#okay i'm going to shut up and go to sleep now

[cosmosluckycharms]

Showtime☆

pt2

Lullaby In Blue

When you finally get to the manor, it's dark out.

You were so sleepy. You just wanted your momma. You just wanted your grandpa.

You assume that when you get home, your father will take you in with open arms and talk as sweetly as your momma said.

Unfortunately for you, unlike how momma described him, he's cold and hard to decipher...

You look up at him in a mix of curiosity and excitement. He looked so cool! he was wearing a fancy outfit and he just looked so cool! The only thing that threw you off was how he looked so.....tired.

"WOAH!! You look so cool! Are you my dad? Momma has said so many good things about you! How about that one time when you-" He cut you off.

"Alfred, show her to her room if you will." he started walking away.

Your heart broke a little at that, but it's okay! You win him over sometime! For now, you need a nap.

Alfred walks you to your room while profusely apologizing about Bruce.

You walk into your room. And it's clear they didn't do much research on you...

The toys were better suited for a kid younger than you, maybe around 4 or 5 years old.

You don't complain though, the room is huge and you have a bigger bed than you can imagine!

You have your bedroom and walk-in closet! Alfred says to sleep and tomorrow they'll sort out the room and make it more for you.

The next morning you wake up and decide to unpack a bit.

You didn't have much, just a few clothing items, jewelry from your momma, a few picture frames, and some of momma's old stuff such as paintings and her cassettes of movies.

As soon as you finished unpacking Alfred came to call you down for breakfast.

You go downstairs to see at the table your father, a boy around 23 with black hair, and another boy who looked around 18 years old with also black hair with a white patch.

You introduced yourself to them like your momma taught you.

"Hello!! im Y/N L/N!!! Well, actually I don't know about L/N now because technically he is my dad," you point to Bruce. "I'm kinda hungry," before you could continue with your ramble Alfred shut you up with a plate of pancakes in front of you.

It's clear to everyone but you that 7 in the morning is too early to be this hyper and nonsensical.

"Oo! pancakes! I love pancakes! They're my favorite! My grandpa makes it from scratch-" You pause for a second, a very slight stop that makes your eyes water up a little.

No one could notice it.

Well besides the literal detectives sitting at the table.

You continued rambling for a bit before Alfred mentioned a playground in the backyard, recently designed for you.

"WOAH that's so cool! Can I go play on it? Please?" you made sure to drag the 'e' in 'please', that's how it always worked on momma.

He allowed you to and you quickly got off your chair.

You were about to play outside before realizing you were nowhere near ready to play outside, you still had your PJs on, and your fuzzy socks!

You ran to your room to get ready for the day, which was difficult because momma would always help usually

You were trying not to look sad, you shouldn't be sad. You should be thankful for all the things they're doing for you.

After a couple of hours of playing on the mini playground, you got tired.

You decided to get back inside and eat.

You went inside and saw it was empty. You decided to go into your room and take a nap.

You walked in and realized you forgot to go shopping with Alfred! All the things in your room were baby things, and you only had two other pairs of clothes to wear!

You didn't mind though.

You lay down on the carpet and fell asleep immediately.

It wouldn't hurt to sleep for a while...

You woke up a couple of hours later.

You woke up silently crying, you had a dream about the day you and your momma and grandpa went to a theme park.

You couldn't remember much about the dream, only that you had so much fun.

You don't know why you're crying, you had a great time, did you not?

You didn't understand. This shouldn't be happening.

To calm yourself down, you started humming the lullaby your momma sang to you.

It worked slightly.

You decided to get up and eat, you were hungry and hadn't eaten earlier.

You went downstairs and saw a boy no older than 15 eating a bowl of cereal.

You hadn't met him yet, so you tried to introduce yourself to him!"HELLO! My name is Y/n l/n!!!!! What's your name??"

Unfortunately for you, you caught him at a bad time. He had been working on a case since 7:30 am and this was his break.

"Leave me alone," he said, in a obviously tired tone.

Well, obvious to everyone but you.

You continued asking him questions, only for him to ignore you, grab the bowl of cereal, and walk away to his room.

You looked at him with a confused look on your face.

Your stomach rumbled a bit before you snapped out of it and grabbed yourself a bowl of cereal too.

You ate alone at the table.

The next day while outside in the garden, you saw a boy playing with a dog.

The dog looked so cute! You decided to talk to the boy.

"HELLO!! Im y/n l/n!! it's nice to meet you!!"

You started asking him a lot of questions, like what his name was, what the dog's name was, are you guys were siblings, and more!!

The excitement you had to meet others was overwhelming to some people.

He ended up getting the dog to chase you away.

You ran to your room and stayed there the entire day.

You wanna go home.

You ended up finding out their names at one point or another.

The 23-year-old one was Richard "Dick" Grayson, the 18-year-old one was Jason Todd, the one that shooed you away while eating cereal was Timothy "Tim" Drake, and the boy who got his dog to chase you was Damian Wayne.

You don't understand why they didn't want you, you weren't mean or evil like those villains you saw in the books momma read you, so why did they not want you?

You tried getting into hobbies you didn't care about so you guys could talk about them.

You joined a book club, which you kind of disliked since it was so quiet.

You joined gymnastics, which you were good at and kind of enjoyed, it did help you get your energy out, though!

You tried coding, which you didn't like at all.

You tried art, which you were okay at.

Nothing really stuck!

And it's not like it helped with getting your family to notice you.

It didn't matter to them, they had Gotham to help.

You didn't have actual hobbies or interests for a while.

Not until you were 12.

You had signed up for theater in middle school, and the teacher was nice enough to take you all on a field trip to a play.

It changed your life.

You knew immediately that that's what you wanted to do.

You wanted to spread smiles, just like how this play had spread joy to you and others.

You wanted to perform on stage for others!

You knew this was what you wanted!

As soon as you got home you asked Alfred if for your birthday you could have a stage.

One that was going to be demolished soon due to not bringing in any money.

He decided to think about it.

It was a strange request coming from you.

You never really asked for things like this.

You never really asked for non-neccesities at all!

But he decided to not think about it too hard.

feeding my like 2 emu!reader enjoyers lmfao

oml this took so long

guys lowk im so tired

anyways this is ass

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@shirp-collector-of-fixations @maybeethan69 @iluvcatzz @tacendxx @ninihrtss

[cupidbedsy]

🌻with Connor please, maybe about him coming home late from a game and just having dinner and cuddling (like a domestic night with him)

✿ CUPID'S FLORAL SHOP ✿

here's a freshly picked sunny sunflower 🌻 !

warnings: the oilers game from wednesday but other than that nothing !

word count: 567

florist cupid: i had to add the game from wednesday just bc it ran late so i apologize but don't worry, it's all fun and cuddly from there :) also thank you for requesting for connor sweet nonnie, i absolutely adore him so much

the game ran late, not only because it started so late but because it also went into overtime. it was frustrating, to come back and then lose in overtime and then have to sit through media, but now as he sits in his car, all he wants to do is go home to you, eat some food, and go to sleep.

he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex, turning off the car as he sits in silence for a few moments. he doesn't want to bring any of the negativity into your apartment, he just wants a quiet night in with you.

he runs a hand through his hair, taking his beanie off as he does so, before climbing out of the car and heading into the building.

when he opnes the door, he his met with the sight of you sitting on the counter, on your phone, laughing about something. the tension eases from his body as he sees you, kicking his shoes off and walking over to stand between your legs, "hi baby."

your eyes light up, putting your phone down and drawing him closer as your legs wrap around his waist, "hi!"

he smiles, letting you guide his head to your chest, sighing in content as your fingers play with his hair and scratch his scalp. your free arm wraps around his shoulders, bringing him impossibly close as you continue to cradle his head.

"sorry about the game."

your voice pulls him from his thoughts, pulling back to look up at you, "'s okay. don't wanna think about it right now."

you nod, brushing the strands of hair from his forehead, before cupping his face and bringing him in for a kiss. his hands come to rest on your thighs, using his thumbs to rub small circles against your skin as he kisses you back, biting your lip softly.

when you pull away, the two of you are slightly out of breath but you just smile down at him, "you hungry?"

he nods and pulls away so you can hop down from the counter but as soon as your feet land on the ground, he's bringing you into another hug, resting his head on you're shoulder.

you can't help but giggle at his affectionate nature, "someone's clingy tonight."

"shut up."

you laugh again, detangling yourself from him so you can walk to one of the cabinets to see what the two of you have. you pull out a box of kraft mac and cheese, turning to look at him, raising in eyebrow in question.

"yeah. that's good enough. i'll be back, i'm going to go change." he presses a kiss to your temple, leaving you to start boiling the water.

you're only waiting for two minutes, the water has barely started bubbling, and he's back out there, slipping his arms around your waist, leaning his chin against your shoulder.

the two of you don't say much, it's mostly just connor watching you stir the noodles in the pot before he takes the pot to strain them. he stirs in the cheese while you grab two bowls, placing them on the counter next to the stove.

you eat on the couch, turning on a random movie and once you finish, the bowls are left haphazardly on the coffee table in front of you, cuddling into connor's side as you finish the movie.

back to the shop ! ; navigation !

[cyberstrm]

-> sweet and scarred

dr greg house x gn!reader

cws: mentions of surgery, healed surgical scars, house being house, slightly spicy making out

a/n: mouse bites

you watched greg get changed while you sat in his giant double bed. you had just got back from your seventh date, and things were going very well. he was funny, kind, with a hint of angst which definitely intrigued you. you'd met through your friend Allison, who had invited you to a charity drive for the hospital she worked at, and met greg. although she had warned against involving yourself with him, you couldn't help it, and the next thing you knew, you were going on dates with your friends boss and slowly but surely, falling for him.

"you alright?" greg's voice cut through the silence, now in a tshirt and joggers. he limped to the edge of the bed, but didn't sit down.

"y-yeah, sorry. just lost in thought." you replied, smiling. you started taking your jacket off, slightly nervous. "thanks for letting me stay the night"

"what kind of gentleman would i be if i let you walk home in the rain?" he asked rhetorically. "here, you can sleep in this"

he chucked an oversized grey tshirt at you.

"thank you," you smiled.

"i'll be on the couch," greg mumbled, "goodn-"

"stay," you said quickly, unsure where your confidence had come from. "i-if that's okay," you felt your cheeks grow hot.

"sure" he replied, wondering round to the other side of the bed and lying down. "you can get changed, i promise i won't look," he shut his eyes with a comical and exaggerated squeeze.

you chuckled, and quickly stripped and slid into the tshirt. you chucked your clothes to the floor, making a mental reminder to not forget them tomorrow. as you changed, you ran a hand over your stomach, feeling the scar tissue under your palm.

truthfully, the reason you had attended the charity drive for the hospital with allison was because two years ago that hospital saved your life. the emergency surgery you required had left you with a large abdominal scar. you felt quite neutral about it, but when it came to dating and intimacy, it was a source of anxiety.

you laid on your side, looking at greg, who still had his eyes shut.

"you can open them now" you giggled. greg blinked his eyes open, and turned in bed to face you. his eyes scanned you, lingering at your bare legs.

"suits you," he mumbled, not taking his eyes off you.

you were both silent for a few moments, before greg moved his hand and gently put it on your waist. his thumb stroked your skin affectionately, making your stomach flutter. his hand wondered, first to your ass, then back up to your hips, waist, lower stomach. as he inched towards the scar, you flinched.

"don't," you muttered, grabbing his hand.

greg's eyes narrowed, and you saw a flicker of his diagnostic curiosity in his steely eyes.

"why" he asked, but his hand didn't move or continue moving upwards. you could tell he wasn't asking 'why' because he wanted to overstep your boundaries, or was angry that you hadn't let him explore, it was more that he was just incredibly nosey.

"because i said so," you laughed, moving his hand and placing it gently back to your waist.

greg sighed. "i know you had surgery"

"what?" you replied, suddenly feeling quite exposed. "how-"

"i searched your medical records," you replied bluntly.

"wh- you what? jesus, that's such an invasion of my privacy!" you exclaimed, sitting up. you felt anger burning in your chest. maybe allison was right, maybe you shouldn't have got involved.

"i'm sorry, force of habit" he said casually, still lying down. when you didn't reply, he sighed again. "but you're right. it was an invasion of your privacy. i'm sorry."

you took a deep breath. at least he already knew, which saved you the effort of explaining. besides, allison had warned you, and it's not like your medical records were that interesting besides your surgery.

"it's okay. just...ask next time. don't go digging around."

you lay back down, facing him.

"you don't have to hide it," he said, looking into your eyes.

"hide what?"

he rolled his eyes. "your scar,"

you blushed, both from not getting what he meant and the idea of him not caring was both incredibly sexy and incredibly nerve wracking. you didn't say anything.

"i'll show you mine if you show me yours." he smirked. you thought for a moment, and nodded.

you both sat up, and he rolled up his joggers on his left leg. on his thigh was a shallow pit, like part of it had been scooped out. it was a slightly different shade that the rest of his skin. you could see the stitch scars, little dots circling the wound.

"wow..." you mumbled to yourself.

"you definitely can't beat me in the 'ugly scar' competition." he teased.

"it's not ugly, greg. it's a scar. can i..?" you nodded towards it, moving your hand towards his leg.

he thought for a moment. "be...be gentle." he said quietly. you'd never seen anyone look so vulnerable.

you caressed it gently, running your fingertips along the scar. you could hear him breathing shakily, and pulled away.

"thank you, for showing me." you whispered. you laid back down and leant on your elbow, and greg followed, looking slightly frazzled.

"give me your hand," you asked, and he did. you gently lead it up your shirt, and onto your stomach, where the scar was. you removed your hand and let him roam freely. he slowly lifted your shirt, and you were left unable to hide anything.

he leant down and kissed your scar, repeatedly. up and down the raised flesh, softly and with purpose. he kissed your entire stomach, down to your hips, and back up to the scar. you felt breathless, and if you weren't blushing hard before, you definitely were now.

"so beautiful," he mumbled to himself between kissing your skin.

he stopped and raised his head, before kissing your lips. he wasn't rough but he certainly wasn't gentle. he was hungry for your lips. before you knew it, you were straddling him, kissing him heatedly.

his hands gripped your hips, thumbs circling your skin gently. he occasionally stroked your scar, letting you get used to his touch.

you pulled away, breathless.

"w-we should probably get some sleep." you panted, looking at his bedside clock that read '1:56 am'.

he lightly grabbed your neck and pulled you in for one last kiss, before you hopped off and laid down.

"night, greg,"

"g'night."

[darkfictionjude]

Okay so I know this is a touchy subject already especially since certain people have already been bitchy about it before, but sometimes Crowny is genuinely difficult to play as. I feel super conflicted about them since they're the literal personification of "damn bitch you live like this?"

Realistically, progress isn't linear and different people get different results even if they do the exact same thing, but as of now it feels like they aren't really allowed to improve at all. If you study you're still mediocre leaning towards bad in terms of understanding. You try to workout you see absolutely no results, not even the tiniest bit. When it comes to the other characters, it's always one step forward and two steps back. When you give them a hobby or try to get them to pick up a skill they find little enjoyment. When people bother them they barely fight back or even argue, and when they do it's like a sarcastic quip or a grumble at most. By the end, they haven't even made a dent. These don't make them less of a person and it doesn't make them a failure since the world is quite literally out to get them, but it's like they aren't allowed any satisfaction in their life. (Yeah it's been like a month, maybe barely scratching two in the current timeline so maybe this contradicts what I first said about progress but I'm dumb as hell)

It's wild to go from the side quests, backstory segments, interactions with the ROs and then Crown family just for all the hype to fade when there's a segment with just Crowny all alone. I know that there's a reason for why they are the way they are, but I literally have to take breaks from reading their solitary moments sometimes because it seems to drag on. I know things aren't easy in this universe, I know the world is supposed to be cruel and unfair, but like can they at least get a cake for their efforts? Or a hug? Or be able to sleep through one night and wake up well rested?

I hope I'm not sounding like an asshole or a insane here. Personally, they're relatable in a lot of aspects. I may not have had supernatural shit going after me, but I had a lot of issues that many of their experiences brush way too close to. It's just the way it's presented that makes them feel like they're like the random piece of chewy cartilage in an otherwise perfectly cooked steak, unpleasant but I'm gonna eat it anyway.

I literally just wrote a whole ass book complaining, but I at least wanna say I do love your work, Crowny included even if my words seem to say otherwise, and I'm super excited to see what happens in the timeskip since i know this is like JUST the beginning. I'm like seriously praying my tone is coming off the right way if that's even possible. If you read through all this thanks. I'm not gonna hide behind anon because I at least wanna be able to explain myself if this comes across wrong.

but like can they at least get a cake for their efforts? Or a hug? Or be able to sleep through one night and wake up well rested?

Well no 😭😭

And that comes from the fact that they are self loathing, depressed as hell and have virtually no support system while dealing with things that they aren’t mature enough to handle, actually their mental health is getting far worse which is by design

I feel like perhaps some readers have not realized just how depressed crowny is. All the things you described about them finding little enjoyment, etc., are key markers of major clinical depression

I feel also people did miss the fact that crowny kind of exploded in the library they didn’t shut up, they didn’t let it go which I think is a positive because this is the first time they’ve have enough to say “enough”

Sorry but I like my things slow burn 💀 that Halloween party is meant to be a breakthrough for them and I think perhaps it’s been glossed over by some because what happened to James has gotten the most attention and the final moment in the woods. Crowny outed their “friends” for the first ever and fought back against their tormentor in only one single night. James for all his issues did the one thing that broke the camel’s back and pushed Crowny over the edge, all 7 episodes have led to this

Crowny is meant to fall before they come up that’s how I wanted it because realistically someone could not handle all of this without losing their mind. It has barely been two months, Crowny has only seriously hit the main plot in episode 4 which in the current timeline was about 3 weeks ago (from episode 7)

Truly the progress that crowny did make in episode 7 should have taken longer, people with crowny’s issues spend years in therapy before they feel they have the right to fight back.

There’s a reason episode 7 is the midseason finale. It’s not only about the plot but about crowny themself….

Dw you’re tune is fine I can usually tell when someone doesn’t think before they write 😭

[chocos-universe]

Art and fanfic inspo goes to @jarhrjoo

Thank you so much for letting me do this! Love your art!🫶

You're my friend!

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--Cheer up, Shrimpo! It's going to be okay!--

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|Lee - Shrimpo -- Ler - Goob|

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FT - Brightney, Poppy, Cosmo, Sprout, Finn, Looey, Teagan, Connie, & Rodger

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Mentioned - Boxten & Scraps

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×Shrimpo angst×

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Ships Included - Teacase (Teagan x Rodger, Romantic) AngryHugs (Shrimpo x Goob, Platonic)

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"I HATE YOUR LIGHT!! Shrimpo yelled at Brightney "Ugh! Don't you have anything better to do?!" Brightney turned around, her hands on her hips. "NO!" "Gee! Why are you such a burden?!"

Ouch.

"Your bow kinda makes you look ugly... just saying." Shrimpo mumbled to Poppy, rolling his eyes. "Well-- if it's so ugly-- take it!!" She put her bow on his head "Now you're ugly, Mr. Shrimp!" She laughed, shaking her head as Boxten just smiled, chuckling awkwardly.

Ouch..

"I hate things that float! This sucks!!" Shrimpo stomped his foot out of anger. "Um-- ehexCUSE you?" Connie spun around, putting her hand on her hips. "I wasn't talking to you!" "Then don't blabber your useless mouth!!" Connie huffed, floating away

Ouch...

"Ew-- this cupcake tastes awful..." Shrimpo muttered to himself. "Uh-- Sprout, don't--" Comso wrapped his arms around Sprout's arm. "No! If you hate it so much, why don't you just leave?! I'm sure nobody would notice!" Sprout snapped. "Sprout!!" Cosmos eyes widened.

Shut up...

Shrimpo looked down and picked up a thumbtack. "...When did this fall out?" Looey happened to walk by along with Finn. "AHH-! Not another thumbtack, Shrimpo!!" Looey jumped. "Wait--" Shrimpo got cut off. "Stay away!!" Looey screamed and ran "Wait! Looey! But Shrimpo didn't...-" Finn looked back to Looey, then Shrimpo. He gave the shrimp an apologetic glance before running after the balloon animal

What did I even do?..

Shrimpo was just walking around before he heard a scoff from Rodger. "Gonna insult my wife's dress again, ya prick?" Rodger asked, squinting his eye. Teagans eyes just widened. "Rodger! That isn't proper! He didn't even-- Shrimpo, I am so--" "Just leave me alone!!" Shrimpo stomped away

Everyone sucks...

I suck.

I'm awful...

Horrible...

I hate being myself...

Just leave me alone...

Shrimpo slammed his door shut, plopping on his bed and just crying into his pillow. This is the 8th time he's cried all week... Jesus Christ. This isn't fair. It's just how he was made... he didn't know how to change that. If he could, he would. Maybe... just maybe...

He'd finally have a friend?

Shrimpo woke up groggily. Looks like he's cried himself to sleep... again. He checked the time, 7 pm. He sighed tiredly and curled up in his bed. "Ugh... my head is pounding, eugh..." he got up, sliding over to his door as he went into the kitchen. Sprout and Cosmo were there, no surprise. Sprout looked at Shrimpo and glared. "Sprout." Cosmo warned, putting his hands ok his hips as Sprout just sighed. Shrimpo rolled his eyes, opened the cabinet, and grabbed some ibuprofen. He took a pill, washing it down with some soda before putting the bottle back in the cabinet, closing it shut. He took his soda, dragging his feet back to his room. He set his soda on his nightstand.

Meanwhile...

"Awh, gee... Sprout, Shrimpo looked so... sad!" Cosmo whined, looking at the hallway pitifully. "So?" Sprout huffed, stubborn. "So? Sprout, Shrimpo is still one of us! A toon! He may be rude, sure, but that doesn't mean acting like him." Comso scolded, slightly disappointed in his best friend. "I heard someone sad?" Goob popped out of nowhere, his hands dragging behind him. "Oh, Goob! Thank goodness. Yeah, Shrimpo's looked so... down lately. He's been... calm? This isn't like the shrimp we know. Somethings off... can you go cheek on him?" Cosmo turned around to talk to Goob, looking at him with his eyes filled with concern. "Oh... I don't know... he says he hates hugs!" Goob frowned, his cheeks puffing. "Awh, come onnn! Who can resist your little face?" Cosmo smiled, stretching Goob's cheeks out a bit, which made the fluffy craft giggle. "Hehe! Yeah... alright! I'll give it a shot!" Goob grinned, speed walking over to the rage room. Comso sighed in relief. "Hopefully, this'll work." Cosmo looked at Sprout with hope and a small sad smile. Sprout looked at his best friend with a sigh, giving the roll a small smile. "Me too, buddy... me too."

Goob walked over, knocking on the shrimps door. "Shrimpo? Shhhrrrrimppppoooo! It's me! Goob!!" Goob smiled as he called out to the rage stack. The door creaked open. "What ya want, fool?" "I wanna cheer you up? Pretty please? Can we talk?" ...Silence for a nice minute. "...Shrim--" "Fine. Just don't knock anything over with your fucking arms." Shrimpo growled, closing and unlocking the door. Goob chuckled nervously, sloppily moving his hand to his left arm as he walked in. He shut the door behind him and looked at the radioactive bomb. "Hey..." Goob waddled over, sitting next to him. Shrimpo just lied down, his head on his pillow as he crossed his arms. Goob frowned, placing his red hand on the shrimps shoulder. "...Wanna talk about it?" Shrimpo shook his head no. Goob hummed in thought. "Well, then, how am I supposed to help?" "You're the clingy one... you figure it out." Shrimpo replied sassily. Goob sighed, thinking. "Hmph... well, there's always ways to make others feel better! But, I like one in particular!" Before Shrimpo could even let out another breath, he got pulled into a hug on the crafts lap, his back up to the floof chest. "...What are you doing? You know I hate hugs." Goob giggled. "I know, you yelled it at me, many times, friend." Goob smiled. "...Friend?" "Yeah! Friend! Friends help each other, y'know." Shrimpo looked down and hummed. But, he was snapped out of his thoughts when Goob's extended arm-wire things looped around him. Shrimpo struggled but got his arms out. "Ugh! What are you doing?!" "Cheering you up!" Before he knew it, he felt two hands squeeze his sides.

"Pfft--! H-Hehehehey!" Shrimpo giggled out of surprise, curling up slightly. "Aww, this is the first time I've heard you laugh!" Goob cooed with a giggle. "Ahand the o-ohonly time! Gehehehehehee-- staaahahap!" "Definitely not the only time, goofball!" Goob giggled, his floof brushing against Shrimpo's back. "EEP-! Nahaho! Gohohohoob!!" Shrimpo squealed, now kicking his legs a bit. "Yes, silly? I'm just making you feel better!" "Nahahat wohohohohorking!" "Oh, I think it is!" Goob giggled, his hand slithering down to squeeze Shrimpo's knees. "ACK-- G-GoooHOHOHOHOHOooob!!" Shrimpo covered his face, curling his legs up, wiggling his feet up and down. "That's my name, don't wear it out!" Goob joked, squeezing Shrimpo's belly with one hand and his knees with the other. "GoHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOB!! STAAAHAHAHAHAP!!" Shrimpo snorted and squeaked once Goob's hand slid down to the Shrimps waist "Oooh! Did I find a spot? Did I find a spot?!" Goob teased in a high-pitched baby voice, making the fireball unbelievably flustered. "D-DOOOOHOHOHOHON'T-- OH FUHUHUHUHUCK!!" Shrimpo slammed his eyes shut, both legs kicking now. Too bad he couldn't exactly move. Damn extend-able long arms. "What foul language!" Goob chuckled, moving one of his hands up to the firecrackers underarms. "NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!!" Shrimpo slammed his arms down to his sides. "Awww, look at your blushy face!~" "I HAHAHAHAHAHAHATE THIS!!" "You hate everything..." Shrimpo just cackled, shaking his head. "Hmm.. I know Finn said this could be a bad spot--" Goob reached his free hand up to Shrimpo's tail (fin... thing? Yk, the thing on his head) and he SCREAMED. "NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT!!-- GOOB!- GOOOOHOHOHOHOB!!" Shrimpo had tears in his eyes, slightly squirming now. "Goodness me! Such a ticklish fella!" Goob giggled. "PLEHEHEHEASE!- I CAHAHA-- I CAAAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!" Shrimpo pleaded, shaking his head rapidly as some tears ran down his face. "Feel better?" "YEHEHEHEHES-- SO- SOHOHOHOHO FILLED WITH JOHOHOHOHOHOY!!" Goob snickered. "Sarcastic..." He mumbled before stopping, still holding the shrimp in a hug. "Haah-... aaahaha..." Shrimpo huffed and panted. "The fuhuck?.." Shrimpo snorted, wiping his tears away. "Tired?" "Kihinda..." Goob smiled and rested Shrimpo down. "You're still my friend, y'know, I wasn't just saying that." Goob pulled his arms back in place. Shrimpo stayed silent for a minute before scoffing. "Whatever..."

The Next Morning...

Shrimpo walked in the kitchen with a yawn, rubbing his eye. Goob was talking with Scraps before noticing the angry ball of fire. "Shrimpo!" Goob extended his arms, grabbing Shrimpo and pulling him into a hug. "AH-! Hey! What gives?! I told you I hate your hugs!!" Shrimpo snapped out, trying but failing to get out of the grip. Goob chuckled. "You don't." Shrimpo paused for a minute before slumping his shoulders. "Shut up..."

♡End♡

[cherrysurf]

Try again (osamu miya x f!reader)

Chapter 5; True love never dies?

contains; angst, smoking, angst, a tad bit of fluff.

also! the note is from “to all the boys i’ve loved before” lol.

When you arrived home, you broke down. It was all too much for you; all in just a couple of hours, it went from one extreme to another.

You sluggishly walked to the bathroom, opening the door to wash off all the energy from today.

You sit in the bathtub as the hot water hits your back, thinking about Osamu.

"What a coward," came out of your mouth. As tears slowly escaped your eyes once more, this time no cries were heard—just water falling down your face from the shower and your eyes. Soon after, you stepped out of the steamy shower, feeling slightly better than before.

You now sit in your living room with freshly washed PJs and a cup of your (his) favorite tea, staring into the void; with no thoughts, no feelings, just sitting on the couch.

You get a shudder down your spine, remembering how you felt this way when you and he ended things, but now it was because you were aware of how weak he was, not because you were hurt.

Then you hear your phone buzz next to you.

“Atsumu,” it read. You let out a heavy sigh.

“Hi.” You put on a smile as you spoke, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Hey.” A voice that wasn’t Atsumu’s, but similar to his, spoke.

“You’re not Atsumu.” You deadpanned, dropping the act.

“You can tell that easily?” Osamu sarcastically let out a forced laugh.

“Unfortunately, yes, I can. Now, why are you calling me on his phone?” A response filled with attitude was given to him.

“He’s home now and sleeping. I'm leaving; you can stop by anytime except the nights I’m going to be there.” He gave you the same attitude right back.

“Okay, sure, whatever… bitch.” You whispered the last part.

“What did you say?” he replied angrily.

“What did you hear?” you pretended to be clueless.

“I don’t know.” He huffed.

“Then I guess I will never know, huh? Anyway, I gotta go get dressed and make him some of his favorite sweets.” You swiftly hung up the phone afterward.

“BITCH ASS LIAR, except nights because I’m going to be there. OH, SHUT THE FUCK UP, OSAMU.” You yelled out in an annoyingly mocking voice as you tossed your phone onto the other couch.

You decided to collect yourself from that small outburst because letting your emotions take over wasn’t good for you. Plus, you had to start planning what to bake for Atsumu.

You loved baking things for the people you loved. Osamu was very well aware of that; after all, it was one of his favorite things about you.

You didn’t first start getting into baking until your first year of high school. Osamu was there throughout all the trials and errors of your baking history. From the salty cookies to the undercooked cake, he was there for it all. He was one of your biggest supporters throughout everything, and now it felt almost like his brother took that place in an instant.

You wonder if Osamu is feeling jealous about how you and Atsumu have gotten close again, but does it matter? Yes. Yes, it does.

Although Osamu is many things, knowing the reason why he left you makes your heart ache. Maybe calling him a coward and a bitch was just to mask the fact that you’d forgive him and try to get back with him.

Even though that ship probably sailed a long time ago. I mean, who knows what he’s up to these days? You got so mad and let your emotions take control that you have no idea how he is. Perhaps you shouldn’t try to be too harsh on him, but it is hard not to.

Suddenly, you hear the beep of the preheating oven go off, snapping you out of your drowning thoughts about Osamu.

You put the cinnamon rolls into the oven and go off to get dressed. You wear something casual since it’s just a small visit and to make sure Atsumu’s house is clean and easy for him to manage.

The drive over is quiet; today your thoughts have been so loud that it was enough to keep the radio off.

When you arrive at Atsumu's house, you shoot him a quick "I’m here" text and receive an instant reply with "doors open." You walk in, taking off your shoes.

“Tsumu, cinnamon rolls are here!” you yell throughout the quiet house.

“Bring them to my room, please,” he yells back.

You make your way towards the kitchen to pull out a plate from the cupboard so you can serve them.

“Do you need milk or anything to drink with it?” you yell once more.

“No, I have water right here,” Atsumu says.

“Kay,” you nod to yourself as you set the cinnamon roll down on the plate.

You start walking down the hall to head to Atsumu’s room. Seeing the door wide open, you let yourself in to find him with a beaming smile. You couldn’t tell if it was for you or the cinnamon rolls, but regardless, you’re just happy he’s smiling.

“Thanks for stopping by,” his hands reach out for the plate of sweets.

“Of course. Did Osamu give you food before he left?” you pull back the plate just in case he didn’t eat regular food before shoving his mouth with junk.

“Yeah, he made me onigiri. You know that’s his whole thing now,” he says, finally grabbing the plate out of your hands.

“Oh, that’s good you ate,” you say, pausing for a moment because you did not know that was his “whole thing” now.

“Yeah, there’s leftovers in the microwave if you want one. I’m sure you haven’t eaten since the hospital; that’s been like hours ago, so you should eat. Bring it back to my room so you can keep me company,” Atsumu speaks with a mouth full of gooey cinnamon rolls, which makes you laugh at the sight of him looking like a squirrel.

“Okay, I’ll go get some. I’ll be back,” you tell him as you make your way out of the room once more, down the hall and then to the kitchen.

You hesitate before opening the microwave door, and you don’t know why. Seconds later, you open it and are met with the wafting smell of cooked salmon-filled onigiri. It makes you salivate instantly.

You pull the plate out to serve yourself two because one is never enough with Osamu’s cooking. You always wanted more; I mean, who wouldn’t?

You leave the rest of the leftovers behind in the microwave. You take the plate and make your way out of the kitchen and back into Atsumu’s bedroom, where he is bedridden because of his leg.

As you step in and make your way to the edge of his bed to sit, you both now indulge in the silence of chews, being next to each other without speaking as proof of the comfortableness you two had regained, just like back in your younger years.

After 10 more minutes of silence, you collect your and Atsumu’s plates and quickly walk back into the kitchen to wash the dishes so Osamu won’t have to do anything once he comes back for his night shift to take care of Atsumu.

You walk back in to find Atsumu looking a bit on edge as he bites into the hangnail on his right thumb.

“You’re going to end up with an infection if you do that, ya know...” you speak slowly while walking back to his bed.

“Yn, there’s something you should see. Get the light gray box from underneath my bed and go outside. Just come back when you're ready.” He sets his hands down at his sides as he tosses his head back into his pillows to stare up at the ceiling.

“Uhm... okay.” You look at him weirdly before crouching down to peek under his bed to find the box there by itself. You slowly pull it out and take a look at it as you sit on the floor by his bed.

It had nothing on it that looked like a shoe box or something to store papers in. You carry it in your arms as you stand up while walking to the door, turning your back to see Atsumu still in the same position as before you went down to get the box.

You make your way out to Atsumu’s backyard, where it is quite spacious and peaceful, as if it were a zen garden.

As you sit down comfortably in the large, quiet, and comfortable chair he has, you open the box to find a card addressed to you with the date from a few years ago, a lighter, and a pack of cigarettes. Not just any old cigarettes, the ones you and Osamu had smoked back in high school up until college were the ones from college. It was so recognizable because the red lipstick-stained kiss was still on the front of the box.

As you put the lighter and cigarettes to the side to pull out the card, the back of the card says, “Light up a cigarette as you read this.” You sigh at this stupid thing but do as you're told, because maybe you would need it—I mean, who the fuck knows what this could contain?

You rip open the letter to find Osamu’s initials at the top of the page. The letter smells of the cigarettes that were in the box. It had a yellow stain due to the time it had spent in the box.

A large inhale of smoke fills your lungs as you prepare yourself for another hit to the face from Osamu’s late confession. Maybe this is payback for slapping him.

“Dear Yn,

My memory of the first time I met you. It was our sixth-grade assembly. You were sitting in the row in front of me, and your name was written on your backpack in glittering letters. Principal Kyo called you up on stage to receive an attendance reward, and your hair got caught in your chair. I helped you untangle it, and you smiled at me. My heart somersaulted in my chest. I didn’t know hearts could do that. I had no clue then that you would become who you are now. The most important person in my life. Sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am that you chose me. We’ve been through so much together. Yn, I never should have doubted that we’d get through this too, but I got scared and I hurt you, I am so sorry. Of course, you should go to the states. You should do all the things you want to do. I never want to be the guy holding you back. I want to be the one by your side. It won’t always be easy, but I would do whatever it takes to make this work.

Because that’s what you do when you love someone. Besides, when you think about it, if we’re going to be together forever, then two years of college isn’t such a big deal.”

You set the letter down at your side as tears trickle down your face; the agony that your heart, soul, mind, and body feel is worse than anything you’ve gone through. Osamu did care. He always had.

Your face falls into your shaking hands as the cigarette slowly burns in between your middle finger and index. You couldn’t see anything you didn’t want to as the words from the letter ran through your mind.

The thoughts in your brain were too much to sit and think about. Everything was moving too fast for you to comprehend after 15-20 more minutes of talking in that position you gathered the letter and everything else and placed it back into the box.

With the box under your right arm, you head back inside and walk your way into Atsumu's room with your head hung low until you reach the side of the bed he was lying on to face him. He can see everything by the look and tears on your face.

He sits up from his lying position and extends his arms out for a hug that you quickly fall into wishing they were his brothers. You softly cry once more in his embrace wondering if the pain would ever stop.

“Yn maybe my brother was a coward but he still loves you. He never stopped. He told me to give you this once you stopped by. I don't know if it’ll change anything but it’s worth a chance.” He sighs as he slowly pats your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“This changes a lot. Thank you Atsumu for being the mediator and fixor of a mess that isn’t yours,” you speak into his chest.

“Anything for the two people I love the most.” he smiles sadly.

You lift yourself off of him and wipe the rest of your tears.

“I should get going. I have a lot to think about. I’ll see you tomorrow Tsumu.” you reach for an embrace by him once more as you bid him farewell since you figured Osamu would be back in the next couple of hours.

You drove the rest of the way home numb and confused.

fucking yapperilla ahh ho rn.

taglist; @sahrii @dearru @angeleilee @gumims @istann @chlosology @loveyislost @kameyyy @tiramizuloz @hemmotivos @chososcamgirl @sakusasbadger @rekua1

[14dayswithyou]

I am really confused about this game. Is it like "Doki doki literature club" ? the game seems to break the fourth wall after getting bad endings and someone speaks in red text. Is it Ren and is he stuck in the game like Monica?Or is he and Redacted separate people, with him being a game character,but Redacted being some sort of entity who's stuck in the void of the game,or in it's code,and acknowledges that it's a game and someone's playing it and they speak to the player, not the game's protag?

✦゜ANSWERED: 14 Days With You is like 14 Days With You. It's not meant to be similar to DDLC in any way, and Ren isn't supposed to be like Monika or any other self-aware character.

Please don't associate 14DWY with other games just because they share similar tropes. /lh

But!! To answer your question: Ren isn't aware that Angel and the player are separate people. As of right now, he considers Angel and you as the same entity, and speaks to you as though you're part of his universe.

Ren is aware that his entire existence only comes into fruition whenever you play the game — but to him, that's considered normal — the same way getting wifi from trees and not discovering 80% of the ocean is considered normal for us. Nothing is out of place for him, and the way he interacts with his environment doesn't seem weird or out of place for him.

The Dead Ends are the only time Ren breaks the fourth wall, but it's still a massive WIP and there's not enough content for it to make much sense yet. But once more Days get released, this will be further explained!!

[pfhwrittes]

i've written 2.3k words for this bloody bbc ghosts inspired au so far and that's just in my outline and character descriptions. the worms are worming well so you can have a snippet as a treat under the cut. be aware it's very rough still, i very much copy/pasted from my outline document.

-- congratulations! you’ve got the job. it’s the first job you’ve had like this and it’s kinda weird but hey your friend moved into an empty office building for six months to act as a deterrent to squatters and that definitely sounds worse than rattling around a beautiful if slightly manky manor house until the hotel people come to the site to evaluate it. at least this place has a bedroom (or five). 

the guy giving you the assignment is a bit twitchy about it and makes a comment about how not many of their caretakers have lasted long on-site since they acquired it a year ago but he’s sure you’ll do fine! you seem capable! just remember it’s an old building with a lot of history and to treat it with respect. look they’ll pay you weekly for every week you stay on-site, first two weeks upfront. the last caretaker of the manor said he managed to sort out running water and was working on the electrics before they lost touch with the guy. 

what.

“oh no! don’t worry, he probably realised he didn’t want to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere for that long and just left – but we did have to pay good money to get the locks changed because he didn’t return his keys.”

what.

“anyway, here’s the first two weeks pay for you. in cash. if you change your mind in the first two weeks let me know and don’t forget to drop the keys off to the office.” --

it's official, i've given it a title now so it's being worked on.

(i'll love you forever if you ask me about TF141's backgrounds in this because i'm not sure i'm patient enough or skilled enough to weave it into the story without it being clunky)

[buckleysdee]

i'm honestly kinda stuck on this whole "biphobia" thing cause like...is that even really a strong trope on tv nowadays?? it was in the past for sure (see glee ironically enough lol) especially with women but I feel like the bigger thing these days is bisexual characters just being subsumed into a 'gay' identity or their bisexuality being mentioned in passing but never explored

[sinnettini]

successfully worried my mum as well despite trying not to. lmao. lmfao even

[astrxealis]

dear gods i adore horror tbh but i am way too sensitive to it

[selfshippinglover]

Vent ignore

[running-in-the-dark]

...

[peachsayshi]

I’ve been absorbing moments of happiness in my life and honestly I’ve laughed more in the last three months than I have in the last year. I’m so grateful for everyone who has made me smile, like...you guys don’t understand what a crazy difference it is for me. 

[jasonsthunderthighs]

:))

[fraddit]

I always do a like end/beginning of the year sort of observations post situation, and I've been procrastinating this time. I've written the post in my head like fourteen times already, but haven't managed to park myself and type it. All about my relationship to writing and how I changed it in 2023. I went in scrivener and grabbed some stats and made a very tiny spreadsheet of my wips and their word counts and also the number of words of research I read and attached to each wip, because I enjoy dragging myself. Idk maybe making a post about making the post will help me actually make it, but like tomorrow, because it's bedtime.