#just cause i think it would be real funny if it puffed up when he gets scared

[jalo-parker]

Calvin !!!

Love this guy his content is sick

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Slashers (plus Micheal) chasing their future s/o and mid chase they trip head first bc of a rock and their s/o just turns around and laughs at them. The slasher just get up and start chasing them again but there s/o can’t stop laughing

I think it’s a funny fic❤️

U don’t have to do this btw

Oh but I want to 😄 unfortunately I couldn't come up with a good scenario for Michael, sorry. If I ever get an idea for it I will add him to thia post

Slashers tripping and falling while chasing their future s/o

Jason Voorhees

Jason is unsure about chasing you, and that’s the only reason why this happens. Usually, when he is *really* determined to kill someone, something like that wouldn’t happen to him; not at Crystal Lake at least, where he knows every stick and stone by heart. He may get his weapon stuck in places, but tripping? No way.

But you… you are different. Really, you don’t seem like his other victims at all. Your only real “crime” is entering his territory in the first place. So yes, Jason isn’t quite as set on killing you. He might even let you get away.

He is debating with himself if sparing you would really be a good idea, when his foot gets caught on a small rock, and he finds himself face first on yet another rock, leaving him with a bloody nose.

You stop and look at him, your cheeks puffed up trying to contain your laugher. But when you try to speak, it just bursts out. Jason, of course, is not pleased, and immediately gets up to continue his pursuit.

Busy laughing as you are, you do not see the rope on the ground, and you quickly find yourself in the same position as Jason, face-first on the ground, with a nosebleed and a bruise on your face.

He catches up to you and you turn around. “I… guess I deserve it now, for laughing at you.” You see the blood dripping from underneath his mask and pull a tissue from your pocket. “Here. Sorry for laughing earlier.”

He hesitates before accepting, and once his bleeding nose is plugged up, he reaches out his hand to pull you to your feet.

Okay, it wasn’t nice of you to laugh at him, but you apologized. And that seals the deal for him; you’re a good one. You don’t have to die.

Vincent Sinclair

He actually trips over his own equipment. No idea *how* you got into his workshop while still breathing; you were probably trying to hide from Bo, only to find yourself face to face with his brother. Once he notices you, he of course grabs his ornate carving knifes and tries to attack you, only for the strap of his apron to get stuck at his chair, which causes him to trip over said chair while trying to untangle himself. And to put the cherry on top, when he hits the ground, his mask cracks and falls off.

You try to bite back your laughter. Unsuccessfully. Still, you decide to run before Vincent can recover.

He catches up to you in the living room of the house. Now maskless, he advances on you while you are alternating between giggles and sobs.

Then you can see him. And just kind of blurt out:“A pretty face like yours really shouldn’t be covered up by a mask.”

He lowers his knives, confused. Are you… *hitting on him*?

Freddy Krueger

Even in a world where he is god, Freddy isn’t quite safe from the little annoyances of every day life. This time, while making one of his usual quips, he makes a small misstep and lands on his ass.

You laugh, all of your fear going up in smoke, and with that, Freddy’s powers.

“Fucking hell”, he grumbles while he pulls himself to his feet. “What, you think I’m harmless just because I tripped, bitch?”

You are doubled over, holding your sides. “Oh really? Cause you don’t look that threatening right now, old man!”

He growls, frustrated that you are *right*. You are in his world now, but he can’t do anything because you’re not scared.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is pursuing you through the walls of his family’s estate, but underestimates his momentum while rounding a corner, which causes him to lose his balance and fall backwards.

You look at the sight, and while the laughter is bubbling up inside you already, you can’t help but feel the protectiveness you have started feeling towards your “charge” flare up.

He said he wouldn’t hurt you. He said he would be good. And really he has never hurt you, right?

Still chuckling to yourself, you walk up to him and offer your hand. “I think I win this round”, you say, trying to play it off as if you were only playing catch.

He looks up at you and allows you to pull him up. “You… were just playing?”

“Of course, would I be laughing otherwise?”

Brahms doesn’t quite believe that, but as long as it means you will stay, he won’t ask any more questions.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba does tend to be a little bit on the clumsy side, so it’s no surprise when he loses his balance while swinging the chainsaw at you. It clatters to the ground, and gets dangerously close to cutting *him* instead.

You quickly grab the handle and turn it off, almost out of reflex, as if the person about to be cut by it hadn’t just tried to kill you.

The ridiculousness of the whole situation makes you burst out laughing. “What am I even doing here?”, you choke out inbetween tears of laughter. Then you shake your head and look at Bubba.

“You okay? The chainsaw didn’t get you, did it?”

He looks at you like you’re a hero. No, he can’t eat you. You saved him. He has to tell Drayton that you’re a friend now.

[bloogers-boogers]

Kyle Brofloski/Eric Cartman (SP FIC) part 1

/Forced love/

Cartman finds himself traumatized by a peculiar sort of event,Kyle obviously gets involved somehow.

This takes place in middle school.

Slight warning ⚠️ u guys know what're you getting into by reading the names of who the characters are, so yeah. That's it.

~~~~

Everything seemed to be going it's natural pace in South park, the day was a sunny day, flowers bloomed here and there, cheerful smiles could be seen by the civilians who walked by and as a day goes well for the mountain town for a red headed boy it went downtown.

He stormed grumpy and annoyed, as he walked towards the school's bathroom. He was kicked out from class, as Garrison got pissy over him not paying attention of his 'upcoming wedding concerns', the redhead sighed defeated as he rolled his eyes, now entering the bathroom.

He halted as he recognized a familiar annoying high pitch voice, he backtrack slowly and quietly as he wanted to prevent being seen by the other before him trying to trap him in one of his stupid schemes or whatever shit his planning, but stopped in place after he heard vomiting from the other.

"Oh God!," he whined out, as another batch of vomit came out from his mouth.

Kyle frowned, now concerned, as he approached cautiously to the cubicle his arch rival was. The fatass was kneeled down the floor as he gripped on to the toilet seat, dangerously vomiting breakfast, lunch, in between classes, and 'casual snacking' out from his stomach.

"Cartman..?," he finally spoke, from behind peeking just enough to see the other continuously leaning his head up the toilet, not bothering to look his way.

And there goes another batch of vomit.

"You okay there..?," he kept persisting, as concerned kept creeping inside his body.

"Why do you care?," Cartman forced out, trying to wipe the leftover vomited that spread across his mouth, before he hunched back down holding on to his stomach in pain, once again, vomiting.

Kyle winced as he heard the boy kept vomiting his meals, now whining in pain.

"C'mon fatass, by this point we should consider ourselves sorta.. frie..nd-ish.... ?," he winced again, tilting his head with each word as he tried keeping his cool.

He grinned mimicking the same awkward smile his father will do when he was put in some awkwardly weird scenery. It's not like Cartman would see him, as he was face away looking at the toilet seat as he panted from pain.

"You can't even say we're friends, cause that's bullshit," he groaned annoyed, still gripping his hands on to the toilet.

Here goes another.

Kyle's winced again, now disgusted cause the smell was beginning to spread out from the cubicle to the whole bathroom.

"I.. think I ate something that didn't go well with my stomach," he then spat out, tirelessly from all the excess barf he had to let out, his sweaty hands slipped to the floor as he tried to regulate his breathing.

"You eat the entire school menu, fatass, what could possibly make you feel sick," Kyle half sarcastically stated, as that still didn't make sense, Cartman could possibly eat anything by this point and still not complain this much.

He crossed his arms now leaning against the cubicle as he waited for the other to respond.

Cartman frowned, annoyed, before barfing again, " 'haha' real funny, now leave me alone Kahal!," he grunted out, as he felt his body tremble a bit.

"Who twisted your panties this much?," Kyle mimic Cartman's usual speaking banter, trying to peace things out.

Cartman chuckled lightly, holding on to his stomach as he felt a nauseating feeling resurfacing again.

Kyle half smiled, as hearing Cartman laugh meant he was now feeling a little bit more better.

Cartman stood up, still holding on to his stomach as he sighed. Now turning to look at Kyle.

His eyes were red and puffed up as he had sob before Kyle got there, his cheeks with now stain tears, and some dry up barf was around his mouth.

Kyle felt his stomach knot, as he couldn't grasp that image from Cartman and probably won't be able to take it out from his head if he didn't tell him right now why he was acting and looking that way.

"Do you know Douglas?," he then spoke.

Kyle was taken off guard a bit, as he didn't know what that dude had something to do with all this, "the guy that came out two years ago about being weirdly obsessed with you and your dumb shit? Yeah, why?," he asked confused.

"He likes me, kahal," he blurted out, with a nonchalant tone, as he still couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, we kinda all know that, I mean who gets him? Why would someone cheer you on for the shit you do," he began, oblivious of what he truly meant.

Cartman gripped his shoulders, now startling him as he shoved him against the wall.

"No, Kahal! He LIKES me, like in the homo way Kahaaal!," he shouted, as his eyes spread terror.

Kyle gulped, as he stood there frozen, "Oh," he looked down, as he processed what he was told.

"Maybe, you're just seeing shit, it's not a big deal, just ignore it. He probably doesn't even like you," he tried reassuring, as Cartman began fanatically shaking him.

"You don't get it, Kyleee! He- he..," Cartman let go, gripping his hair, as he squinted his eyes shut as he recalled internally the previous events, "he kissed me, Kyle!," he blurted out, now looking devastated, as he broke in ugly sobs.

"He kissed me! He humiliated me, Kyle! I've never felt this humiliated, violated, it was horrible! I can't fucking believe that happened!," he kept on going, as Kyle looked at him speechless, "I was just minding my own damn business as he approached me and stole a kiss from my mouth! I couldn't fucking believe it!! What if he does it again, what if- fuck! Fuck!," he cried out, as he heavily panted.

Kyle hold out his hands in surrender, as he tried to calm Cartman down, "Dude, chill the fuck out," Cartman grasped on him again, holding him tight, sobbing loudly, "look, I'll talk to him alright?," he reluctantly said, kinda freaked out by the whole thing as he tried to calm his bastard friend.

"Really?," Cartman whispered out, hopeful, his uncontrollable panting began the slower, as he felt Cartman relax against his body.

"Yeah, dude, just chill out."

He couldn't grasp the idea of someone actually wanting to kiss Cartman noneless just boldly stealing one from him, he secretly hoped this was just some stupid lie his fat friend decided to pull on him, but something inside him told him otherwise; that this was in fact real and that this won't be the end of it either if he didn't get into the bottom of this beforehand.

He sighed, as he awkwardly patted his arch rival's back, as he was still sniffling and trembling under his arms.

°°°°

Kyle walked towards the playground, trying to spot the blonde boy, spotting him sitting in the merry-go-round as he was looking at his phone. He approached the boy with his hand insides his pockets, thinking what he'll say to scare the little bitch away from Cartman.

"Hey," he said nonchalant.

Douglas look up from his phone, now looking at him, as he arched a brow, "Aren't you one of Eric friends?," he asked.

"Yeah..," he trailed off, looking at the ground before laying his eyes on his, "look, dude, Cartman told me what happened."

Douglas eyes widen in excitement, "Oh shit, really?," he stood up as he place his phone inside his pocket, now grinning widely.

"He didn't like it, so I'm here to ask you to not do it again," he said, feeling slightly annoyed by his cheerful reaction.

Douglas knitted his brows, as he contemplated it for a bit before he shrugged it off, "eh, he'll get over it, once he gets use to it he'll began to enjoy it, probably even ask for more."

Kyle frowned, "Dude, you traumatized him, he was curled up in the bathroom scared as hell," he spat out, as he lifted his arms up in the air in exclamation, "you can't force people in to doing something they don't want to do, and you shouldn't be kissing people just cause you feel like it, it's not cool, so drop it already."

Douglas now, frowned annoyed by Kyle's persistence, "why do you care? For what I recall you two don't get along!," he raised his voice, now making Kyle angry by his stubbornness.

And because he doesn't know shit about his relationship with Cartman, so who is he to say if they got along or not?

"Because you're acting like a complete asshole by trying to force kiss Cartman, and I have to deal with his fucking shit because you can't leave him alone!," he glared, as he approached him closer in a threatening manner, pointing his finger accusatory.

Douglas pushed him away daring, making the redhead grunt and he lunged on to him, now patience long gone; punching his face, as Douglas fought back, punching him in the jaw and eye.

They kept fighting, the weight of their punches and kicks equally balanced, Kyle tackled him down as the other tried wiggling off his furious grip.

Kyle heard a 'Holy shit! Fight in the playground! I repeat fight in the playground!' But he didn't care, as rage boiled in his insides punching the boy furiously as the other didn't give up!

He was taken off guard as Douglas pinned him down, switching places in the ground, Kyle tried grasping on to the ground trying to get up but was immediately met with a fist against his skull, punch after punch he felt his vision fogged. Kids forming into a circle around them as they cheered on for a winner oblivious of the matter of whatever hell they were fighting to begin with.

Kyle kicked him off, making the boy fly off him hitting against some kids before falling into the dirty ground, Douglas whimpered in pain as he tried getting back in his feet, but hell no was Kyle gonna let him do so. He got up quickly kicking him three times in the stomach while panting heavily before the other fell to the ground with a 'hmph!', no one has ever beat Kyle Brofloski in a fight, and this won't be any different.

He sat on top of him punching him in the face punch after punch, grabbing on to his collar, whispering coldly, loud enough for he to hear only, as the others chanted loudly oblivious of the words being exchanged, "this is my last fucking warning, get near Cartman and I'll fucking knock your brains out."

Douglas didn't even flinched, as he kept glaring at the red head, "f-fuck you," he blurted out, spitting him, making Kyle send dagger at him; about to knock him out good, "you know what? I think I know why you're doing this," he forced out, panting, smirking slyly as he continued, "you're jealous, you're acting like you give a shit but in reality, you just want Cartman all for yourself, acting out like the possessive bitch you are."

Kyle gritted his teeth before knocking the boy out cold, he stood up eyeing the other students who began to drift away as they saw the fight had ended. Now spotting Stan, Kenny and Butters who stood there watching him; who had watched the fight baffled by what happened, except for Butters who cheered his way.

"Kyle, what happened?," Stan asked concerned as he approached him.

Kyle brushed off the dirt on his pants before glancing at Douglas, while Butters and Kenny eyed the unconscious boy down, "nothing," internally hoping to have give his point down to Douglas.

He glared once more, wiping off the stain of blood that slid down his nose, before walking off.

°°°°

Cartman hummed, slightly relieved now having heard the kids from his school talking about the fight that happened outside, unintentionally giving him the confirmation that Kyle indeed kept his word. But it also meant Douglas had wasted his patience, making him beat the shit out of him.

He bit his nails as he contemplated the situation, slightly nervous, as he feared that Douglas was stubborn enough to the point he'd be willing to fight Kyle to keep his ground. But from what he heard, Kyle won, which was to be expected; Kyle was a ginger jew who was a rabid motherfucker when being provoked. But he just couldn't pinned down the uneasy feeling from his stomach, Kyle won, so why is he still nervous?

He squinted his eyes shut, deeply in thought as he began to worried.

"Hey Cartman."

Eyes widen opened in terror, as he looked at the direction being called from. Douglas limped his way, with bloody wounds on his face, two black eyes, some bruises up his neck and near his mouth, as he gripped on to his right arm.

He gulped, as he felt a bad vibe coming off from the blonde, who chuckled lightly.

"You really think you're slick by telling your friend on me?," he smirked, as Cartman cowered against the locker, backing away from him as he got closer, "what? You thought that if you asked your friend to come 'speak' with me, he'll scare me off. Cause he's from Jersey? Well guess what," he spat, as he eyed him down, looking at him daring, "I'm from Jersey."

Cartman was left mouth opened, as he watched in horror, "w-what..?," he murmured in disbelief, trembling lightly.

"I'm. From. Jersey," he spat bitterly, before smirking again as his nose brushed against Cartman's.

The boy backed away, as he waved him off before leaving, "Bye, Eric, see ya later!," he beamed warming, immediately changing his tone as he left.

Cartman layyed against the lockers in defeat, as he squirmed in desperately stressed, feeling his hands and face sweat.

"Hey, Cartman," Stan spoke up, as he and the boys approached him.

"¡AAHHHHHH!," He screamed in horror as he ran off.

Leaving the four boys confused, except for the redhead who just watched knowingly.

"Dude, what's gotten in to him?," Stan asked as he saw their fat friend run outta sight.

Kyle clenched his fists, not saying a word.

Later that day Kyle and Douglas were called to the principal's office as the incident was spread to ear and ear getting to PC principal's attention. They were forced to apologize, but cussing each other out under their breath as they did not mean it. After being scold and given two weeks of detention they head off diffrent ways not after glaring each other down before leaving turning a different way.

Kyle huffed annoyed as he knew getting back home he'll be scold by his mother, but he was mostly annoyed that Cartman still seemingly looked scared.

He walked outta school not wanting to go on the bus neither did he wait for his friends. He felt like his efforts weren't enough cherished, almost incompetence. As Cartman had dodge last period pretty much unintentionally telling him that his fight was 'meaningless' and did nothing to solve his worries.

Douglas didn't seemed too faze either, as he sat in the office confident not showing any slight of fear or being threatened by what happened earlier.

He grunted furious, as he gripped tight on his backpack before entering home.

He felt embarrassed, even humiliated even if he had won the fight, people cheered him on even congratulated him unknowingly about the reason the fight started. But it meant shit to him if the person he had did it for gave no shit about it.

He stood in the leaving room, angrily, as his mother scold him off; zoning out as he didn't listen to her words, focusing on what his gonna do next.

°°°°

"Dude, what's been up with Cartman?," Stan asked.

It was the next day, they were now in the cafeteria. All day Cartman has been invasive from them, looking bummed and upset as he walked the halls and sat in the classroom. There was no teasing or taunting, and a silent Cartman is a concerning one.

Though, the boy sat with Butters, it seem he found comfort around him as the blonde looked like he was trying to cheer him up. They were seating at a whole different table from them, clearly avoiding the three.

Kyle frowned as he watched the two boys from a far, listening to his friends making up theories of why their fat friend was avoiding them.

"You think his scheming something?," Tolkien suggested.

Kenny immediately denied with his head, "Cartman can't keep a secret more than an hour, and this been happening since yesterday."

"Do you know anything Ky-"

He heard his best friend speak up, but had already picked up his tray and left, as he saw Butters leave the cafeteria. He ran through the hallway trying to reach out Butters.

"Hey, Butters, wait up," he slowed down his pace, as he jogged towards him.

"Hey, Kyle," he greeted with a small smile, as he opened his locker getting out some books, then closing it again, "what up?."

"Did Cartman tell you about what happened?"

"You mean about..,"he looked around, making sure there was no else listening, "ofcourse he did, Eric tells me everything," He admitted, guessing Kyle probably already knew what happened because of the fight.

"Did he tell you anything else?," he questioned.

"He said Douglas didn't care you beat him up Kyle, he's from Jersey," Butters admitted, as he gripped his book, pitying Cartman.

Kyle couldn't help but look concerned 'he's also from Jersey?' He thought, as he placed his hand in his pockets, seemingly in thought watching Butters walk away. Probably just heading to class before the bell rang.

It now made sense why he took his punches like some natural boxer, he breathe heavily, as he felt himself pout.

Cartman had missed school the other day, same with the third, that's were it drew the line for the group of friends. They had decided to barge in Cartman's room, as they wanted to know what's been up with him, Kyle was absent as he had told them he had other more important things to do.

Stan was the fist to speak up, as he saw Cartman curled up in his blanket facing the other way; a tissue in hand, half lidded eyes and pretty much with no ounce of energy in his body.

"Dude, you've been missing school, and you haven't been online, that's not like you. What's wrong?."

There was no answer, as both boys looked in concerned.

"C'mon man, if you don't tell us, how are we supposed to help you?," Kenny chimed in, but his words were just left in the air.

They stood there in silence, as they stared awkwardly.

"Look, we're gonna find a way to make you feel better, just you wait," Stan promised, as he set outside Cartman's room, Kenny following behind, "the fuck are we gonna do?," he asked his blonde friend.

Who shrugged looking at the floor, trying to think of a solution.

On the other side, Kyle was sitting in his bed, chin rested in his hands. He felt challenged, as he was being somehow taunted by Douglas.

Cartman missing school was like bricks hitting his side, reminding him how much he had failed on him.

He frowned as he looked at a pair of socks in the floor.

'Knock knock' he looked up, as his mother stood in the doorframe.

"Yeah, mom?," he asked.

She sat next to him, "what's wrong, bubbie?," she asked softly, "you seemed stressed, and you've been avoiding eating dinner, besides the fight from the other day."

He sighed defeated, "ma, what do you do if someone from Jersey challenged you?," he asked still looking at the ground.

His mother tilted her head, "someone from Jersey?," she said worrisome, "did someone from Jersey challenge you, Kyle?," she asked more firmly.

"The boy I fought, he's from Jersey," he admitted.

She stood up immediately, causing Kyle to flinch by the sudden action.

"You should've said that from the start, Kyle," she admitted, now looking at him, hands on her hips "if someone from Jersey is challenging you, you better stand your ground young man!."

Kyle frowned sadly, "I tried! But it didn't seemed like it matter, I- I was trying to defend a friend.. but I feel like.. I disappointed him," he looked at his hands upset, sparing the details of the boy actually crushing on cartman not 'bullying' him as his mother had thought.

"Well, Kyle, ofcourse he isn't gonna show he cared. People from Jersey have a big need to protect their image, their pride," she explained, as she cupped his cheeks, "but he isn't gonna stop into you really mark your territory. By backing away, Kyle, you're telling him he won and that he can step on you whenever he wants to. And my boy is no doormat loser!," she stated more firmly.

She gripped his hand and dragged him out.

"Where are we going?," he blurted out loud, before being dragged out from his room.

°°°°

Some beating music began to play, as Kyle was found punching a boxing bag as his mother stared him down with gym clothing on and a whistle in hand.

Sweating tirelessly, he punched harder and harder. He ran rounds and rounds the school running tracks, also having climbed a small mountain near town that same day. His mother was training him, as she claimed that beating up the other boy from Jersey until he decides to surrender was the only way he'll leave both him and Cartman alone.

He continued determined to finish up his training, now practicing on his mother as she had boxing gloves on, challenging for he to fight her. At first he hesitated, as that was his mom. But she kept insisting until he lost his patience giving the first hit being brutally beaten up by her on the first, second and third round. No pity, not sweet talk, no being easy on him.

Just the jersey way. A cold heartless beat down.

Cruel reality it was, to realize it ain't easy being from Jersey.

On the other side of all the training sequence, Stan and Kenny dragged Cartman around town, taking him by the hand to each place they knew he'd be excited to go, eating his favorite foods even doing the shit he liked. But nothing, Cartman was a wreck, they really didn't know what cause him to act this way, but fuck, it did strike him bad.

"Dude, it's KFC!," Stan exclaimed in disbelief, as Kenny hold on to a chicken leg holding himself from eating it himself, as he dragged it left and right infront of Cartman.

Cartman didn't even flinched, as he rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought. Kenny frowned, he was getting concerned and he knew Stan was feeling the same thing, it was unlike Cartman to just act all emo like this, it kinda reminded him of Stan when he was depressed. It's fucking bumming him out.

His eyes widen, "Stan, I think I have a solution for Cartman's problem," he stated, as Stan looked at him confused.

"Okay, bubbie, make sure you focus on hitting his face and stomach when he losses focus, this isn't MMA so aim for his knees," she positioned herself in a way he could practice on her, but Kyle knew better that she wouldn't make it easy on him.

As he back and forth infront of her, he pinned point areas that weren't covered by her arms, he fake aimed her shoulder immediately hitting her gut instead, causing her to shudder before picking up the pace, as she punch him hard in the face.

"Don't let your guard down, Kyle," she pointed out, before aiming for his legs with a kick, aiming his face with punches he dodge it quickly, as he moved quickly now stepping on her feet causing her to whimp in pain as he took this opportunity to smack her knees with a kick, then knee smaking her stomach causing her to kneel down as she felt the pain.

He smacked her with a kick in her face; blood now sliding down her nose, as she slouch down, causing her to go backwards, now lounging himself towards her dropping her to the floor with a loud thump.

She smiled as she tried getting up, "that was great, Bubbie, you're getting better," she complimented, reaching her hand out to him to help her up.

Kyle knew better not to trust her, he grabbed her arm tightly as he twisted it enough to pinned her to the ground with it, slamming her body against it hardly, making her yelped as he did not let go.

"I think you're ready," she beamed proudly, as she struggled to get out from his grip.

"C'mon, fatass just drink a sip, it'll help you feel better," Stan said, as he offered some beer he had stole from his father's stash.

"Never thought myself ever suggesting alcohol, but here I am," Kenny stated, as he gripped firmly on to Cartman's chin trying to forcefully open his mouth as Stan tried pouring in some beer.

The people who passed by them sending daggers as they judged them hardly, but they didn't give a fuck.

They were infront of the cinema, as they had previously planned on taking Cartman for a movie and slip some of the beer in his soda, but Cartman refused to even go inside, claiming he just wanted to go home. That had made them snap tiresome of all this bullshit, now forcefully trying to shove the beer in.

Cartman whined, as he moved his head fanatically avoiding drinking the beer in hand, before snapping their attention to the road, as they heard a loud 'tsk'.

Some blonde kid stood near the light pole, arms cross as he rested his body against it. They knew that kid, as they recalled his name being Douglas, one of Cartman's minions.

They felt Cartman shudder in their grip as he backed away, hiding behind Stan, gasping lightly.

"Is this why you been acting all strange?," Stan asked, pin pointing his reaction just by seeing the blonde kid.

Kenny frowned, "hey, kid, what's your fucking deal?," he dared him to move forward, as he kept his ground; infront of his two friends.

"Dudes, let just go," Cartman whispered out.

"No, fuck that, what it he gonna do? Beat us up?," Kenny said, now raising his tone intentionally for the other to hear, "it's three against one, asshole. Is your messing with our fat bastard of a friend then you'll have to put on me first."

Douglas smirked, as he step forward, "tsk, tsk, tsk. Eric, is this how you let your so called friends treat you? By letting them shove beer up your ass?," he spoke, ignoring the threat from the boy who protectively shield his friends, "and here I thought Kyle was the funny one," he chuckled as he stopped infront of Kenny.

Kicking him straight in the gut making him kneeled to the ground as he groaned in pain. The boy already was coughing blood by just a simple kick, he can imagine if he were to be punched in the face; Kenny's never been this injured just by some kick in the stomach, he has fought before plenty of times so these types occurrences weren't new for him, but fuck, this kick, this kick hurt like hell. It's like that Douglas kid was made out of steel.

"Jesus christ!," Stan exclaimed horrid. Cartman winced his eyes shut, not wanting to see who was up next.

Douglas didn't even bother to beat up Stan, as he easily shove him away, hitting the ground with a 'hmph!' As he twisted his ankle during the fall.

Cartman eyes widen opened as he felt Douglas hands grip on him, he then pinned him against the wall as he whimpered by the strength put on.

"Eric, I've been very patient on you, I've waited for years to approach you, to admit my feelings for you," he continued, as Cartman gulped; sweating against his grip as he felt his legs wobble, "no one in this damn town realize your worth, but I?," he rested his hand on to his chin, sliding his fingers on his cheek now gripping them tightly making the boy pout, "it's like you don't really realize who's really out for you," he gripped on tighter making the boy squirmed, feeling pressure in his now red swollen cheeks. He peck him; one, two, three and continuously doing so as he got to ten.

Stan watched in panic from were he seated holding on to his ankle as it began to sting, as for Kenny, he kept holding on to his stomach looking at Cartman with apologetic eyes as he was still in too much pain to try and do anything.

Cartman yelped, as Douglas gripped his hand against his neck preventing the boy to try and run away from him, as he forcefully kissed him Cartman sobbing as he couldn't do anything, being too weak to budge out.

"Hey, bitch boy," they all looked at the the direction they heard that familiar voice, except for Cartman who tried gripping loose from the grip held against him, with his hands.

Douglas grinned widely, "Oh my, if it isn't Mr. Pussy wuss, finally stopped hiding in your cave?," he let go of Cartman, as the boy grasped hardly for air falling to the ground, "I thought you'd show up," he crossed his arms, as he eyed the red head daring.

Kyle spat on the ground, as he took his gloves off with his mouth and throw them to the side, then taking off his jacket, cracking his knuckles in a threatening manner.

"Kyle, dude, it's not worth it! This asshole beat Kenny!," Stan warned, fearing the fate and well being of his best friend.

Kenny groaned out, as the pain once more, kicked in.

"Didn't I warn you about messing with Cartman again?," he spat bitterly, as he approached the blonde boy with a fighting stance, gesturing with a hand to 'come forward and fight'.

Douglas laughed dryly, "if that's a 'warning' then you suck at it," he stated calmly.

Kyle grunted, as he held it together waiting for the other to make the first move. He stared at both his two friends that layyed in the middle of the street, and then to Cartman who kept grasping for air in the sidewalk.

He then snapped as he noticed Douglas aiming for him, he dodge a punch and turned to hit his back with both intertwined hands, making the boy stumble. Douglas gripped his arm with force slamming him to the ground as he pinned him down on top.

"I practice beforehand," He beamed, as he kept forcing his face on to the pavement.

Kyle lifted his knees against the side of his waist, twisting him to the side, now being on top, he gripped both Douglas arms on the side of his head, head smaking the boy in the face.

"So did I."

He stood up, yanking the already dizzy boy up, punching three times in the face, another two time in the chin, as he kicked in the stomach.

He heard his friends began to cheer on him, but he kept his focus on Douglas. Aiming straight in the knees as the other kneeled down, Kicking him in the gut before finally ending it with a kick in his face. Douglas fell down as he let out a small whimper, he approached the boy, spitting on him in the face as he had did in their previous fight. With a hard stomped pressed against his face, breaking some of his teeth and his nose cracked.

His friends winced, as if they could actually feel the pain emitted.

Kyle pressured on harder, making the boy squeal underneath, as his body squirmed fanatically as saliva crept out from his mouth.

"Are you gonna leave Cartman alone or not?," he spat coldly, unfazed by the image.

Douglas hesitated, continuously trying to get loose, but failing miserably, as he tirelessly looked at the furry eyes full of hatred from Kyle. He gulped, taking in all his pride before reluctantly giving up. He nodded.

"Say it," Kyle ordered, not feeling a ounce of contentment with cero words of confirmation.

"Y-yes, y-yws! I'll lea-ve him alone! So, Pleas-e let me go!," he cried out, sweating uncontrollably, as he began to tremble.

Kyle smirked, before finally moving his feet away from the boy's face, laughing dryly.

His friends shivered by how coldly Kyle laughed as he witnessed the boy still in the ground breathing heavily not baring to move, taunting him for not being able to get up.

Kenny had already sat up, as he was watching the fight with interest forgetting his pain as he was distracted seeing his friend beat the shit out of him with ease, also trying to memorized the movements he used, 'where the hell did he learn how to fight like that?.'

Stan on the other side, was debating on cheering his friend on or being concerned for his mental state, cause ¡Jesus christ! did Kyle show no mercy.

Cartman watched silently, as his mouth was slightly opened, he felt relief outta his body but a tense feeling against his chest, guilt somewhat spreading on him as he had made Kyle do that. On one side, he felt praised and pride for the redhead on the other, it felt so unlike Kyle to be this cold.

He kept looking at him as the other turned his gaze on him, now holding eye contact. His eyes still looked dulled up and lifeless, but his pupils were dilated as he had enjoyed the ass kicking.

He frowned softly, now looking concerned, as his pupils shrank back normal. Now that, was his Kyle.

Kyle ran pass by his friends; who looked at him actually feeling offended by that. As Kyle kneeled down up to his level, "you okay, fatass?," he asked, before helping him stand up.

"Yeah.." he blurted out, "thanks Kyle," he looked down ashamed, as he felt his cheeks heated.

'Was Kyle always this intense? Maybe, but fuck, today went overboard.' He thought, before looking at Kyle's blue eyes.

They kept looking at each other for brief more seconds, as Kyle watched Cartman expectantly, he wasn't sure what he was waiting for. Cartman thanked him, yes, but why did that feel like it wasn't enough? Why is he expecting for something more? What else could he possibly want?

Kyle was still left unpleased by the simple 'thanks', he frowned; he had saved Cartman's life for over the millionth time already! Might aswell hold his hand or something! He kept looking at him, expecting for Cartman to somehow read him. But the other looked at him awkwardly now feeling the silent tension between them, before leaving next to Kenny.

Kyle frowned disappointed, as he turned now to face his two friends.

"Dude he really fuck you up there," Cartman teased, as he touched Kenny's stomach.

"Not as bad as Kyle's beating the shit outta Douglas, fuck! Where did you learn how to fight that way, Kyle?," Kenny spat exhaustively excited.

Kyle smile lightly, before approaching the three, "my mom. Yeah you heard that, fatass? If it weren't for my mom you probably would've end up fingered!," he stated smugly, knowing damn well of Cartman's opinion about his mother.

Cartman roll his eyes to this, which made him smirked as he received the reaction he wanted.

"No way your fat bitch of a mom teach you all that," he blurted out annoyed. Unknowingly from all, he had gained some bit of respect for the woman.

"Don't call my mom a bitch, Cartman!," he grunted out furious, pointed accusatory; making all three unintentionally flinched.

Kyle slowly put his finger down with a nonchalant expression, as his friends smiled nervously trying to laugh it off. All three mentally agreeing to themselves, from that day forward, never actually push Kyle to his madness knowing the outcome it'll get. Except for Cartman who had no reason to stop being a dick to him, after all, it was their casual banter that kept him at float. He just knew his limits, that's all.

Arriving home, he went to his room not after giving a affirmative nod to his mother; who was watching TV with his dad. Before continuing to walk upstairs 'what was that all that about?' he heard his father asked confused, before he closed the door of his room.

He layyed down, and before he knew it, it was three of the morning. He hasn't been able to get a glimpse of sleep. As he felt annoyed for a 'thanks' he really couldn't grasp why he felt that way. It's not like Cartman could give him anything else, neither did he expected something back besides knowing Cartman would no longer feel worried about that stupid bitch. He sighed, as he kept gripping his pillow, what else would he want? A hug? Is that what he wanted? That's the most gayest shit he's ever thought.

He denied shaking all those thoughts away, squinting his eyes shut as if we're gonna make things better. He grunted annoyed before getting outta bed and putting his jacket on.

Heading outside, straight to Cartman's. It was already too late, everyone was already knocked out dead by this point, except for himself. He rolled his eyes annoyed, as he halted in the door step.

He knew Cartman had a bad habit of leaving his house door open, it not like many dare to enter his home anyways. But still, he knew his house door was always unlocked, he even had complained to Cartman about how irresponsible and unsafe it was.

He remembered Cartman being annoyed by how persistent he was with the subject, before he blurted out that his mother never cared of leaving the door open since he was a baby, toddler and now adolescent, and he had no plans on caring now. After all, he claimed that the only visitors he'd get were men his mom will bring home, crackheads even pimps, and he can't pin point anything more dangerous than that, and yet, he's still here, unbothered. After that, Kyle didn't continue insisting.

He held on to the handle before turning it, yet, he couldn't barged in. It was closed.

Did Cartman actually listen to him after all? That, he couldn't tell. But he went to the tree next to his window, climbing it before leaping himself to the window frame, holding on to it for dear life, before he opened the window; atleast that was still unlocked.

He silently crept inside, closing behind the window with a loud 'clack', Cartman was a deep sleeper, so he felt no worry. Then he analyzed his room before smaking him in the head doing the complete opposite of what he did from the start.

'Ouch!?' He blurted out eyes now wide opened.

"Kyle!?," he whispered angrily confused, as he looked him up and down, "the fuck are you doing in my room!?."

"That's my line, fatass. You do it all the time," he said casually, as he sat next to him.

"Yeah, but YOUR room!," he hissed, as he curled up trying to cover himself further in his blankets, "I was sleeping you asshole."

"Yeah, well I haven't," he stated annoyed, "and it's your fault."

He did not just went through all that training, getting his ass kicked by his own mother and being spit at just for a simple 'thanks', he felt like he deserved more. He wanted more.

"My fault? How is it my fault!?," he shouted angrily, now sitting down, eye to eye.

"You just 'thanked' me for saving your ass."

"Yeah, so?," Cartman asked confused, "you want me to bake you a cake or somethin'?," with a sarcastically tone.

Which made Kyle grunt, as he glared at him. Cartman gesture with his hands in a surrendering manner, before he sighed.

"I should've expected it from you, you greedy jew," he casually stated, long gone his sleepiness, as he shake his head dramatically, "what'd you want?."

Kyle groaned annoyed, as he looked at him, trying his hardest for Cartman to just read him instead of making him admit want he wants. All his pride will go down the moment he blurts out this humiliating request.

"Hold my hand," his cheeks heated up, ordering him bluntly, still knitting his brows together.

He looked at his extended hand, wanting to ignore Cartman's reaction, but in seconds peeking up, cause he in fact, did want to see it.

Cartman was left speechless, his mouth slightly opened as his eyes wide. Baffled, but hesitated reluctantly on holding on to his hand.

Cartman's hand was warm, soft, it just felt right in his. It always felt that way, the few times he's been forcefully hold by Cartman, previous times, he always never admitted to himself how that feeling always left him. He liked it, even though he always found himself annoyed by the reason he'd be grab for; normally Cartman being a complete ass.

He sighed, as he caressed his fingers with his thumb, unintentionally flustered Cartman; who eyed him cautiously, reddened cheeks and glossy eyes.

He upon the courage and hugged him, he felt Cartman being taken at back, as he had stiffened, he can already feel his judgment with out the need of seeing his stupid face. He frowned before pinching his back.

Unlike Kyle thought, Cartman on the other side was frozen by the sudden gesture, his heart pounder loudly as he felt his body stiffened with a burning sensation in his chest. He then felt Kyle's pinch in the back as he flinched angrily by the small pain, fucking asshole!

But he then corresponded, wrapping his arms around him, burying his face in his chest. Never in a million years would he imagine being in a situation like this with Kyle, noneless for he to had started it. He did had one similar, but it was because of grief, and that poor fucker didn't even die! Either way, this wasn't unpleasant for him, he rarely admits it, but he loves affection, actually genuine one, like this he's feeling right now.

But it did piss him off, feeling like a complete chick.

They hold on to each other for longer than a minute, they couldn't admit how fucking good it felt. Being able to just embrace their warmth and care for one an other, not fearing for judgment, not caring how intimate it all felt. Just embracing it. It was a silent agreement between the two, and they both knew that'll it be kept for; as another heart warming memory they would rather die then to share to the world.

Kyle hold on to Cartman tightly, gently pinning him down on his bed, Cartman's eyes widen as his peaceful restful face rested against the redhead's chest, now startled by how abruptly the demeanor changed.

He wasn't too surprised cause Kyle could be impulsive feeling, but fuck, this was a little too overwhelming.

He felt Kyle's hands had slid from his back now on to his chest, as he seated on his lap, now his face no longer felt his beating heart rhythm. Seeing his fiercely eyes glued on his. Yeah, definitely too much. He gulped uncertain what to say, as this felt..

'Thump!'

They both turned to look at his door, startled by the noise.

Cartman immediately backing away as he pushed Kyle off, knowingly what was going on downstairs.

"What was that?," Kyle asked, still eying the door.

Cartman tried shrugging it off, before pushing Kyle to the window, not wanting or feeling the need to explain to him about his personal living environment, before rolling his eyes.

"None of your business you dumb ginger," He cursed between teeth, now looking down the window, realizing Kyle can't actually just jump from there. He sighed.

He hold on to the window frame, annoyed.

"Dammit, kahal! You didn't even bother grabbing a latter?."

"I wasn't planning on entering your window, I was planning on entering your door but it was locked shut," Kyle crossed his arms defensive, "I jumped from your tree," he quickly added, now looking at the floor awkwardly.

Now hearing thumping downstairs, moaning and heavy panting.

Kyle bit his lip trying his best not to snarkily comment about it, but he couldn't help but snort.

Cartman frowned angrily, "Aye! Shut the fuck up! You were the one who entered my home with out permission, you sneaky jew!," he blurted out loud, red puffed up cheeks from embarrassment.

Making the redhead laugh out loud, not caring to be heard from anyone in that house, though, with all that noise coming from down stairs he doubted they'll hear him. The thought made him laugh even louder.

Cartman's phone began to rang, causing him to turn and head for it uncertain who the fuck would call him at these hours, he picked it up. Then looking at Kyle with a confused expression; who just shrugged, as it was unknown number.

"Hello?," he tentatively spoke, putting it on speaker, tilting his head a bit.

"Hey, Eric," the voice made Cartman shuddered.

Kyle frowned, snatching his phone from his hands, still not saying a word he leaned it to Cartman, gesturing to speak.

"The fuck you want?," he blurted out, still with the nauseating feeling in his stomach.

"I admit, I underestimated your dumb friend, but, as much as he could take me to hospital, I don't give up easily. I really like you, Eric.

I've watched from afar, admiring your stupid shit, seeing you fail and be a dick to everyone. When you first approached me I felt like I was in heaven, and when you drifted away just as abruptly you had came up to me, it made me feel disappointed.

Disappointed that you rather put all your attention in pieces of shit like your so called 'friends' who ignore you, call you names and even try to avoid you from time to time.

I on the other side never did that, just admiring you, being memorized by your beauty and 'awesomeness'. Yet I was toss to the sewers the moment you felt like giving your all to be around them again.

Why would you rather spend time with some douche self righteous bitches?

One who'd rather hide his boat streaming business because he didn't want to bother dealing with you, because he finds you and your antics annoying. He's far 'tired' from your shit, but doesn't bother leaving your side because he can't bother on changing old familiar habits. Yet he wouldn't hesitate on jumping the 'hate on Cartman' train the moment he gets the chance to.

Another who thinks his all over better than you, that he's always right and you're just a selfish lying bastard who deserves nothing but an agonizing death. Egocentric, self righteous annoying whiney bitch; he acts like he knows everything, yet he pins the blame on everthing wrong that happens in this shitty town on you, just like with the shank hunt situation, do you remember that, Eric? Do you fucking remember how your so called friends betrayed you that time? I bet he didn't even bother to apologize, justifying to himself that you don't deserve that shit either way, and that you'll 'get over' it.

And the other, who's only best friends with you out of 'pity' he can't even admit he's your best friend because he likes you, he has to make an stupid excuse to do so. Because he can't be close to Eric fucking Cartman because it's wrong, unless it's convenient. Then everyone is your damn friend, licking your fucking ass because they need you for somethin'

They don't give a fuck, Eric," he kept blabbering nonsense, as Kyle looked back at Cartman; who stood there listening attentively. He hoped he wasn't actually considering believing this shit.

He frowned uncertain, as there a few true facts in there, but most were wrong. Like he knew he was wrong about the skank hunt situation, he did eventually apologized to Cartman as it was the right thing to do, and, well he felt bad, guilty.

Which was rightly needed to be, as Cartman was actually being sincere with them yet they broke the little trust he had towards them, and his stuff. And knowing his dad was revealed later to be the actual skank hunt, the guilt pinned him down like a hawk grabbing its pray.

Besides, all that, the streaming wars made sense, Stan wanted to avoid telling Cartman, not much because of Cartman presence there but because he didn't want him to ruin his business. Which we all had reasons to believe he'd ruined it somehow!

Technically he still eventually partake in the whole ordeal, even though they were left disappointed that their money ended up in fake boobs. But ironically actually leading to be their solution for the water problem, so in a way, if it weren't for Cartman's fake boobs, Mr. Marsh wouldn't have thought about the titty water and we'd be ending up drinking, showering and using pee for a living.

And about Kenny's relationship with Cartman, there been various allegations about the two, but he could swear their friendship it's stronger than his and Stan's. Even if they bicker, and fight with one following what's right and the other what's wrong. Both still stay together, sharing the same sense of humor switching places from being complete dicks like stealing Butters money, or using a drone to spy on Craig's mom bush, or pulling sick pranks like a 'fake period' on the teacher to just laughing off to old fashioned dick jokes, being complete dumbasses trying and discovering new things, then heading to myself and Stan to tell us what ever shit they discovered or needed to get out from.

He swear those two were close, he swore he's seen Cartman care for Kenny as much as Kenny has for him. It's an odd relationship but their bond isn't something someone can shrug off easily for the eye.

They've never needed to admit being 'best friends' you could just see it from a far, when they hang out alone, when they find themselves together in the hallways; some place in town or at Cartman's house whispering, scheming, gossiping, complimenting, shitting on people they dislike or in general, teasing and judging their own selves, planning their next outing. When they team up supporting a same cause, when they shared each other secrets and share the same taste in music or opinion about something, sometimes even sharing the same mannerisms mimicking each other. Relying on each other for support, comfort. Stealing each other food or stuff outta pettiness, outta habit or cause they find it funny.

So no, he didn't believe Cartman needed to be told by Kenny to know that. He knows, he should know by now who's Kenny's best friend.

They were all a team, who had their breakups, but always found their way back to each other. No matter what, so he hoped Cartman would share the same sentiment about the group.

He looked at him again, as he kept listening to Douglas blabbering. He was already getting tired of this Douglas bitch, he doesn't give up.

"Eric, I promise you nothing more then love and happiness-" that was the most sappy ass, " you're everthing to me, I would never-" ridiculous, cringe worthy shit he's ever heard, "and Kyle could fuck himself! Cause he will never get in between my love for you-" that does it!

"Hey, Eric, who are you talking on the phone with?," he acted out as he wasn't hearing the whole thing, Cartman looked at him weird, "babe, you really shouldn't be on your phone right now, I want you sleeping in my arms right now," he winced by the words blurted out, but what's done is done.

Both kept silent, Cartman eyed him with the most horrific face, he could hear shuffling on the other line. This reminded him of the time Cartman fake being his 'boyfriend' when he wanted to date Nichole and the fat fuck wanted to pair her desperately with Token because they were of the same race, which was fucking ridiculous. But somehow it worked for the two. Either way, this will still benefit Cartman more than himself, goddammit.

He heard the phone 'beep' declaring Douglas had hanged up, good. Piece of shit was driving him crazy, calling them 'bad' friends when they had Cartman in the group.

He could list all the shit he's done and still be nothing compared to them. He bet he couldn't even handle Cartman for a day before he'd go crazy! Little pussy bastard. Knows dog shit about Cartman, probably just wants his fat ass before tossing him to the side once he realized how much leverage it actually is to handle the fat fuck. He really took for granted how much it takes to be able to actually keep up with Cartman and still be decently sane.

Cartman is not a easy task, he's surprise Butters has able to get a better hold on him compared to the four, that says much. After all, Butters has taken most of Cartman's shit, not only that, actually befriending Cartman; Cartman genuinely sees him as a friend unlike others, even though he doesn't admit it, it's more than obvious who he trust the most. Either Kenny or Butters, he definitely has a thing for blondes for his personal emotional/psychotic bargains.

He turned to look at Cartman; who watched him with mouth wide open and widen eyes, definitely baffled by the shit he's done.

Well, atleast it didn't seemed Douglas words about them got to him, or, he just doesn't take anyone's else's opinion in consideration when he sure of what he believes in.

Either way, he doesn't care. As long as he doesn't fall for it.

"Did you just call me 'babe,' the fuck jew?," he asked, still in disbelief.

"Look, fatass, he's definitely stubborn for you. And considering he's from Jersey who has a 'crush' on you. Who knows what he's capable of?," he sighed, massaging his forehead, "just give me a few days to think of a good solution to get rid of him."

"Why do you care so much?," he said bluntly, causing him to look at him in 'awe', not understanding what he meant, "I mean.. you don't really have too," he dragged along his words, as he kept his eyes on the floor.

"Because if I don't solve this now, you're still gonna be shitting about this to me later," he justified the obvious.

°°°°

"For what I've searched, it appears it's called a 'jersey fever', it's a burning sensation that makes people from Jersey feel this burning passion for their crush that not even death itself compares to it's pain.

Which will make sense why he doesn't give up easily, the ass kicking was probably not even near as painful than whatever he feels for you, fatboy," Kyle explained his research, as he put some books in his lockers before closing it.

It was third period, he and Cartman were in the hallway speaking of the issue in hand.

"So what, am I just gonna have to deal with it for the rest of my life!?," he groaned frustrated, "is there anyway I can fix it, maybe make him fall for some other dude?."

Kyle denied with his head, "I'm afraid not, it's not that simple Cartman. The jersey in him will prevent any other senses that could possibly lead him to fall for someone else for the meantime, and for what it seems; as he has kissed you plenty of times, it won't wear off with a kiss."

"Oh? So you're suggesting for me to give him my ass!? Gross, you dumb ginger!," he exclaimed disgusted.

Kyle rolled his eyes, as he misinterpreted what he meant, "no, fatass. I mean that there's still one option left," he stated, a little nervous for the suggestion he will be about to make.

"What is it?."

"I need you to kiss me."

Cartman's eyes widen in horror, "the fuck, kahal!?," he screamed fanatically as he began slapping him in his chest.

Kyle lifted his arms up, blocking the hits as he raised his hands in surrender, "Dude, trust me I don't want to do this either! But that's what I've read and there's no other solution besides having to fuck him," that startled him, as he immediately stopped, "So are you gonna hear me out or not!?."

Cartman slowly dropped his arms to his side, now listening, paying attention to what he has to say.

"Look, apparently, for people from Jersey when they cannot be corresponded from the other person they'd be able to fuck and move on or- they must attempt to fight their partner."

Cartman groaned annoyed, "Dude, what is it with Jersey and fighting!?," he then reluctantly asked, "but what's the point of the kiss then?"

"The kiss is to show possessiveness, ownership and shit like that," he tried sparring some details, as he already felt embarrassed as it is.

Was he really gonna do all this, just for Cartman?

"Aye! No one owns me!," he blurted out loud.

"That's how it works, fatass. I'm literally just putting myself out there for you, might aswell do what I say if you really want that piece of shit to leave you alone."

He contemplated for a bit, before he nodded in defeat, as he breathe heavily, "alright, but it better work, jew!."

He nodded affirmative, as he knew it would.

Kyle dragged him outside the back of the school, not willing to be seen by any students, friends or classmates; he had already digged a deep hole for himself by this point. Might aswell prevent further humiliation by not being seen, it didn't matter if Douglas didn't see it, by what he read he'll feel it the moment he tries stealing another kiss from Cartman.

He'll taste it in his lips even if it takes him days before stealing one, even if Cartman showered, ate, wash his face or brush his teeth; he'll taste his saliva and scent all over Cartman. Making him burst in to flames wanting to then try, once more and lastly, fight him.

Finally getting to the end of this once and for all.

Cartman's heart pounded as he was being dragged outside by his redhead friend, about to make out. He felt himself sweat, as Kyle close the door behind, now outside and seemingly the goths kids are long gone from there, he gulped.

'It's time,' Cartman already felt dizzy and nauseous. As Kyle didn't hesitate a second before trying to grasp him in to a kiss, he walked backwards startled as it what sudden.

For any pair of eyes it could seemed Kyle was desperate, when he only just wanted to get it all over with. Or atleast, that's what Kyle believed it was.

In fact, Kyle was feeling a immense flame in his chest. Since the start it just felt like the flame got bigger and bigger, as when he heard Cartman confess to him that he was stolen a kiss, when he fought Douglas, when he felt like Cartman didn't feel protected by him, when he trained to get better, when he actually SAW Douglas kiss Cartman various times, when he craved for a reward instead of a 'thanks', he's been really feeling all that. And it annoyed him to hell, and he desperately wanted it to stop, and he knows damn well it won't into Douglas leaves the fatass alone.

Kyle reached on to Cartman once more, trying to get a kiss from him, but Cartman kept pushing away now making him feel rejected.

"What is it now?," he grunted out, a little to harsh then he intended to be.

"Dude, how is a kiss gonna work if Douglas is nowhere to be seen?," he asked, still keeping a brief distance from him.

"Just trust me," he reassured, trying to calm his own breathing. As this was getting outta hand, he felt his hands twitching and body sweat, the burning sensation increasing.

Cartman reluctantly leaned forward, squinting his eyes shut, giving the affirmation he needed before he smacked their lips together eagerly.

He cursed himself inside, as he unintentionally slammed cartman against the wall, it felt good, it feel grossly good. He felt like he wanted to cry as a immense feeling of relief left his body.

Was this what actual peace felt like?

His hands cupped his chubby cheeks as he indulge himself deeper in to that kiss. It felt right, it felt down bad right.

It was insane how the jersey nature in him could actually tell, Douglas had stained him. He could feel his taste; probably dry lips and tuna flavored saliva. Gross. And could swore smelling a mixture of his aroma on to Cartman's; 'ocean breeze' presumably from his deodorant, as his scent was just sweaty after gym. Disgusting. Needless to say he had to dig in deep to get to actually stain his own territory, hopefully getting rid of it with his as he couldn't bare it, a feeling of jealousy surge inside him. As he tried to wash Douglas presence focusing desperately on Cartman's, it was so hard to pass through it, cause it felt strong as fuck, but he manage.

Passing all those unpleasant layers, was Cartman's.

Cartman on the other side, had a strawberry scent all over him; probably from the cheap shampoo brand the stores sales in for specials. Cartman was a whore for 'steal and deals' after all, besides having to lowered his budget as his mother had gotten stricter with his spending habits because for their living expenses the money was barely enough to last for the week.

Weekends is when Cartman would tend to go to any of their houses, inviting himself in an making up an excuse of 'hanging out' even though most of the time he'd be going through their fridge for minutes before coming out from the kitchen 'totally not suspiciously' 'totally not obvious that there was food and snacks inside his puffy jacket' eventually it just become common and further on not questioned by it, just acting like they didn't know Cartman stole their food behind their backs; just cause he was hungry but was too embarrassed to admit he couldn't afford food during the weekends.

He could swear that even Kenny can now afford more living expenses than Cartman, it's kinda sad, but if Cartman actually were to work like Kenny does, maybe he could afford a decent living again.

Besides his scent, the taste of his lips were immaculate; they were soft, and the flavored didn't taste all that bad, he could taste the salsa tacos he had ate for lunch that day plus a mixture of coke soda and some gummy bears. His breath was warm and soothing, he could feel himself lay his lips against his for hours and still not get tired of it.

He felt Cartman's arms wrapped around his neck, as he now felt Cartman correspond, making it all feel way much better.

Atleast the feeling was mutual.

He placed his hands on to his waist, before breaking it off, Cartman looked at him with those big brown-blue eyes of his, mouth still slightly opened as he blurted out a 'wow'

Fucking wow it was.

They stood their contemplating each other for a couple of seconds that felt like hours, before he reluctantly let go, he looked at his right, and sure enough Douglas was already standing there, sending daggers at him.

So it seems they didn't need to kiss, for the blonde to feel threatened, but still enough he still had to put some 'ownership' on Cartman to prevent jersey fuckers like him to approach him and attempt to do something to him. Though, in this town he didn't need to worry much of encountering someone from Jersey noneless someone who'd find Cartman attractive besides Douglas.

But the possibility was still there, and he'd rather just prevent it now.

"Sup, blondie," he grinned welcoming, with a teasing tone. Still holding on to Cartman as if he were some trophy he triumphantly bragged with pride and smugness.

The coldly feeling resurfacing again in his stomach, he eyed him cautiously as the other slowly walked to his side approaching him gently.

Douglas face seemed expressionless, but his eyes showed envy, pettiness, hatred.

Kyle grinned to that, tasting the other's lost, flavoring every damn second. He let go of Cartman, not before giving him one more triumphant kiss; in hopes to provoke the other up some more.

Now stretching his arms behind his neck, seemingly unfazed by their blonde 'companion', feeling a exciting dread to begin the fight, as he positioned himself in a fighting stance.

Maybe it was the jersey in him peaking up, but he felt more confident than he's ever felt before,

'Third is the charm.'

And in those brief seconds was tackled by him, now being towered down, but immediately overpowering him as he swing him to his side before standing up.

Kyle picked up his pace, as he stood waiting for the other to stand up, following this little game of his, having a laugh, like a predator playing with it's pray; seeing it pathetically wince and grip for dear life, miserable falling back in the predator's hold, before falling once more in his grotesque 'playfull' trap being played once more, flavoring it's pain and whimpers, until finally getting tired of his entertainment before ceasing to his hunger devouring it to it's pitying dismay.

Cartman cheered him on from afar, which just made Kyle flavored this even more, making it all too sweet. Encouraged to continue with this awful behavior, he couldn't wait any longer and began punching Douglas face before the other could stand back up properly.

Punch after punch, he was then met with a fist in his face as Douglas began fighting back just as intense.

Both stumbling in the ground once more, now Douglas taking the lead as he keep punching his face with fierce desperation, anger creeping more and more in his insides. Kyle could see a small slyly smile spread in his face as he kept punching him hard.

Hearing Cartman gasped as he began booing for the other boy 'boooo Douglas boooo!'

He chuckled tirelessly as the pain began to flourish, making the blonde even angrier, making his punches even more aggressive and hard.

This was the plan, so he kept himself from shoving him off, clenching his fist tight, letting the boy take all that frustrating anger outta him before actually making a move.

The thing is, he now felt pity. Or was it because he can now feel himself somewhat relating to Douglas? Both having this jersey in them, having to repress it to a daily, when it becomes worse by day, when it's unbearable to handle making them feel crazy, overwhelming angry. An uncontrollable madness that becomes exhausting.

After kissing Cartman, he felt his body at ease, as if all along he craved that one simple gesture for he to finally get a breath break.

Which is madness on it's own.

Point is, he realized that some of his repressed anger could somewhat be from his jersey nature all along, an he wasn't even aware of it until now.

He coughed out some blood, dangerous alerting him it was now enough. Now kicking him straight in the stomach making him fly right off him, before he stood up tirelessly, looking at Cartman who watched worrisome.

People will think this was an odd sight, but in all honesty he knew Cartman's bullshit facade, he knew that bastard cared, to an extent, but it matter little now, he focused on Douglas who was already headed his way. His vision blurred and he felt himself weakened, but that didn't stopped him from swinging a punch straight to his face knocking him down, out cold.

'Fuck you, Kyle,' he blurted out before falling unconscious, somehow giving him a dejávu feeling.

°°°°

Later that day, they were sent to the principal's office, the janitor had caught them during the end of their fight, alerting the PC principal.

He sighed as he now waited for his mother, as PC principal called both their parents. Cartman had ran off, dogging a possible detention for himself, like the pussy he was. He rolled his eyes to that.

'What an asshole.'

Douglas sat there silently as he gripped his left arm, looking at some painting with no mean.

And for he, keeping his arms crossed looking at the other side were the window was; looking outside as it look like a presumably good day.

"Bubbie!," he heard his mother scream concerned as she entered the office, following behind was his dad and two other adults presumably Douglas parents, "did he hurt you?," Kyle could possibly roll his eyes to that, as it was obvious from his now bruised and wrapped bandage face, that he was in damn pain, "What class of jersey folks won't keep their oath!," she frustrated exclaimed, as she cupped his cheeks eyeing his face.

"Oh heeeeell no—," the other woman exclaimed offended by the comment, moving her index finger dismissively, "you did NOT, just suggest us being some scummy cross backing traitors."

With that PC principal stopped in track, not understanding what was happening, "Uh.. what's going on?," he asked, but his words just flew in the air, as both ladies ignored it. And both men shaked their heads in a warning, causing PC principal to flinch.

'Oh god' he heard Douglas murmured, as he gripped his nose annoyed.

In matters of minutes the women began fighting, yanking their hair out, scratching and hissing wihle both husband's holding on to them respectively, as they prevented them from furthering causing damage while they cursed each other out.

PC principal just watch in bewilderment of the whole thing, not actually wanting to get involved, even though they were in HIS ground. But he was a father of five,'the PC toddlers', and needed to keep himself alive atleast until they went off to college, so he swallowed through it.

Kyle looked at Douglas who was looking at his feet, maybe he wasn't so douchee with out the jersey taking control? He does recall him being a good student and over all a chill nameless dude who was never put in the spotlight and found comfort being in the background. Ofcourse that seemed to change after being targeted from Cartman to be a possible minion candidate for a working scheme, hopping to the spotlight out of nowhere.

He seemed lost in thought before looking his way, "thanks.." Kyle looked at him confused but listened, "I know what you did there, back there.. you could've just easily beat my ass but you let me take all my anger on you," Oh, that's what he meant. He nodded understanding, "I honestly feel much better now, maybe now I can move on from that fat turd," he chuckled tirelessly, before looking at the women that were now on to each other, Kyle's mom beating the shit outta his mom.

PC principal was nervously trying to break the fight down as Strong woman was also trying to calm down the commotion. When did she arrive? That they did not know.

But both boys felt at peace now leaving behind the Cartman issue.

Kyle smile relieved that it was all over, but it immediately faded away as he remembered he had kissed Cartman.

As the day drifted off, the evening turning to it's end and the redhead walked through the cemented cross walk, unpunished as his mother reward him for standing up and keeping his ground like a 'proud jersey civilian', still he cringed to that, cause he was ashamed of that nature of him, far from proud. His hands in his pockets feeling relaxed as he felt the breeze hit his face, eyes slightly shut. He kept on walking ignoring the people who looked at him confusingly as he totally looked wrecked from the face, but he didn't care, he actually felt like a badass with possibly scarring wounds.

He sighed as he darted his eyes on to a green familiar house, he now jogged his way there, finding Cartman sitting on his door steps with his chin resting on his hands, looking up as he noticed his arrival.

"About time," he complained. Kyle arched a brow, now figuring out Cartman was actually expecting him to come, "how'd it go?.. with Douglas?," he added.

Kyle rolled his eyes, "you'd know if you hadn't run like a pussy."

Cartman frowned, "Aye! I ain't no pussy, you wimpy motherfucker'!," he pouted out angry, now standing up.

"He isn't gonna bother you anymore. Now for sure he won't," he spoke casually, crossing his arms.

Cartman's frown soften, "Okay, cool.." he looked away awkwardly as if he wanted to add something else.

Kyle already knew, just by seeing his demeanor he knew what's been really up his mind. He scratched the back of his neck, unknowing what to say, as words formed inside his throat but were stuck inside his mouth.

They stood there watching silently, as they struggled to form any words.

"Okay, then and I'll see you later at school, tomorrow..?," he waved goodbye, immediately rushing away from there.

"O-oh, yeah.. sure, bye!," he heard Cartman awkwardly blurt out, before entering his house and slamming the door shut.

By that point Kyle was already in his own doorsteps entering his home, now finalizing the day.

°°°°

"Damn dude, you look like in a good mood today," Stan commented.

"Really? I don't feel any different," Kyle dragged his hands on to his stomach, confused.

"Yeah, I don't know what it is, but you look great," he shares a thumbs up at his best friend.

Kyle then looked at Kenny who nodded in agreement, he rubbed the side of his neck still contemplating what it all meant but eventually shrugging it off. His parents and Ike also said the same thing at breakfast.

A couple of minutes of the odd commentary, they were then interrupted by Cartman who greeted them tirelessly as he yawn heavily.

"Hey, dickwads."

"Mmfph mmfph mmfph," Kenny muffled under his scarf taking out his phone he had recently bought, and brought it up to Cartman.

"Ah? Let me see," Cartman commented now focusing on whatever was on the screen.

"What is it?," Stan asked curious, now wanting to get closer to eye what's going on.

Kyle also leaned in interest, unintentionally against Cartman's back, as his head crept on top of his shoulders, he felt Cartman shuddered as he elbowed him in the stomach. Now wincing silently as he gritted his teeth wanting to punch that fat fuck in the face.

"Wow," Stan commented with widen eyes, "you fought Douglas yesterday and you didn't bother on telling me?," Stan now looking at him expectantly, just now realizing.

Kyle arched a brow, as it was damn obvious by his now bruised healing face he had gotten in a fight the day prior.

"Mmfph mmfph mmfph mmfph," Kenny explained.

'Apparently some third grader was at the roof top and saw you two fighting and decided to record the whole thing.'

"Damn, he was beating your ass up," Stan commented now eyeing the video up closer.

Kyle rolled his eyes, he was grateful he didn't saw what happened BEFORE the fight.

"What did that asshole want now?," Stan asked, now turning his way.

"Mmfph mmfph mmfph mmfph mmfph," Kenny commented as he tucked away his phone.

'Probably wanting revenge or something, by the looks of it, fatboy was there. So maybe he wanted his ass?'

"¡Aye, shut up kinny!."

Stan and Kenny began howling in laughter, not taking it as seriously as he had done, Kyle smiled finding it funny noneless.

Next

[krakenshaped]

Fuck it I have the brainrot so here's a snippet of the hero fic I'm working on which is more or less just a collection of all my headcanons.

Voila. Have fun. (Also I'm not the best writer so don't eat me lmao)

Edo. Not really someone he'd been expecting. Well, sure, Edo had a bad habit of just showing up without making his presence known so he could linger around and people watch, but usually it was only when something caught his attention. If Judai had learned anything about Edo last year it was that he was attentive yet very fickle about what his keen senses should be focused on. There was no duel, and the world wasn't ending, yet there he stood.

Judai catches the ball he was dribbling and waves a hand.

“Hey! Edo! What'cha doing?” He calls out, and Edo merely lifts the sunglasses he was wearing to rest on his forehead.

“Oh, don't mind me. I was just in the area. Pretend I'm not here.”

Both of the boys stare at him dubiously. Sho seems creeped out, but Judai can guess the real reason Edo is loitering. It's the reason Edo always loiters. 

“Wanna play?”

“Huh?” Edo perks up slightly, and raises his eyebrow at Judai. But there's no way he can be caught off guard. After all. That's why he's here really. The thing about Edo Phoenix is that he likes to act mysterious and cryptic but once you get him, he's pretty easy to read. He's been floating around Duel Academy for a bit despite claiming to have important pro-duelist things to do or whatever. It's clear he has unfinished business, but just won't do anything about it.

“Here! Catch!” 

So, Judai does the most reasonable thing and chucks the ball at him. It goes right over Sho's head, causing him to duck for cover with a scream, and Edo (while caught off guard) catches it easily with both hands. His fingers seem to grip around the basketball firmly yet reluctantly. Judai can see it in him, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. It's the itch of the game. The game… of sport.

And yet he does nothing. He wonders what Edo is thinking. His actions show his eagerness to play but his face says something different. And facial expressions were never something Judai was good at figuring out.

He slowly walks over to the court, ball tucked neatly in his hands, before he's joined Judai and Sho. For the first time, they stood before each other as friends without the world ending. And Edo looks like he doesn't quite know what to do with that information.

“What… You want me to play?” He asks.

“Uhh, yeah?” Judai tilts his head. “I wouldn't have tossed you the ball otherwise. Since Sho is being a bore-”

“Hey!”

“Why don't you join me instead?”

“Well…” Edo scrunches up his nose. “What makes you think I'd do something like that, huh?”

“I mean, you looked like you wanted to.” Judai says. 

And to this, the pro-duelist only scowls, his face going a weird pinkish colour in confusion. It looks funny. His skin is so pale that when he gets embarrassed, his whole face almost changes colour.

“I…” He starts, puffing out his chest. (Judai would find out later on this was something he did to make himself look bigger.) “You... You do know this isn't a basketball court."

“Yup.”

“This is a dueling court.”

“Uh huh.”

“Plus, I'm a professional athlete.”

“So?”

“I would trump you at this. Easy.”

“How are you so confident?” Judai asks pretty nonchalantly, as he scoops the ball out of Edo's hands. “After all, If I'm remembering correctly, I thought it was snow sports you were good at professionally? Not to brag or nothing but…”

He spins the ball on one finger, meeting Edo's ego with his own haughty overconfidence. “I'm pretty darn good too y'kno- damn it!”

The ball topples off his finger, and bounces to the floor. Sho flinches, but Edo only laughs, as he unbuttons his obnoxious blazer, and tosses it next to where Sho was sitting. It was the first and most common laugh from Edo. The smug laugh of condescension.

“Fine! If you're really that full of yourself, then you're on! But don't cry if you get destroyed, Dropout boy!”

And so they played. At first Edo took it way too seriously. He was good, for sure. He was in good form, but not good enough to be professional. Not as good as he was hyping himself up to be. It took a while for him to stop caring about being better than Judai and to just have fun - after all, as much as Judai loved a competition and was competitive by nature, something about it was… exhausting this time. It wasn't like how he and Misawa used to butt heads, despite it more or less being the same situation. 

It was tiring. Tiring until Edo threw in the towel and let himself go.

He was face to face with him. He dribbled the ball with one hand, before passing it around from one hand to the other. Left, bounce, right, bounce, left, bounce, as Judai went in for it assuming it would go bounce right, he dribbled it under his legs and caught it behind him. The two spent a moment playing this silly cat and mouse game before Judai couldn't stop himself laughing. It was ridiculous. But it was more fun this way. Nobody had even shot at the shoddy, plastic hoop yet.

“What way am I gonna go, Judai???” Ed taunted, as he messed around. “This way? That way? What’cha gonna do???”

Judai furrowed a brow. He watched with intensity before quickly going in for the swipe, snatching the ball mid-bounce and darting straight for the hoop, leaving his rival in the dust.

“HEY!!!”

The thing is, as much as Edo has a lot of power and precision, there's one thing Judai had over anyone he played against. He was fast. He'd always been a strong runner, and agile at that. So the second he got his hands on the ball, he bolted.

Edo ran after him, but not even a pro could catch up with Judai and his homerun sprint. There was a thrill running through his blood. It was the adrenaline of the chase - the sprint to victory. The hoop was his home base. He just had to take the shot.

So he did. He aims. The sweat trickles down his forehead. In his mind he can hear the crowd go wild. Yuuki approaches the hoop. He's going in for the kill-! He shoots!!!

And he misses. The ball bounces off the backboard. And falls right into Edo's hands. 

“Hey, let me try again!” Judai yells towards him as he jogs over, but the pro won't budge. He holds the ball firmly in his hands and turns his nose up at Judai.

“Nu-uh. That shot was so awful I don't think you should even be allowed this.”

“What?! You can't be serious! C'mon man, that's my ball!”

“Mine now! Maybe you should get good before hitting the court again.”

“That's not funnyyy! Give it back!!!”

And so Judai grabs the ball. Edo's grip is still firm. The two end up pulling at the ball, back and forth, back and forth like a game of tug of war. Even though Edo is stronger than him and should have gotten the ball back by now, Judai is a million times more stubborn and just will not let go. He ends up hooking his arm around the ball from the top as Edo yanks it from where he's gripped the sides. Edo yells something at him but Judai can't hear him over his own war cry.

It's only when Edo sweeps his legs does Judai let go. He goes toppling to the floor, but not without grabbing Edo by his shirt. The two go down together, and the ball goes flying away, leaving the two boys tangled up.

“No!!! Judai, you idiot-!!! The ball–!!” 

The younger duelist reaches for the basketball as it bounces away, his hand slapping Judai's face below him as he uses his skull as a support to pull himself up. However Judai wasn't gonna let him go that easy! That's his basketball! He brought it all the way from home and everything!

So with one hand still grabbing Edo by the shirt, he grabs a hold of his shoulder with a harsh grip, attempting to push him back down as he gets up, using the force to try and spring for the ball himself. 

They topple down, and we're back at square one. A messy heap on the floor.

“Ow!!! Hey!!! Watch it!!!” 

“You watch it! You hit me first!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!!!”

“Did not!!!”

Once the two end up sitting upright, Judai flat on his butt and Edo on his knees, Judai takes the opportunity to grab him by the hands, pushing Ed back so Judai could join him kneeling upright. From there the two push each other back and forth, hands locked together as their fight dissolves into a new, even stupider game.

“You totally did!”

“Don't be such a child, Judai!!!”

Despite saying this, Edo's grin betrays his words. He's clearly having fun. As is Judai. He lets himself smile too, as he attempts to twist Edo's arms.

“Maybe you shouldn't be such an adult!”

“Ugh! Stop messing around-! For real, how old are you?!”

“How old are you! Too young for grey hair!!!

“Oh, that's it!!! You're toast, Yuuki!!! Nobody disses the hair!!!”

“Ooooh~ scary scary~! I'm so- WAURGHGH!!!”

Edo had somehow managed to wriggle out of his grip and charges at Judai, sending both of them flying into the dirt once more. He hooks an arm around Judai's head, capturing him in a headlock. All Judai can do is flail his arms around, attempting to squirm his way out of his junior's death grip.

“Got you, idiot!” The younger of the two sneers, and Judai only continues his noisy onslaught. “That's what you get for making fun of the hair!!! Say uncle!!! Say it!”

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN???” Judai cries out.

“IT MEANS SURRENDER!!!”

“NEVERRRRRR!!!!”

After crying out his rebellion, he bites Edo's arm like a goddamn animal. Thinking back now, it was actually a pretty embarrassing thing to do. He's sure that there were a million other ways to make Edo let him go, but oh well. He was a weird teenager. He didn't hurt Edo anyway, he doesn't think. It just grossed him out more than anything. He shrieks out an “EEEW!” and lets Judai go, who laughs victoriously before dashing for the ball. 

The two of them are sprinting towards the ball as fast as they can. They both dive in for it, but only end up colliding with each other as they fight pettily while both reaching for the ball at the same time. It was here that Judai found out Edo's secret.

Edo Phoenix is ticklish.

Once the guy manages to get his greedy hands on the ball, he holds it above his head victoriously. So what did Judai do? He obviously leaped to get it back. Even with Judai's height advantage, his furious attempts at snatching the ball were in vain, as Edo toppled backwards to keep it out of Judai's reach. So as a last resort, he prodded the boy in the side, only for the ball to go flying out his hands as Edo's body curled into itself like some kind of slinky. 

“Hey! Don't-!”

His protests fell on deaf ears. Judai's focus was now honed in on Edo's new week spot, the ball forgotten as he went in for the attack. Edo's second laugh was unlocked, and it was the uncontrollable laughter. It was loud and spontaneous and worst of all contagious. His face scrunched up in an ugly way and turned the most bright of reds. It was almost too funny. Especially when he kicked his legs like he was now. It made him look like the world's most sunburnt puppy.

And so Judai couldn't keep it up. As Edo laughed himself breathless, Judai burst out laughing at how stupid he looked. The pair of them ended up a crumpled mess on the floor.

It wasn't much at the time, but looking back, Judai would say it was the first time he had gotten to see inside Edo's world, if even for a moment. Without all the grief and anger and turmoil. It was the first time they had a playfight and the first time Judai heard him laugh so wholeheartedly. It's a shame Judai's innocent wonder at Edo in his purest form would be broken when his eyes drifted upwards towards where Sho was sitting only to find he wasn't there. The happiness he felt would be replaced by anguish as he sat up to realise that his friend had ditched him - tainting the whole memory in sadness.

It was a shame.

[starboardsquiggly]

Together, Never Ever Alone Again

A small lookout a few minute sail from the port was where Zip anxiously found himself. He needed a walk, the yelling, constant belittlement, the jokes at his own expense was too much but… he weighed, was this not how every work place was? It must be because he’d heard how the Starfleet got on with one another when they came face to face, cracking jokes, laughing at each other. So why did this feel different to the way his fleet treated him?

There was a telescope at the look out, you could see all of the harbor through the lens for a dime, he didn’t have a dime, he was far away staring in, it felt better then being in the midst of it all. He could see his tug where he had left it at the bottom of the mountain. It needed to be treated soon, the stack puffed harshly and the shine had left the bow. Zip huffed, dangling his legs over the cliff.

He heard the sound of a match ignite. “I thought I saw someone come this.”

Before he could fall down the cliff in fright the Starfleet’s star child grabbed hold of his hand and pulled. He fell back as Zip fell forward. “Ah, shit I’m so sorry!” Zip scrambled to his knees.

He laughed. “Not a problem mate. Say…” Ten Cents took a minute to dust himself off. “What are you doin up ‘ere anyway?”

“I uh.” He un-winced when he realized no physical assault would come from this Starman. “I come up here sometimes, when it gets too loud, or too…” he wanted to say hostile. “Too much.” He agreed on.

“Aye.” Ten Cents leaned back on his hands. “Funny, I do a similar thing. ‘Cept I usually go out past Lillie Lightship when she’s not paying attention, I like that isolation of nothing but salty water filling my nose. Captain Star would kill me if he found out, so I have Sunshine back me up when I’m gone.”

“Sunshine is that new tug right? The one from up stream?”

“Sure is! whistles when he talks, has me double checking for a new ship trying to dock. He’s come a long way only after a month, but I amount that to my excellence in training him. Everyone would agree! Maybe not Top Hat, he’s to full of himself and his neck.” He laughed.

It was nice, his laugh, Zip chuckled along. It was nice to have someone to talk to aside from having to watch what he said. Ten Cents hardly knew him, but he spoke to him with the kind of respect a person would have for their long time friend. Why would he do that? What made him want to talk to him? He’s only a burden like Zorran and Zak say, why would Ten Cents want anything to do with-.

“Hey Zedstack.” Zip blinked the black spots out of his eyes, Ten Cents was waving a hand in front of his face. “Where’d ya go?”

Zip’s mouth started moving before he could think, something about Ten Cents made him do that. “Why are you still talking to me?”

The star was taken back. “Huh?”

“I-i it’s just, no one usually want to talk to me, to have anything to do with me aside from bossing me around or telling me off, I’m not much of a conversationalist since most things I say never matter and Zug says I’m no help unless the assignment is to cause a scene. And Captain Zero doesn’t usually give me any important jobs unless the others need help so I just.” He hiccupped, “why are you talking to me like I’m a person, and not a punching bag?”

Through his own tears he could no longer see Ten Cents, nor could he see the telescope or the harbor over the water. He blinked away the tears but more fell behind them and that was embarrassing, no man cries, not if they’re real men, Ten Cents is probably looking at him like he has two heads. He pulled his hat off to cover his face looking anywhere aside the boy sat in front of him.

It wasn’t until he felt a hand gingerly touch the whited knuckles that gripped the hat did he slide the hat down until he met Ten Cents did he move. He sobbed and Ten Cents pulled him into a bear hug, he was surprised that his strength being so small was so strong. He hugged back wanting to melt into the Star’s embrace and just disappear entirely. He was shaking but all that mattered to him was the embrace. He hadn’t felt anything like this in such a long time.

“No one should ever make you feel that way Zip. You are apart of their team, every team works together and needs each part to hold them up solid.” When Ten Cents pulled back Zip was surprised at his own tears that he rubbed at with the heel of his hand. “I’m sorry they make you feel that way, mate.”

“What?!” He held onto Ten Cents shoulders, “why are you crying?”

“Because you’re crying, because that stinks, because you shouldn’t have to carry all of that with you!”

Ten Cents hugged him again, Zip settled into his grasp. He could see the harbor now, but the sun had dug its way out of the clouds. It was warm, Ten Cents was warm, his chest felt warm. He could feel Ten Cents wiggle around for his pocket in their awkward position on the ground, He pulled a dime from it.

“Hercules used to take me up here when I was little, it makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. The trips on his tug over to this island made me fall in love with the water.”

They helped each other stand.

“Want to look out with me?”

Together.

“Together?”

Ten Cents put the dime in the telescope. “We can be on top of the world together. Never alone Zip. I never want you to feel like your alone like that again.”

He took the star boys hand and they took turns staring out over the harbour. Laughing at Warrior swatting off the seagulls who took off after the garbage in Lord Stinker and enjoying the far away feeling together, not alone. Zip never wanted to feel alone.

[teecupangel]

From @zero-saito

shrieks I love this!! Yes to cat desmond and potentially everyone being reborn as cats! Desmond shenanigans and clay getting blamed for all of it!! The epic love story of the 2 sassiest men in the franchise! Also altair low key wants to steal desmond cause catmond is his favorite. Do you think he’ll figure out desmond was human once with the apple? Or maybe desmond tries to steal it and give altair a break only for it to out him with an illusion of his human form mirroring the cat?

It would be funny if Clay could only understand Desmond the cat while the other cats Desmond brings are actually reincarnation of other Assassins of various timeline. They remembered they died but they have no idea why they’ve been reborn in the 3rd Crusades as cats and some are super confused because they died centuries after the 3rd Crusades.

To add more weirdness, there is something that stops Desmond from telling Clay about the real identities of the cats he brings. He just… keeps forgetting to tell Clay. Even when one of the cats reminds him there and then to tell Clay, he would nod at the cat but then forget it soon after.

It’s weird and they believe that it’s some kind of Isu bullshit at play.

This also frustrates Desmond to no end because this very same ‘curse’ seem to stop him from touching the Apple. Every time Altaïr uses the Apple in Desmond’ vicinity, he just starts hissing and growling, fur sticking up and tail puffing. It gets to the point that Altaïr stopped bringing out the Apple when he sees Desmond because he doesn’t want to agitate (make the cat angry at him) Desmond.

Whatever this curse is… it’s stopping him from communicating with Altaïr about who he is as well.

Ezio the cat is really Ezio and he’s unofficially Clay’s favorite because Desmond is a little shit to Clay.

But the others were not so lucky.

Shaun? Yeah, that one’s Evie and she’s a girl cat. Clay knew she’s a girl cat and still called her Shaun.

Becs? You guessed it. That’s Jacob and he’s a guy cat. He doesn’t mind. He’s still smug about being born three months older than Evie this time around (“We’re not even twins anymore so it doesn’t count” “We are still twins in our hearts. You will always be my family, Evie.” “Jacob…” “And that is why this totally counts.”)

Oh. And Clawdia? Totally Arno. XD

Time traveler Clay X Malik, but no one realizes they're 'involved' because their love language is passive-aggressive, snarky insults to each other.

The funniest part of this is that Clay and Malik are in a committed and healthy relationship, there’s no pining or even misunderstanding on either side, they’re just in a stable relationship and they’re not even hiding it. They just don’t like to show any PDA because they’re both private persons and even if Clay calls Malik ‘honeybunny’ and Malik calls Clay ‘the bane and the love of my life’, everyone just assumes they’re being sarcastic and they are, it’s just that sarcasm is their love language to one another and they have this ongoing ‘war’ of calling each other the most embarrassing pet names they could think of as some kind of foreplay.

Then we have the only person who actually realizes they’re in a relationship: Altaïr.

At first, he just ignores it because it’s none of his business.

Then he gets annoyed that everyone can’t see it so he tells them but all he gets ranges from people worrying that he doesn’t understand how love works to people teasing him because of how ‘wrong’ he is.

And the clincher is that Malik confirms it and Altaïr just had to ask why Malik is now confirming such a thing so Malik stares at Altaïr as he says:

[amazingphilza]

twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

[pies-writes-and-more]

ex-boyfriends are a pain

Warnings: ex boyfriend being a dick, referred to as Asshole, some swearing

Pairings: Sugawara Kōshi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Bokuto Kōtarō all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: this was originally written for @thisnoodlewritesao3 because ex-boyfriends can suck shit but how much do you wanna bet that the Haikyuu boys would have your back no matter what? Kinda threw this together so I hope you guys enjoy!

haikyuu masterlist

Sugawara knew you could fight like the rest of them. Hell, it was the first time you fought with Tanaka that made him go wow okay I need to hang out with Y/N more.

You could be so feisty when you wanted, so sweet other times. It all depended on your mood. So when he saw your ex-boyfriend walking your way, Sugawara watched your body language first. Did you seem like you wanted to deal with this on your own? Or did you want some help? He never wanted you to feel like he wouldn’t let you fight your own battles, though this was a little harder knowing that this Asshole had hurt you for so long.

Sugawara wanted nothing more than to make the guy hurt like he had hurt you... but no, he restrained himself for a moment, Daichi also watching as if ready to back up his best friend if he got himself into a scuffle.

Maybe if Asshole hadn’t caught you off guard and in the middle of your thoughts, you would’ve been fine, but instead he had grabbed you and dragged you off to some secluded hallway.

“The hell are you doing?” You glared at him, trying to wiggle your arm from him. Your eyes frantically searching for anyone or anything to help get you out of this situation as he pulled you away.

“We need to talk,” Asshole huffed, standing a little too close for comfort. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and my texts and now what? You’ve blocked me?”

Your insides turned uncomfortably, shifting your weight as you tried to find a way to at least step away from him a bit, “We’re not together anymore, there’s nothing that needs to be said-”

“Y/N! Daichi’s looking for you!” Sugawara’s voice was a welcome surprise. Your eyes shot over to where he was standing, his hands on his hips and a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He knew. You could tell he knew how uneasy you were just because his eyes met yours and his head tilted slightly as if to ask want me to kill him?

“She’s busy,” Asshole grumbled, not even bothering to look up from your eyes at him.

Sugawara didn’t move. For a moment he just stood there with his fake smile on before walking closer and pushing the guy away from you gently, “Hey! You look real familiar,” Sugawara beamed up at him, holding his chin as if in thought. “Have we met before?”

“No?” Asshole just glared at him and then his glare turned to you, “Who the fuck is this? Your new boyfriend?”

“Aha! Boyfriend! You kinda look like that crazy EX-boyfriend that Y/N used to have. Now that was one weird dude. Imagine leaving your girlfriend at some restaurant cause you got caught up with your friends and forgot about your anniversary,” Sugawara’s forced a laugh, flopping his arm around your shoulders playfully. “Thank god you got rid of that guy right?”

Even you had to question whether or not Sugawara was being funny or serious. He definitely knew this guy was that ex-boyfriend... didn’t he?

Asshole just huffed, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest slightly just to exaggerate that he was, in fact, taller than Suga.

“It’s funny. It was after that breakup that the Karasuno High School Volleyball team vowed to never let Y/N get hurt ever again.” Suga’s eyes drifted over to where Asahi was just slightly in view, standing tall as ever.

It would only work since Asshole had no clue who Asahi was, and couldn’t see that the muscle-y third year was almost in a panic attack over the upcoming game. All Asshole saw when he followed Sugawara’s gaze was the scary tall third year that everyone seemed to gossip about at every game. Your ex turned back to Suga, as if thinking that would be any better.

From the half of Suga’s face that you could see, it was really not something you’d want to be in front of. Suga could get really scary if he wanted and you imagined that right now, Asshole was experiencing just that.

Your ex grumbled something about “not being worth it” and turned on his heel, rushing away from you two.

You felt a breath leave your chest almost immediately, your heart pounding against your ribcage, “God Suga, thank you so much,” you smiled weakly up at him, quickly wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Anytime love,” he smiled, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “You know, I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’d say you upgraded big time,” he smirked, tapping your nose lovingly.

You laughed and smiled up at him, touching his cheek gently and stroking your thumb along his skin as you admired his expression, “Absolutely. 100% upgrade. Would never even dream of going back.”

“Good,” Suga grinned, holding your hand against his face for just a moment longer, “cause I’m not letting you leave me that easily.”

Ushijima remembered your ex boyfriend, but not in any physical way. He couldn’t remember what the guy looked like - how tall he was, or what colour his hair was. But what he did remember is how you looked after every argument you had with the guy. 

More often than not, you’d come over to Ushijima’s place or Tendō’s after yet another argument, tears streaking down your face and your whole body just crumbling into one of their hugs.

Ushijima had hated seeing you like that and he would hold you for as long as you wanted.

It was after one really bad fight with that guy that Ushijima told himself that he would confess to you eventually. He knew you deserved all the love in the world, and the only way to guarantee you’d be getting it is if he took it into his own hands.

You were far too good for him, but he knew he loved you enough to try.

Maybe he should’ve gone back and looked into what this guy looked like. That probably would’ve helped him in this situation.

“-you think I don’t know that you were trying to steal my girl this whole time?” a guy was yelling, up in Ushijima’s face (as much as you can be in a guy’s face who’s a few inches taller than you). “I should’ve known you two would get together after the way she was constantly talking about you.”

Maybe it should’ve clicked in Ushijima’s head that the guy who was angrily attacking him in the almost empty gym was your ex-boyfriend, but instead, Ushijima kept glancing around him to see if there was someone else that the guy was yelling at.

“What the hell are you looking for? She’s not gonna come save you or anything. I thought you were supposed to be some big man - ace of the volleyball team. What are you scared or something?” your ex cackled, hands on his hips all proud-like.

Ushijima finally caught on that this guy was talking to him, a frown on his face, “I’m sorry but do I know you?”

It hadn’t meant to be a question with any sort of malice to it, but the guy seemed so dejected hearing it. Here he had come all this way, built up all this courage to confront Ushijima Wakatoshi for stealing his girlfriend... and the guy didn’t even know who he was.

“I’m Y/N’s ex boyfriend,” the guy glared up at him, getting angrier.

“Oh.” Ushijima nodded to himself slightly, now remembering the guy’s face and starting to walk past him.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

“What’s there to talk about?” Ushijima asked, still walking ahead. “Maybe if you hadn’t been such a self-absorbed egotistical idiot you would still have her. But you don’t. Someone was bound to come and show her what she actually deserves.”

You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but had just been about to come into the gym to make sure Ushijima was ready to walk home. Your fingers trembled a little hearing your ex’s voice and just how angry he sounded. You were annoyed, you were angry. you wanted to go in there and punch the guy in the face. How dare he act like you were some item to be stolen - you chose Ushijima. You loved Ushijima. There wasn’t anything to steal - you were his and he was yours and there was nothing about your ex in it at all.

But you couldn’t deny that you loved hearing Ushijima’s flat and blunt tone cut through all of your ex’s defenses. He stood there a stuttering mess, coming up with excuses after excuses as to why he hadn’t been a better boyfriend (news flash man, you were just an ass), even while Ushijima started to exit the gym.

“Oh. Y/N. You’re here,” Ushijima’s stoic face broke into a smile as he found you, immediately leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead and taking your hand.

“Have an unexpected visitor?” You point out, glancing into the gym to see your ex getting all riled up some more.

“Nothing worth our time. Come on, let me walk you home,” he said, taking your bag from you like he always did and leading you home.

You knew Ushijijma could’ve cut your ex down to pieces if he needed to, the ace of Shiratorizawa could be very scary when he was angry. But evidently, your ex didn’t seem to be worth the time and the thought of that made you very happy. Ushijima was right after all, that Asshole was not worth either of your free times and he certainly wasn’t worth getting into a fight with.

Still, Ushijima seemed to watch you carefully to make sure you weren’t upset that your ex had come by. He bought you extra snacks at the shop the two of you stopped at on your way home and listened intently to all the things you wanted to talk about while the two of you ventured onwards.

“Thank you, Ushijima,” you smiled at him as you got to your door.

He nodded, “I like walking you home, no thanks needed.”

“No, thank you for... saying what you did to that Asshole back at the gym,” you weren’t really sure what you were thanking him for, but just felt like it needed thanking.

The boy just smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek as he handed you your bag, “You are worth 10 of him, Y/N. I won’t waste my chance with you like he did.”

You beamed hearing this, wrapping him into a hug before disappearing into your house and waving to him from the window. 

Later Tendō would point out that he would’ve kicked held the guy up while Ushijima beat the shit out of him, if Ushijima ever wanted that but the ace just shrugged, “The greatest defeat I can do to him is make Y/N happier than he ever could. And I plan on doing that every day for the rest of my life.”

Bokuto loathed your ex boyfriend. He always proclaimed that if he so ever laid eyes on him, he would spike a volleyball into the guy’s face.

Now was his opportunity.

You had been working with the managers of the volleyball team to help set everything up before one of the tournament games, just filling up water bottles and bringing them to the court. You weren’t sure how or why your ex had followed you onto the court but he did.

“Y/N,” he called you from behind you, grabbing onto your wrist to keep you from rushing off.

Your eyes widened as you realized who it was, frowning and pulling your arm away from him almost immediately, “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked with a glare.

“We need to talk - I don’t like this new guy you’re dating. He’s an idiot.” Asshole huffed, shooting a thumb in the direction of Bokuto who was currently getting ready to practice spiking.

“Who I date is none of your business. You should get out of here before he realizes you’re here-” you tried to warn him. Really you did.

There was always a deafening sound whenever one of Bokuto’s blocks hit the floor - the kind that sent shivers down your spine. But hearing it land so close to you, right behind where your ex was standing, made you actually jump, your eyes watching as the ball bounced off and rolled further away down the gym. You and your ex both froze, staring as you watched the ball disappear, a ringing left in the air from the powerful spike.

Both of you turned to see who had almost attacked Asshole, finding Bokuto standing there with his arms crossed against his chest. Even Akaashi was glaring at your ex, chin tilted up in a defiant sort of way.

“Next one,” Bokuto pointed straight at your ex, a firm look in his eyes, “I aim for that ugly mug of yours.”

You could feel your ex tense up, fists balling up angrily at his sides. He opened his mouth to say something, but Akaashi quickly cut him off, “You should leave. Our ace doesn’t get angry often, but when he does, he doesn’t hold back on spiking power. Besides, if you want to talk to our Y/N when she doesn’t want to talk to you, you’ll have to go through all of us.” He motioned to the rest of the team, all of whom were glaring in Asshole’s direction.

You couldn’t help but smile. How lucky were you to have found a family like this - one who were so willing to stop their practice before a game just to make sure you were comfortable. 

Asshole soon stormed off and you sent a smirk over to Bokuto who just sent you a grin, “Did you see that crazy spike?” He asked excitedly as you came over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I did. If that had hit me, I would’ve died,” you teased, poking his chest.

“I would never hit you! I am an expert with aiming!”

“Didn’t you hit her like last week with a stray receive, Bokuto?” 

“AKAASHI NOT NOW!”

You laughed, watching as Bokuto frantically waved his arms to his best friend, insisting that that was an accident and he really was very good at aiming. 

“Thanks for getting him out of here,” you smiled up at your boyfriend, giving him a tight squeeze before glancing at the ref who was setting up for the game. “I should head up to the stands. You better get all fired up for me okay?”

“Anything for you, babe. I figured actually hitting him would’ve just made him angrier.” He laughed, pecking your lips. “Cheer extra loud for me!” He called after you, jumping up and down to warm up his calves.

“You ready, Bokuto?” Akaashi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bokuto nodded, grinning to himself as he thought about how perfect that spike was, “I’m all fired up thanks to the prettiest girl in the world. Let’s do this!”

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[wispycecilia]

wilted feelings.

fushiguro megumi x reader

[20:51] - 1339 words.

synopsis: the tattoo artist next to your florist shop is so deeply in love with you. so much so that his unsaid feelings causes flowers to erupt from his lips, faster than the eye can see. a tragedy tale, one for the historians to gasp upon in awe.

notes: hanahaki disease AU. tattoo artist! x florist! AU. alternate universe; no curses universe. not proofread. british english used. detailed descriptions of blood and death. requited love but no one confesses type thing. angst. mainly in the pov of megumi.

a/n: i’ve always loved the idea of megumi with a sweet s/o, even better if its a lil tragic too. i mixed up all my favourite tropes into one story; i hope u all enjoy hehe

It was something straight out of a tragedy novel.

The quaint shop next-door, the type that you could imagine fairies living in if they were real. If Snow White was a shop, ‘(Y/N)’s Flower Boutique’ would be the spitting image of it. Wisteria vines acted like a halo on top of the brick building; lights twinkled as it stood prettily away from the limelight. Beautiful.

And then there was the shop adjacent to the picturesque view.

The parlour was something equivalent to The Evil Queen. With black walls and tinted windows, mothers ushered their children away whenever ‘Fushiguro & Co. Tattoo Parlour’ came into view. It wasn’t anything that the aforementioned man was not used to - actually, he became accustomed to all the judgement.

So imagine Megumi’s surprise when you, the resident sweetheart, tip-toed your way into his life, erasing the coat of black ink around his heart with arrangements created out of daisies and baby’s breath. Thump. He felt his heart hammer. Just when did his casual waves turn into expectant stares?

‘Fushiguro, hey!’

Speak of the devil. Well, angel would be more fitting in this case, he thought.

A warm grin emitted from your face, and Megumi heard the heavens singing. The summer’s glow did wonders to your smile. That’s when the smell of fresh, morning dew entered his nose; a bouquet laid perfectly in place in your arms, made from daffodils and water lilies, the appearance looking like they’ve been nurtured by Demeter herself. New beginnings and eternal life, Megumi recalled your lecture, though it also meant vanity and unrequited love.

‘This the daily pick? You shouldn’t be wasting your profit for me, y’know.’

You puffed your cheeks out in response, incredulous that the man would ever think that way. A slight smirk tugged at his lips, before he laughed at your expense. Everything was normal.

Or so he thought.

It was so faint that no-one would’ve noticed it - not even Megumi himself - but the slight tickle that he felt within his throat was far from normal. A singular yellow petal escaped from his mouth. Huh, weird. How did one of the petals make its way there?

If only Megumi saw the sympathetic gaze that a client gave, the lady whose arm was freshly tattooed with a child that had flowers erupting from her mouth. The patron knew it all too well. She knew it was only a matter of time before he too fell into the hands of the disease that ended her daughter's life.

Yellow. That was all Megumi could see. Vines and daffodil buds overtook his bathroom like an infestation; his throat begged for air. The toilet bowl he was hunched over was a mixture of red liquid and yellow, like a bouquet arrangement gone wrong. The sound of wretched vomiting could attract the attention of anyone’s ears. Funny. The sight would’ve been beautiful, if not for the blood glazed around the petals where dew should have been. The metallic taste in his mouth did not help at all.

Megumi remembered how the doctor’s office seemed yellow in the sunset; he was haunted. He remembered how the doctor diagnosed him with Hanahaki disease, that it will swallow up his life if his love is never returned. Megumi remembered that if he takes the surgery to get the flowers removed, all his emotions will wilt away, making the colours in his life disappear. He remembered the fear he felt when posed with the question, Will you take the treatment, or not?... Megumi remembered everything.

But above all, Megumi remembered how wonderful the blossoming feelings felt; the happiness he experienced whenever he saw you. Don’t give up. Survive for (Y/N), was chanted in his head like a mantra.

So he refused the treatment. Megumi wanted to experience this summer love for a bit longer, even if it hurts him.

A disease born from unrequited love. For something that seemed ripped out of fiction, the experience was all too real.

The bathroom was appallingly beautiful. If someone thought the previous state of it was bad, they’d be in for a shock with how it is now. The entire area was lined with flowers; bouquets could be made from his man-made garden. Yet, the pain in his abdomen and the blood splatters on the previously pristine tiles reminded him of what this was: a neverending nightmare.

Avoiding you was never a part of the plan, but what could he do? Whenever he saw you, his emotions expanded tenfold, only ever worsening the flowers that bloomed out his mouth. Oh, how he craved the sight of your beaming eyes once more.

The shrill buzz of the doorbell cut his musings. ‘Hello, are you home? I’m sorry to stop by so abruptly; you haven’t been at work lately, so…’

He missed your sweet voice, but it wasn’t welcomed at the moment. Wiping off the crusted blood across his face, Megumi attempted to make himself look presentable. Though, his sickly appearance said it all. With a heavy heart, he prepared himself for what was to come.

Megumi dared not to open the door more than needed. A small crack was enough. If it was pushed any further, the bloodied dandelions accompanied by the dishevelled state of his apartment would only raise suspicions. He had only hoped that the smell of blood would not reach your nose.

‘Oh, thank god you’re okay! Here, I brought these for you, they’re--’ Your concern was evident. It was too much; Megumi couldn’t handle it.

‘Seriously? Don’t come here anymore. You’re the last person I want to see right now.’ He cut you off, sending a glare that made the stars in your eyes dissipate. ‘Leave.’

His heart faltered. A shaky smile was all that he got in return, and Megumi watched as your hair bounced with every step that you took, the concrete pathway getting watered with small tears. He knew it was a fateful meeting that was never meant to be, so he let you fly away.

You were a flower created by the angels, while Megumi was a devil who was in awe. The price to pay if he dared to pluck you away? Death.

But it seemed as if just admiring you had the same outcome.

Megumi felt the all-too-familiar ache in his chest. Kneeling over the linoleum flooring, his hands reached up to cover his mouth, gagging as a garden erupted from his lips. The yellow flowers he grew to dread surrounded him like a halo, incredibly unfitting for the likes of him. His chest burned in response. Blood began to spill out, too much of it. Tears gathered in his eyes from the pain; no air would enter his lungs when he tried to catch his breath.

It was ironic. He pushed you away, and yet, in his final moments, all he could think about was you. Truly a tragic way to die: suffocating on the pain that was left by loving someone who would never love you back.

You tended to the daffodils at the front of the boutique, yet you felt empty somehow. Who knew that someone’s presence could change one’s life forever? The flower you loved so much no longer provided the calming feeling; it was not a sufficient presence anymore. You knew why. You felt sorry for that day. Apologise, was all that ran through your head. And so you set off, towards the parlour where Megumi would wave in his endearing way. But that was weeks ago now.

Entering the store, the workers' pitiful glances shredded your hope more and more. Mustering whatever courage you had left, you sent a desperate look, ‘Where’s Megumi?’

Silence. That’s when you knew.

I’m sorry.

A singular cough escaped your lips, a light lavender petal following in its trail.

Purple hyacinths: the flower known for sorrowful love. The flower that tormented countless heart-broken individuals. Now, like the harbinger of death, it will take you and your love with it as well.

What a beautifully bittersweet end.

[ramzawrites]

Hello! May i suggest a drabble?

Philza teaching y/n how to fly/ use their wings; Just thought i'd be a funny enough idea picturing these massive wings on a child and having dadza teaching them. 🌿

-Much love, anon.

Reader and Philza - Flying Lessons

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Philza, Tommyinnit, Tubbo

Warnings: cursing

Series: a request from a nice anon :D

Summary: Philza caught Y/N once again in trouble with Tommy and Tubbo and after breaking that little dispute up Y/N surprised him with the question “Can you teach me how to fly?” They sure are lucky that Philza has a weakspot for the fellow winged hybrid.

Words count: 2040

Authors Note: I love Dadza so much and I love writing for him so thank you so much for the request :D

There was a crash followed by a loud scream and curses. All accompanied by laughter from multiple people.

Now, the SMP was chaotic and Phil was slowly getting used to it but this commotion somehow piqued his interest enough that he was curious to see what had happened. He dropped the equipment he was working on in a random chest and ran towards his front door.

The crash and the voices sounded pretty loud so it didn’t surprise him at all when he found a group of people in the middle of the town.

He found Tommy, Y/N and Tubbo. The usual troublemakers.

Tommy was laying on the ground, flat on his back. His hand outstretched and pointing at Y/N who was giggling to themself as Tommy cursed them out, calling them a “brat” and the like which Philza found quite ironic.

Tubbo stood close by, clutching his stomach as he continued laughing. Gasping for air whenever he had the chance. Tears brimming in his eyes. Honestly he looked close to collapse. Hard to imagine that he was the president of this place.

Y/N on the other hand had their arms smugly in front of their chest. Their wings half closed but still sporting an impressive wingspan for their young age by the looks of it.

As Tommy finally decided to stand up, Philza made his way towards them as well “What happened?” He was already halfway to chuckling himself alone from Tubbo’s laughing, Tommy’s screaming and Y/N’s puffed up body language.

Exasperated Tommy turned to the winged man “It’s Y/N! I was talking to Tubbo, you know state secrets and all, and they just ambushed me!”

Philza couldn’t help but to raise one of his eyebrows at him “Ambushed? What do you mean ambushed?”

“They just-“ Tubbo begun talking, he was still laughing but he managed to calm down somewhat “They were just suddenly there! I was talking to Tommy and then I saw them gliding down in the corner of my eye and they straight up kicked him down. It was so funny, Philza!”

Tommy scoffed “They did that on purpose!”

At this exclamation Y/N ran around behind Philza and hid behind his legs. Standing between Phil’s body and his wings. Grabbing onto his shirt and peeking their head out at the blonde “Actually it was a mistake! I didn’t mean to!”

Almost instinctively Philza opened up his wing so they could fit in and put his hand on their head “What happened, Y/N?”

It took a moment before they answered “I wanted to learn how to fly…”

They pulled their gaze back up from the ground and instead threw an angry expression towards Tommy “So, it really wasn’t my fault! You were just in my way!”

“Oh you little-“ Tommy begun but Philza interrupted him.

“Hey, drop it. They said they didn’t mean to, so they didn’t mean to. Besides aren’t you too busy as Vice President to argue with a child? Weren’t you telling me that you were talking about state secrets with Tubbo there?”

Tubbo nodded “Yeah come on big man! They did apologize right after so let’s just get going.”

“Alright, you are lucky Philza is here or- or- I don’t know but something would have happened!” Tommy grumbled.

He then turned around and continued walking along. Tubbo waved Philza and Y/N goodbye only to follow his best friend.

Once they were out of ear shot Philza let out a sigh. Tommy was a troublesome, troublesome person. It wasn’t the first time he had come to Y/N’s aid like this. In fact whenever problems arose Y/N would run over to Philza and ask for help.

Philza took his hand off of Y/N and took a step back so he could look at them. Their wings now hugging their back like usual and instead of their self-assured expression they looked a bit sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“You were able to fly before L’Manburg blew up, right?”

He was a bit surprised by that question “Uh, yeah. My wings are too damaged now for me to be able to fly though.”

While Y/N still looked worried, a bit of determination broke through “Could you teach me? Teach me how to fly? There is no one else here who could!”

Y/N was right. Sure, they could probably learn how to fly on their own over time but it didn’t surprise him that they would approach him for it. He himself had to learn how to fly alone and would have really appreciated someone else to help him.

“Well before I can say anything, can you open up your wings for me? Show me exactly how big they are.”

This seemed to brighten up Y/N’s mood and they happily obliged. Their wings swinging open and showing off how huge they actually have gotten. It took Phil a long while until his wings were big and strong enough to carry his weight but for Y/N it seemed to be different.

They were pretty young but their wings were already so big that it took him aback for a moment.

He nodded “Oh wow, okay. Honestly I don’t see why you shouldn’t be able to fly with these. They look strong enough to hold you.”

Y/N’s eyes grew wide “You think so? You will help me?”

“Yeah, I will you little gremlin. Let’s get somewhere else with more space and preferably high up.”

There he was. Agreeing to help Y/N without even really thinking about it. They were seriously lucky that Philza had grown to have a bit of a soft spot for them. So much so that the joke was going around that Philza has adopted another child once again since he just can’t help himself.

Which was very much warranted seeing how they basically have moved in with Phil at this point. He didn’t feel comfortable with the though that this young child lived on their own.

Said kid was now happily skipping towards a clearing on a low mountain. It was semi easy accessible but a good place for them to practice without anyone else causing problem on purpose.

Honestly Phil wasn’t really sure how he felt about all this. Sure he was happy with how happy Y/N was but it also made him miss his own wings. His ability to just take off and fly to wherever he wanted to go.

Shoving these thoughts away Phil decided to pull his attention back to Y/N. Making sure they wouldn’t suddenly fall down the mountain somehow.

Once they arrived Phil fell down onto one of his knees and put his hands on Y/N’s shoulders “Before we start, you know how to glide and have done it before, correct? I saw you do it multiple times but I want to still ask you.”

They eagerly nodded, their mouth in a huge grin accompanied by a blush from the excitement.

“Okay good. That makes it easier. You see that rock formation over there? You think you could get up on there? When you are up there try jumping off. If you are too scared you can just glide down to me but try flapping your wings a bit. It should come natural. It did for me at least.”

He stood back up and opened up his own destroyed black wings. They still hurt a bit but it was bearable.

Y/N still seemed to be amazed though.

Phil begun moving his wings. Moving them in a way he was used to.

“You see how I move them? Can you do that too?”

The young kid didn’t wait long to do so. Opening up their wings to show off their full wingspan once again. Swinging their wings back and forth which created way more wind that pushed against Philza than he first imagined.

He laughed “Okay, I see you have no problems doing so. You think you can do what I asked you? You feel up for it? I’m gonna wait down here for you.”

“Yes!” they cheered and ran towards the stone formation. It looked like a ton of huge boulders that fell down the actual mountain, forming this pile.

Y/N closed their wings and climbed up the rocks unexpectantly fast.

While Philza barked orders at them in order to teach them in truth he had no real idea what he was doing. His best method on how to learn to fly was just to jump off somewhere and hope. That’s how he learned and that’s pretty much how he handled raising Wilbur now that he really thought about it.

“Hey! Hey! Make sure you look, okay? I want you to look, Dadza!”

Dadza? That was a first from them. Not that he minded it.

“I’m looking! I’m looking! Don’t worry!”

Y/N stood still and bowed down a little bit. Opening up their wings but they didn’t move. They just stood there, hands balled up into fists close to their chest. Y/N looked like they could move and jump any second but they just didn’t. Their feet where the only thing shuffling around.

“Y/N?”

“I can- I can do it but- but- I am scared!”

That was something he should have expected. They were about ten feet up in the air so it really was a normal reaction even though he was sure that Y/ N has been jumping off higher places to glide off.

But still this was kind of a different situation.

Philza thought for a moment “I will catch you?” He sounded unsure himself. Of course he would catch them in case anything happens but he wasn’t sure it would make them feel reassured. It was still high up. If he could he would probably stand next to them and fly off first to show them but alas this was not an option.

“Okay!” It somehow seemed to work.

Y/N was putting a lot of trust into Phil.

To support his claim Phil opened up his arms and put them in front of him. Nodding to Y/N as a sign that he was ready. He then moved his wings away from his body once again. Moving them just like when he demonstrated to Y/N how to move them beforehand.

With a deep breath Y/N followed his example. Beginning to move their own and once they felt like they had the rhythm down enough, they jumped.

Phil saw for a split second how panic spread across their face but they didn’t crash down. They stayed in the air. A bit unsteady but they effectively flew in the air.

“Dad look!” Y/N cheered only to drop a good feet down which made Phil jump in trying to run beneath them in hopes of catching them in case they do fall down but Y/N managed to stabilize themself again.

He let out a hearty laugh “I see! You are doing it!” Phil wasn’t sure if they noticed how they defaulted to calling him Dad or Dadza now. There was no need to correct them though. At least that’s how he felt about it.

Y/N begun flying in circles around him. Their expression showing off their glee only to suddenly grow pale “How- How do I land?”

“Shit I knew I forgot something. Just try to glide down for now like how you usually do!”

Y/N immediately angled their wings and stopped moving them. Now gliding down still in circles but Phill soon noticed that they still had quite the speed on them. So when they got down enough Phil sprinted in their way and tried catching them.

The end result of that was Y/N just crashing into Phil’s chest and pulling him off his feet. Both landing safely on the ground. Phil’s arms wrapped around their small body, protecting them from sustaining any wounds that they could get from grazing the ground.

While Phil’s heart was still pumping hard from fear, Y/N used the chance to also wrap their small arms around him “Thank you! I was flying! I was flying!”

Tired Phil nodded, mostly just glad Y/N seemed to be alright “Yeah, though you better practice. You weren’t even up there for a whole minute. I can’t always catch you like this. I’m too old for this, you little shit.”

[sameheart-sameblood]

Live While We’re Alive

(gif by @rex-is-best)

pairing: commander wolffe x f!reader

summary: you thought being a newly recruited civilian doctor to the GAR was hard enough until you developed a hopeless crush on Commander Wolffe

words: 2.8 k

warnings: mature, some suggestive talk, mutual pining, medical exams, co-workers to lovers, a doctor having inappropriate thoughts about their patient 

a/n: I started writing this awhile ago and then lost all creative motivation but I've been in a Wolffe mood the past few days and sad we didn't get to see him in The Bad Batch so here we are. I'd like to apologize to my doctor dad and all medical professionals everywhere lol. Also, I had intended for this to end in smut but then got lost in feelings so there mayyyy be a chapter 2. We'll see ;)

read on ao3!

You want to fuck him. It’s been decided. This realization couldn’t have come at a worse time, though. You’re surrounded by Jedi and Clone Officers in a very important meeting detailing your next mission. But you only have eyes for one of the men and he’s currently standing at the head of the room giving a briefing to the holo of Master Yoda. It’s a testament to Commander Wolffe’s presence that you barely notice the little green Jedi Master he’s conversing with. Well, his presence and his extreme handsomeness.

When you’d first met him, you’d been truly intimidated. The other women you worked with nodded in understanding, whispering they had been thrown off by his cybernetic eye and prominent scar. But that wasn’t it. You’d noticed those things, but that wasn’t what made you uneasy.

It was the fact that he took one look at you and seemed to see right into your soul. You couldn’t explain it but you felt like with just a glance, he could tell your deepest insecurities. And stars, did you have a lot of those.

You had worked your way up through the medical field and had started your residency at the biggest hospital in Coruscant. After your training ended, you had secured a permanent job there. It had been difficult, to say the least. Though you knew you were qualified, even more so than most of your male co-workers, you still doubted yourself often.

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had come to visit you one nondescript Thursday afternoon, telling you of the need for doctors in the GAR. He said you came most highly recommended when he was searching for recruits but still, you thought a mistake had been made and that someone soon would realize and send you back to your normal life. It was a recurring nightmare you’d developed in the past few weeks that shook you from your sleep.

You had agreed to join the GAR, sympathetic to the cause and wanting to do your part. The next few weeks had consisted of you getting your bearings and meeting the rest of the staff at the base . Kix, the clone medic in charge, had helped you learn the ropes and had introduced you to all his brothers. At first, you had been overwhelmed by the sea of identical faces. As the weeks had gone on, you’d learned everyone’s names and they’d made you feel welcome, like one of their own.

The Commander and you had crossed paths several times. He was polite but distant. Not like you blamed him. He had more important things to do than exchange drawn out pleasantries. With each run-in, though, he seemed to be making more of an effort to be personable. Unfortunately, each conversation left you looking more and more like an idiot. Or a di’kut. The boys had been teaching you some Mando’a.

You were a medical professional, a well-respected doctor and yet Wolffe made you feel unsure of yourself. It had been so long since you’d had a crush that you didn’t realize this was what the beginning of one felt like.

*******

As you sit around the war room table, you feel even more like a school girl. Instead of paying attention to whatever Master Yoda is saying, you’re transfixed by Wolffe’s face. The hazy blue light from the holo reflects off his features, making him look ethereal. His scar looks even more prominent and you blush, remembering how often you’ve wondered what it would feel like to let your fingers trace it.   And his lips. They’re moving, responding to whatever the Jedi has said. They’re mesmerizing and now you’re thinking of what it would be like to kiss him. Or even better yet, to have those lips pressed against the plushier parts of your body.

You continue to stare until you realize his face has turned to you. It probably only takes you a second to come back to reality but it feels like an eternity. Somehow you’re able to respond to the question.

“Yes, Commander. All medical personnel are prepared for an 0800 liftoff. Kix will take his team with the 501st and I’ll have my staff along with the 104th. We’ll reconnoiter once we’ve landed on Hisseen.” The rest of the table nods, moving the conversation along. Wolffe stares at you for a moment, a hint of a smirk on his lips. You avert your gaze, finding the table a much safer object of your attention.

The discussion wraps up and Wolffe stands at attention, puffing his chest out, before Master Yoda disappears. Once again, your eyes are drawn to him. You’re not sure how but he makes something so mundane look indescribably attractive. Wolffe’s head turns in your direction but you’ve already bolted from your seat, hoping to cool down in the hallway.

Kix pushes through the crowd to get to you. “Hey, Doc. How’d the meeting go?” You shrug. “Nothing new to report. Just making sure we’re all set for our campaign.” He’s shifting back and forth, a sort of glazed look in his eyes. You realize he’s not paying particularly close attention. It’s the look of someone asking you something just so they can request a favor in return.

“Hmm oh yeah, that’s nice. Say, Doc, do you think you could cover for me for a few hours? I have some urgent business to attend to.”

“Since when is playing Sabacc with Fives and the boys urgent?”

“Since I remembered how terrible they are at it. I can make a real killing playing against them.”

You laugh. It’s true. You’ve come to love those men but a lot of them are really horrible at the game. You’ll need to give them a remedial course if you have any downtime on Hisseen. “Of course. What do you need me to do?” He rewards you with a huge grin. “Nothing hard! A few higher ups coming in for their physicals. Just the usual. Make sure they’re in tip top shape to get shot at by some tinnies.”

He gives you the list. It’s only a handful of men but the last one on it makes your blood go cold. “Commander Wolffe needs a physical?” Kix is oblivious to your inner turmoil. “Oh yeah, but he knows the drill. Honestly everyone can do it themselves at this point. We’re basically there to oversee it as a formality.”

You swallow down your apprehension and nod. “Sounds easy enough. Go have fun. And take it easy on them, will ya? Let them keep a little of their dignity intact” Kix just grins and shoots you a wave as he runs off.

*******

Your first few appointments go just fine. The officers are professionals and Kix was right, they could do these routine physicals with their eyes closed. You give them all your seal of approval and settle in to do your paperwork before your last, most anticipated patient arrives. The forms in front of you hold no interest and you find yourself checking the chrono every few seconds.

It’s not easy but you manage to finish your work. You set it aside and take steadying breath. Five more minutes and he’ll be here. You scold yourself. The Commander has never been anything but professional. You’re the one thinking these very unprofessional thoughts.

And you’re a doctor, for kriff’s sake. Your patients should be able to come to you without worrying you may be fantasizing about what they look like naked. But these are uncharted waters. It’s your first time having to deal with a patient you’re this attracted to. They really should take your medical license away.

Just as you’re thinking of packing it all up and handing in your resignation to the Jedi Council, a knock at the door snaps you to attention. Well, here goes nothing. You scold yourself once again for checking your reflection in the mirror before answering the door.

You had tried to adopt a passive, professional look to your face before greeting Wolffe but it must not have worked. “Everything alright, Doc? I’m not early, am I?” You shake your head.“Not at all. Punctual as always, Commander.” You beckon for him to come in and take a seat. You close the door, then sit across from him at your desk.

Your datapad hums to life and you busy yourself opening the appropriate forms you need to fill out. The weight of his eyes is heavy on you and your cheeks heat up in spite of yourself. You push on through as best you can.

“Well, Commander, how are you feeling today?” There’s that ghost of a smirk again but it vanishes so quickly you're not sure if you imagined it. “I feel like a million credits.” You giggle despite it not even being that funny. You’ve got it bad. “Glad to hear it. This should be quick then.” You gather your equipment and get to work.

First, you take his weight. Then, you listen to his heart. You press the stethoscope to his sternum, thankful you can do this over his blacks. He observes you the whole time. “And what about you? How are you today, Doc?” You risk a glance and meet his eyes. That was a mistake.

“Me? Oh-um just fine. Maybe not like a million credits but a few hundred at least.” You trail off dumbly but he humors you with a chuckle. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard that sound from him before. It’s like music to your ears. “Anything I can do to help? You do look a little flushed. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?” You avert your eyes again.

“No. I’m alright. It’s just, uh, hot in these uniforms. The coarseweave doesn’t breathe.”

“You sure? Maybe I should be the one giving you a check-up.”

You realize he’s toying with you now.

“That won’t be necessary, Commander.”

You move on to check his lungs. “Breathe in for me.” You move the stethoscope to his chest, then move it around a few different spots on his back. “You can call me, Wolffe. If you’d like.” He breathes in every time, not even needing prompting, ever the dutiful soldier, even when he’s teasing you.

“I would like that. Thank you, Wolffe.”

Next, you measure his blood pressure. You’re shocked that it’s so low. He sees the look of surprise on your face. “Something wrong?”

“Not at all. The opposite, in fact. Your pressures are great. I just thought with your lifestyle they might, understandably, be a bit higher.”

“What kind of lifestyle do you think I have?”

You’re backtracking as quickly as you can. “I just meant, your life as a soldier, it must be extremely stressful.”

There’s that smirk again. “It is. But you don’t get to be a Commander by not being able to handle the pressure.”

“Of course. But even so, if you’d like some stress relief techniques I can suggest some.” He hums as if really thinking it over. Thankfully there’s only one part of your exam left. Which is good because you’re not sure how much resolve you have remaining.

“Everything looks great. I’ll just do a head and neck exam and then I can send you on your way.”

You need to touch him for this part but you stop yourself, hands hovering but not quite meeting their destination. You feel like once you touch him, really feel his skin under your fingers, there may be no going back.

Wolffe sees your hesitation, then slowly reaches out to take your hands. You watch with wide eyes as he guides them to his neck. He looks up at you innocently enough but you can tell he’s laughing internally. You try to reign in control of the situation.

“Sorry, I just got distracted.” The Commander studies you but this time it’s in earnest. “Are you nervous? This’ll be your first time in an active war zone, right?” You had been anxious but not about that. But now that he mentions it, yeah, you honestly don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Yes, I’m not sure what to expect. I guess you could say I’m a little scared.” Wolffe gently holds your chin, directing you to look back at him. “I won’t lie. It’ll be overwhelming and frightening. Battles can seem never-ending. But I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You’re staring into each other’s eyes and you don’t want to stop. But then he’s clearing his throat and gently removing his hand from your skin. You realize you’ve been resting your own hands on his shoulders this whole time. “Thank you, Wolffe. I do feel much better knowing you’ll be there.” You offer him a smile, hoping it conveys just how much you appreciate him looking out for you.

You begin your exam, gently kneading where his neck meets his shoulders, checking for any anomalies. Then you move to his throat. The throat you’ve so often been distracted by. It’s featured prominently in your daydreams. You move your hands along it, under his jawline. Having a man this powerful baring one of the most vulnerable parts of his body to you is intoxicating. Focus, di’kut.

Everything feels normal except for some knots you find resting right below the surface of his smooth skin. “Lymph nodes feel good. You’re a little tense, though. But I bet it’s from that bucket you have to wear most of the day.” He hums in thought. “True. But even so. Maybe you could give me some of those ideas for stress management?” He looks up at you with big eyes. There’s mischief in them but something else. Vulnerability?

You gulp audibly. “Of course. There are a few that work particularly well, um, like deep breathing techniques, going on walks, talking with friends, meditation, journaling, physical activity…” You’re rambling, fighting a losing game against your resolve. Wolffe thinks on it. “Physical activity seems like a good place to start.” His hands come up to gently cover yours that are still resting on his neck.

The sensation of his calloused fingers on your skin sends shivers down your body. You close your eyes, feeling the last of your self-control topple over. “Wolffe,” you whine “We shouldn’t…” He immediately drops his hands, worry etched on his face. “I’m so sorry. It’s just- I thought you wanted-.” He cuts himself off, snapping up to his feet and to attention. “Doctor, you should report me to General Plo Koon for immediate disciplinary action.”

Dank Farrik, you’ve just ruined everything.“Wolffe! No, I’m not reporting you to anyone. If anything you should report me for being so unprofessional.” His shoulders relax a bit but he still eyes you as if you’re a live grenade that might explode at any second. “What do you mean?” You sigh in frustration. This isn’t how you wanted to confess your feelings to him.

“I…want you, Wolffe. The second I realized that I should have asked to be re-assigned to a different battalion. Instead I thought I could push those feelings down and continue to do my job. Looks like that was a mistake.” You hang your head, avoiding his piercing gaze. He’s silent for just a moment but it feels like an eternity.

“So, you want me and I want you?” You nod your head, ashamed, as he continues. “Then what’s the problem, Doc?” Your eyes snap to his, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Isn’t it wrong of us?”

Wolffe sits down on the exam table again, genuinely thinking on it. “I don’t see why. We’re both consenting adults. We don’t work directly with each other- I report to General Koon, you report to General Kenobi- so there’s no real conflict of interest. The worst we’ll face is a little ribbing from the boys if they find out.”

You raise your head to look him in the eyes, needing to make sure he’s serious and that this isn’t some twisted joke. What you find staring back at you is hope and promise. He senses your trepidation and gently takes your hands in his. “I’m sorry if I came on strong. But the thing about this life is that there are no guarantees. Tomorrow isn’t promised and so I figured I’d rather go for something, someone, that I want and have my heart broken rather than regretting my inaction.”

Your eyes roam the scars on his face, evidence of just how true his words are. You’re heading into active battle tomorrow. One or both of you could be injured, or worse. You step towards him. He spreads his legs so you have room to get closer. You rest your forehead on his, breathing him in.

His hands come up to caress your sides. You take a shaky breath. He questions you softly. “Cyar’ika?” Ah, now that’s one of the new words you definitely remember. His vulnerability makes you ache and the decision to hand your heart over is an easy one. “You’re right, Wolffe. Might as well do some living while we can.”

*******

[katsuflossy]

BeatBox/Junebugg Challenge

Pairings: Shouto Todoroki x reader, Kastuki Bakugou x reader, Izuku Midoriya x reader, Eijirou Kirishima x reader, Hanta Sero x reader, Denki Kaminari x reader, Hitoshi Shinsou x reader, Tenya Iida x reader.

TW: just the regular obscenities

A/n: IK y’all may not know this trend but it’s funny af so this is the beatbox/junebugg challenge (sound by SpotemGottem) and yeah I hope y’all like my lil hc of the s/o doing it with the boys 💖💖

Taglist: @eharmonythotbot @lilsparkyswife @teddybearrx @angiebug101 @sesshomaruwaifu @blackweebtrash @minajkatsuki @cyans-bliss @myhoodacademia @mypimpademia @melanimed @peach-child @zombie-kun @xx-opaqued-xx @sunshineszn @prettybitch-ki @tsukkisukkii

🧊 He has the most aesthetically pleasing tiktok

🧊 There’s slime videos, drawing videos with lofi music in the back, your basic encouraging quotes

🧊 Who needs therapy when you got Shouto’s fyp? /j

🧊 He may be a lil...offbeat in your dance videos but he still tries. Thankfully this was an easy one to learn.

🧊 He out here thinking he got it until you buck at him.

🧊 You think he finna take that shit? He’s gonna buck TF back, on reflex, and scare the fuck out of you.

🧊 Immediately goes into protective boyfriend mode after seeing you flinch hard. You should expect a tight hug; he’s rubbing your back while the whole clip rolling.

🧊 “Love, I’m sorry but why did you move to hit me? I didn’t mean to scare you I’m sorry.”

🧊 “Baby, It’s okay that was the challenge.”

🧊 “Yes, but you looked so scared and it was my fault,” he wraps his arms tighter around you so you’re snuggled safely into his chest.

🧊 Post it with captions of what he said during the video and see all the comments talm bout “⚠️‼️WARNING‼️HAPPY COUPLE⚠️”

💥 It’s known Bakugou knows no fucking challenge on that app.

💥 Except for that buss it challenge. He’s keeping tabs on yo ass.

💥 His fyp is comprised of prisontok (thank mtha for this), mortalkombat edits, and recommendations for shoujo mangas DC comics.

💥 He already knows the drill, you teach him the dance, he does it with no care, you post it.

💥 This one is fairly easy… until you attempt to press him

💥 He runs up on you, chest puffed up, arms tense and hanging straight. That intimidation stance.

💥 “What you tryna do? We can tussle right now wassup.” Now you gotta deal with him pressing you as you finish the dance.

💥 When he realizes you’re laughing, he just sucks his teeth before lightly pushing you.

💥 “Why am I even dating you?”

💥 The biggest tsundere simp on the earth.

💥 He loves you so much but you always test him.

🥦 Umm All Might edits runs his fyp.

��� The occasional analytic reports on recent and past villain attacks are there too.

🥦 Only gets a smidge of alt tiktok so it ain’t that boring.

🥦 Doesn’t know the dance either but he’ll do it just for you <3

🥦 Never expects you to fucking buck at him tho.

🥦 Mans flinch mad hard omg.

🥦 He removes his hands from his face when he hears you laugh and continue the dance.

🥦 Now he stopped, looking at you with the saddest puppy eyes.

🥦 “Why did you flinch at me baby?” He’s just standing in the frame all pouty and shit.

🥦 “Prince(ss), please don’t do that again. You honestly scared me.” He walks off in the middle of the video, his fluffy duck house slippers squeaking with every step.

🥦 Go say you’re sorry right now 🧍🏽‍♀️

⛑ Crimson Riot edits duhh

⛑ But it’s a mixture of Bakugou’s and Todoroki’s with a sprinkle of popular dances down his stream.

⛑ Has Ski Mask edits as well

⛑ Still, he doesn’t know the dance at all

⛑ Baby boy is so sweet cause the second you buck at him...he just plants one straight on your lips thinking you went in for a kiss.

⛑ Shocked, bamboozled, frozen, he really kissed you as you tried to buck him?

⛑ Mans continued the dance like you’re not wide-mouthed behind him.

⛑ “Bro, I know you did not just kiss me when I tried to buck you.” The whole badman vibes just dissipate from the air, he smiling at you like it was cool.

⛑ “Babe,” he whined. “I thought you just wanted a smooch.”

⛑ Seeing you mad, he just grabs you up and launches more kisses on your face.

⛑ You tried to look hard for the video only for him to soften you up quickly.

⛑ At least you got cuddles after.

🩹 His tiktok is filled with funny ass videos

🩹 They always come up on his fyp before going famous. Hence why his comments be having 30k likes (they funny as well)

🩹 Has the best cooking tutorials in his favorites that he makes to impress you.

🩹 Already knows the dance so you don’t need to teach him.

🩹 Y’all both tried to press each other with giant smiles on your faces before starting a round of play fighting.

🩹 “Can’t fuck with you no mo.” He turns to you before continuing the dance.

🩹 Alternating lyrics and shii...being the baddest couple to step in the game.

🩹 He wraps his arms around you before throwing peace signs to the camera at the end.

🩹 The coolest boyfriend award goes to this king.

⚡️ How...how is he in every part of tiktok

⚡️ Straightok, alt tiktok, beantok, frogtok. You describe to him the video and he either knows it or he can find it in seconds.

⚡️ If Pandora’s Box opened and escaped into somebody’s account, it would most likely be Denki’s.

⚡️ He did the challenge with Bakugou before but it ended in flames...but he won’t decline to do it wit you

⚡️ Why y’all buck each other and ended up hitting your foreheads?

⚡️ Spent the rest of the video rubbing your forehead while Denki laughing.

⚡️ “Why tf your shit so hard? Built like damn cement” you glared at him as he laughed even harder.

⚡️ “I shock my own brain everyday. I think my skull hardened as a result”

⚡️ The next day, you’re seen walking around with your forehead on swole.

⚡️ On the bright side, you get forehead kisses every 5 minutes.

🔮 There ain’t no Eraserhead edits so he makes them himself.

🔮 All his fyp got some led light show going on. Every. Fucking. Video.

🔮 But they’re all good vibes, great music, and nice ass comment section

🔮 Occasional gaming videos come up because he follows some twitch streamers on there

🔮 Doesn’t know the beatbox/junebugg challenge. You woke him out of bed to do it.

🔮 You’re vibing in the video before you buck at him.

🔮 He didn’t budge. He stopped doing the dance altogether to stand up and just glare you down.

🔮 He out here in his cow print moo moo pants and you do this shit to him?

🔮 Now you’re nervous, flickering your eyes to him as you continued the video dancing.

🔮 The minute the sound ends he stalks off back to bed. Using all the sheets to cover him.

🔮 Have fun sleeping in the cold. Just kidding, he can’t sleep without cuddling you but just remember he is mad.

👓 ...you think he knows tiktok?

👓 Thought it was slang for the actual clock app.

👓 Got it to see what the hype was about but doesn’t even bother to make an actual account.

👓 It’s really just the generic shit on there.

👓 So he’s excited to do a dance with you even though he only knows the tinman.

👓 Umm...failed to do the actual dance. It gives 60-year-old white man on a tropical cruise.

👓 And then you buck at him.

👓 All movements stop. He justs staring at you, his glasses hiding his actual eyes.

👓 The air around you feels real cold. Your premonition telling you to electric slide out of the room but nah, you continue to dance. The man, who tried to commit murder at the age of 16, just staring at you stoned face.

👓 The second he opened his mouth, you DIPPED out of the room, leaving your phone running and Iida just standing confused.

👓 Turns out, he wasn’t trying to end your bloodline, he was just confused if that was a dance step he missed.

[bees--in-my--bones]

Mission: New Asgard

Character: Loki x reader (completely gender neutral. There are zero indications of the readers gender, no pronouns at all. Note that this is written from the perspective of a woman, though, so if something is too biased, please let me know!)

Summary: You are assigned to help integrate the Asgardians to Midgardian society, but your mission ends a whole lot different than you expect.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 5,493

A/N: My second fic! The title is supposed to be a play on the Mission: Impossible movies, but I've never actually seen one, so sorry if it's wrong lol. Now that I officially have more than one fic, I'm gonna make a masterlist, so that will be coming soon. I hope you like the story!

You rapped your knuckles on the office door that had been left slightly ajar. “Director Mackenzie? You asked to see me?”

“Come on in, Y/N. Elena was just leaving.”

You opened the door and nodded at Agent Rodriguez as she made her way out. She gave you a curt nod in return.

Alphonso Mackenzie, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., leaned back into the chair behind his desk and gestured for you to have a seat. “And for the last time, Y/N, you are one of my most trusted operatives. Call me Mack, please.”

You sat down. “Sorry, Mack.”

He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a file folder stuffed to the brim with documents, which he dropped onto the desk between you, the loud thwap resounding in the small office.

“I have a mission for you, Agent. A few days ago, the planet Asgard was completely destroyed.”

“Asgard?” you interjected. “Like where Thor is from?”

He nodded. “You’ll find all of that and more in these files. Thor and his brother Loki have set up a colony in a small town in Norway. We need you to supervise the integration of the Asgardian people onto Earth. This is the first known mass migration of aliens that our planet has ever seen, and we need to be keeping a close eye on this, or it could go sideways real fast.”

You pulled the files closer and began to flip through a few pages. “I thought Loki was a bad guy. What was it? 80 people in 2 days? Plus the invasion of New York. Why are we letting him back here?”

Mack sighed and rubbed his temple. “I can’t personally vouch for the man, but Thor claims he was being mind controlled. According to Thor, Loki eventually broke free of the control and killed the guy who was behind the whole thing. Some alien named Thanos? Tony Stark himself seems okay with this New Asgard business, and you know how paranoid he gets. So for now, we observe, not attack.”

“Gotcha,” you said. “When do I leave?”

“As soon as you can get your stuff together and get out of here. Say the word and we'll start prepping a Quinjet.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” you said, standing up and grabbing the files. “I’ll let you know as soon as I get an idea of my timeline.”

“Thank you Agent L/N, and good luck.”

------

You gripped the steering wheel tightly, barely making a rather sharp turn. When you finished this assignment, you were going to have to have a talk with whoever designed these roads. Despite the unsafe driving conditions, though, you sighed in contentment. You were back in the field, this is where you belonged.

You pulled a van loaded to the brim with various tech items mixed in with your personal possessions down a bumpy road, coming to a stop before a small, rustic-looking, seaside town, where two men and a woman stood for you. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. You turned the key and shut off the van, trying to get a read on each of the people standing before you.

The buff blond man was clearly Thor. You recognized him from the news and the files you had read. Next to him was a tall woman with dark hair who had wan air of confidence about her. You had never seen her, nor did S.H.I.E.L.D. have any data on her. The third man was lanky, but clearly still fit, with dark hair that fell just past his shoulders. He was clad in green and had a demeanor that made you shiver. This was Loki, scourge of New York and would-be king of Midgard. But Thor and Tony Stark had vouched for him, and that would have to be enough for Y/N L/N, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

You exited the van and heard Thor call to you. “Welcome, newcomer! Our scouts observed your vehicle approaching our home!”

You walked briskly towards the group. Game time. Put on the 'no time for your shit' face and get to business. Coming to a stop in front of them, you began to speak. “My name is Y/N L/N and I am here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division of the American government. We have been granted permission from the government of Norway to oversee this colony's development. This is an unprecedented situation on Earth, and as such, we have written new protocols. I am the agent assigned to this case, and I will be supervising the construction of New Asgard and its integration into Midgardian society.”

Thor furrowed his brow. “I was under the impression that S.H.I.E.L.D. was controlled by Hydra.”

You nodded. “Unfortunately, yes. The previous incarnation of S.H.I.E.L.D. was corrupt, but we are a hardy breed, so to speak. A much smaller branch has survived, and deals with various situations across the world, aliens being one of them.”

Thor nodded. “Then we welcome your presence here with open arms.”

Loki scoffed. “You are too trusting, brother. This so-called agent could be anyone. What cause do we have to believe this story?”

You turned to him. “Loki, God of Mischief, Chaos, and Lies, correct? You of all people should know, am I lying?”

He stared at you, long and hard, before shaking his head. “No, I suppose you aren’t,” he admitted.

“There’s that then,” you said. “Now, I will need to ask the three of you some questions regarding yourselves, if you don’t mind.”

-----

The strange woman was first. You had been given a small shack to conduct your interviews out of, the woman stared at you from across the table, looking for all the world like she had somewhere better to be.

“Name?”

“Brunnhilde.”

“No family name?”

“I am a Valkyrie. I have no blood other than my sisters.”

“Right,” you said, “You lived on Asgard then?”

Her face took on a sour look. “A long time ago. I’ve spent the last few centuries on a different planet, Sakaar.”

You scribbled the information into your notepad. “What do you do then? If you were gone so long, why are you back with the Asgardians?”

Her chest puffed with pride. “I am to be the new King of Asgard. On the Summer Solstice we will hold a coronation. It will give the people enough time to accept the transfer of power from Odin’s bloodline to me, and for me to learn how to lead.”

You nodded and took note of it. “Congratulations,Your Majesty-to-be. I believe that’s all I need for now, but I expect we will see a lot of each other over the months.”

-----

Thor. The large man sat across from you, seemingly happy to be there.

“Thor Odinson, correct?” you asked him.

“Yes.”

“And I hear you're passing on the title of King to Brunnhilde?”

A dark look came over his face. “I have learned recently that my family has done many wrongs by Asgard. As long as I breathe, I will fight for Asgard and her people, but I do not believe it is my place to rule. Brunnhilde loves the people and has a talent for leadership. She will be a much better King than I.”

“A very noble decision, Thor. Thank you very much, and please send your brother in on your way out.”

-----

“Name?”

“I believe you know who I am.”

You sighed. “It's a formality, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“Friggason.”

“What?”

“I prefer Loki Friggason.”

You nodded, and made the necessary changes to his file. “Noted. Anything else I should know about?”

“Just a warning,” he said, leaning forward, his voice dangerously low. “I am the God of Lies. The truth is a luxury I will afford no one, especially your little government. The God of Chaos is an enemy you do not want to have.”

You raised an eyebrow, and wrote a single word in your file, exaggerating each syllable as you wrote it out. “Dra. Ma. Tic.”

Truth be told, you were a little scared, given this guy’s reputation, but you would be damned before you let your exterior crack.

Loki scowled. He seemed to do that a lot. “You mortals think you are so funny, do you not?”

You shrugged. “I’m delightful.” You slipped your papers into your file folder and stood up. “See you around, Friggason.”

You left, leaving Loki slightly aghast that you had managed to get the last word in.

-----

You walked calmly out of the hut, then quickened your pace as you made your way back to your van. Loki, as much as it pained you to say, had been intimidating, and your heart was beating a mile a minute.

You opened the door and climbed inside, shoving your paperwork into a filing cabinet, which you promptly locked. You turned to your computers, fiddling with the buttons, atttempting to establish your connection back to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.

"It's quite rude to walk out on a prince, you know."

You jumped and whipped around to see Loki standing outside your van.

"What the hell!"

"I said-"

"I know what you said, Your Highness," you interrupted. "But you scared the shit out of me. “

"Many apologies," he said as he hoisted himself up to sit on the edge of the van, his insincerity clear. "And I grant you permission to refer to me as Loki."

"How generous," you muttered, before going back to your instruction manual. Technology had never been your forte. You chose being a field agent over a scientist for a reason.

The both of you sat in silence for a while, you working slowly through the instructions that Fitz, a S.H.I.E.L.D agent much more qualified in machinery than you, had given you.

You glanced up at Loki, half expecting to see him sleeping against the van's frame, only to find his gaze resting on you.

"Can I help you?" you asked.

He just laughed a bit, like staring at you had been the most normal thing in the world. "I am watching you, Midgardian, lest you sabotage the society my brother is trying to build."

"I never took you for the loyal type," you said, putting away your things. "I'm gonna have to ask you to get outta here though."

“Why?”

You gestured to the twilight outside. “It’s late. I’ve had a long day. I’m going to bed.”

Loki strained his head slightly, attempting to peek into the van. “Where do you plan on sleeping?”

Not breaking eye contact, you grabbed a cord on the wall and yanked, and the rusty old pull-down bed flopped out with a loud groan. The rickety old thing was probably going to give you back problems by the time you were done here, but such was life. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s money was usually spent on more pressing things than upgrading amenities for field agents.

Loki’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “You are not sleeping in that. We’ve built a larger house for Thor, Brunnhilde, and I. You’ll stay in one of the guest rooms there.”

You shrugged. “It’s not too bad out here.”

“Mortals,” he said under his breath, almost indecipherably, before speaking again, at a normal volume this time. “I insist. Whether I like it or not, you are a guest of Asgard, and you will be treated as such. Besides, that bed looks seconds away from collapsing.”

You nodded, trying not to betray your confusion at the combination of his kindness and rudeness. “Thank you, just give me a second to lock up.” You grabbed the pieces you had been fiddling with, then paused, your hand hovering over the satellite dish. “Actually, if you’re just gonna sit there, you may as well make yourself useful. You can teleport right?”

Suspicion crossed his face. “Yes?”

You held out the device. “Hop up to the top of the van, there should be a little cord. It’ll fit into this port here,” you said gesturing. “Plug it in for me, please?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You ask a god to do your bidding?”

You scoffed. “You’re not a god, you're an alien. And I just asked for a favor. You’re free to say no, but I’m exhausted, and as much as I would like to put off climbing on the roof off until tomorrow, I need to send a check in to headquarters ASAP.”

He begrudgingly reached out and took the dish and you watched as his form rippled green and faded away. You heard shuffling on the roof for a moment, then silence, before the Asgardian reappeared in front of you.

“If that’s all, Midgardian?” he said.

“Thank you, Highness,” you said, ignoring his tone. “And thank you for offering the room.” The monitor beeped a confirmation that your signal had connected and you punched in a code to let S.H.I.E.L.D. know you had made it to New Asgard. You grabbed the bag you had packed and hopped out of the van, waiting for Loki to follow suit before closing the doors and locking the vehicle.

You offered him your arm. “Shall we?”

He brushed past you, rolling his eyes at your mock-politeness.

“Alright then,” you muttered, “This is gonna be fun, isn’t it?” Taking one last look at the van behind you, you moved to catch up with the Asgardian walking briskly away from you.

-----

Loki had not been talkative on the way to the house, and after being curtly shown to your room, he quickly left. You had settled into a decently sized room complete with a desk and a small bathroom attached. Undoubtedly, the house was a far cry from an Asgardian palace, but it was much larger than needed for three, even four, people. Surprisingly, you got a sound night’s sleep.

You woke to rambunctious laughter, and, wiping bleariness from your eyes, got out of bed. You stood in front of a small mirror on the wall and attempted to make yourself look slightly less like you had just woken up. Moving to your bag, you put on clothes that were much more professional than the old sweatshirt you were currently wearing.

Finally satisfied, you stepped out of your room and followed the sounds of conversation into the kitchen, where you found Brunnhilde and Thor joking at the counter while Loki sat at a dining room table, reading a book.

Seeing you, Thor broke into a smile. “Y/N! Loki had told us you would be staying here!”

You returned the smile. “Thank you for letting me stay here, Thor. I really appreciate this.”

The large man set a plate heaping with food on the table and gestured for you to sit. You did, glancing at Loki as you took the seat across from him, but he made no move to acknowledge that you were there. Brunnhidle began to speak. “We will be building fishing boats today down at the docks today. Will you be joining us, Y/N? We could use an extra set of hands.”

You nodded. “I don’t mind helping out. I have a few things to take care of first, though, so I’ll meet you all down there.”

Thor clapped. “Excellent! We’ll make an Asgardian out of you yet!”

You laughed softly and finished your meal as Thor and Brunnhilde began to tell you the plans for the day.

------

After breakfast, you ran up to your room to grab your laptop and then met the rest of the group on the stairs of the house. “I’ll see you guys in a little while,” you said, waving while walking in the opposite direction.

Thor and Brunnhidle branched off from you, but Loki, still silent, walked beside you towards your van.

You looked at him quizzically, but he seemed to have no intention of indicating why he was with you, and not with Thor and Brunnhilde.

Finally, as you approached your van, you caved and asked. “Why are you with me instead of your brother?”

“I’ve consulted with Thor. I will be supervising you for the remainder of your stay here.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “I’m supposed to be supervising you guys!”

“You are a stranger,” he replied, “and there’s something about you that I don’t trust. I have harmed Asgard many times over, and I don’t intend to let you get away with hurting these people any more.” There was an edge to his voice, that you had to admit, scared you.

After a long moment, you sighed. “Fine. I could use an assistant, I guess.” Which was apparently the right thing to say, because it made him clearly flustered.

“I am no one’s assistant, I am a prince of Asgard,” he argued as you turned away from him, partially to unlock your van and partially to hide your laughter.

You hopped up into the vehicle and grabbed a folder and tossed it to Loki, who was still sputtering about his status behind you. “Scan those in, would you?” you said gesturing at a machine in the back corner of the van.

He huffed but snatched the folder from your hand and went to fiddle with the machine.

You glanced over. “Do you know how to use that?”

“Yes,” he snapped. “This is primitive technology compared to what I have seen in my travels.”

You shrugged. “Okay.” You turned to your computer and queued up a call to S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. “I’m gonna need you to be quiet for a second,” you said, right before Mack’s face popped onto the screen.

“Y/N! How’s Norway treating you?” he said with a smile.

“Colder than I thought, but not too bad. They’ve given me an actual bed to sleep in. You really need to update the beds in these vans,” you joked.

“I’ll let the budget committee know,” he replied. “I trust Thor and Loki are being cooperative, then?”

“More or less,” you said before stepping to the side, putting Loki in full view of your webcam.

Mack’s eyes widened. The change was subtle, but you could tell he was surprised. “That’s Loki.”

“Yup.”

“In your van.”

“Yup.”

“Why?”

“His Highness has deemed me untrustworthy, and decided I need a chaperone.”

“Right,” said Mack, suspicion in his voice. “Well you know the drill. Weekly check-ins, and don’t hesitate to contact me if you have any problems,” he said, looking at Loki.

“Gotcha, Mack. Talk to you next week,” you said, turning off the call. You turned to Loki, who had yet to even turn the scanner on. “You don’t know how to work that, do you?”

He glared at you and did not reply.

“Come here, Your Highness, I’ll show you. It really isn’t that hard.”

“You know the honorific loses its value when you say it so sarcastically,” he said, while watching your motions intensely, memorizing the steps to work the machine.

“Sorry, Highness.”

-----

The two of you walked down to the beach shortly after, meeting Brunnhilde and Thor at the docks. You were allotted supplies and miraculously, you and Loki ended up caulking the same boat.

Great.

The silence was deafening at first, until you decided to break it.

“You know I never would have assumed that someone of such status would be out here doing the dirty work,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

He grimaced. “I owe Asgard a debt. I intend to repay it, however I can offer service.”

“A very noble stance from Loki, God of Mischief.”

He grinned and looked up, meeting your eyes. “I find that one can be noble while still being quite mischievous.”

You felt your face heat up, and ducked your head, looking down at your work. He had smiled at you, for the first time, and what he had said had sounded almost like flirting. Why had that made your stomach turn in such a strange way?

“Oh my,” he laughed. “Seems that the Midgardian is finally speechless.”

“Just trying to hold my tongue around my betters, Highness,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Now let’s get to work before Brunnhilde has our heads.”

-----

Finally, late that afternoon, the work was done, and the New Asgard armada of fishing boats was ready for a celebratory launch. You and Loki stood in the crowd, watching Brunnhilde give a speech in front of the flagship, which really wasn’t much larger than the rest of the fleet. Loki leaned over and whispered to you, “You know, back in the day, the Norse would give a human sacrifice to the sea god to ensure safe passage.”

You wrinkled your nose, put off by the suggestion. “I think I prefer the more English tradition,” you replied, watching as Brunnhilde smashed a bottle of champagne against the hull of the ship.

Loki sighed. “Such a waste of perfectly good champagne.”

“I’m sure there's plenty more alcohol around here somewhere,” you said as you walked over to your boat, preparing for her maiden voyage. You hopped in and offered Loki your hand to help him in. He hesitated, but he took it.

“What should we name her?” you asked.

“What?”

“You know,” you shrugged, “We have to give our ship a name.”

Loki seemed to ponder it a moment before deciding. “How about The Midgardian?”

You put your hand on your chest in mock flattery. “Aww, you named her after me, didn’t you?”

He laughed. “It’s a fitting name. She’s lackluster and hardly even worthy of being called a boat.” His words were biting, and maybe you were imagining things, but you could have sworn you heard the playfulness in his voice.

You laughed and tossed him an oar. “For you, Highness.”

“Many thanks, Midgardian.”

The two of you followed the rest of New Asgard, rowing out to sea. Suddenly, you noticed a small sprig of water in the bottom of the boat. “Loki,” you said, the fear dawning on you, “I think the boat is leaking.”

He turned to see the small leak coming through the floorboards. “Okay,” he said, suddenly serious, “Don’t panic. Let’s turn around.”

You switched the side you were paddling on, beginning to move the boat in a circle. Before you could completely orient yourselves, the floorboards cracked, and a large chunk of wood detached from the boat. You yelped as the water came flooding in.

Loki swore. “Can you swim?” he asked you, speaking quickly.

You nodded. All S.H.I.E.L.D. agents knew how to swim.

“Then jump!” he said, and you did, without a second thought. Your boat was sinking fast, and there was no way you were going to make it back to shore dry.

You hit the water, and a second later, heard Loki behind you.

“Swim towards Thor’s boat, he can get us-”

You missed the rest of his sentence as you were pulled away from him.

You fought the current that had taken hold of you, but your panic was making things worse. In the confusion, you lost control, and dipped under water. The ocean filled your mouth. Breaking the surface again, you choked out most of the water, trying to stay calm and find a way out, but every second you were being pulled further out to sea. Falling under once again, you were prepared to accept your fate when a strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you into calmer waters.

You gasped for air as Loki held you against himself, allowing you time to recover.

“Wha- How did-” you began, once you could speak.

“Don’t talk, just breathe,” he said. “I am a god, I can overpower currents much easier than your mortal bodies can.”

“Thank you, Loki,” you said.

“You are welcome, Y/N.”

A larger boat pulled up next to you, Thor leaning over the side. “Brother, Agent Y/N! Take my hand!”

Loki helped you onto the deck of the boat before climbing over the side himself.

You flopped onto the deck, panting. “Rest in peace, SS Midgardian.”

-----

Later that night, you and Loki sat together watching the fire crackle. Thor had brought you a hot drink, and after plenty of fussing ensuring that you were okay, had left to do something leader-ish with Brunnhilde.

Suddenly, a loud scuffling at the door broke the silence and a series of thudding footsteps made their way toward you. Upon seeing your company, Loki sighed, exasperated. You turned and saw a large figure that appeared to be made out of rock alongside a smaller, insect-looking creature.

The large one began to speak, his gentle tone in contrast with his threatening form. “Hello. Um, I’m Korg and this is my friend Meik. We came to apologize for the whole boat thing. Thor put us in charge of wood collection, so it’s our bad, really. Sorry.”

“Oh, um, that’s alright,” you said, still processing the fact that there were two very large, very strange-looking, aliens in the living room. “You couldn’t have known the wood was rotting, and no one’s dead, so we’re good.”

“Alright, cool,” said Korg. “No harm, no foul, yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Right then,” he said, scooping up Miek. “We’ve gotta get going. Thor put us on clean up duty for the next week.”

“Thank you, Korg!” you called, but he was already out the door.

Loki let out another sigh. “Idiots.”

You turned back to him. “I had no idea there were other aliens here! How many species came with you?”

“Just Korg and Meik. And unfortunately, they are around a lot.”

You settled into your armchair. “I’m gonna have to document this.” But even as you said it, you could feel yourself drifting off.

-----

The next day you woke in your own bed, slightly embarrassed at the implication that Loki had carried you there, but he never brought it up, so neither did you.

The next few weeks were filled with collecting information and helping with the construction of New Asgard to fill the rest of your time. Always, of course, accompanied by Loki. In a strange way, you were becoming friends. The two of you never exchanged a single kind word, but your actions said otherwise. Before long, it seemed less like Loki was breathing down your neck and more like he was genuinely relaxing around you.

“Hey, Mack,” you said, beginning your weekly call-in, Loki now sitting beside you instead of hiding in the background.

“Hey there, Y/N. How’s it going, Loki?”

“Quite well, thank you, Director Mackenzie.”

You stared at him in shock. You had never heard Loki use honorifics for a Midgardian.

The rest of the call was uneventful, and as soon as you hung up, you whirled toward Loki.

“You were polite!” you said, your tone accusatory.

Loki sniffed. “I do have manners, you know.”

“You called him Director Mackenzie.”

“And?”

“And I can count the number of times you’ve used my real name on one hand. It’s always ‘Midgardian’ this ‘Midgardian’ that. You know Mack’s a Midgardian too, right?”

He rolled his eyes. “And you call me ‘Highness’ in that terrible mocking tone of yours. The disrespect is mutual.”

You sighed. “Fine, we’ll call a truce. I’ll call you Loki, you call me Y/N, deal?” You stuck out your hand, waiting for his response.

He seemed to be considering his options, before he settled on his choice. “Deal.” He grasped your hand firmly within his and shook it.

“Glad we’re on the same page, Loki,” you said, leaning back into your chair.

“What now, Y/N?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I dunno. Brunnhilde and Thor don’t have anything going on, and I’m done with what I need to do.” You started clicking around on your computer. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“I’ve heard of movies, but never seen one.”

“You’ve never seen a movie?” you asked. “I guess that makes sense. It’s basically just a recorded play. You’ll love it.” You pulled up a movie. One of the lesser known perks of working for S.H.I.E.L.D.: free Netflix. “This is one of my favorites,” you said as the opening credits rolled.

“I suppose you aren’t giving me a choice then?” he asked.

“Nope,” you replied. “Now be quiet and watch.”

-----

Later that night, you were in the kitchen with Thor, cleaning up after dinner. The two of you worked in comfortable silence until suddenly-

“Are you and my brother involved romantically?”

The plate you were washing fell into the soapy water with a splash.

“What?”

“I have never seen him willingly be around a person as he is you,” Thor explained. “And he has changed. He is happier than he was before Midgard.”

You shook your head. “He doesn’t- I thought he was just ‘supervising’ in case I tried to kill you all.”

“Hardly. The man just has no clue how to adjust to a more… domestic lifestyle. He wants to be around you, he just does not know how to express that.”

“Huh,” was all you managed to say, not looking up from the dishes.

Thor let out a small chuckle. “One day you two will figure it out,” he said so quietly you weren’t even sure he said it.

-----

More time passed, you and Loki still spending your days together. Before you knew it, the Summer Solstice was here, and you spent the morning preparing.

Rushing around your van, alone for once, you scrambled to get your work done quickly before Brunnhidle’s coronation began.

Finishing up you glanced at your monitor when you saw a message pop up.

Alphonso Mackenzie: I forgot to mention it in our call this week, but you’re coming up on the six month mark, and there seems to be no complications with Asgard’s transition, so we’ll be pulling you back to HQ. We’ll sort out the details in next week’s meeting.

You felt a sinking feeling in your chest, which was quickly replaced by determination as you began to type your response.

-----

You hurried to Loki’s side, panting slightly, making it to the coronation just in time for Brunnhidle to make her entrance.

“You’re late,” he whispered.

“Shh,” you said. “They’re starting.”

-----

After every great coronation comes an even greater feast, and the Asgardians spent the rest of the day revealing and celebrating their new leader.

Surprisingly, you had seen very little of Loki. That wouldn’t last long though, because as the sun dipped below the horizon, your closest friend in New Asgard appeared from the crowd and said nothing as he led you to a private space away from the partygoers.

“I’ve hardly seen you all night,” he said, as soon as the two of you had a moment of relative silence.

“I know,” you laughed softly. “It’s been strange to not be around you.”

Your smile fell and you looked up at him. “Look, Loki, I have some news, and I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about it.”

His expression turned serious and he led you to a small bench, where the both of you sat. He stayed silent, waiting for you to speak.

“I got a message from Mack today. They want me back in America.”

Loki’s entire demeanor changed. “What? You can’t go back. There’s still so much I- so much supervising to be done here.”

“That’s where the part I’m unsure of comes in,” you said. “I talked to Mack, and the specifics still need to be discussed, but if we can get agreement from all parties, he wants to create a new position at S.H.I.E.L.D. I’d be the first permanent Asgardian-Midgardian liaison that S.H.I.E.L.D. has ever had.”

His face broke into a grin and he clasped your hands into his. “That’s wonderful! Why would I have any problems with that?”

“You haven’t always been my biggest fan,” you said, nudging his arm gently.

He was silent for a moment, looking for the words. “Maybe not at first,” he began slowly, looking you directly in your eyes, “but now, I’d argue that you are closer to me than anyone else.”

You suddenly became all too aware of his hands resting on yours, and the closeness of his face to yours. “Loki…”

“I hate to admit it, but after a long talk with Thor, I’ve realized that I’ve grown quite fond of you, Y/N.”

“I guess I’ve grown fond of you too, Your Highness,” you said, smiling softly.

“Oh, Midgardian,” he said, unable to keep the laughter out of his voice as his face drew nearer.

You didn’t remember which of you closed the gap, only that it was the most magical kiss you had ever had.

A/N: Thanks for reading! :)

[skellebonez]

okay i know you probably have lots of prompts already but. listen; 28 and 41 with my Phantom Thief MK AU (well its more of a phantom thief everyone au but yeah)

So I maaaaay have been a smidgen inspired by one very specific post you made about this AU and Sun Wukong's first successful heist... I couldn't resist, it was just too funny.

You call this luck? No, this is all skill./Can you teach me how to do that?

"Can you teach me how to do that?"

The question wasn't an unusual one between the two of them. MK had asked this of Sun Wukong on more than one occasion as successor to the Monkey King as the Monkie Kid himself.

No, what was unusual was that the question came from the opposite person.

"Teach you... what, exactly?" MK asked, trying not to feel too smug about the swap in roles between mentor and apprentice. After all...

Someone had to teach Sun Wukong the finer points of Phantom Thievery.

"You know what," Wukong said with a half scowl, gesturing to way that his student (or, for the moment now that the question was asked, his teacher) was rolling an large pendant between his fingers. "Not the... you know, what you're doing now, but what you did with the pendant on your last heist where you threw it at a guard and it kind cracked in the middle with the smoke and light and stuff."

"OH," MK laughed out, tossing up and catching the coin in his opposite hand. "That's not really a trick or anything, just some incredibly strong flash paper, and other stuff, that's activated when you open it the right way."

In demonstration the young Phantom Thief did something in the way he held the pendant and one end slipped up with a soft cracking sound. Then he did something else and it open like a clam shell. He held it out to the elder, letting him see the inner workings and how it had latches and some kind of folding wall between the two sides.

"Opening it causes a chemical reaction between the two compartments. The real trick is getting everything inside without accidentally activating it on yourself, practicing the opening motion, knowing when to open it, and aiming it just so that it blinds your target at just the right moment. You know, this is probably just the right time to teach you how to use lines to keep this stuff in your sleeves and retract them too! So..."

As MK launched into a lengthy explanation on how this particular bit of his Phantom Thievery repertoire worked he failed to notice the slowly growing smirk on the Monkey King's face.

~

"What, uh... what ya got there?" MK asked, very obviously trying to keep an impassive and non-judgemental expression. And failing.

"... smoothies," Wukong answered, absolutely not hiding what he was holding in his tail behind his back as he offered one of the two drinks in his hands to the younger.

It was a poor attempt at lying, which was odd because MK knew that Sun Wukong was pretty good at lying. He had managed to convince the other that he had no idea his successor was a phantom thief for so long after all. But why in the world he seemed to be hiding a... pillow of some sort behind his back was anyone's guess.

"Why'd you bring smoothies?" He chanced asking instead, and he watched as the other's face lit up in pure victory and jubilation.

"They're victory smoothies, Bud!" Wukong exclaimed, shoving one at MK until he took it from the other. "I just completed my first successful heist! And I did pretty well, if I do say so myself." The Monkey King smirked, puffing out his chest in a show of confidence as he took a sip of what was obviously a peach smoothie. "Oh yeah, tastes like a job well done."

"Really!?" MK exclaimed, his own pride welling up knowing that he had a hand in this since he was the other's mentor in thievery. He'd told the other to start small, something that would be missed but not something that would gather immediate attention from the whole city just in case something went wrong. "That's great! What did you steal?"

"I'm not telling."

This made the younger pause, raising a brow as the elder not so subtly tossed the pillow into a nearby bush.

"... should I be concerned?" MK asked, knowing that with Wukong's reputation... he may have bitten off far more than he could chew. This was the immortal who went on a spree through Heaven that ended up with him eating a ton of immortality peaches, drinking immortality alcohol, and taking immortality pills. Among other things.

"No way!" Wukong assured, chugging more and more of his smoothie with seemingly no regard for the possibility of brain freeze. "Trust me, bud, this went off without a hitch. You have nothing to worry about."

~

Those words came back to to bite Sun Wukong in the ass.

Or, rather, they came back to throw Sun Wukong through MK's window at "way too early for this o'clock" in the morning right after he had finished sleepily getting ready for another day at work and accidentally nodded back off on his bed.

The weight of an immortal stone monkey slamming into you was much more effective than any alarm clock he'd ever used before.

"WHATWHOWHERE!?" MK wheezed out once the Monkey King climbed off him, looking around in confusion until his eyes finally fell on a third party in the room. "M-Macaque!?"

"Where's my couch you wanna be Phantom Thief!?" Macaque yelled, completely ignoring the person who's house he had just inadvertently broken into. He brushed bits and pieces of broken glass and window frame out of his fur with a scowl of anger. "I actually paid for that."

"You really think I would tell you where I stashed it?" Wukong snarked back, smirking wide as he crossed his arms. "A Phantom Thief never reveals the location of their treasure trove to their marks."

"Wait wait wait-" MK said, holding up his hands and finally grabbing the attention of the two fighting immortal monkeys. "You just crashed through my window... because... You were his first heist mark... and Monkey King's first successful heist was your couch?"

"Got it in one, Bud!" Wukong said with a laugh, not seeming to care that Macaque was slowly stewing in more and more anger and frustration. "I wouldn't have even been noticed if he hadn't come home part way through either, he's normally out later than that."

"You sent me a calling card you dumb ass!" Macaque yelled, falling into a fighting stance. "Just because you got lucky enough to get away last time-"

"You call this luck?" Wukong yelled back with a laugh, smirking as he pulled something out of his sleeve and tossed it at Macaque. "No, this is all skill!"

MK barely had time to register what happened before Wukong grabbed him and covered his eyes and a tiny explosion and a pained yelp sounded behind them as they jumped out his broken window.

"SUN WUKONG YOU GET BACK HERE BEFORE I CAN SEE AGAIN OR ELSE!" Macaque yelled, right before another pained yelp was heard. "Holy shit, Kid, why do you have so much stuff on your floor, who lives like this, I can't even WALK in here!"

MK never got to answer or be offended at the immortal before he was tossed over Wukong's shoulder as he made a break for it running through alleyways at breakneck speed before Pigsy's Noodles was no longer even in sight.

They stopped eventually, the immortal monkey putting MK down before looking around to make sure they hadn't been tailed by the other immortal. After a couple minutes it was clear that Macaque had either not followed him due to the blinding effects of the flash paper or had not been able to catch their trail. The two of them each breathed a sigh or relief, looked at each other...

And immediately burst into laughter.

They couldn't help it! It was just... so ridiculous! All that over a heisted couch. Pigsy was sure to be upset at the damage to MK's apartment but given Mystic Monkey Business and all he was certain that the fact it was only a broken window this time would be a decent balm on the damage.

"Macaque is going to get you back for this," MK managed to get out through laughs. "We lost him and now he's going to find another way to get you back, I know it."

"What's he gonna do, steal my couch?"

~

"HE STOLE. MY COUCH."

"How'd he even get to the mountain?"

"HE. STOLE. MY. COUCH!"

"I think you're missing the bigger issue he-"

"HESTOLEMYCOUCH!"

"I KNOW STOP YELLING!"

MK slapped a hand over Wukong's mouth, only barely cutting off and muffling the scream of disbelief and frustration that the Monkey King let out at the state of things.

"Why are you focused on the fact that Macaque stole your couch and not the fact that he somehow got into the part of Mount Huaguo that we have to let someone into, BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE. and for some reason he ONLY stole your couch?"

"Oh, he's broken in before," Wukong answered once he pried MK's hand away from his face. "But I can't believe that asshole! I stole his couch as a joke, stealing mine back is just petty."

"What do you mean he's broken in before?" MK continued, voice tense and high and totally not at all feeling suddenly very anxious about this new knowledge. "Macaque's just been able to come and go as he pleases this whole time?"

"Yeah, kinda. Not exactly as he pleases but he can just come in I guess."

"These are the kinds of things you need to tell your student- I thought we talked about proper communication as one of our first lessons!"

"... oops?"

~

"When did you get a new couch?" Red Son asked with a raised brow, watching as the immortal monkey lounging on it swished his tail back and forth in contentment.

"Heisted it," Macaque answered with a smirk. "Totally worth it. But next time I'm stealing Peach's tv too, this is so comfy I could use some proper entertainment."

"YOU STOLE SUN WUKONG'S COUCH???"

[kusagrasskusa]

Fell! Sans X Reader - "Boss is gonna kill me-"

Here at the Hamilcult, we support fluff fanfics in cringy fandoms that likely implement OOC cannon characters. That was sarcasm but even so, just know that this might be sorta OOC and this is fluff :3

Also, prepare for a Wattpad level written story and a shitty plot. I just got done writing a 7000 worded fanfic and frankly, I need a b r e a k.

Forgive me for I have sinned writing this

~~~~~~~

Y/N yawned, rubbing her tired eyes before laying back on her chair. She sunk deep into her warm coat, the fluffy fur on the hood making her feel more relaxed. The coat was oversized black and red with big pockets, perfect for a human in a place like Snowdin. After all, at the post near the conveniently shaped lamp, Y/N was waiting in the blistering cold. Well, the scenery looked peaceful but it definitely was snowing and the air was terribly cold. The fur on the coat rubbed against her face, making her cheeks turn red from the contrast heat of it and the cold air.

She whined and pulled the coat over her head when a few snowflakes touched her face. "Cold," she mumbled tiredly. Y/N flipped her body to the side and whined again. This time, the problem was how uncomfortable her position was. So she tossed over to the other direction and laid her head against the chair. "...the chair is uncomfortable," she tiredly whined.

"If it's that bad then just fucking leave," a rough, annoyed voice spoke. It was Sans, the slightly taller skeleton with a red sweater on and without his coat. "I want my coat back anyway. You're getting ya' human scent in it and I don't want that kinda trouble," he continued. Y/N huffed and sat up straight. She was around his size to sat the least, but a bit thinner and shorter.

"But I thought you wanted me out here," she retorted. "You clearly get lonely here after a while so I wanted to stay with you."

"Yeah, well stayin' with me hasn't brought more customers, has it?" He replied, turning his head towards the younger girl. His red eyes seethe into her soul basically, but Y/N just giggled at his serious expression. The hood covered half her face so her eyes were widen, which they usually were. It's strange because even without the hoodie, something is always covering her eyes whether it's her hair or not. And without a barber in Snowdin and hundreds of people who want to murder her for being human, Y/N hair is bound to grow out anyway.

"You're so funny sometimes Sans," she complimented with a sweet smile on her face. "You have such a cute look when you're mad...well actually, I don't think I've ever seen you not mad before. I wonder what a genuine smile would look like..." she mumbled sleepily. Sans felt his cheeks light up a bit so he turned away from her, rolling his eyes. He wasn't used to such words at all.

"Huh?–" Sans jumped as he felt the girl's arms wrap around his body softly. She had slipped her arms out of the coat for Sans to out his arms in.

"Put the coat back on. It's big enough for me to fit back here," she giggled quietly as she rested her head on Sans's shoulder. Sans felt his fa e turn red and his body tense; he growled and turn his head towards her.

"I gave the damn thing to you, so wear it properly !"

"But you're cold and you're coat can fit us both."

"I don't care!" Sans hissed back, making Y/N giggled. The two friends often had times like this; wholesome and adorable with Sans getting all flustered. Sans barely even saw her a friend as he promised he would never let anyone get too close to him so he doesn't turn soft. But Y/N's persistent and sweet personality really struck him hard. Of course, he wouldn't go as far as to crush on her, right? No, their just good friends...

Y/N' cheeks puffed out and she pouted her lip like an upset toddler. "Sans, please? Just this once?" She asked as she squeezed him into a tighter hug. Sans scoffed and shook his head.

"No! What am I, some pueny pawn? I will not sink that fucking low," Sans seethed. Y/N was silent for a few moments before simply letting go of her tight grip and going lip against Sans's back. She head remained on his shoulder and luckily his sweater cushioned the feel of his bones, making this a comfortable position.

"I like this much better," she said tiredly with a warm smile on her face. Sans was sitting on a rather large chair that he got in order to find better sleeping situations without sliding off it, but because he was sitting on the edge of the chair, Y/N could easily slide behind him. She sat on her knees that were either side of him and yet it was so comfortable for her. "You're more comfortable than a chair." Her voice got lower and softer each time he spoke but it didn't lose its sweetness once.

"Yeah, well I ain't no damn pillow Y/N. Get the hell off me... Hello?" He asked when he didn't get a response. He turned his head to face the girl and saw her completely emersed into the dream world. It's true that he couldn't see her eyes, but he still could tell. He sighed heavily and turned his head in front of him.

"Huh‐ Ah!-" Y/N shrieked as she was pushed into the freezing snow.

"Ahahaha!" Sans laughed hard as he watched Y/N freak out. "I told you I wasn't no damn pillow!" He laughed as he put his hands on his knees. Y/N whined she stood straight up and glared at him. She walked over to him with a pout on her lip and lightly punched his arm.

"Hmph!" Sans chuckled at her adorable attempt at being angry and bopper her nose rough enough to push her away a bit.

"Was that supposed to make me feel bad, human? Well lemme tell ya', that just won't do," Sans spoke as his smile grew cockier.

"I wasn't even trying to hurt you, so don't start that," Y/N retorted. Sans rolled his eyes while he kept up his cocky smile. He shrugged and pu

"Yeah, sure. You fists are as strong as a fly's. You couldn't hurt me, even if you tried," he pushed. Y/N hmphed and shook her head. She pulled her arm back and punched him right in the shoulder as hard as her tired arm could. Sans just snickered and didn't even flinch.

"Wait, was that the best you got? I heard you humans are supposed to be strong." Sans shrugged his shoulders before pulling his hands out of his pockets and stretching. "Whatever, I guess it doesn't matter all that much. If you ever did decide to attack me, it's not like you'd live long enough to be able to lay a hit on me. And anyone else down here would have no problem given all they got to some little girl."

"I'm 20."

"Doesn't matter," Sans said as he put his hands back in his pockets. Y/N sighed and shook her head.

"You know I wouldn't hurt anyone down here as much as I know you wouldn't hurt me, Sans," her soft replied. To be honest, his name being spoken so sweetly had a good ring to Sans' ears.

"Yeah, well you can't blame me for being cautious. You humans put us down here, remember? You humans murdered so many monsters for no fucking reason then trapped the rest of us down here with your strong souls as aid. Then a few fallen human children came down here and either murdered a little, a large portion, or one of us. Still, you humans seem to be naturally turned to a genocide even though you have fucking everything you can possibly want on the surface. Us monsters have nothing, not even a real sun or moon, to make us happy, so our rage is justified." Sans finished his train of thought with a scowl; he turned his head towards the snow building up on the ground and glared at it. Y/N frowned, holding her arms to her chest.

"...Hey, Sans. It stopped snowing, so we don't have to worry about a blizzard keeping us from going to Grillby's," Y/N said as she looked out of the post, finally noticing the snow had stopped falling.

"Why would I worry about a blizzard? I got a shortcut that'll get us there in no time," he smirked and looked up at her. Y/N cocked her head questioning, humming. "Just follow me, aight," he spoke as he walked behind the post. Y/N caught up with him in no time while holding the sides of the coat close to together instead of zipping it. The sleeves just hung by her sides as she still wanted Sans to wear the coat with her cuddling up behind him, mostly because she could still use the hoode that way.

As they walked up to a tree, suddenly, Sans chuckled. The next moment, they were at the doorway of Grillby's and the absorbed by heat and warm light. Y/N looked around her frantically and confused, "how did you do that?"

"Ya humans got strong souls, us monsters have magic," he explained with a cocky smile. "Now let's go sit down at the bar instead of the booth this time. That drunk bunny annoys the shit outta me," he mumbled the last part as he walked over to the bar with Y/N following.

As she passed the dogs, one of them called out, "wait, is that a human? Isn't that the one we fought before?" It was Dogamy who spoke out, then causing her husband to talk back.

"I think so, yes, the one that turned into a puppy that liked to pet other dogs!"

Y/N giggled tiredly as she sat down at the bar besides Sans, listening on their conversation a few seconds longer before returning her focus to Sans alone. "I want a burger," she mumbled.

"Aight," Sans replied. He signaled for Grillby to walk over after he finished making a drink for another customer. The being of purple fire had what looked like a jagged white frown for a mouth, and he wore a skintight black vest with a white undershirt with rolled up sleeves and black jeans as his attire. He vest was also low cut, so an outline of his chest was visible. Although he had a serious tone, he definitely seemed like he could flirt successfully to any person he wanted.

"What," Grillby's echoy voice rung. The purple fire that made up his body flickered and cracked, making Y/N smile from the satisfying sound.

"Two burgers, put it on my tab," Sans replied, leaning on the counter with a mustard bottle in his hand. Grillby wrote down his order and walked towards the kitchen door with a "fire onlt" sign on it. He walked inside the kitchen and came out with a drink; it was F/D, something Y/N typically ordered when she came to the bar. He set the drink down in front of her.

"On the house," Grillby spoke. Y/N smiled softly at him, thanking him. "Tch," he responded before tending to other costumers. Grillby didn't really like Y/N, but he appreciated the little work and silence she brought him. She only spoke when spoken to, and she didn't order things that were hella hard to make and then complain about it. Sans growled, rolling his eyes.

"Fucking simp," he hissed. Y/N tilted her head, humming.

"Hmm? Why?" Y/N asked before taking a sip if her drink.

"He's losin' money by given out free drinks. And of anyone, to you."

"Well," Y/N smirked sweetly. "I come here a lot and that attracts monsters who want to see the human. So by being tourist attraction, he makes more money," she explained. Sans scoffed, his cheeks reddening.

"Whatever." Aww, our bebe skeleboi is jealous of the big, tall, muscular fire dude! Y/N giggled, patting him on the shoulder.

"I really appreciate you bringing me here with you. When you decide to pay your tab, remind me to contribute enough money to help." Sans shrugged, smirking.

"People like you are too nice down here, really."

"It feels nice to help someone."

"It's not so nice when people try to kill you over it," Sans retorted. Y/N frowned, nodding.

"I guess I didn't grow up down here so there isn't much for me to say, but I can't help but think everyone down here is kind but hurt. I mean, there's a lot about you I noticed that aren't so...pleasant, but you managed to treat me like a person with emotions and opinions. I doubt that of hundreds, you're the only one down here like that," she explained. Sans sighed again, rubbing his eyes.

"Like I said, people like you are too nice down here." Sans finished the conversation this way and then came a long moment of silence. In that time, Grillby came over with two plates with burgers on them. He set them in front of the two.

"Here."

"Thank you, Grillby," Y/N thanked with a warm smile on her face. Grillby silently nodded at her before walking away. She grabbed the ketchup and poured some on her burger, whereas Sans barely acknowledged what was happening around him. He was getting caught up in his thoughts right now, a bit overwhelmed with them actually. Finally, he stood up and walked away from the bar, heading out the front door. Y/N hummed and took a bite of her burger, watching Sans leave.

She set her food down and ran after him, leaving the restaurant right when he did. "Is everything alright?" She asked worriedly, making Sans scowl.

"God, y'know, you gotta stop assuming something's wrong. I'm fine. And either way, I wouldn't tell you some edgy shit no one cares about," Sans replied. Y/N was silent at first, then she took off the coat she still had on. Her hair brushed over her eyes as she did that, making them impossible to see. She put the hood on top of Sans' head before wrapping her arms together coldly. "Why do you're eyes always do that?"

"Do what?" She asked.

"If they ain't covered by a hood, it's covered by your hair. If not your hair, someone's or something's blocking your face. If it's not that, then you're head it turned away from view. It's weird," Sans explained. Y/N hummed, not noticing that until now.

"Well... Do you want to see my eyes?" She asked as she brought her hands up. She was wearing one of Sans's red shirts, which sorta made this moment more cliche but who cares. Sans slowly nodded, curious. Then Y/N pushed her hair out of her face, revealing her normal looking E/C eyes. Well, aside from the kindness and care that laid within them. And it was that feature that hit Sans first.

"Woah," he mumbled, tuning his full body towards her. "That's beautiful!" Y/N giggled, making Sans' face redden. He opened his mouth to form a quick insult to her in order to make him seem like he didn't mean it, but Y/N spoke first.

"Thank you. Your eyes are very pretty as well. It has a nice color to it, too," she replied softly. Sans huffed silently, looking to the side.

"I, uh...thanks," he mumbled as he put his hand in his pockets. He sighed and put coat on right, burying his face in the hood fur. It was obvious that he was pretty flustered right now and reddened, as he did truly feel his chest warm when he was around Y/N. It was strange for him to feel this way so he typically pushed his feelings away and told himself that he was just her guardian per say. But he knew deep down in his heart it wasn't true.

"Look, I got something to say to you," Sans pushed more harshly then intended. "And I don't wanna hear any of this being told or heard by other monsters, got it? This is us and us alone, ya understand? This shit is hard to say, so..." he drifted off. The snow was started to pick up again, making the scene look more aesthetic.

Y/N nodded, listening to him closely when began talking. "This shit isn't said very often down here; no, it's not said at all actually. But you're human, and you have a different heart so..." he trailed off again, scratching the back of his head. He looked Y/N in the eyes and gave her a flustered glare like if he was embarrassed, which she took no offense to. "I don't just give anyone the right to take my coat, waste my time, bother me, stop me from sleeping, and more. It's just you and Boss, and even he has less power than you."

He continued after a deep breath. "And its not because you're human or I pity you. In fact, I couldn't care less if you're soul is strong, since I could still break it; I couldn't care less if you fell down here, since we're trapped down here too. I let you do because... it's like a bandaid, just gotta say it... I care about you. Not even like a sister or close friend, no, I mean if you were about to be shot, I would jump in front of bullet so you could liev put your life happily. I love you."

Y/N was silent, sorta just staring. Her whole body was shook, frozen, and in shock. She didn't even know what she just heard or if she was dreaming. She even forgot that she was freezing due to being too caught up in her feelings. Sans stood there silently for about 10 seconds as well, before he face-palmed and grew red jn embarrassment. That's when a tear escaped the corner of Y/N's eye and a large smile grew on her features.

"Sans," she replied sweetly as she walked over to him. She fell forwards on him and wrapped her arms around the inside of the coat, around his sweater. The embraced him tightly and said, "I love you too!" Sans felt his heart move a little and a new feeling wash over him. Without being able to control it, he felt a genuine smile grow on his face as he hugged her back tightly.

"I'm so...glad," he breathed out heavily, his nerves relaxing. The two stayed in that position for a while before eventually breaking off. Y/N pecked him on the cheek before grabbing his hand.

"We should go back inside, hehe. The food'll get cold," she said as she motioned to the door. Sans nodded nervously, chuckling.

"Yeah, and Grillby will be pissed if we wasted food. I don't wanna deal with that again." The two fo them walked inside the restaurant/bar, they started their way back to the bar. Yet when they got in, the bar was silent. I mean, the restaurant was pitch silent; not only that, but many eyes were on them as they walked in. Y/N completely ignored their exists' and sat down on the barstool, picked up her burger and ate it. Luckily was still warm. Sans on the other hand was hella nervous. No, he was fucking terrified.

Grillby walked over to the two and leaned forward, so than when he whispered, only they could hear. "The bunny chick saw you two hug and kiss. Just play it cool, and they'll forget all about it in a few days." Well shit, Sans thought. Boss is gonna kill me when he finds out.

Y/N just ate her burger in peace, not really caring if other people knew about them. After all, it's their choice to laugh about like a boy kindergartener complaining about holding hands with a girl because it means their "dating," or to hear about it and mind their own business.

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THE MANY CRUSHES OF LUKE PATTERSON... AND THE ONE THAT STUCK

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1982

Luke Patterson's first crush ever was Haley Martin. He adored the colour of her hair — like the clementines his mom bought — and the way she finger-painted, enough for his four year old eyes to stare at her in awe.

He watched her make mud pies in the sandbox from the monkey bars, only to ruin them to get a rise out of her. He couldn't understand why she didn't like him the way he did, so he nagged his mom to explain.

"Teasing girls should be fun for them too, sweetheart," she soothed. "This Haley clearly didn't like it."

He blinked. "Huh?"

Her smile stayed warm, similar to hot chocolate and whenever grandpa conjured candies from behind his ear. "Why don't you share your grapes with her tomorrow? I'm sure she'll like that."

His nose scrunched up. "Why?"

"Because it's sweet, Luke."

"I don't get that," he shrugged. "But I'll try."

The next day, he sat beside her during storybook time and that seemed to help a little already. By the time it was lunch, her mood was lifted, which excited him too, and urged him to offer the grapes.

It earned him a featherlight kiss on the cheek.

Luke squeaked in surprise, flushing a firetruck red, to which she giggled and plopped another grape in her mouth.

Three days later, his crush was gone from his mind and he began sharing his grapes with his new friend Reginald instead.

1986

"Can you ask Jessica what she thinks of me?" Luke hurriedly whispered, eyes flickering between Reggie and the girl from across the courtyard.

Normally, Luke Patterson exuded confidence. The resident class clown, always opening his jaw to react to the teacher without raising his hand, catching fights with stupid classmates, sneaking into dad's stationwagon to create mixtapes.

Fearlessness was his freaking middle name. (It was actually Beck, but whatever. He wished it was something cool like Duran Duran though.)

But when it came to girls... he got so nervous. Because they were girls! He didn't understand them! They hated rambunctious boys and only listened to stupid pop music and blabbered about how they stole makeup from their sisters.

Jessica, however, somehow made his heart flutter and his stomach twist up. She just looked cool in her dungarees and she had a pretty smile and she didn't wear that overwhelming, sugary perfume that was now popular.

Reggie snickered, in the way only eight year old boys could. "You liiiiiiike her!"

"No!" He scowled. "I–I'm just curious."

"Sure," he drawled, but then shrugged in agreement, the oversized leather jacket rustling on his shoulders. He stole it from his older brother after he saw him kissing (!!!) some girl and figured it held some magic to impress the ladies with.

"Just do it!"

With a dramatic flourish, the boy left their hiding spot, Luke lurking around the corner of the alcove to watch. Jessica looked up from her hard work of creating friendship bracelets and smiled at Reggie.

Oh, gosh. She was pretty.

A minute later, a sheepish Reg slowly crawled back to him, cheeks red and fiddling with the zipper of his jacket.

Luke grabbed his shoulders, urgent. "What did she say?"

"Uh... well..."

"C'mon, dude!"

Reggie sighed. "She... likes me, buddy. Sorry."

His hopeful face crashed into one of devestation, quickly covering it up with a laugh and a squeeze of the shoulder. Oh, man, what would Steven Tyler do?

"That– that's dope!"

In the end, Reggie and Jessica were boyfriend and girlfriend for a week while he wrote an angry poem about how stupid dungarees were.

Huh... it was surprisingly good.

1988

"Hey, Luke," Gwenn greeted, shy, tucking her hands in her Camp Wacky Rocka hoodie. "I really liked that song you made about your guitar."

Jumping from the tree branch to the ground, Luke dazzled her with an appreciative smile. From above, Reggie and their new friend Alex watched on curiously.

"Thanks!"

Who would've thought that summer camp would be the first time he made a real, girl friend! Gwenn was super cool and she played the saxophone and she liked Joan Jett and her hair was all curly and big and it reminded him of pretty clouds.

Looking over her shoulder, he noticed a gaggle of girls staring at them. Like they were waiting.

Gwenn stared at him. "Can you close your eyes?"

He frowned. "Why?"

"Just 'cause."

Whatever. Maybe she wanted to show him something cool and would stick it in his hand. Complying, he closed his eyes and impatiently waited, bouncing on his heels.

"So?"

Suddenly, he felt a light, warm touch on his mouth and — oh! She was kissing him!

Luke staggered back in surprise, gawking at a blushing Gwenn as she squeaked a sorry and ran back to the now giggling and screeching girls. They ran away like a flock of birds.

It was a dare! His first kiss, stolen by a dare!

His boys jumped down beside him, awed.

Reggie hollered. "You kissed Gwenn!"

"I don't get it," Alex muttered.

Luke's face twisted up in a sour expression. Camp Wacky Rocka should be all about the music and becoming legends and Gwenn ruined it!

He stuck his tongue out. "Whatever. Let's go to the mess hall!"

1989

When Luke turned eleven, he kissed someone for real.

His birthday party was at the arcade, loud chatter and robotic sounds clashing together in an amazing cacophony. His parents hated the place, which is why Luke loved it.

Of the twenty guests, Yasmine clapped the loudest after he finished his song with the boys — Math Is For Losers! — and grabbed his hand as they walked to a duel game.

Luke felt fuckin' giddy the entire time. (Freakin' in front of his parents, fuckin' with friends.) The swoop in his stomach, his cheeks stretched into a wide beam.

Freshly eleven and the king of the arcade, he boldly asked if he could kiss her.

She smiled, her purple headband glittering in the neon lights, and nodded.

It was short and warm and her lips tasted like pink lemonade and sour gummies and it gave him an entirely new buzz. It was exciting.

He kissed her a couple more times the days after, eager and curious, until she claimed she was now only interested in twelve year old boys.

Since Luke now held the record of most kisses between him, Alex and Reggie, he wasn't too bothered by it. They shook hands, complimented each other on the kissing, and that was that.

1992

"Are you or are you not my boyfriend?" Olivia bit, crossing her arms.

Luke sighed, lazy gaze drifting from her to his band waiting by their bikes. Damn, he thought having a girlfriend would be way easier. Why was she so tense?

"I am," he said. "Why do you think I'm not?"

"Because you ignore me, like, all the time!" Pouting, she fiddled with the hem of her tartan skirt. "And now you're going to be with your band!"

He shrugged. "You can come with us and listen, if you want."

Luke met Olivia this year as deskmates in French class. Her raven hair was long and thick and her lips were all shiny from lip gloss and maybe he got a little cocky, thinking he could be dating the hottest girl of freshman year, so he naturally asked her out.

Maybe he should've considered beforehand whether they had anything in common, but he'd always been the overzealous type. And besides... she was a good kisser.

She scoffed. "That's not any better. Whatever. I'll just hang with Tina and Priscilla then. Laters!"

Plopping a kiss on his lips, she turned around and stalked to her whispering friends. Luke puffed, adjusted the beanie and made his way to the boys.

Girls were confusing.

"I bet dating boys is easier," Alex mused. "Like, equally terrifying, but also... easier. I think. Maybe."

Bobby laughed. "How's the girlfriend, Luke?"

"Ha ha," he deadpanned. "Let's go. I got this new song, Crooked Teeth, and it's a fucking banger!"

Olivia broke up with him after Sunset Curve's first, official gig at the arcade with the explanation that he loved music more than her. He never loved her to begin with, so maybe that was the problem.

She made out with Bobby that same night.

Holy shit, man. He supposed that bitter feeling at the sight of them tasted like rock 'n roll, the one thing he actually craved.

What a funny, funny feeling. (He wrote a hell of a lot of songs about it after. He never quite looked at Bobby the same way either.)

1995

"Hey, Maisie." Leaning against the locker beside the girl, he shot her a million dollar smile. "You comin' to our gig tonight? It's at The Orpheum."

Maisie was fucking awesome. Always in short, flowery dresses and fishnet tights and thick eyeliner like a rockstar, always listening to something new on her walkman. She came from a rich family, but that didn't hinder them from becoming friends.

Her jaw fell slack in awe, him instantly gaining more confidence. Ducking his head to meet her eye, he leaned a little closer. He knew damn well what he was doing, and he got a thrill every time it worked.

"Really?" She gasped. "That's awesome! I'll so be there!"

"Sweet," he grinned. "And stay after too."

A brow quirked up, intrigued. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Just 'cause."

"Right," she drawled. "Nothing is 'just because' with you, Luke."

"And that's why you gotta stay," he teased, nudging her shoe with his. "To find out."

If they rocked that gig and he felt like a fucking legend, he hoped it would end with the two of them hooking up. He wasn't interested in dating — having learned his lesson after Olivia — and he knew she wasn't either, but she was fun.

And that was the most important to him: to have fucking fun. Luke Patterson was here for a good time, not a long time.

And if nothing happened between him and Maisie, then he'd still feel like a legend. In a couple of hours, he was going to play at The Orpheum! How gnarly was that?!

2022

Twenty-seven years later, Luke was still seventeen years old. While he preferred to not question the science behind ghostly activities — he flunked physics anyway — he was happy that he froze at this age.

Because Julie was seventeen, too.

And, man. He was madly in love with her.

He loved everything, from the babyhairs curling around her ears, to her voice and compassionate soul, to her beautiful smile, all the way to her cute, doodled sneakers.

Her epic music taste, her snark, the way she always found his gaze, the way she finished his lyrics, the way she always knew what to say to make him feel better.

His heart melted to a flickering candle whenever she hugged him, a raging wildfire erupting between every kiss. He was a fool for her.

"Stop moving," she giggled, one hand coming up to hold his chin.

He grinned, "Sorry, Jules."

Shifting closer, she dabbled more glitter on his cheeks. They were playing at a black-light club tonight, so Julie and Flynn bought all the glow in the dark makeup available at the store for the occasion.

They looked ridiculous in daylight, Julie's weirdly pink lipstick claiming all his attention, but he knew they'd look fucking cool once the lights went down.

"You want to watch a movie after the gig?" she whispered.

Luke rolled his eyes, playful. "You're gonna fall asleep."

"Yeah." With a bashful tilt of the shoulder, she leaned in closer. "But then you'll be with me."

"Julie! How scandalous," he teased, though his chest swelled at the thought of having some alone time, some cuddle time, with Julie.

"So?"

Murmuring a yes, he closed the little distance to kiss her, sealing the deal, only for her to chase after him — an attempt to wipe the lipstick stain off his lips.

"Nah, keep it." A smirk grew. "So the people know."

She tsked. "Idiot."

"You like it."

"I'm still taking it off though, seeing as you're supposed to be a hologram," she pointed out. "But... you can kiss my lipstick away after the show."

He sighed, dreamy. "I love you."

Finishing his glitter and removing the stain, she dazzled him with a satisfied smile. "Love you too."

She rose up from the couch and went to search for Reggie, the boy likely with Carlos. For a moment, Luke was alone in the studio, allowing himself to sink into that warm, fuzzy feeling.

No matter how many blunders he went through with girls — Haley, Jessica, Gwenn, Yasmine, Olivia, Maisie — they all prepared him, in one way or the other, for Julie.

To not only recognise when an awesome girl was standing right in front of him, but also how to treat her — because Julie Molina deserved the fucking world.

Even if that world now included the supernatural.

Whatever. They were all a little crazy.

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