cannot let that deter him!! And so he gets into all the stuff Jason did (even reads pap lmao) and writes his own fanfictions.

Jason on the other hand is doing good. His fanfictions are pretty popular, not that he cares. ......if only this xXxnightblobxXx stopped annoying him!

First Jason didn't really mind, since to be honest nightbird isn't that similar, but than he discovered they wrote a fanfiction for the same fandom w the same name!! And while yeah it's not a crime, the comments r still annoying.

And than!!!!! The blob has the audacity to start writing under the same fandom?????? And roast him in the notes???????? Without even having the guts to tag him???????????? Oh hell no, Jason's gonna destroy him.

And so starts the rivalry ✨✨ yay!! Tbh both of them think the other one has only one goal and that is to make them miserable. The fans who started this don't really mind bc even if both of them have wildly different writing habits, they're gonna get double the content!! That's a win win right there fellas.

Anyway this goes on for 2 years, and both of them go from casual writers to fandom legends, bc their rivalry?? Immaculate.

Whenever they have to put an oc in there, they parody each one another, but it goes from "waah, I'm annoying i copy the other ones work" to a whole ass elaborate characters which are sometimes even more fleshed out than the canon characters. It's fuckibg hilarious, like some people just read their work to know the lore of these two.

And yeah maybe along the way they become more friends than rivals, but it's not like they realize it, or even gonna tell the other one. Like seriously they even gave each other their phone number so they could shit talk each other's work. They're very serious about this rival stuff.

And than.... Yeah stuff happens. Jason doesn't post on time and while Danny worries, he's trying to get closer to his friends, so maybe he could check on the other after he hangs out w his irl friends? They're just gonna visit the basement it's not like something can happen haha.

...anyway. Danny becomes phantom, and he totally forgets about his fanfiction career (and legacy, seriously ur fans r wondering if y'all committed suicide ala Romeo and Juliet, where are you guys??)

Years pass by, Danny's still superheroing, Jason gets resurrected, becomes red hood, Danny gets caught by giw, Jason does what he does as red hood, Danny permanently shuts down the portal, Jason becomes lil more sane, Danny has a falling out w his fam, Jason has falling in w his fam and suddenly they're both 22 and and don't quite know what to do with their lives.

Anyway Danny faintly remembers writing something and...posting it? He's not quite sure, his memories of that time r quite fuzzy, and lots of happen since then, but he's pretty sure he had lots of fun. So he hacks (bc there's no way he remembers his password from 10 years ago) into his old email, and oh. Oh wow, he was pretty cringe lol. He goes through his works, and laughs and cringes (a lot) and sees this guy xxxnightbirdxxx. And remembers.

Wow young Danny had no chill... To be honest he's a little embarrassed over what he wrote and what he said. It wasn't even that bug deal. But it's obvious Nightbird was also a lil kid, so it's not that big of a deal.

He's about to check his pap fanfiction (bc he forgot he even read that...... And looking at the summary he must've read it several times, because some of these details and theories...... Oh wow) when a notification comes. Danny's curious who he followed as a little kid so he plans on checking them out when...

It's xXxNightBirdxXx. They updated after 8 years.

Danny cracks his screen, when he sees what they posted.

It's rewrite of that one (warrior cats) fanfiction they met over.

But Danny is an adult and not a petty 12 yo and he can be mature. Yeah, this is making him feel lots of feelings, but an adult. He's not gonna have revive his rivalry w a dude that obviously had enough problems to disappear for 8 years.

That is, until he reads the posted chapter.

Because bird, that copying piece of shit, used some whole ass passages from Danny's fanfiction!! They reused his ideas, and only changed them a little!! They didn't even give him credit in the notes before the chapter!!

Danny reads the whole chapter until the end. He's still trying his best to be an adult, and not be petty, but that all goes out of the window, when he sees the end author's note.

There's no credit for him, but more outrageous is in Danny's opinion his excuse for not posting for 8 years.

(I'm.imagining the nite looks something like this:

[hello lovelies I'm so sorry i didn't update for so long ;^^

I had some issues irl, and it's not quite solved, but that's life right haha

Anyway i guess i owe you explanation. But I'm sure you can imagine. I died, i was resurrected, i was brainwashed by an evil cult, almost killed my brother, i reread pap (it's still as good as i remember), almost killed my brother (different some), caused some mayhem, became a villain, started a gang, tried to take revenge for my death, had a reconcilation w my family, baked some cookies and became an anti hero.

Well i never really thought i was gonna come back to this account, but yesterday i couldn't sleep, and when i looked at the computer in the morning, this was there, so... I guess take it? I know it's not that good, but I've been busy killing people, so i think it's ok.

Anyway thank you so much for your worries, all your comments really helped me through a lot, and in the future you can expect some new projects!! (Recently i read shattered and boy do i have some thoughts)

So bye till next time])

Danny didn't even realize he was typing out a comment, until he posted it. He was just so angry!! How dare bird just disappear for questionable amount of time, and than come back and just..... Use Danny's explanation for why he was away??? Also obviously they must be joking, because ghosts aren't able to use electronics unless they are specialize in it or something idk. So overall Jason's comment was very insensitive to the ghost community. (This is basically just Danny getting offended over nothing, bc sometimes u just hate ppl and it doesn't matter what they do, I'm not sure I explained it in such a way tho)

Anyway Danny's comment is basically gaslight gatekeep girl boss lol. He accuses them of not actually dying, of copying his work, and of making fun of people who survived death.

And Jason, who was kinda nervous about this, sees this random dude, absolutely unprovoked, telling him he didn't actually die? And yeah, maybe every other author after longer hiatus says they died, but he actually did, so he thinks he has the right to say it.

And so starts Rivalry™ No 2. <3

Like Jason responds Lowkey agressive, and they trauma dump each other and it's beautiful. They exchange phone numbers (again) and i imagine their conversation going like.

Danny: ok gimme a proof u actually died

Jason: *sends photo of his death certificate, like he will prove to this Twink that he died, even if he has to reveal his secret identity dammit* what Abt u huh?? Do u have any proof????

Danny: oh wowwwww so now we shame halfas for no one noticing they died?? Wowwww that's sooooo mature. I bet you even have a grave

Jason: that doesn't sound like an excuse at all. You definitely died, just no one noticed, really.

Danny: I'm sorry for dying in my parents basement???? And that no one discovered my body before i ressurected?????? What the hell dude, not cool. Also doubting how someone died is really dude. You yonlungsters don't know how good you have it

Or

Jason: so your town just have ghosts. And no one heard about it

Danny: i already told you, this local billionare

Jason: this... Vlad masters??? That doesn't even sound like a real name *Jason did not research this, he doesn't care if he's wrong, he just wants to argue lol*

Danny: we had a whole invasion!

Jason: and the justice league never heard of it??? Doubt it

Danny: how do u know if they heard of it or not?? Are you their secretary

Jason, about to call Bruce and become he's secretary: actually i am

Or something like this lmao.

I'm kinda imagining this becoming more and more heated, until Danny mentions pariah, and Jason goes wait a minute this sounds a lil concerning.....

And Jason also mentions the rage and Danny goes yhhhh maybe dude actually died????

And now their biggest concern is how to tell their families, their rival of 10 years who they met through writing fanfiction, might be in something in their jurisdiction.

DPxDC Prompt where when Jason dies, his AO3 account goes sadly untouched for an uncharacteristically long time (considering his near-weekly updates prior to his death). His sudden absence does not go unmissed by his dedicated readers, and Danny’s always wondered what the hell happened to xXxNight_BirdxXx.

He mostly forgets about it– too distracted by the portal accident and fighting ghosts– but Danny never unsubscribes.

Years later, Danny just about breaks his phone when he gets an email notification saying that one of his favorite old fanfics updated. It’s one by xXxNight_BirdxXx, who he’d all but assumed fucking died (considering the guy also dropped off of the other community tabs he used to frequent).

When Danny checks the update, the author’s note is… a little strange. He thinks that xXxNight_BirdxXx might be joking about dying, coming back and digging his way out of his own coffin, and then getting sidetracked by revenge for a few years, but… well, Danny’s seen weirder.

Danny decides to take the most obvious course of action: subtly trying to ask this man a few ghostly questions through his comment section.