#i've said that i need to steal his gender enough times and i need to come up w new and creative ways for each new image of fourteen i see

[aq2003]

fuck!!!!!!

[yanderes-galore]

Lamb vs TOWW (COTL) (Both Platonic)

4/8. Thats halfway.

Hm... I'll see what I can do, yeah. Sharing may have worked better but we'll see.

Yandere! Platonic! The Lamb vs TOWW

(Bishop! Darling)

Pairing: Platonic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Isolation, Cults, Violence, Blood, Jealousy implied, Forced companionship.

I feel in this situation, you'd have to be one of two things.

You'd have to either be a Bishop or a Follower.

Yet Bishop would make the most sense.

As then you'd be a sibling of Narinder and The Lamb, as your sibling's pawn, would naturally take a liking to you.

But there's also the option of being a Follower.

Maybe even one who was a Bishop.

Either way, this rivalry seems a little strange as the power is imbalanced.

For this concept I'll make you a Bishop.

It would probably also be an alternate version of a concept I've already done. (Which I'll link here)

I imagine you wouldn't like either of them.

Narinder was your brother.

While he loved you, he began to resent you for siding with your other siblings.

Narinder was close to you when you were both Bishops, before he was sealed away.

He adores you, his beloved sibling.

You could have been older or younger, either way you two often visited each other's domains.

Narinder visited you the most, however.

He was always the most protective of you.

Although you both felt betrayed later on.

Due to Narinder defying natural order, you felt betrayed he was stealing your Followers from you and expected support.

Meanwhile, Narinder felt betrayed that you sided with Shamura instead of him.

As a result, you were brutally injured just like your other siblings, leading to Narinder being locked away and you guarding a chain.

You despise him, The One Who Waits....

That was the title Narinder went by once locked away.

There's times you catch yourself missing your protective brother, he and his deep purr brought you comfort.

Yet whenever you caught yourself thinking like that, you'd just touch your bloody wound to remind yourself of what he's done.

You'd never heal from his scars.

He didn't hurt you as severely as your siblings, yet it was enough to remind you of your fight.

Narinder, even now, probably still loves you.

He's always been obsessively attentive to you and your flock.

He regrets hurting you, but you had to learn you made the wrong choice siding with Shamura.

He should've mattered more to you.

Now, many years later, you're reminded of Narinder through the Red Crown.

Lambs were meant to be sacrificed to prevent the return of your brother.

You were there when the last one was executed, their large eyes looking at you with such despair.

You never enjoyed watching them die.

It was pointless to attempt to stop it.

Yet you wished you did when that Red Crown was at your doorstep.

This could end one of two ways.

You're slain, or Narinder orders you to not be killed.

If you simply surrendered your crown to this Lamb, you could live.

Although, there's a good chance you're slain like the rest.

The Lamb does not view you in any special way until you're reformed.

If you are slain, Narinder laments the loss quite a bit.

Narinder admits you were too proud or scared of your siblings for your own good.

Said emotions are what made you falter years ago, and it appears you still never learned your lesson.

So maybe it was for the best... one more punishment towards your disobedience....

If you were spared by The Lamb, Narinder is amused yet grateful.

The exiled Bishop muses that The Lamb must be fond of his sweet sibling if they spared you.

It's good you surrendered your crown and unlocked your chain...

Narinder for now allows The Lamb to care for you.

Soon Narinder will have no need of The Lamb anyways once he's free... then he can look after you like before....

If you surrender, it gives The Lamb time to cultivate a friendship with you.

Upon learning your story and attempting to heal your wound, The Lamb begins to wonder if they should really be following TOWW.

If this was after you were slain, they'd have to befriend you slowly after pulling you out of Purgatory.

Eventually, Narinder and The Lamb will fight, stripping the former Bishop of his powers.

The Lamb becomes a God and now looks over you both.

You and Narinder barely talk, and depending on how you're converted, you may struggle to speak with The Lamb too.

You have good reasons to hate them both and their former partnership.

Yet both of them appear to selfishly care for you.

Narinder wants to make amends, to show he still loves you, his dearest sibling.

Meanwhile The Lamb tends to separate you, wanting to protect you from Narinder.

A platonic rivalry would definitely have the dynamic of Narinder wanting to be closer but The Lamb protecting you.

You and your siblings certainly struggle to trust Narinder again.

You not trusting him hurts Narinder.

He's powerless now, he won't hurt you again!

Please just come back to him.

The Lamb, however, keeps dragging your attention back to them.

They distract you from the issues between you and your brother.

They want you fully dedicated to them.

Essentially, The Lamb steals the sibling and friend role from Narinder.

Which leaves the cat baffled.

It would mostly be manipulation from both sides.

Narinder keeps reminding you of times you two got along years ago.

He pulls you close, purrs against you, admits he regrets what he did and misses you...

The Lamb, in response, starts encouraging you to stay beside them.

They make you a disciple, they give you gifts, they remind you that they helped you when Narinder hurt you.

They pull you close into their wool, bleating gently to soothe you.

They give you everything, as if trying to heal your wounds and heart.

Truth is, you just wish to relax.

You're tired of them both acting like snakes, hissing in your ear temptations.

Out of care or not, you don't like either of them.

Narinder can't get rid of The Lamb, but The Lamb could get rid of him.

The only reason The Lamb doesn't is because you still care for Narinder somewhat.

Yet the longer this rivalry goes on...

The Lamb may just lock Narinder in a prison or get rid of him entirely to keep you to themselves...

After all, who will you trust more?

The sibling who harmed you...

Or The Lamb who wishes to protect you from such pain happening ever again in this new life they gave you.

[jaylienpotter]

Part 3 of Let them be | 1.9K words

> Part 2 | Part 4 <

Let people want both

Remus, James and Peter were outside already, waiting for Sirius to join them to go to Hogsmead. Remus was getting impatient (it was getting close to that time of the month), it was unbelievable the amount of time someone could take to get ready. They always expected him to take longer, hence why not waiting at the dorm. But that day Padfoot was taking especially long.

Lupin's frown became something else entirely. Thin lips parted, brown eyes wide and cheeks most certainly darker than usual. Siri looked absolutely gorgeous, hot, perfect.

"Looking good Pads!" Prongs greeted the last marauder with his usual cheerful grin. But he didn't have the tall boy's slightest attention.

"You think?"

"Yeah! Girl day?" Sirius hummed affirmatively and got closer. Fuck did he she look even better.

"Where did you get the clothes?" The short blond boy was still getting used to the whole gender thing, but it had gotten better since the protest they did for Regulus.

"Well, Marlene gave me the skirt, said it's a tad too big on her. The top is mine but I cut it to be cropped. Not bad, I'd say. Definitely not the straightest but it's me after all. And I don't know, it gives it a grungy style. The fishnets are Mary's. I was expecting it to be uncomfortable but it's not, really. The accessories are all mine except for the bracelet, which is also Marlene's. The boots are mine, obviously. It would be fun to maybe get heels at one point but I don't think they exist in my size."

"You can always try spells. You look wicked, anyway!" Potter turned to Remus, who was very much panicking on the inside. "Y'alright, Moony?"

"Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah." Was that suspicious? He was quite collected in general but something about that man - or woman, person, didn't really matter - made him feral. He wanted Sirius to be his. He needed it. But he was far too awkward and shy to ever make a move. I mean, what if it ruined their friendship?

"Look!" Pads lifted her rectangle black sunglasses to show an amazing eye look (not that Remus knew much about makeup) that made her grey eyes pop. "I did it myself! Lily has been teaching me how to make different looks with makeup."

"You're on a first name basis, now? You're not stealing Evans from me, Pads, are you?" He squinted as if threatening, not that he would ever hurt his best friend.

"No, don't worry. I'm still very much into blokes."

"Good. Anyone you got your eyes on?"

"Maybe. Maybe not." Suddenly focused on the conversation, a million thoughts raced through Rem's head. Did Padfoot have a crush? Who could it be?

"Secretive. I'm onto you, Pads. And how about you Moony? We all know Pete is devoted to the Ravenclaw boy-"

"Merlin! I've told you already, Benjy and I are just friends."

"Sure." Round glasses turned to Moony, who, for once, was feeling somewhat brave.

"I guess you could say I fancy someone." He hoped to get a reaction from said person.

"Ooooo! Who is she?" This was his moment.

"Why are you assuming it's a girl?" There it was. Pads looked up, interest peaked. It could only be from curiosity, she always enjoyed some drama. Or maybe, hopefully, it could be deeper than that.

"Am I the only straight person here?"

"Well I'm not gay, because I don't fancy Benjy. I don't fancy anyone." Poor Pete. James wouldn't leave him alone about it, constantly teasing.

"Whatever you say, Wormy. Who's this person, Moony?"

"Ain't telling." He was feeling brave and maybe even impulsive. But not even the full moon made him an idiot.

"Aww, come on! Why don't you lot tell me anything?!"

"Perhaps because you're extremely obvious and embarrassing." He did have a point. Although that wasn't the reason in this case.

"Awn, do I embarrass you in front of eagle boy?"

"You're insufferable!" Potter chuckled, deciding it was enough teasing.

"Well, where we off to first? Zonko's?"

"We should go there last. We will need quite a lot of things, we're running out of stock for pranks."

"What would we do without you, Moony?" Get in a lot more detentions, that's for sure. "Three broomsticks?"

They all agreed and went to the pub, ordering butterbeer. After a while of talking about nothings, Peter got up.

"I have to go for a bit."

"Meeting a certain someone whose name starts with a B?"

"Sod off, Potter. I'll see you later." He was barely out the door when James got up too.

"Oh shit! I also need to go. I want to buy Lily some flowers. See if this time she'll accept going on a date. Sorry mates." He took some coins from his pockets (most of them galleons, rich prick) and messily left them on the table. "Uh this should cover some of the drinks. I'll meet you at Zonko's in like 30, yeah?"

"Just go, lover boy."

"Thank you, you're the best!" And then it was just them. It's not like they were never alone, but it was especially hard to focus when Sirius looked like a hot rockstar. No matter where Lupin looked, he could easily get flustered. Face? Amazing makeup that he wanted to kiss. Top? You could see her abs under the crop. Bottom? Obviously the mini skirt. There was no way out.

"You seem distracted."

"Hm? Do I?" Fuck.

"Yes. Is it because of the person you fancy?"

"Maybe." Absolutely.

"I didn't know you were bi." The lanky boy just shrugged, afraid to say something stupid. "Do I know him?"

"You know everyone."

"You know what I mean." Another non answer, a sip of the butterbeer that was near the end. "Do you know if he's gay? Or bi or whatever."

"He is."

"What does he look like?" They were getting into dangerous territory. There weren't many males at hogwarts with fucking grey eyes. Join the long black hair and it was a given.

"Why the interrogation? You also didn't give us much closure."

"Ask me things, then." He pondered. He desperately wanted to find out if Padfoot had any interest in the boy across from her.

"Do you fancy someone?"

"I do." Could be anyone.

"What's his house?"

"Gryffindor, of course. I have high standards, Moons." Siri was the only person that called him that. Got this man on his knees every time.

"I mean you dated a Ravenclaw."

"Shhhh we don't talk about him."

"Right." Brown eyebrows came together "Is it- is it James?" It made sense. They were always together, after all. And Potter was always complimenting his best mate.

"Prongs?! Fuck no! He's my brother. Why? You don't fancy him, do you…?"

"No, no!" Different Marauder.

"What's his house?"

"Also Gryffindor. What does your crush look like?" It could go downhill from there very fast.

"Brown hair. Brown eyes." Matched… "Bad sense of style." Listen. Remus didn't have a bad sense of style. He just liked to be comfortable. Although he could be the one in the description since Black said he looked like a grandfather.

Before Rem could answer, probably ask something that was more specific, a crash and shouts were heard a few tables over.

"Let's go somewhere else?"

"Sounds good."

After paying, Moony awkwardly followed his crush to a secluded area in the street.

"How about you? What does your crush look like?"

"Dark hair…" Pads hummed, encouraging to continue. "Light eyes…" Bastard was smirking. Smirking at the pink cheeks across the scarred face.

"I see…" She got close. Very close. "You know, Lupin. I couldn't help but notice you get particularly shy whenever I'm wearing a skirt. Any reason?" He didn't say anything. I mean, what was he supposed to say? Sirius obviously knew the answer already. "I'd say you simply like short skirts but I don't see you staring at other girls like that." His cheeks matched the colour of their house and he could be playing quidditch with how fast his heart was beating. "What is it, Remy?"

"Siri…" His voice was pleading, his eyes were pleading, his heart was pleading, he was on his knees and she was well aware of that.

"No no." She took his chin and made him look into those grey eyes. "Say it."

"I…" Shit, he was nervous. "I… like you…"

"Was that so hard? If all I needed to do to get you to like me back was to wear a skirt, I would've protested a lot sooner."

"It's not since the skirt… It's been longer." The Black smirk. Annoying and hot. He just wanted to kiss it, aware the bold red lipstick would get smudged on both of them.

"Remus John Lupin, you fool." And just like that, their lips met. Pale arms around the taller one's neck. Moony put his arms around her and pulled her closer, feeling her bare skin and melting into the kiss.

Merlin knows how long the kissing lasted. Time didn't exist between those two. After what seemed like an eternity and yet not enough, they parted.

"You have some lipstick on you." She chuckled and cleaned some of it with her finger. "I'm making it worse…"

"That's okay. I'll wash my face."

"Woooooo!" Turning around, there was a short Filipino blondie cheering them, holding hands with her dark skinned girlfriend. "Fucking finally! You better tell me the details, Black!"

"Fine! Now sod off Mckinnon!" She laughed and pulled Dorcas, walking away. "Well…"

"I uh… I'll wash my face at the pub."

"I'll walk with you." The silence was a tad awkward. At least to Remus. His crush took his hand and broke the ice. "So, since when do you fancy me?"

"I'm not sure… A year, maybe? You?"

"Awww really? You should have come out sooner. I've liked you since fourth year. Never made a move because I thought you were straight. And even after the protest, I wasn't sure if you just found me attractive because I look like a girl."

"No, I like you when you're masculine too. The skirt just… I don't know, has a different effect. Wait here?"

"Is my lipstick smudged?"

"A bit."

"I'll go too." They went back to the pub they had left some minutes ago. Pads went to the girl's bathroom while Remus cleaned his face and grinned at the mirror in the men's. When they met again, the red lips were as lively as before. They stained Moony, the shape of a kiss on his left cheek. "Sorry. Had to."

It had been over 30 minutes since James left to fetch Lily a gift. So naturally, he and Pettigrew were already waiting at Zonko's.

"There they are! Where were you two- Is that lipstick?!" The werewolf blushed and looked down while his partner held up their hands grinning.

"We're dating!"

"What?! You were each other's crushes?!" Wormtail shook his head.

"You are so oblivious, Prongs."

"Wha- You knew?!"

"Everyone with eyes and some common sense knows those two have been pining over each other. Congrats on figuring it out, it was getting painful to watch."

"Wormtail!" Pads gasped dramatically, her hand over her chest. "How could you stay quiet?"

"Wasn't my place to say anything. And it was quite entertaining to watch how stupid you both were." Sirius seemed offended, but Remus couldn't help but find the whole situation hilarious.

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Everybody Wanna Take Her Heart Away

REQUEST: Hi hiii~ First off, a happy birthday to you! 🥳🎂 Wishing lots of happiness in life 💖 I've read some of your works and I really like your writing style! I saw your Mostro Lounge event and it took me a while to decide (because there's so many options that are sooo good; I'm indecisive haha) but I finally chose one! So I'm wondering if I could request F!Reader x Azul with the song "Steal My Girl" from the Azul to You playlist you made? I was thinking about a scenario where someone keeps pestering F!Reader to go out on a date with them (even if she already said no) and then Azul saves the day! Swooping in, holding you close by the waist, declaring "find another 'cause she belongs to me" (you get the reference 👀 haha) But I understand you already have a general idea for each so no worries~ Also, I'm sorry if this was long hahaha Again, happy birthday! Sending you cakes!! 🎂🎂🎂 Thank youuuu! ✨❤️ - @escha-evenstar

SUMMARY: Azul doesn't like how other people flirt with you. WORD COUNT: ~600

WARNINGS: Ace flirting(??) with you and making you uncomfortable, Ace does not get any hints, Azul is protective and a bit too jealous maybe?? Azul also maybe be a bit ooc. A/N: Okay so I'm not really comfortable with writing an explicitly female reader (it gives me gender dysphoria) so I did make this more neutral - however, I did try to make it as fem as I could, but I'm sorry if it's not specifically what you wanted! I love how I started writing this a month after your request, life's been hectic and I keep making rp blogs (to procrastinate on my homework). Someone needs to stop me. (I also started playing JP Twisted Wonderland too... I have a problem). I'm so sorry this is so late!! Thanks for the happy birthday wishes, I can't even believe I'm a year older now... Wow. For this event.

© kazumiwrites - All rights reserved; please do not steal, edit, copy, repost (etc) my work without my express permission.

Azul didn't like this.

There you were, sitting all pretty and gorgeous. And he didn't mind that - he loved seeing you.

The problem in question was with Ace.

The first year had been coming up to you what seemed like every day, asking you to go on a date.

And sure, Azul knew that you wouldn't agree - you weren't the type of person to do something like that - but that didn't mean that he wasn't jealous.

He knew that he didn't make your relationship that public. Sometimes holding hands, walking you to class… That was mostly it. Most of the Octavinelle students, as well as some of the second years, knew, but other than that? Hardly anyone.

And anyways, he didn't want you to get more attention than was necessary.

Maybe Ace didn't know, and that was why he was doing this… But surely Grim had told him. Unless Grim had a problem with him too…

He gritted his teeth as Ace sidled up to you again, a casual arm slipping around your shoulders. Though, a small smile crossed his lips as he saw you shake his arm off.

"C'mon, kantokusei. One date?" Ace nudged you gently, a grin on his face. "C'mon, I know you like me~"

Azul sighed softly, feeling a small pang in his chest. Perhaps Ace wasn't entirely wrong, and that was why you hadn't given him a hard no? Yes, he saw you push Ace away multiple times, tell him to stop… But obviously it hadn't been harsh enough to drive off Ace.

Still, a nagging feeling in him told him that perhaps you weren't able to be assertive enough to get Ace to listen. Maybe he should jump in…

Over the past couple of weeks, you had gradually grown uncomfortable around Ace. You viewed him as a friend - just that, nothing more and nothing less.

But he seemed to view you as something more. And that definitely made you feel less than friendly toward the first year.

Even as he tried to touch your arm again, you whacked his hand away. "Stop it, Ace."

"But-"

The orange-haired male was cut off as Azul walked up to the two of you, a casual arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"What seems to be the matter?" Azul's voice, though polite, had a bit of an edge to it. His eyes were slightly narrowed, annoyance flashing in his gaze.

"Hey, I was just being friendly toward kantokusei, and teasing them a little bit-"

"That is definitely not the case, and both of us know it. Find another person because kantokusei-san belongs to me."

Azul's voice was cold - it was pretty clear that he was at his limit.

Ace seemed to back off after that, turning and walking away. You breathed a sigh of relief before you looked at Azul.

"Thank you for that," you said softly, moving to hug him tightly.

"Of course. It's my duty as your boyfriend." Azul was glad that you were happy - it seemed he had made the right call. He would have to make sure Jade and Floyd kept a closer eye on Ace… There was no telling how he could start harassing you again.

Still, as he held you close to him, he felt himself relax. Everything was fine - you were content, you were safe, and most of all? You were his.

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[innocent-cat]

I like your headcanons. Can I be self-indulgent and ask for headcanons of married life with Soldier 76? (I'd like male!reader, but idk if the gender will even really come up much in this topic lol)

thanks<3 This is the last fic of the night. I've been trying to clear my asks lololol. The last one in there is vex vax and percy, so if thats not your's, i have politely rejected your idea. Sorry, i love you for asking anyway!!<3

Soldier 76 x Reader

Warnings - none

"Husband76", Soldier 76 x Reader

.·:*¨༺༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺༻

oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my goshh

As a worker of overwatch, you were usually scheduled with him for missions when you two first met

When they realized you two worked well together, you were paired up VERY often

to the point where there was teasing towards the both of you

"You sure that's not your 'honey munchkin scurdel'?"

they would say anything to embarrass him its crazy

that implies that they totally knew he had heart eyes for you from the start

he didn't even tell them is the worst part

he just follows you around like a lost puppy

BUT enough of that

MARRIED life??

so so sweet.

yeah you guys are totally old working in an army

but the moments alone at home?

it makes an eternity seem like bliss

he really likes to hug you from behind and bury his face into the nook of your neck

so expect to feel his bristle beard a LOT

his voice is still totally dead, but the words that glide of that tongue? pure sugar.

"Are you okay, dear?"

"Hey."

"You always look amazing. Your beauty never left you from the day I first laid eyes on you."

"Did you need something?"

All of that was said with a smile on his face.

A pure, sappy, genuine smile

he literally smiles whenever he sees you

rizz76

you are his SUN

you go out, he goes out

At headquarters, the teasing died down, but the sound of the younger overwatch members cooing at you got 10x louder

"Aww it's 76 and 77 again! How are you two?"

just smile and wave

You two are definitely called relationship goals constantly

"I wish my boyfriend treated me like that."

(^said after Jack literally does anything romantically standard to you)

They all have low standards

(Save them)

He'd buy you anything you looked at.

Saw something in a window you pointed out?

whatever holiday is closest, he buys it for your gift.

even if it's just april fools.

"April fools!"

"Jack this isn't what you get someone for April fools."

it followed with a laughing fit between the two of you and you thanked him for whatever you pointed out

(he does it just to see you smile)

Sleeping in the same bed will always be the right kind of warm

summer or winter he is holding you

very closely

what if someone steals you in his sleep man??

If it's too hot he turns on the AC just to hold you

hes lowkey crazy for it

old age is getting to him

maybe both of you

Expect many dates

no matter how old the two of you are, he wont ever stop being romantic to you

if you guys ever get into an argument??

He is immediately working it out with you

"Love, what's upsetting you?"

Apologizes for whatever it is

and get this

HE CHANGES

HE CHANGES IT

he LISTENS bro

one time he asked you if he could pick you up

and you said yes

and he legit carried you around everywhere bridal style for a week

hes crazy strong

romantically strong

he'd die for you before he could even think twice

which is why the two of you WILL be together until the end of the world

holds your hand CONSTANTLY.

its like the fucker is glued to you

he has really rough hands

you made him start using lotion though

not as rough anymore!!!

thank god

oh my gosh he loves u sm bro

[bloodynectarine]

The devil is in the details

You try (and fail) to spoil Diavolo on his birthday, as he picks a grocery store of all places to spend a night with you in. Or, the shortest sugar daddy career ever.

tags. gender-neutral mc, crack and fluff, diavolo x mc, mc is whipped, but so is diavolo.

notes. I'M LATE, november went by in a blur, what's up with that. even so, i wanted to finish this one and i'm shameless, so please pretend diavolo's birthday is around the corner while reading.

thanks to @property-of-diavolo for hosting #diamonth2022 sorry for the delay (!!)

As of late, you can't help but feel self-conscious every time you set foot in the Demon Lord's Castle.

You've become suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you're not only stopping by to join sweet, attentive and easygoing Diavolo for a cup of tea but… Well. You're actually hanging out with the ruler of the Devildom.

Naturally, you already knew that. But trying to find the perfect birthday gift for a soon-to-be-kinda-already-king has brought a ―drastic, sometimes suffocating― change of perspective.

What could you offer to someone that seems to have everything and anything he could want? There's no avoiding it: sooner than later, you find yourself noticing details that you've swiftly overlooked before.

The almost translucent centerpiece that sits on the dinner table between you and Dia, the gold-lined curtains that he carelessly shoves away to show you how big the moon looks tonight, the unnaturally-blue mirror that blinks back at you whenever you fix your hair right before entering his office, as giddy as ever to see him.

You're starting to get why Mammon tries to steal something every single time he visits, and that's a dangerous train of thought that you would rather avoid following.

One afternoon, out of curiosity ―you're no cat, but you should've known better―, you ask Barbatos how much is the pen you're currently holding. It's of such a bright red, and it feels cold, heavy in your hand. The deep voice coming from it whispers a trail of suggestions as you write down your grocery shopping list, getting ready for your brief visit to the human world.

Barbatos tilts his head, a bit taken aback by your inquiry but answering anyway, as willing to help as always.

“It has been in the castle for generations and its curse is excessively unique. Originally, it was worth merely thirty millions, but to decipher its current price range, a proper assessment is in need. The only answer I can provide with at the moment is that it's, well, priceless.”

Of course it is. When you laugh, it comes out more like a cry, and one look at Barbatos' politely confused expression has you laughing even louder.

In your rush to put down the pen as fast as possible, your shopping list is long forgotten.

Well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. That exact list is what has brought you here, in the human world, on the eve of Diavolo's birthday, about to enter a three-story 24 hours grocery store accompanied by Devildom's ruler.

“Dia… Lately I've been picking up a few extra hours in Devil's kitchen, maybe I could take you to the movies for your birthday? An amusement park? We can go to a concert. A spa. Or camping.”

The inhabitants of the house of lamentation have seen you running around like crazy this last month, trying to squeeze some extra hours of work whenever you could, all with one objective in mind: spoil Diavolo on his birthday.

You forgot a tiny little detail though: to ensure that said demon is willing to being spoiled.

“I thought you needed groceries? That list was quite long”, he answers, and watching him push a shopping cart through the dairy aisle is surreal enough to have your mind reeling. He is towering over everyone and everything, wearing the human-grocery-shopping outfit you helped him pick ―black graphic tee (yours, oversized on you but fitted on him) and jeans, with a white beanie and a cozy-looking coat on top―.

“Yeah. I can go out to get groceries any other night, though. And I know you wanted to come here for your birthday, but… Is that really okay? Wouldn't you like to go, I don't know, anywhere else more fun?”

“More fun? Than this?”, and it's the genuine confusion in his voice what takes you by surprise, any further questioning getting stuck in your throat when you gaze directly into the molten gold eyes that look at you in earnest, as sincere as ever.

To disarm you further, Diavolo takes your shopping list out of his wallet and deciphers your handwriting without a problem, looking around in amazement, so regal and achingly familiar at the same time.

(Has he kept it in there all this time? It has been almost three weeks since you left it behind, and it was nothing but a crumpled piece of paper, with a couple of tea stains here and there. The careful way in which he holds it has your belly in knots)

And he looks… Excited. Relaxed and happy. And isn't that everything you could ask for and more?

Your concerns seem trivial and distant in the face of his excitement. Of course, trust Diavolo to pick a night spent with you in a grocery store over a fancy tea set, or an expensive wine ―gift options you've considered before, you admit shamefully―.

You can see him talk, gesturing with both hands, but you're too busy spacing out to really listen, feeling lightheaded with relief upon realizing that Diavolo is and will always be Diavolo around you.

By the time you manage to pay attention, Diavolo is holding a carton of milk in each hand, examining them with the wonder of a five-year-old and the solemn expression of someone that's holding something invaluable.

“So many options, and it's just milk! What's the difference? Maybe a different cow for each of them? Mh, I see.”

It's so unfair. He's just standing there, and yet your heart decides it's the perfect time to do some flip-flops.

“Ah, yes, as expected, 'Almond' is a pretty suitable name for a cow. '2%' is a little bit underwhelming as far as cows' names go, but I'm sure their milk is just as lovely as Almond's.”

You nod solemnly, without contradicting such a sound conclusion, making quick work of getting your phone out and ready.

“Could you hold the carton closer to your face? Let me take a picture of you and Almond”.

Hours later, you come out of the store with arms full of bags and your camera roll overflowing with pictures of Diavolo ―some of them you already shared to the group chat, graciously ignoring the multiple missed calls after that one picture of Dia trying to get into the shopping cart―.

The face that the cashier made when Diavolo excitedly explained he came here to celebrate his birthday was unforgettable. Almost as amusing as the one pulled by that old lady that overhear the both of you talking about “bringing Lucifer a few snacks”.

The night air feels icy-cold against your cheeks, and yet, you cannot stop smiling. Feeling your chest impossibly full, getting even more stuffy once you turn around and see an even bigger smile on Diavolo.

He comes closer and carefully places the beanie on your head, probably adjudicating your red ears, cheeks, and nose, to the cold.

“Thank you. I haven't had fun like this in years.” Voice charged with intimacy, without breaking eye contact. Your overall redness only increases once he holds your face in his hands, thumbs sliding across your cheekbones. Surely another effort to keep you warm.

“Truth to be told, today must've been the first time I've enjoyed myself this much.” He adds, with a chuckle. And you know it's true, he can't be lying, not Diavolo, and not with the way he would light up whenever people barely glanced his way; unbothered and oblivious.

With the way he's looking at you, you have to control yourself before spitting some nonsense about buying him the whole grocery store if he wants you to (you have no idea how, but you would).

You have to settle for the next best thing: raw sincerity. “First of many. We can do this again, you know? We don't have to wait for your next birthday. You have me, after all.”

An open door. And by the looks of it, Diavolo recognizes it, if the way his hand travels to take one of the bags out of your grasp, all to intertwine his fingers with yours, is any indicative.

You share a secret smile. You don't know if you can go back to shopping alone after this.

“Human world dinner on me! I'm all ears for the birthday boy, any food you'd like to try? Sushi, maybe? Steak? I know a pretty good lobster place.”

“Oh! I've heard about 24 hours fast food, and I find it fascinating. How fast is it? Do we have to chase it? I would like to try it!”

“… Dia, I'm begging you, let me buy you something that is at least six dollars.”

ao3 ― writing tag

[starleska]

Yeah I think you pulled me down the Toymaker rabbit hole. My beloved mutual wants to steal his gender and I need to put him on a conveyor belt and rearrange his insides methodically.

Your guide to his German accent was impeccably brilliant, by the way! Your written Toymaker is alive and I hear him speak when I read your writing. That happens very, very rarely.

Would love to see more of him, though you did mention something being in the works in the Archive! :)

hehehe yes!!!!! i love being insane enough about a fictional character to produce my own mavitational field and drag other people down with me!!! welcome to Toymaker brainrot hell 😉💖

god, who doesn't want to steal the Toymaker's gender or open him up to figure out what's wrong with him?? he's that classic slaying combination of 'do i want to be him? do i want to be with him? do i want to run away as far as possible? or do i want to study him like a bug under a microscope?' 😭

awww my gosh thank you so much, you're so sweet!!! 🙈💖 i can't believe my silly little hyperfixation ramblings have gained so much traction and helped lots of folks with their own writing!! i absolutely love analysing and breaking down the way characters speak, and the Toymaker's ridiculous false accents scratch the oft-unused linguistic parts of my brain so well 🥺💖 hearing you say he feels alive is the most wonderful comment a writer could receive!! thank you 😭 oh, yes yes yes!!! don't you worry - i can confirm that Dollface is getting a Chapter 2, which i am very excited about 🥳 i am also working on a super special ultra secret project which i cannot breathe a word about...folks in the Toymaker Discord server i'm now a mod of have been treated to a couple of hints, and will be finding out more in the coming weeks. i'm not alone on this particular project either...it's gonna be very fun when it's finished 🙈💖 but alas, i've said too much!

just, thank you so very much for being so nice to me!!! especially on the day before my birthday...as i turn 26, i am overwhelmed with love and creativity and fantastic vibes. you are wonderful, and i hope you have a magnificent time with your new blorbo 😉

[whysodelirious08]

Loop - [E.M] - [Any Reader]

A/N: don't ask me how many words but please read it! There's a twist. Also, I started writing this at 7:25 am.

Pairing: Eddie x best friend reader. [No gender. Not that I remember putting-]

Tags: Friends, unsaid feelings, very very slight romance, stormy weather, cosy vibes.

Warnings: slight kissing. That's it.

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Your eyes rested upon Eddie's hunched frame, his figure barely aglow in the dim lighting that sat in front of him. He was hoarding almost all the light in the basement of your house while the two of you waited out the storm. You weren't unused to seeing this familiar position, Eddie often sat at your desk. He had shoved your neatly stacked and organised homework to the side, not to complete his own. No. But to sit there meticulously painting a new figure for his D&D campaign. He'd steal a glance toward you now and then when you'd finally shift in your beanbag seat, a hardcover copy of IT in your hands but you had stopped reading a while ago, you found its contents a little sickening, especially upon reading Beverly's storyline. You felt so bad for her and you knew from this book alone that King's work was twisted and sickening. Eddie had gifted you the book for your birthday, he knew enough of what you liked when it came to reading and this book had just been released too.

Still, you needed the break from the book. Needed something...lighter. Eddie seemed to be working for you at that moment, your eyes focusing in the darkness, you could admire Eddie from a distance and never grow tired. His frizzy mane-like hair was messier than usual, implying he had woken up late before getting to your house. His eyes, big yet soft were focused intently on his paint strokes, tongue poking out which only confirmed his attention was none on you. You had noticed how his rings would clink against the paint-water-filled glass, barely caring if he knocked it though he'd look over to see if you had noticed, not wanting a telling off. His boots were kicked off under the table, and his jacket slung over the back of the old dusty pink couch. Aka Eddie's second bed. You had known Eddie your entire life, well, it seemed that way. Since you were small kids, from when you gained consciousness. You and Eddie against the world. But...he'd been hanging out with some new people lately, he'd met them at a concert and they'd travel into town to hang out more frequently than you'd like. Though you wouldn't ever admit it. You were conflicted in that regard; you wanted Eddie to be happy but you wanted him to be happy entirely in your company alone. You hated thinking such a way but Eddie was so charming he could practically make friends with anyone if he wanted, in some ways you were jealous of that. You, for the most part, only had Eddie. The fear of him being taken away made sure you kept him close. His words upon arrival suddenly rung in your mind.

"Should I just move in? Seems like you're wanting all of my attention, huh?" You remembered that grin plastered on his face as he chucked his set of keys down and opened your mini fridge.

Though your string of thoughts leading back to this afternoon didn't last long as present time Eddie's voice called out.

"Hey there, dreamer. Come look. I've finished it. I think it's going to be great for my next campaign" his voice was enthusiastic as he urged you over. You finally obliged but groaned as your aching muscles moved from their set position. You made your way over, stopping for mere moments as a loud clash of thunder rang out above, catching the attention of both of you and Eddie. A frown sunk into your features but a hand pulled you over to the desk. Eddie explained, in great detail, his painted figurine, though you couldn't help but notice it looked like you. Your usual go-to clothes and backpack. You said nothing about it. You knew how long this had taken him, from carving the character out from wood to the sanding and the drawing and finally the painting.

As you stood beside him you could smell the cigarette smoke and cologne mixture, you'd always complain about how you hated it yet it was a comfort to you. His words broke you from your trance-like state.

"So, apparently you made friends with that Johnathan? Do you think it could work out? See any potential?" He teased as he stood, finally, getting something to drink.

"Jonathan? Potential? What do you mean? I could ask you the same thing with that rock chick you've been hanging out with" You countered, though some jealousy slipped out without intending to.

"Well, I've never seen you interested in anyone. Not even when it comes to friends. And for the record, she's a friend. That's all." His words made you violently roll your eyes and walk to the couch where you plopped down with a huff.

"Okay and "for the record"-" You mocked as you closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the cushion.

"I am interested in someone. Not that I'd tell you. You'd only tease. And I have enough friends." You stated before Eddie's scent suddenly and strongly filled your nose.

"Mhm. Okay. Tell me, who is the mystery person?"

"Not gunna happen."

"Why?"

"You don't need to know."

"Yes, I do."

"No. You don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Do!"

"Don't!"

"I do."

"You don't."

"Is it me?"

"What?"

You knew by the way he had asked if it was him that he was completely joking but it had caught you so off guard. There was a longer pause than you had liked. The tense silence seemed to have risen faster than the drinks dispenser at Ahoys. God, you had to be quick or Steve would make you clean the mess up.

"So, it is me...?"

"No. Of course not. Why would you think it was you?"

"Well...with the way you reacted to my question I just-"

"It's not you! You just caught me off, guard. Jesus, don't you have literally anything else to do?" The words came out harsher than you had meant. You noticed how he didn't say anything back, just a shared silence that grew thicker. You finally let out a breath that had been stuck for longer than you'd like.

"Sorry...I'm...not good with admitting to things or questions or..."

"I know. I know you. I was just teasing...I didn't mean to antagonise" his voice softer than usual.

The silence remained but it became soft, more so when Eddie joined you on the couch.

"Is it me?" His voice was softer this time. Hopeful even. Your eyes drifted over to his lap where his hands rested, toying with his rings.

"And if it was? If. Eddie. If." You ask back, glancing over for not more than a second before your eyes tried to find something else to look at in the dark-ish room.

"Then...I'd probably kiss you. And hold you. And..." he trailed off, tiptoeing just as you were.

"And...?" You urged as your hands became a little sweaty, your breathing quicker through you tried your damn hardest to hide it.

"And I'd admit the same. Feelings I mean. But I- uh don't really expect it to be me" he half chuckled out, leaving you in surprise.

"Why...wouldn't it be you?" You frowned softly and turned toward him. Worriedly scanning his features.

"Because I'm the freak-"

"You are not. Don't you dare say that. You used it at school and you can use it with your band but don't you dare. For one minute. Actually believe it." You scolded now.

And for a moment your eyes locked, even if Eddie had only been joking, you were suddenly willing to take that chance, leaning in until your lips barely touched, grazing as you felt his hitched breath release slightly before pressing your lips to his, your hands cupping his cheeks. You felt his hands slip from your arms to your waist, pulling you in even as you tried to pull away for a moment. A soft frown started to contort your face as your felt tears prickle in your eyes, the autopilot of all this slowly fading and realisation kicking in.

You didn't want this. You felt the pull kick in, you didn't want this moment to end. You never did. You always only became aware of the truth the moment you kissed him.

As you opened your eyes your focus settled on Eddie's hunched frame, carefully painting his figurine.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Mentioned to my mother today that I'm going to two weddings in the fall, and one has a dress code marked "formal", which is unusual. All previous wedding I've attended have just said "semi-formal", or not specified, so I assume "fancy but doesn't have to be, like, a ballgown". I own one dress, I've worn it to every wedding I've attended as an adult and to about two other events from the last ten years (my university graduation, this one time I went to a show that required formal attire), it's fancy but not, like, a ballgown. I don't like wearing the dress, because I don't like wearing fancy clothes of any kind and I don't like wearing feminine clothes of any kind and this is both, but it's relatively comfortable as far as those things go and I'm willing to wear it to events where the dress code calls for such things, for the sake of just getting through it without causing a dress code-related problem.

I figured I'd just wear that dress to both weddings this fall, until I saw the "formal" designation for one of them, and I don't know if my dress is fancy enough to count as formal. But, the "formal" wedding is between two men, and right underneath the words "formal", it says that this is a gay wedding, so feel free to push boundaries if you want and not feel confined by gender roles, within formal dress codes.

I was talking to my mother tonight and I mentioned this, saying I'm not really sure what "formal but it's a gay wedding so no need to be too traditional" means, aside from, I guess, you can wear formal clothes that are aimed at any gender and it doesn't have to be your own gender. So who knows what I should wear?

I said this because it happened to come up in casual conversation, and then my mother suddenly ran to her closet, took out a hanger with something under a cover, unzipped the cover, showed me a proper formal tuxedo, and told me it was my grandfather's, she took it from his house (she cleared out his old house last year when he and my grandmother moved into a care home and they stored a bunch of stuff with my parents - she didn't just steal it or anything), and she's been meaning since last year to tell me she thinks I should have it. I have no idea how long it would have taken her to tell me that if I hadn't happened to initiate this conversation.

I don't like fancy clothes of any kind, it's not just about the gender thing, it feels weird and uncomfortable to dress up at all. But fancy clothes that don't specifically mark me out as feminine feel much more comfortable than fancy clothes that do. And much more importantly, I remember spending so many of my teenage years getting into fights with my mother, sometimes huge screaming fights that ended with me in tears because she didn't understand me and her in tears because her dreams of fun girl time with her daughter had been ruined by a daughter who didn't understand the female bonding culture that she wanted to share with me, huge fights at least once a month or so for years over my refusal to wear girl clothes or show any interest in clothing at all. Multiple fights were started by my mother making me come watch What Not To Wear with her, because she really did believe seeing the explanations on that show would help me wake up to the importance of worrying about your appearance, and it made me do was express sympathy for those poor people who had some strangers come in and tell them what to do.

Anyway, I'd still rather wear jeans and an old t-shirt to the wedding and also to every other occasion, but given that I will conform to a dress code when I know it actually does matter, wearing a tux is the best possible option. In fact, I think tonight my mother finally got what she wanted for all those years, which was me getting slightly emotional about clothes. Pretty fucking cool that at 33 I've finally established a relationship with my mother where she saves my grandfather's tux and decides she wants me to have it (and I have a brother, but she specifically chose to give it to me). Even though it took her nearly a year to remember to tell me.

[regretful-nights-regretevator]

Regretful Nights Spud Bio

Before i proceed, this is just an AU, and most of the info isn't part of the canon, as i am not in any way, shape or form associated with the Axolotl Sun team!! <3

-ABOUT-

Years ago, a group of humans were on a camping trip. Everything seemed to go well at first, until they never gave sign of life for weeks, months even. After further inspection, Turns out a group of unindentified aliens attacked, and expectedly kidnapped the group. Only two remained. One ran away just time, and the other, already taken, was experimented on and became the deformed creature we know today, known as "Spud". After escaping further torture, Spud only had one thing in mind: Destroy. These things who made them what they are today, they HATE them, from the bottom of their pulsating heart. they wanted more than just revenge towards these alien cats. they wanted them dead. They wanted to destroy them. They wanted justice.

Spud's personality isn't shown much, as they often hides from public, and is only seen whenever a gnarpian is present. If they and a said gnarpian are in the same place at the same time, you will never see the alien alive ever again.

-More info-

✦ Name: ???? (Refers themself as Spud)

✦ Age: ?????

✦ Gender: ??????

✦ Pronouns: Any

✦ Sexuality: ??????

-Fun facts-

✦ Despite being after gnarpians in general, they are after Gnarpy the most, as xe participated in his kidnapping.

✦ Gnarpy already came by Spud, but was rescued just in time. Xe never felt safe alone after that, and Spud is aware of it.

✦ Spud's kill count isn't that high, as gnarpians were made aware of their actions, and always avoid going directly on land.

✦ Spud nowadays only feeds off of vegetal food, such as fruits or stolen vegetables freshly harvested from other's gardens.

✦ Spud isn't too keen on stealing, but they do it because they "don't have other choice for surviving".

-Mod Pixi's Note-

Wooo, this is done!! I'm so sorry for the edgy aah backstory, i thought that was a cool concept to have Spud being a revengeful creature, instead of... Y'know, hanging around? I mean, Spud in the game is alright, but uhhhhh... He's kinda... Meh. To me at least.

Also, i'm planning something for Halloween, and i'm hoping i can finish it!! I just need a lot of time and patience ;A;

I already know who's next!! It's a character that i've already mentioned in Gnarpy's Bio -v-;;

Tbh, i already designed them, but i'm really not proud of their design, so i will completely revamp it!! Hope that's okay LOL

Anyways, that's enough!! Thanks for reading <3

[imagine-silk]

Scott Lang + rainy =

》For the first time in a bit the reader is gendered. Kinda weird. Anyways the reader is a man.

As a man known best for being arrested he was very good at entertaining himself, and others. In prison he was a lot more inventive due to the lack of any resources. Sure there were cards and chess but it was asinine trying to get something like a pencil for more than two minutes. So he made stupid games. Like 'Never sentence said' a game where you tried to make up a sentence that had never been said before, rules varied. Or 'Never have I ever' a game usually played by either drunk people or teenagers, sometimes drunk teenagers, but it was a good way to get to know the people on the block.

"Never have I ever stolen a car." Scott was still on house arrest. More accurately, saved the world again in a very illegal way. And as luck would have it you were in town and your plane was cancelled by a stupid amount of rain.

"Scott, that's cheating." He was just being cheeky, you did steal that car together that one time. In your guy's defense you were at a frat party drunk and didn't want to crash your car. So you drove someone else's. Genius.

"Okay fine, never have I ever smoked."

"You haven't smoked, even in jail?"

"No. Made me very popular." He did think about it, when the nights got rough and Louis wasn't talking, but he couldn't. He didn't want the lingering smell to trap him. "Cigarettes being money was great."

"Damn, lucky you," you nodded, genuinely impressed. Then you sat back and grabbed your beer, sipping in thought. "Guess you win that one. Never have I ever… been to a nude beach."

Scott laughed at that one. "Ah man, it's sucks. Don't do it."

"Really?!" All of a sudden you couldn't stop thinking about him being naked. In the sun. Wet. Tanning.

He took a huge swig of his bottle with a dramatic exhale. "Yeah. Never have I ever told a secret on accident."

"So you have on purpose."

"Well, how else are you going to confide in someone?"

Maybe it was the beer but you were feeling a bit more than usual. The idea of secrets and his openness with you was something you wanted to know in full. You'd only recently re-entered his life so where you stood was still a bit unclear. It had been almost a year and everything was like nothing changed even though everything did. And maybe it was because you were older but the thought of spilling your secret was on the table. "Never have I ever told someone I like men."

There. You said it.

It wasn't as silent as you thought it would be. Your heart was in your ears like that's where they were supposed to be, as fast and hard as the pounding rain. The rain was trapping you.

But the next noise was Scott taking a drink, a rather large one at that. He wiped his face then looked confused. "Wait, you've told no one?" You were still scared, even though he gave you no reason to be. So you just nodded. "But- you know what, I'm gonna play twenty questions with that later. Never have I- why haven't you told me?" His tone wasn't quite offended, he was a bit more hurt.

"I don't know. I didn't want you to think I was weird."

"Did you realize recently?"

"No, I've known. I've known for a long time." You finally got brave enough to look at him. Scott was watching his hands holding his beer with a softness he gave when nothing was happening but he was loving that nothing.

"I'm the only person who knows?" he asked. The question was more of a very pleased statement.

"You're the only person who needs to know." Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the fact that you were older, maybe it was because the rain was beating down like it was forcing you to action. "You're the only reason it matters."

This was something you always fantasized about. It always had different reaction and ending, both good and bad. None of that amounted to the real thing. Scott leaned in gently and pulled you halfway just as gently. The briefest moment passed before your lips touched, not hesitancy but asking permission. The stars didn't line and fireworks didn't go off but it was more. It was reality, no matter how much you thought it was fantasy.

One, two, four, laying back on the couch, six, it stayed at seven because your lips didn't part. You had never been so thankful that the rain fucked you over. Who really cared about cancelled plane tickets?

[norefrets]

"Okay, So, I've been told to interrogate you but they haven't given me a topic yet... Or why I'm here... Or your here..."

I look at the living gender bent reflection of myself and I'm a little disappointed. The people that brought me here (my abductors?) said that the me sitting on the other side of the table was a super villain.

I'm not surprised, I know that there are a few people I would stab back at home if given the chance. But from the sounds of it she took it a few levels up. And why are they a girl? Is this just an alternate universe thing?

She spoke up from across the table, "Dude, I can see you thinking and I have to say, it's fucking hilarious. I'm here because I made it my personal mission to screw with everyone that inconvenienced me in the most petty way."

That made me raise my brow at her. I don't see how that would make her a super villain.

"That includes both children and the president." She elaborates.

"What the fuck, why would you do this. Wait no, let me guess... It's because you said that you would and you found a way to do that in an obvious way." I can see her face at that guess and I can see that I'm right. I can also see the mischievous ass grin plastered on her face.

"What's up with your aesthetic anyway? You're dressed the same way I do, A hoodie and pants. And by the looks of it guy pants."

Her face wrinkled at that, "Did you check me out? Gross. Why did they bring the perv version of me?"

"Also gross, and technically yes, but they said you were a super villain and I was looking for a costume, not casual and comfy. Tell me how many times you went out in pajamas." I stare her down at that accusation.

And she conceded back "7 times, and I only stopped because of a projectile that would have gotten stopped by denim, and for your information I normally have a mask on and light armor on, can't exactly have those on in an interrogation room."

I think it over for a bit, and yeah, that makes sense. Wait a minute she said that she managed to fuck with the president. "How did you manage to mess with the president by the way, did you sneak into his security detail and rearrange their office while they were gone or something?"

She gives me a flat stare at that, "You suck at interrogation. But I turned myself in for a reason so it's excused." "Rude" "I can teleport to either places I have the coordinates for or the location in a picture. And for the record, I shuffled all his papers, mixed what he signed with what he approved, stole his chair and put a fish tank in its place, and finally I hid googly eyes everywhere I could."

I love this version of me, It's almost exactly what I did to "Can I join you on your next adventure? That sounds fun and I already have all the equipment I would need at home to not leave evidence behind."

She leans back and gives me a withering but flat look at that, and I almost laugh at it. 'The Dena Look transcends dimensions, that's fucking hilarious.'

"Did you not just hear me say I turned myself in? I'm retired, and no, teleporting is exhausting over long distances. More so when I teleport someone else. I have passed out from teleporting before."

I droop at that, things would have been so fun if I could go along. New question though. "Why are you retiring though, nothing sounds too morally questionable if all you've done is steal shit, shuffle papers, and hide googly eyes around the place. In fact, why are they even calling you a super villain in the first place? None of this sounds bad enough for that."

I can see her leaning back again at that, but this time she tiled her head back and is looking to the side. The same habit I have when thinking. Maybe it's a hard habit to break. Maybe she just hasn't had a reason to.

I heard her speak up from across from me, " I don't actually know why but I do know what could have helped it, I can make portals too. But they are more close range and draining. Except when I have the lovely drug the body dishes out whenever it can, adrenaline is amazing."

That makes some sense, if you can teleport already then why not add portals on top of it. Makes things convenient and this version of me already has super powers for some reason. Might as well me it work.

"How does this tie into you being a super villain though? I get you have cool powers and I'm jealous of that by the way, but how does that tie in?"

She huffed a bit and I saw a small smile on her face. "I had a particular bad experience with prices for a few seconds so I teleported over and made some high up government officials free fall for a few hours until there was a way for them to land safely. They ended up needing me to make another portal that shot them up and some people with flight to catch them. It was fun to be honest."

That does sound fun, but that leaves a hole in what she said though. And as much as I don't care about interrogating my alternate self, It's quite fun to screw people over. No exceptions.

"You said the portals were only close range unless you had adrenaline. What part of a few hours of free falling sounds like close range." I gave her a suspicious look after I said that for good measure, I had to play the roll after all.

"I was talking relatively close. I mean, I go from Arizona to Washington in a single teleport and that would be my medium distance. I just made them fall in the same area I found them in. Does that sound like close range to you?"

I had to concede at that point, I would have made that distinction as well. English sucks but it's amazing for saying misleading things.

I have to cook now so I'm done.

Your are your normal, boring self. Today, however, you’ve been abducted by the government to interrogate a super villain from another dimension - Yourself!

[ducky-died-inside]

Hello there, Ducky! I hope you’re doing well. May I suggest Varian with a Gender Neutral s/o who is a pirate? Like idk how to expand ahh like just a funky pirate s/o that sings him sea shanties and brings gifts from far away places? Much obliged, stay safe!! Feel free to delete this req if you’d like

The Wellerman: Varian x GN Pirate Reader

Summary: Headcanons for if you were a pirate and Varian's s/o

Genre: mostly fluff with a bit of angst

Notes: I love sea shanties so yes. Also I'm just doing headcanons for this bc I tried writing a fic but my motivation and inspiration dried up. Reader is 21 and Varian is 20.

Warnings: bit of blood and small stab wound, cursing

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He absolutely LOVES your voice, no matter what you think about it

He will beg you to sing any songs you learned from sailing or other pirates

His favorite is the Wellerman (this is my favorite and I'm definitely projecting shhhh)

"Please, Y/N! You like singing it, I like hearing it, it all works out!

"Fine, but this is the last time today."

"Yay!"

There once was a ship that put to sea...

You steal little things that remind you of him while on your travels

It's mostly rare chemicals and shit that he mentions in passing

You remember everything he needs

He never once gives you any lists of stuff, but you come home with a big ass bag full of stuff for him every time

"Y/N, this is too much."

"Nonsense! You said you needed all this shit so I got it for you!"

"...did you pay for any of it?"

"...maybe, maybe not. You can't prove anything!"

"Babes, you know I love it when you get me alchemy stuff, but can you at least try to pay for it?"

"...with money I've stolen or..."

"Oh my god. You're impossible."

"You know you love me!"

The first thing you ever bought with your own money was new alchemy beakers for him

You also find little things for Rapunzel to bribe her into letting you date Varian

Eugene and Lance tell you stories about their thieving days and you take notes on what got them caught

You eventually win Ruddiger and Max over using stolen apples

Varian demands you come back every time you get injured so he can take care of you, and while he wouldn't know if you didn't, it goves you an excuse to come back to visit

"Babes, I get that it's dangerous on the high seas, but how the fuck do you get so injured? It's almost like you do it on purpose..."

"Well, you're not really wrong there..."

"Y/N! THAT'S NOT GOOD!"

"Whaaaaat? It gives me an excuse to come back and see your handsome face."

"And while I love seeing you, there has to be a different way."

"This is nothing. This stab wound is practically nothing compared to what I've had to deal with before. Besides..."

"Let me guess, I should see the other guy? Also, that isn't comforting or surprising in the slightest and I can't decide which is worse."

"Ding ding ding! I'll be fine! 'Tis but a scratch."

"Not just a scratch. Your shirt is covered in dried blood."

"Most of it isn't mine..."

"Y/N!"

Cassandra joined your crew at one point while on her travels

You noticed her name was familiar from Varian's stories about her, but didn't question it

Cassandra's a common enough name, right? She wasn't the same one who kidnapped your partner and almost killed him?

To be fair, you almost had the first time you guys met

He had seen your sword and wanted to get a closer look

He had barely put a finger on it before you had shoved him against the wall and put it against his neck.

He was down bad immediately.

"No one touches my fucking sword except me or the people who get it in the gut. Got it?"

"L-loud and clear."

"Alright. Can I buy you a drink? That got a little out of hand there."

"That would be nice."

She caught you writing a letter to Varian one time and you guys found out how you know about her

"Whoa, what's that?"

"Believe it or not, Cassandra, but it's a letter. For someone really important to me."

"Oh do tell. Who is so special that they've got the mighty Captain Y/N blushing like a small child?"

"First, I'm blushing like a Captain. Second, if you really need to know, his name is Varian."

"Oh my god, wait. Varian?"

"Yeah?"

"Kinda short, black hair with a blue stripe in the bangs, raccoon with him all the time, absolutely loves alchemy?"

"Wait, do you know him?!"

"Know him? I almost killed that little shit!"

"Wait a minute, YOU'RE THAT CASSANDRA?!"

"HE TALKS ABOUT ME?!"

"He said something about a kidnapping some years back. Said you were a great friend until you got corrupted and then un-corrupted."

"Huh. Would've expected a worse report from him."

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That's all for now! I'll add more if I think of them!

Taglist: @ask-qiqi @kxgaminerin @nocturne-the-raven

[yanderes-galore]

hi! can i please request yandere chris redfield that doesn't let his darling go out without him and is always locked up in their house because chris has lost a lot of people and cant lose his darling too? thank you so much in advance have a nice day! 💘

Sure! Resident Evil 8 Chris is cool!

How Far You've Fallen

Yandere! Resident Evil Village! Chris Redfield Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Emotional abuse, Angst, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Possessive behavior, Implied PTSD, Toxic themes.

You've told him time and time again to get help. That Chris needed to talk to someone other than you to help his weary mind. No matter what you said, however, Chris refused to budge.

"I've lost too much...." He says, giving you a stern look. "I made sure to pick out the perfect house for us to live in. There's no need to leave."

"Chris, this isn't right. You can't just lock me up because of trauma you refuse to deal with!"

"Don't talk to me like that, (Y/N)!"

You two fought often. You had went from dating Chris Redfield, even getting married, to being a captive in your own home. All because he refused to get his mind checked out.

He was utterly convinced he just needed you. That all of his problems would go away if he just kept you in sight! Completely ignoring your discomfort with the entire situation....

You missed the outside world. A world you could freely walk and talk in. One where you didn't have to hear Chris scream at you for talking back....

He'd never hurt you physically, thankfully. But he would manipulate you. Make you out to be the bad person in every argument when you were explaining how you needed more sunlight!

His grip is always just too tight on you. Whispering about how he'll never let you go. How this world has taken so much from him and he can't let it steal you.

You used to pity him. Yet you knew better now. Chris Redfield has fallen from grace.

You refused to be treated like some kidnapped royal. Guarded by a monstrous dragon that hoarded you like treasure. You'd fight him until the day you died.

You starved Chris of affection. You didn't care if he begged. You wanted your freedom, even if it meant fighting him.

"Stop fighting me, (Y/N). You're being childish."

At that you scoff. In fact, you laugh. Oh, Chris was just hilarious with his delusions!

"Childish?" You laugh, feeling your mind slipping. You turn to your so called 'husband' with an unimpressed gaze. How dare he play victim when you're the one kidnapped.

"Oh how far you've fallen, Chris." You're gritting your teeth. "You don't get to play victim!"

"(Y/N)...."

"You wonder why I'm not happy? Take a look at yourself! I can't believe you're too delusional to see what you do to me! I'd-"

Before you can get another word in, Chris covers your mouth. You snarl against his hand but he ignores you. His gaze is so... dark.

"Enough of that! You know I love you! Stop this, now!"

You only give him a cold glare. Narrowing your eyes in silent rage at your captor. You had no love for Chris....

That was long gone.

Now you only wanted to be a pain to him. To show him he made a mistake. You wanted him to better himself and get help.

Chris was no hero, he was all washed up....

Who stands in front of you now is a monster.

You'd make him see that one way or another.

[saltysaltdog]

@alcorian for the tags

Oh but I did! For you see in my original tags I mentioned more evidence for my nonbinary megs, (but not ftm Optimus which you are so real for adding ty for that its GOLD and it's a crime i didn'tmention it) but by mentioning it too it means I have an EXCUSE to talk about it!

So like I've spoken about how megs is caste-aberrant, which I've construed as gender fuckery before, but not on what "gender" would really mean if you had like, 11-12 gender castes that then got smudged by time/war/ became forcibly lost history.

But now? You've sprung the trap!

I think the Optimus name change is something Orion likes. Tfp Optimus isn't changing his name. Before Iacon became terrible, he wouldn't have been put into a caste/gender box, but then once functionalism takes hold, he's no longer a scholar but is seen as an assistant at best.

So hear me out. The original thirteen: Prima, Vector, Alpha Trion, Alchemist, Nexus, Micronus, Onyx, Quintus, Almalgamus, Solus, leige maximo, Megatronus, and _____, we know the drill, all anyone really cares about is Prima, Vector, Solus, Alpha trion, and the thirteenth because everyone else has lower caste indicators or elements that make suppressing them very difficult.

Prima, although having the -A suffix would be feminine normally, Prima would be seen as masculine due to the ruling powers being masculine and everyone wants to be closest to Primus, and thus, Prima. So even though they might not be, the government says they are and everyone just goes with it.

Solus has the dimuitive -us to show she's adored and thus feminine. She's had all her constructicon-type roots scrubbed away into artisan and designing, even though in theory, Onyx might have been the architect between the two of them.

Alpha trion is masculine/was bros with Vector, and thus, beards are masculine.

Leaving anyone outside that, but still high caste enough to be included, as part of the thirteenth: the last, youngest, and most infantised of the primes. Which in human terms means you get no credit, but everyone steals your ideas. If youngest sister, oldest daughter, was a gender. Feminine.

Orion isn't big enough and doesn't have a beard, forcing him to under functionalism, not be able to present himself how he would like to. In this way, it's not really the primacy, but the NAME that is the biggest bait to him. Because it's planet wide recognition that he isn't a child. He's fully capable and needs to be treated like an adult and being masculine means that to him.

Perhaps even his way of relating to megatronus (keeping it while everyone else went with megatron) was seeing them both as men, very political fighting men, even as maybe a goal to achieve, while megs is just out there playing around with gender and making Orion RLY uncomfortable because if the manliest guy he knows isn't a guy then what will people say about him, you know?

And even when it comes to his matrix body change, it just changed his height, he was already beefy (by human standards) and the only think keeping him from being forever seen as masculine was just his size. Meaning that truly, even with his name change, he was still insecure about how people saw him.

Oh also under this logic, Elita-one is emphasising the shit out of the a being from alpha, like first, not like the feminine suffix A. Or she's doing both and in English all we'd hear when ppl said her name is Elita, while cybertronians are hearing "Elitaa(I AM ELITE, I AM A GIRL, I AM THE NUMBER ONE THREAT ON THE FEILD. STOP GETTING MY NAME WRONG. Girl. Best. One.)

Which makes elita-one/ Optimus Prime intense in your face tft energy in a way Orion/megatronus tft isn't. Wild.

If we put ye olde cybertronian into context then Megatron had Megatronus with a masculine -us suffix that he dropped. But there's also the diminutive-us. If we assume transformers are able to "read" the glyphs used in speech, then they can tell the difference.

So every time Orion Pax called out "Megatronus"(affectionate) it's the modern day equivalent of calling out "Megsy/meggy/megatronie" and you can probably do the same with Optimus, though it's more likely Megatron would use the possessive-us.

So you can have a conversation between the two that sounds normal but to cybertronians reads like the most syrupy garbage ever.

Literally, the "but pookie(megatronus), you promised not to hurt them."

"Not here, kitten whiskers(optimus), Daddy will discuss it later."

[dannystheone]

Hello there. Can you do a lee!Yuu ler!Ace and Duece fic. You may ignore if you want but have a great day ❤️✨

This sounded really cute! And it'll be my first POV fic that I've posted so far, so that's exciting :)

Light cursing! No 18+ 

Yuu will be using gender-neutral pronouns :)

Which One’s Better? Lee Yuu, Ler Ace and Deuce

Yuu finds Ace and Deuce in a disagreement and helps them find a way to settle the score.

I hope you like this!

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 I walked into the common room of Ramshackle house, dressed in a pressed school uniform and ready to start the day. Grim flew tiredly next to me; his eyes blurry with sleep. 

 “Mmmm... Prefect....we need to go back to sleep...meow...” Grim mewed silently. Of course it was nearly seven in the morning, but I had reminded Grim of our early morning last night before going to bed. 

 “Well, it was your fault for going to sleep so late. Maybe if you stopped going into the fridge every few hours to see if food magically appeared from the last time you checked, you’d have more sleep throughout the night.” Grim turned to me with an offended look on his face while I assembled my backpack. 

 “How am I supposed to sleep if I’m hungry?! I was staaarving last night! This is no way to live-” From the other room of Ramshackle House, we heard muffled laughter in tandem. Shouldn’t there be a certain hour where laughing is acceptable? 7 am surely did not warrant it. 

 “Hmm, either we have giggly intruders, or Deuce and Ace are here early.” I noted, while Grim looked scared. His teeth chattered as he bit his fingernails like a cartoon. 

 “Oh, Prefect! What if they steal my cans of tuna that I’ve been saving?! We have to stop them! Meow!” Grim squared his shoulders and flew into the other room while I tagged behind the flying cat. 

 “You had cans of tuna saved up and you stayed up all night looking for OTHER food to eat?!” We tracked the stray giggles into the drawing room around the corner. 

 Ace was sitting on Deuce’s thigh while Deuce was practically hanging off the couch they sat on. Ace mischievously clawed and scribbled into the top of Deuce’s thigh while Deuce tried pushing Ace off of him with what little leverage he had. 

 “Ahahace, stahahahap it! This isn’t fahahahair!” Deuce’s blush was high on his cheeks, his whole body jerking from the small stimulus delivered on his thigh. 

 Grim’s face fell to one of worry to one of annoyance. “Oh, they’re just being stupid. That doesn’t mean they didn’t touch my tuna though. I have to check!” Grim flew past me to his tuna stash, while I turned back at the scene before me.

 “Say I’m the cool guy and the Prefect prefers me over you to-” Ace whirled around at the sound of said Prefect walking in to the sight of them. Ace jumped off of Deuce; the lee’s giggling halting as he fell to the floor. 

  “What’s going on here? And so early in the morning!” Deuce groaned as he picked himself up off the dusty floor. Ace jumped off the couch, full of energy from his Ler High. 

 “Well, Mr. Grouch over here seems to think the Prefect prefers to see his sour face so early in the morning when we pick you guys up to go to school, instead of this fresh and impeccable complexion instead~” Ace gestured to himself as Deuce had regained enough strength to join the party. 

 Deuce sneered at Ace while he locked eyes with me. “Prefect, let’s be serious here. Would you rather see a respectable and feared man to take you to school, or a clown complete with makeup.” Ace turned to Deuce and growled at him. 

 “Hey! Who are you callin’ clown, stone face! I only tickle you so much so your face doesn’t lock permanently into one sour looking mood for the rest of your life!” I furrowed my eyebrows while I came in between them to not start another fight. 

 “Wait, so let me get this straight. You two decided to argue over what I prefer and even went so far as to start tickling each other at nearly 7 in the morning, instead of just asking me personally?” This question made them both blush and shift their hands in their pockets. 

 “W-Well...you were busy with Grim, so-” 

 “I like it when both of you pick me up. I don’t necessarily like one over the other, because when we’re a group we can talk about a lot more stuff on our way there. Don’t you think?” Ace bit his lip while Deuce quirked his eyebrow. They looked sideways at each other, and then back at me. 

 “Mmm, nah, sorry.” Ace concluded.

 “Yeah, not really satisfying.” Deuce added. 

 “After what we go through to make sure you and Grim are okay, you better give us a real answer, huh?” Ace poked me in between my shoulder blades, making me jump from the unexpected sensation. 

 “Yeek! Ah- but- That is my answer! I like seeing both of you in the morning, it wouldn’t feel complete without the two of you!” Deuce and Ace both picked up on my sudden panic and rambling, a mischievous idea hatching between them. 

 “Well, if you only had to choose between the two of us to pick you up, who would it be?” Deuce poked my side while I was facing Ace, which made my side fold in. I held back a squeal, but my face turned red quickly. 

 “Aha- C-Come on guys! This is silly- Wait no!” Deuce and Ace made quick work of carrying me to the couch, careful not to wrinkle my uniform. How nice of them. 

 “Guys reheheally! This isn’t necessary! Why do I have to have a preference if I- Eek!” Deuce sat on my thighs and immediately started scribbling his fingers all over my tummy. The fluttery feelings rippled in my skin, like a stone disturbing a pool of water. Ace held my wrists above my head with one hand, while he started scritching under my armpit with his other. 

 “Nahahaha! Guhuhuys plehehehease!” Ace and Deuce both laughed airily at my reactions. The bastards. I tugged at them, trying to reclaim my body parts from underneath their hold. But they only pressed down harder and tickled faster. 

 “Hmm, how about this instead. You determine which one is the better tickler between the two of us, and we’ll let you go.” Deuce’s tone in his voice dropped to a predatory one. It was pretty flustering to see Deuce’s bent head, his curtained blue hair falling over his eyes, and staring directly at the places he was about to tickle me. 

 “Wouldn’t wanna be late to your first period of the day, especially when you’re sitting on so many threads to attend school here in the first place, aren’t you?” On the other hand, it was equally flustering to have Ace’s face pretty much in MY face, watching my reactions closely as he played with my tickle spots so effortlessly. 

 I couldn’t possibly choose between the two of them. 

 “Nohohoho! Thahahat’s impohohossible!” I giggled out, my face already beet red from the fact that about twenty fingers were tickling me at once and demanding I speak. 

 Neither of them liked my answer, again, and it showed. Ace crawled down to my ribs and started tazing into the sensitive area, while Deuce traveled up my thighs and started kneading into my hips. My eyes squinted shut as my laughter peaked and started getting squeaky. 

 “We’re gonna need that answer, Prefect. School starts at about 7:30 am, and it’s already 7:10. You got about tweeeenty minutes to make up an answer-” Deuce kneaded into my side while elongating the word ‘twenty’, which was unbearable. 

 “-And you still have to walk there. Imagine the embarrassment of walking into class with your blushing face, your wrinkled uniform, your messed up hair, walking to your seat like that? Everyone’s gonna ask what happened to you on your way here.” Ace made a little stick figure out of his fingers and had it walk over my ribs, which was awful.  

 “What are you gonna tell them? Or your teacher? Are you gonna give them an answer or let the rumors spread?” Deuce used both his hands now to pinch and tickle into my sides, my laughter reverberating on the walls. It was quite high and bubbly, for anyone listening. 

 “I-hehehehee! I cahahahan’t chohohohoose!! It’s toohohohoo much!” Ace took his hands off of me and bat Deuce’s hands off the tickle spots he was getting on me as well. 

 “Alright, we’ve stopped now. We’ll give you thirty seconds to make up a decision.” Ace declared. My heart was pounding. There was no way they thought I could just recover and spit out an answer?! And I didn’t want to just randomly pick between the two of them and be done with it, that would be dishonest, and they were my friends. Deuce might take it better than Ace if I were to choose Ace over him, but Deuce’s feelings still got hurt easily as well. 

 “I-I can’t! I really can’t decide! You two are better together rather than when you’re alone! Not that I don’t like you two individually-” I could feel Ace’s hands descend onto my armpits and start to flutter his fingertips lightly. -”buhuhut! You bring out the best in each other when we’re in a group wh-hehe! Whether you know it or not! I prefer it when we’re in a group because you guys are funn-eheheier and we can talk about a lot more stuff-” 

 “Time’s up.” 

 Both boys dove back in to random spots on my body, but the anticipation made my reaction louder than it should have been. 

 “Sorry Prefect, you should have just said any answer and it would have sufficed. Now it needs to be a real answer that you can prove.” Deuce shrugged while Ace bit back a smile at my squirming. 

 “Too bad. I guess they’ll be late afterall. I wonder what kind of rumors will be spread with you walking into class like this? I don’t think they’ll be very nice, seeing as you’re a foreigner and all.” Deuce smiled at my reactions when he squeezed his fingers into my thighs. It definitely did rile me up. 

 “Speaking of not very nice, it’s 7:15. You got fifteen more minutes to collect yourself and make it to class. I got no problems with being late today. Do you, Deuce?” Ace smirked as he looked down as my laughing face and started tickling my ears. They were bright with blush, which meant they were sensitive to the lightest flutters. 

 Deuce started squeezing my knees and scribbling his fingers underneath them, listening intently to the sounds my laughter made at every new technique he used. 

 “Nope, no problems with that. I could even last until second period, if I wanted to~” Ace gasped dramatically as this answer and looked down to me; his ginger hair tickling my nose as he was so close to my face. 

 “You hear that Prefect? Can you last until second period to be late for school? That’s a long time to be tickled, don’t you think? That’s about an hour and some change for us to tickle tickle tickle you all over.” With every use of the word ‘tickle’, Ace would dot all over my tummy with his fingers until he just scribbled all over it. All I could do was laugh. 

 “Hmm, after holding out for so long, I’m starting to think they like getting tickled. Cause who in their right mind wouldn’t just blurt out a random answer at this point and be done with it?” Deuce examined. So much for being honest! 

 “That’s a good point. In fact, I’m gonna put it here where everyone can see.” Ace stopped scribbling my tummy and started drawing out letters over the surface, which drove me mad. The long swooping strokes were impossible to predict. 

 “I. Love. Being. Tiiiiiiiickled~ I’m. Sooooooo. Ticklish~” Ace wrote all over my tummy until there was no more room to ‘write’ anywhere with his fingers. That did it for me. 

 “Okahahahay! Okahahahay! Plehehehehease! Thahahahat’s enohohohough!!” I pleaded. Deuce looked over and bat Ace’s hands away. I caught my breath, my face burning and my heart beating in my chest. 

 “Well? What’s your answer? If we don’t like it, we’ll get back to-” 

 “It’s Ace!” I blurted. Ace pumped his fists with a wide smile on his face. Deuce rolled his eyes and make a ‘tch’ with his mouth. 

 “Ahahalright! And what made you come across the RIGHT decision, huh?” Ace gave Deuce a shit-eating grin as they slowly let me up into a sitting position on the couch. 

 “The-hehe...the tummy writing...it was too much...” I combed back my hair with my hands and tried to fan my face of its flames. Ace celebrated in his little corner of the couch while I looked to Deuce. 

 “Deuce, you also did very well. If Ace hadn’t done what he did, I would have chosen you, completely.” Deuce smiled gently at my words, his own small blush forming. 

 “Oh, thanks. You don’t have to spare my feelings or anything, it was just a game. I appreciate it though.” I checked my watch after returning Deuce’s smile. It was 7:20! 

 “Guys! We have to get to school! I only have ten minutes to make it to class!” I jumped up off the couch, neverminding the dizzy feelings I got in my head from standing up too fast. I grabbed my backpack. 

 “Grim! We have to-” The boys came up from behind me and grabbed my attention. 

 “Woah, woah, Prefect! Didn’t we tell you? Headmage pushed classes to the afternoon today. We start first period at one o’clock!” Ace smiled wide at his own words while Deuce confirmed what he said. 

 I dropped my backpack in shock. 

 “What? Then why were you here so early?!” I demanded. The boys shrugged their shoulders at this. 

 “Uhh, we were bored? And we wanted to hang out. Duh. So what are we gonna do until classes?” 

 My fists clenched. They were messing with me the whole time. But since we have until one o’clock and it was barely 7:30...a lightbulb shone over my head. 

 “You know what...” 

 “Wait, prefect-” 

 “I have the perfect idea for what we should do~”

 “Prefect- NO!!” Both boys yelped and ran for their life with me hot on their trails. The rest of the morning was filled with laughter, breakfast, and enjoying each other’s company.