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patb-goose · 11 months ago

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Tense ~ Brinky

Chapter 3

A brief massage from Pinky instills an addiction in Brain and causes him to stumble upon why it is that he likes them so much. Does he merely love the relief, or perhaps the mouse giving it?

AO3

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Pinky was a very busy mouse. Brain had told him that he could only help him for so long. Pinky did his best to remember this, but Brain did not give him as many reminders as he was used to. Not nearly as many as he did during plans. He remained quiet mostly, save for a groan here and there, but to PInky, they sounded like happy groans. The kind of noises you make when you finally scratch that itch you couldn’t reach. Pinky knows all about those! And there was no way Brain could ever reach. His arms were too tiny! He giggled about this sometimes. Brain was small. He was so cute.

Pinky did his best to fit in a good amount of kneading in the time he was given. Brain gave direction, as needed, which helped. He needed to know where he had been going wrong. After all, if Brain’s aches weren’t going away, it would mean Pinky wasn’t very helpful and Pinky always wanted to be helpful. It was his job as an assistant! And…even if it wasn’t, Brain was his best friend and deserved to always feel good. He also had to admit it was nice getting to spend the extra time with him. It made him feel all gooshy inside. Sometimes, during this time of theirs, he would want to give him a hug. A nice, soft and squishy one. It was just such a cozy moment. He couldn’t help himself. Brain made him feel so lovely. But, he knew Brain wanted to relax, and he couldn’t undo all of his work just because Brain looked so huggable. Pinky was aware he got carried away. (Occasionally aware..)

Pinky needed to be more like Brain. Thinky. Smart. Just like Brain needed a plan to take over the world, Pinky needed a plan to cure his achiness, and he would. He thought about how he could apply Brain’s process to this. He had time to ponder it when Brain had told him to go. (He sure had been in a rush. Probably excited to finish his work) So, the first thing Pinky thought of was research. If he wanted to be more effective, he needed to find some teachy things. Normally, he would ask Brain, but he was so busy. He didn’t want to bother him.

Pinky ended up deciding to go out on his quest for knowledge. He would come back the best massagererer the world has ever known.

Or at least Brain…

He was so excited that he’d forgotten to tell him he was going out. It had simply slipped his mind, as things often do. Pinky certainly got an earful when he’d returned. He wanted to explain but Brain had cut him off. So, he didn’t get a chance to tell or show him what he’d learned. It was plan time, so it would have to wait until later.

The night didn’t end well. Brain was upset and Pinky felt bad about it, trying to console his friend. Brain, however, did not want to be spoken to. “Not now. I’m brooding.” He’d said. Pinky decided to give him some quiet once they’d returned to the lab. Besides, it gave him time to go through all his new materials! Pinky didn’t quite know when later was, but he was sure Brain would tell him. So, it would do him very well to be prepared when that time came.

He left all his reading sprawled across the counter, so he could go back and forth and began reading. Pinky stayed there for some time, so engrossed that even though it was post plan, he didn’t feel tired. He smiled because he knew it would help him help Brain.

His ears twitched, hearing Brain’s tiny footsteps as he padded closer. He smiled a little bigger, still focused, but very happy he was here. It would be nice to get some input! There was so much information.

“How do you feel about hot rocks…?” Pinky asked out of the blue.

Brain stopped to raise a brow but ignored his question, much more curious about the messy state of the counter, and not Pinky’s usual mess..

“Pinky, what in Einstein’s name are you reading?” Brain asked. It was unheard of to see Pinky surrounded by thick books. Comics and mind-rotting magazines, and the rare piece of fiction now and again, but this was not that. It had his curiosity piqued.

“Well, I figure since I am now your personal massagererer, I should brush up on my technique, “ Pinky told him.

“The word is masseur,” Brain corrected, “and that is the furthest thing away from your title.”

Pinky paused and tried to think of a better one that would please Brain more, “How aboooout….Ache Assistant, then? I like that one! It’s got two A’s! A.A. That’s what they call me! Narf!”

“After being around you for this long, it’s a miracle I don’t need A.A.” Brain commented, hands on his hips. “Now put all of this away.” It had been a long, faliurous night and Brain wanted to forget it with sleep. Even if he was slightly intrigued by Pinky’s research, especially about when he’d found the time to collect all these materials.

“Not yet, Brain! I’m learning so much!”

Brain blinked at the words he never expected to hear out of Pinky’s mouth. He found himself slightly more interested, even as he was making an effort not to let the idea of massages take over his brain once more. He was ashamed at his lack of mental discipline where that was concerned. They had spoken about a longer session, he reminded himself. He supposed it made sense that he would want to prepare for it. He let him talk.

“ So many ways to make pain, pain, go away, come back another day! “ Pinky laughed at the rhyme. Then he raised a finger “And I did find this!”

“What is it?” Brain asked, unable to deny his curiosity.

“Daily exercises!” He ran out of view and came back with a tape for their VCR, “Oh, they’re loads of fun to watch, Brain! And the music! So upbeat! Really makes you want to go!” Pinky did a few stretchy moves that he could recall, swaying his hips to the imaginary beat in his head and humming some of it.

Brain instinctively watched his moves with interest but quickly controlled his face so none of that would show. He raised a brow for the second time but didn’t say anything.

Pinky did.

“This way you can solve the ouchie ows all by yourself!” Pinky had made sure to cover all bases.

“Myself?” Brain’s eyes widened. It was a clever idea, especially coming from Pinky, but he found he did not like it. It would mean… He shook his head. “I don’t think that’ll work for me.”

“But it’s easy, Brain! You love self-teachy videos! And I promise not to record over this one! I won’t forget! I made a note!” He scratched his head and turned his face to the side, “I just have to remember where I put it…”

“I…” Brain began, ears down and he looked vulnerable for about two seconds, before he threw two hands up with his glare back. “..am far too busy to find time to fit this into my already packed schedule.”

“Can’t you, I dunno, shuffle things around..? Just a smidge?” Pinky suggested, making a pinching gesture.

Brain folded his arms, “Please, Pinky. Do you actually think any of those exercise videos actually help anybody? They’re mere ploys to sell their merchandising, making you think you need something you don’t and yield unsatisfactory results and by the time you realize it, its too late.” He paused and tapped his lower lip. “…I should write that down somewhere…”

Pinky was very used to Brain’s stubbornness, so he waved a hand and moved on. It was a good thing he had options. He knew Brain might turn down a few. “Alright. I’ll keep it for meself.” He gave the tape a hug before tossing it behind him. “But you really should give it a chance. “ He walked up and squished his jowls in several different directions, trying to make his face form a smile. “You might find yourself a teeeensy bit less growly.”

Brain endured it for a few seconds before smacking his hands away, “I assure you, as long as you’re in the vicinity, that is highly unlikely.”

“Aww, i know what’ll make you feel better!” Pinky said and sang the next sentence, “The rest of your massaaaage”

Brain’s fur frizzed and his shoulders bunched. Honestly. Was he going to have that reaction every time? You would think it would be less surprising after doing this little routine for a while. He had shame in the way the idea continued to make his heart pound. But he couldn’t have Pinky knowing how excited the concept made him.

“I’ll pass.” Brain said, fully knowing Pinky would fight him on it. (or at least, he hoped. It could very well backfire on him.)

“But you saaaaid. Poit! You said after the plan was done, I could.” Pinky protested. Truthfully, he had only said ‘later’ but after the plan seemed like later to him, and he was going to wait but Brain needed a smile. And what would make a better way to wind down after such a long night? His back must be hurting a bunch from it. Pinky wanted to help him. “ And I worked so hard. Please. Please. Pleeeease let me help. I’ve gotten better. You’ll see!”

There it is, Brain observed.

He paused briefly to ponder.

Pinky’s wording was curious to him. Was he so oblivious? Where this was concerned, it was one of the few areas where Pinky required no improvement. Though, he felt a certain thrill that he would try to do so regardless. Did Pinky like the massages as much as him…? He seemed invested. He shook away the thought, deciding it didn’t matter. Why would he want him to…? And even if Pinky did, this was a mouse that could get invested in a television screen that wasn’t even plugged in. It was stupid to dwell.

He began to feel slightly self conscious about it, but Pinky kept pleading and that distracted him from the feeling. He watched him for a moment, just for effect.

“Oh, very well…” Brain said with folded arms, rolling his eyes as if this was a major inconvenience. Inwardly, he felt giddy. A sensation that was still perplexing him, no matter how hard he tried to shoo it away. It was much like Pinky; always there.

Well, not always…Just recently.

“Massage away.” Brain prompted, closing his eyes. However, they shot open when Pinky immediately had an outburst at his words.

“Egad! This is so sudden. I’ve had no time to prepare!”

“Pinky. You are the one who brought it— Brain tried but his expression soon grew confused as he was now being pushed forward, his heels being the only part of his feet touching the countertop beneath him. Pinky began to speak.

“Run along to the cage. I’ll be there in just a jif!” Brain tried to interject but his friend wouldn’t let him. So, Brain begrudgingly did as he was told.

The next time Brain saw Pinky was about five minutes later…and well, he didn’t see him at first. He saw a book, one of the ones he had spied on the messy counter. Accompanied with the sight were his friend’s labored groans and grunts as he slammed the thing against the cage’s entrance. Brain thought of saying something. A sarcastic remark of some kind, but he just let his lids lower and folded his arms as he waited for Pinky’s stupidity to cease. The banging stopped and Brain heard Pinky’s very loud breaths, wondering if he had finished. He had not. He started the process up again, struggling to what seemed like him making several unsuccessful attempts to shove his book inside of the cage.

“Pinky! It’s not going to–”

“Just a second, Brain!” Pinky interrupted, voice straining with his efforts until he actually managed to get the book inside.

It flew in so fast, Brain nearly got whiplash as his head followed its trajectory. It slammed against the wall of the cage, moving it about an inch. The book fell down and opened. Brain regained his balance.

Afterwards, his look of surprise returned to a glare as he turned back around to lecture Pinky, who seemed to have recovered from his exertion. But his eyes did not stay narrowed for very long when he got a good look at his friend. His jaw dropped.

“Pinky. What are you wearing?!” Brain asked in alarm.

Pinky looked downward, as if he’d forgotten. “Oh! My uniform!” He grabbed the hem of his sheer pink skirt and pulled it outward, doing a bit of a curtsy before standing back up. “Do you like it, Brain?”

Brain would not be answering that question. Whether that was because he didn’t want to give Pinky the satisfaction or because he simply could not stop staring, he couldn’t say. He just looked so….so….

Ridiculous!!

“What kind of uniform is that?” Brain asked incredulously once he finally found his voice, anxiety building in his chest.

Pinky went on, oblivious to his friend’s reaction. “Well, according to the book, it is good practice to have proper dressing when performing a massage. Nice and comfortable!” He spun once or twice, the skirt belling up “All flooowy. La La Laaa~”

Brain needed to get a hold of himself. As if this was the most outrageous outfit Pinky has ever worn.

He’d just never dressed in such a manner for any of their previous sessions…So, it merely surprised him. That explained his response, though it did bring him some confusion. Why should he feel any particular way about it? They both were known to wear clothing on occasion but more often than not went without, which you would think would elicit more of a reaction than the silhouetted shape of his frame beneath fabric that was so unnecessarily transparent.

His eyes followed his movements as he leaned to read whatever was in this book of his. His tail moved upward, lifting the skirt. Brain tensed, and this was a much different kind of tense. Not the kind that came from sore muscles requiring massaging but the kind that came from something akin to…longing.

Brain had to be mistaken. He had to be mistaken, because the most bizarre corner of his brain suggested to him that, in this particular moment, he was finding Pinky to be….attractive?

He would have laughed out loud if just the concept didn’t alarm him so much. It was such a foolish thought. Pinky. Honestly. Why, he wasn’t even worth a second glance, thought the mouse even as he continued to discreetly eye him. There was nothing alluring about this or him. Brain wasn’t fond of the color pink, either. So, if anything, his attire was an eyesore. He wanted it out of his sight immediately.

Though, it did look…soft…and silky.. The material was probably nice to touch, which probably contributed to why Pinky wanted to wear it. He briefly imagined what it might feel like. The coolness of the fabric mingled with the warmth of his friend’s body, pressed up against him as he squeezed and kneaded every muscle that had gotten so used to and by now craved his firm touch. Yes… That would be nice, wouldn’t it…?

Wait– No. No, it wouldn’t. Again with these strange thoughts. He continued to be plagued with contradictions. He had thought he’d gotten rid of them, but It was as if the direction of his thoughts depended on whether or not Pinky was in view. Seeing him right now, he once again had that desire for closeness. Like…like that moment from before. Pinky’s irritating game of rolling around that had led to something much less so. He remembered Pinky saying his name so sweetly. Brain remembering holding him, like he wanted to now…What’s this…? What is this…? He felt short of breath and shaky.

He just barely noticed Pinky approach him. He looked completely normal, blissfully unaware of what he was doing to Brain by merely existing in his space.

He felt uneasy and took a small step backwards.

Brain knew what he had said before and how much he did look forward to these massages whenever the opportunity arose but he couldn’t have him touch him now. Not while he was in this peculiar state of mind. Or at least not while he was in that get up. (Which was not flattering or attractive in any way)

“Ready?” Pinky asked, face full of optimism and hands lifted.

He was not.

Brain panicked and pointed at him. “You are not coming anywhere near me until you take that off.”

Pinky paused and then broke away to take a gander in his book again. “But Braaain….That’s not until step 3…”

Steam was coming out of Brain’s ears. At this point, he wasn’t sure if he was annoyed or flustered. “Pinky. Where did you find that book?”

“Victoria’s secret?”

“What were you doing at Victoria’s Secret?”

“Well everyone’s a bit curious aren’t they? What exactly is she hiding in there?” Pinky placed his hands on his hips. “The public demands to know!” He paused again and switched gears, “Oh, and they carry a lovely variety of soaps…” He ran off to collect a few large tubes that he had purchased. “Lavender & Vanilla and Pomegranate & Lotus. I’m partial to the Lavender meself, but you know me, I’ll try anything once!” He took a pleasant whiff of them both, relishing the scent before remembering what he was meant to be doing and tossed both tubes behind him. “There was such wonderful service, too.”

“Was there?” Brain asked in an underwhelmed manner.

“Oh, yes, Brain. I told them all about you and they gave so many suggestions.” Pinky gave another spin. He was looking through his book again, searching for examples to give to Brain, humming a tune.

Brain could not afford to hear what any of those suggestions might have been (though, he had been very curious). Pinky obviously had given someone the wrong impression and the advice he’d been given might have been based on the assumption that they were…He tensed up again. Was it always this warm in the cage…?

He had to end this.

“Can I see that book…?” Brain asked

Pinky nodded and with some effort, pulled it up and then pushed the book towards Brain, who thanked him before promptly dropping it on top of him and squishing him. This gave Pinky the idea that Brain was not very interested.

Brain did not get a massage that night, but felt renewed regardless.

——-

Brain had time to get over his silly ponderings…That is what they had been; silly. He didn’t know why he’d entertained them. He had obviously just been overthinking the issue. He had felt awkward for a bit, contemplating that it may have been a good time to end this routine of theirs. Honestly, he did try, but he had difficulty committing to it. So, he told himself that all those nonsensical thoughts of his had meant nothing. He refused to admit even the possibility he was attracted to Pinky.. He just wanted a massage and Pinky just happened to be there and very good at it. That was all. There was no reason it couldn’t continue. It had nothing to do with the fact that he actually missed his touch during attempts to go without or that he just couldn’t willingly keep himself from the soothing sensations it brought him…He made sure Pinky knew this. Pinky didn’t seem to mind. He was always eager to help, so despite the way the last time had fallen through, he complied. (albeit without uniform, since Brain had made his distaste for it known)

Several plans later, Brain had found every excuse in the book to throw himself in a scenario where it would be very logical for him to require Pinky’s ‘assistance’. All the while, he had been continuing to develop even more of an addiction to his touch and ignored any attempts his mind tried to acknowledge this. He certainly wrestled with the concept, but constantly made excuses for himself that made it seem more about logic than a personal need.

It sort of became routine they had after rough plans. Pinky loved being his unofficial masseur. There were times where Pinky would initiate it on his own and he didn’t even need to ask him. This became the norm. At least, until one night. Brain had made his request but…

“Oh, I dunno, Brain. I don’t think its actually helping.” Pinky had said suddenly, deviating from his usual response when Brain asked.

This took the megalomaniac off guard. After such a long period of time, the response came unexpectedly. Brain felt confused. It was a mixture of disappointment and shock but he felt determined not to let too much of that show. “What do you mean? Of course it is.” He argued.

Pinky felt the need to finally air his concerns. He did enjoy it all, but as hard as he’d tried, none of it had been fixing his friend. His requests did have variation but if anything, they were more frequent. Desperate. Pinky felt terrible for it. He had to say something. Brain never complained about the issues this much. The tall mouse remembered something Brain had said when he first suggested the idea, and it made him sad.

With a frown, he replied.

“But if that was true, why would you ask so often? Oh, you were right, after all. I have just made it worse. Narf! ” He tugged on his ears and sniffed, “M’so sorry, Brain. I thought maybe I was doing good because you just seem so happy afterwards…but then you kept asking. Over and over and over…”

“…Now let’s not exaggerate. I haven’t asked that often…” Brain insisted, folding his arms.

Pinky went on, unfazed by Brain’s words “…and over and over and ov—” He quieted up when Brain’s palm clamped on his snout. He fell backwards when he yanked and let go. He sat up, his eyes rattling around with dizziness. He shook his head a few times and righted himself in time to watch Brain pace a few times. He frowned heavily and then launched at his feet, hugging Brain’s legs tightly. “That means I haven’t been helping at all!”

“Pinky!”

“Oh, Braaaaaain!” Pinky cried.

“ Pinky. I’m fine!” Brain shouted through the hysterics but his friend did not let up. His efforts to push him off had been unsuccessful and he kept wailing. He felt both guilt and annoyance at the same time. Brain shook and vibrated with agitation until he had finally had enough and let out an honest outburst. “I just LIKED it!! Okay?!” Brain managed to get one foot loose and kicked him away, stomping away to deal with his embarrassment.

Pinky wasn’t down for long. After a tumble, he was on his hands and knees. He just comprehended what Brain had told him. Pinky stared up at Brain from afar with starry eyes and a drawn out “Naaaarf….” He could not believe what he was hearing. So….Brain hadn’t been asking because he was feeling bad all the time…? He’d been asking because Pinky had done that good a job…? Glee replaced all the sad feelings in his chest. It wasn’t often that he pleased Brain. So, if he made him happy, he wanted to continue doing whatever it was.

He approached Brain even though he looked like he didn’t want company right now. In fact, he looked like he might bop him the second he spoke. So, Pinky contained the outburst he was so tempted to let out. It was hard to keep in so much happiness but he’d do it.

He folded his hands and waited a few more seconds, keeping his voice soft. “You know. You could have just asked me. Poit.. I don’t mind.” He kicked his foot around the bottom of the cage. “Even if you didn’t feel all hurty..” He waited another moment before shyly admitting "I liked it too…”

Brain’s glare was replaced by a stunned look. He wasn’t quite sure how to process that. He turned around and impulsively blurted out “You did?” When it came down to it, it wasn’t very surprising. Of course Pinky had liked it… He found enjoyment in most things, and besides, it was Pinky who had initiated this in the first place. Why did he just suddenly remember that? But Pinky enjoying it made it no less embarrassing. Brain had gotten carried away to the point of tricking him into doing it. He felt bad about that.

He shook his hand to wave off any response Pinky might give. “Be that as it may, I took advantage of your kindness…I wasn’t entirely truthful.” Brain reddened and stopped there.

He couldn’t bring himself to fully come clean. Exposing himself to Pinky like that? Why, if he did that, he might as well just tell him he was in love with him…Brain’s eyes, which he had thought would roll at what was meant as exaggerated sarcasm, bulged wide not even a second after that thought emerged. Where on Earth had such a wild comparison even come from?! He didn’t—He wasn’t—

“Oh, that’s alright, Brain. Everyone enjoys being pampered. Narf! It was lots of fun. And to tell the truth, if anyone needs a stress reducer, its you. And I’m more than happy to offer my services.“ Pinky giggled.

Was he…? Brain continued his thoughts, not paying any mind to Pinky’s words. He just stared at him talking while wearing that overly optimistic smile of his. This simplistic, idiotic….endearing buffoon. Oh, no.. He shook his head. This was something he wanted to give even less thought to than he had the massages. He felt a surge of epiphany. Were those two things connected?! He had briefly suspected some level of attraction (which he heavily denied), he remembered regrettably among other shameful thoughts, but It couldn’t be! Was he so enamored by Pinky’s handiwork due to some underlying, untapped desire to be closer to him in a more physical, dare he say, romantic sense…? No. It couldn’t be. He refused to accept that in the realm of possibility. Appreciating a method of relaxation and being in love were two entirely different things. Why his mind would even supply the hypothetical, far-fetched connection was beyond him…

Just the idea! Him and Pinky.. He scoffed at it. Or, he tried to, but he was the most uncertain he had ever been.

“Brain…?” Pinky called again, giving him a confused look.

That’s right. He hadn’t responded while he was wrestling with his ridiculous thought patterns. He couldn’t for the life of him remember what he had been saying. He sweated, forcing himself to look at him. “Yes?”

“You sure you’re alright?”

He was not. He was not in the slightest. “Well, of course I am sure. Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve already told you. I merely…found…a very miniscule amount of satisfaction in the way you…I, uh….what you were doing.”

“It was nice?”

“Yes. Very nice.”

“I did good?”

“You have your moments, Pinky.” He folded his arms behind his back and cleared his throat. Brain made a decision that was the complete opposite of what he actually wanted. However, he deemed it necessary. That didn’t mean he couldn’t avert his eyes while vocalizing it. “But I won’t be requiring such talents now ….nor anytime soon”

Pinky was surprised by Brain’s words. He didn’t understand. “So, you don’t want a rub down then?” It seemed strange to him after his confession.

“No! I don’t want a—” Must he say it like that?! Brain sputtered, trying to get his words out. Until he finally settled on a simple “No.” He was getting flustered over this. Brain’s entire face felt hot. The potential discovery was too fresh in his mind.

“But didn’t you just ask me to…?” The tall mouse was confused, scratching his head with a finger.

“No…well, yes..” Pinky had him there. Brain couldn’t deny that. “but I have changed my mind.” or rather, his mind had provided him with information that made the idea of receiving any type of physical contact from Pinky panic-inducing. (which was unfortunate, because he had indeed been looking forward to it..) “You are to never bring it up again unless I do. Which is highly unlikely. Understood?”

Brain was fully prepared with a list of rebuttals for when Pinky inevitably argued his decision. After all, if Brain was having his own difficulty denying this due to his enjoyment, Pinky certainly—

“Okay!”

Or not…

Pinky agreed immediately. Brain was not going to admit that he was stung by how quick his response was. That didn’t bother him at all. Not one bit. It saved him trouble, in fact.

Despite this…

“Really? Just like that?”

“Just like that.” Pinky confirmed. “I respect your boundaries, Brain.”

“Since when?!”

“Since now, I suppose!”

Brain’s mouth just hung open, his hands open to the ceiling above, clenched like claws almost as he worked through his confusion. Pinky merely skipped away.

———-

Brain was grumbling to himself. He was very irritated with the situation he was in. He had grown an expectation and was suffering withdrawals. It was his own doing. Brain had no one to blame but himself and his big mouth.

He was pacing on the counter.

“What a fool I am. Why did I offer up that stupid ultimatum? Now I’ll never experience that again unless I…ask.” He shuddered. He wouldn’t be doing that. It was too awkward. Too embarrassing, especially after the fuss he’d made. True, he hadn’t retracted the fact that he’d enjoyed it, but that was of little consequence. Pinky obeyed his orders. Occasionally..

Bah. What did this matter…? It was better this way. A nice sensation, sure, but those massages have caused him nothing but trouble since they began. They’re what put these deranged thoughts in his head.

Oh, who was he kidding…? These thoughts had always been there under the surface, hadn’t they..? They didn’t magically appear from a single tender moment, but from years worth of tender moments he chose to bury. He was loath to admit that the only times he critically thought about what Pinky meant to him was at moments of almost losing him. If his feelings had run to such depths, well…it wasn’t too difficult to believe he would repress and hide such a truth even from himself.

He loved Pinky…He was in love with Pinky.

What did he do about this?

Brain weighed his options. Nothing was stopping him from sweeping it back under the proverbial rug. Pinky didn’t know and he didn’t have to know. All he was privy to was that Brain…enjoyed his touch sometimes. He swallowed hard, his cheeks burning at the thought. He willed the feeling away. This wouldn’t allude to anything and Pinky was far too dim to pick up on any kind of body language he’d accidentally displayed. They could go on as they always had, save for Brain’s now acute awareness.

Or…he could…rip the bandaid off, as they say, and …tell him. Brain fell over as though the mere suggestion had completely drained his body of all energy. He couldn’t do that, could he? He glanced downward. Look at what just telling himself did to him. He couldn’t imagine what trying to tell Pinky would do to him. He placed a hand on his chest, willing his heart to calm itself. The infernal organ only served to confirm he hadn’t been mistaken about what he’d been avoiding.

He was in love with Pinky…

The weight of that discovery hit him hard.

He screamed at the top of his lungs.

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pinkusmaximus · 1 year ago

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um. have y’all seen my fucking Spotify. that’s all it is.

you ever listen to a playlist and all of the sudden a song that has incredible blorbo energy comes on you're you're just like this

#pinky thinky

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softcallofdutyimagines · 4 years ago

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Stay | Russell Adler x fem!bell!Reader

Summary: Despite having developed deep feelings for you after all this time working together, Adler takes you to antarctica like he was told. The only issue is... Things aren't as they seem when he finally confronts you.

Aka, sorry Treyarch, but this time the thotlers win.

SKSKSKS I ONLY MADE THAT POST TO TEST THE WATER, SO THANK YOU @smokeywhalee FOR ASKING FOR THE FIC. I ACTUALLY WROTE THIS WHOLE ASS THING LAST NIGHT SO COME GET THIS FLUFFY ASS BREAD Y'ALL AND ENJOY

Tags: fluff, angst, and angst with a happy ending

Warnings: some strong language and you might need a tissue box bc I sure did 😭😭

"Nothing like arctic air, eh?"

Russell Alder stands just a few feet away, hands resting squarely on his hips, looking out over the cliffs.

"Sure", you smile tiredly, a little sleepy from the long flight, as you walk up beside him. Without needing permission, you slip your pinky around his as he loosens his grip to allow you to do so.

Adler takes a glance down at your intertwined hands. He can't keep you in the dark for long. But still, he's afraid to tell you...

You move to lean your head on his shoulder, only to be left alone as he wrenches himself away.

"Listen Bell, there's... There's something I need to tell you", he refuses himself a glance at you. It would hurt him too much. You make an inquisitive noise and a long silence passes.

Perhaps it would be best just to get the hard part over. He was never one for beating around the bush anyway. "They sent me out here to kill you, Bell"

His voice is hardly audible, a clever trick to disguise the hurt in his voice. He grits his teeth, wondering if you really needed to know that, but then he remembers... He's done lying to you. You deserve to know.

Adler braces himself for the backlash, perhaps even a bullet in the back. Instead, he's met with a whisper.

"I know"

Your voice is only audible thanks to the bitter wind helping it along to his ear, leaving a ghostly caress as it passes him by. Russell turns around this time, almost disappointed to see your back still turned to him.

"How d-?"

You turn slowly, and even from there he can see the tear rolling down your face, "Why else would we be out here?", you gesture around to the great nothingness enveloping you both. You sniff and swipe a hand across you cheek, a joyless laugh escaping you, "Besides, you never take me anywhere nice"

In any other scenario, it would be playful and teasing, just like he knows you for.

Adler huffs a half hearted laugh at that, before tearing his gaze away. "Bell, I..."

"Oh, cut the shit Russell. Just do it, alright?", the tears flow freely down your glassy eyes now, "I know you have to... Really, I get it. A-and it's alright, you know? I-"

By now, Adler has made his way across to you. Even now, he hates to see you so upset. He gently grips your arms in his strong, steady hands, hoping against hope to give you some sense of ease. He needs to finish what he has to say.

"Bell..."

He then tries to say your name, but you won't allow it.

"Just shut up, alright? God, I hate you! I h-hate you..."

You struggle in his grip, beating weakly against his chest as your body becomes wracked pwith sobs, voice trailing off pathetically. Adler pulls you close, just in time, as you collapse into his arms.

"God, why? Why why...?"

You're choked up with hiccuping sobs again as Adler lowers you both to kneel in the grass. He squeezes you tighter, comfortingly he hopes, and if nothing else, to keep him from allowing tears of his own to fall too.

With a ragged gasp, you find your voice, allowing your anger and frustration to seap in at last, "After all I did for you people... This is how yo-?"

But you're cut off, and suddenly all your senses are overwhelmed with... Him.

Adlers lips crush into yours, the eagerness with which he kisses you is enough to erase all the fear, and pain, and sadness. At least, for the moment.

The crisp arctic air only accentuates the musky smell of his cologne, infusing every breath you breathe with its familiar scent. Charred birch and a hint of cigarettes. You almost smile at that.

He's been trying to quit, per your request, but... Old habits die hard.

The uneven stubble of his scarred chin tickles as he works over your lips, sucking gently, but adamantly once, then twice, before sustaining one long kiss again.

At last you part, lungs burning for air. Small puffs of condensation intermingle between your mouths as you catch your breath.

Adler takes one last gasp for air, to steady himself more then anything, before delivering one more kiss to your forehead. He knows he doesn't deserve to think such things, but...

You have no idea how long he's wanted to kiss you.

A few more tears start up from you again, but in that moment, he decides once and for all to commit to all the promises he's been wanting to make to you. He's done watching you suffer, and it's time you knew.

"I'm not going to kill you Bell...", he whispers against the warm skin of your forehead before pulling you to the crook of his neck.

You sniff, instantly frozen as you try to make sense of what you just heard. Too soon, faster then your mind can catch up, you search for words, "Wha-? Why? How? Russell, if they find out they'll kill yo-"

"Shhhh, they're not going to find out. I'm defecting. Right here, right now"

"B-but, why? I already told you, it's o-"

Adler moves his hands to cup your face, training your gaze to be all on him.

"No, it's not ok Bell. What we did to you... What I did to you... Was fucked, and unfair, but... it was for the greater good. But this? No."

"W-well ok... but-?"

"I'm doing this because I love you Bell", he barks it out, almost angrily, but even behind those old tinted aviators, you can see his expression soften almost immediately as he gently strokes your cheek with his thumb, "I love you... So much. Do you understand?"

He pauses for a moment, and his grand show of steely emotions breaks as he removes the sunglasses to wipe away his tears. And when he looks back at you... You're surprised at the reminder of how beautiful his eyes are.

"And... I'm... sorry I never told you before... Well, this"

Your mind is reeling at the rush of information. This... confession, isn't exactly news to you, but to hear him say it...

With one more sniff, Adler manages to pull himself together for a final moment of vulnerability, "Look, I know this is... a lot, but I was thinki- I...", he sighs and takes a deep breath. This is it.

"Would you... Come away with me? The CIA is going to be looking for both of us, and, well... No body and all, so I was thinking... We could find somewhere... off the grid, just you and me, start fresh? I know it'll be tough bu-"

"Yes!"

"-t I can protect you an- Wait... Yes?"

"Yes!", you seal the statement with a quick kiss. A promise. Then, you grow serious, "There's nothing left for me out here Russell... You're my only choice"

"...I'm sorry to hear that"

You cup a hand to his face, a tiny glimpse of that beautiful smile he loves so much peeking through, "No no, I didn't mean... This is a good thing. I meant to say, I wouldn't want to choose anyone else"

Adler sniffs and huffs a laugh, rocking gently as you pull in for an embrace, "Well in that case... I'm sorry to hear you have such terrible taste in men"

That earns a genuine laugh from you, and to him, it sounds like music.

You slip your hand into his, holding on just by the fingers before reaching up to plant a kiss over the scar on his jaw. You always rather liked those scars of his, no matter how much he wishes they never were.

But then again... He loves the way you use them to make him feel handsome, and he'll never understand how you do it.

After a few moments more, Adler gets up, pulling you to your feet as well. You wipe away the last of your tears, and as you glance up at him, a look of uncertainty crosses you.

He knows he has no right to ask you to trust him. Not after all the lies and the manipulation that got you and him to this point. But even after all that... The fact that you're willing to give him a chance humbles him to no end.

Adler looks back at you, and wishes for nothing more then the ability to make sure you never have to worry, or hurt, or live in fear ever again. But if there's one thing he does know, he'll be damned if he doesn't try.

"Come on kid", he rubs some warmth back into your arms, then kisses the top of your hair, "let's get out of here, huh? I've got just the place in mind..."

And just the place indeed.

A few months of preparation go by first, but at last you've managed to escape to the Swiss country side. Fields and fields of vibrant green grass and small wildflowers pass you by as Adler drives along, the great alps standing tall and strong just in the distance.

The sun glows warmly over head, and a little sparkle catches your eye. You look down and admire the ring on your hand once again, turning it this way and that, before stealing a glance at Russell's matching one.

With a couple more twists and turns, Adler asks you to close your eyes. A little while more, and the car comes to a stop. "Hey, don't open yet!", He hurries around to help you out, guiding you along want feels like a gravel path.

He puts his hands over yours, "Ready?"

You nod, the suspense absolutely eating you up. Finally, he moves your hands aside, revealing a small, brightly painted house before you. A stone path leads up to a white fenced porch complete with a swing for two.

The whole thing is practically overgrown with wysteria, coiling in and around the pillars and walls, and out front a wild garden stretches up towards the sun.

It's perfect.

You whip around, finding yourself unable to speak. But, he already knows. Adler sweeps you up off your feet and gives you a little spin as you shriek in surprise, melting into a fit of laughter as he sets you down.

He leans in and kisses you, just another of countless more to come, before pulling back. You have no idea how much it means to him to see you this happy....

"Welcome home"

#BITCH IM CRYING BYE 😭😭😭#black ops cold war #call of duty #russell adler #russell adler x bell #russell adler x reader

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gemharvest · 2 years ago

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OK I thinkie. I just need to find a pinkie-related fan song I like enough to make my bio lyrics and we are set for a quick blog theme switchup.

Also I'm amazed this url was not taken up like genuinely I expected it to be used already.

#ramblings #i did not think 2022 would be the year of sho gets a mlp hyperfixation but here we are. better than getting a danganronpa one in 2020

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catzula · 4 years ago

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of red things like an earphone or a thread

Synopsis: you meet a little boy who lost his big brother's earphone, crying because he's sure his brother will get mad. You decide to look for it together, not expecting to find something- or rather someone else instead of the red earphone, although tied with a red string.

Pairing: Iwaizumi x fem!reader

Honorable mentions: soulmate au, female reader, cursing once or twice, children, 1.8k words, fluff, (K/N) stands for kid name lol

One last wave at your friend and you stepped out of the warm cafe to the cold, rainy winter afternoon.

The wet wind hit you square in the face as the glass door closed behind you, and you knew you were going to get wet. You already knew it was going to rain that morning when you left your house, but you were too lazy to take your shoes off and get your umbrella. I'm not afraid of getting a little wet." You had thought to yourself like an idiot. Though it was true. You weren't afraid of getting wet under the rain, not, however, a big fan of walking through a goddamn storm.

You sighed, knowing it was your fault, and you were glad you had at least thought of wearing your good old ski jacket. Closing the hood of your jacket over your head, you wore your earphones and started walking.

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cold, cold, cold, cold

Only halfway through walking, the cold was all that was on your mind. You didn't even have money on you since you had forgotten your wallet back at the cafe (your friend had texted you they had it and would give it to you the next day), so you couldn't even ride a taxi for the rest of the long walk.

Hopping over puddles of water and mud, you were practically sprinting your way back home, not stopping for any obstacle and wanting to go home as soon as you could.

Float like a Cadillac, sting like a Beemer, you thought to yourself, laughing when the image of Lightning Mcqueen came to your mind. I won't stop until I reach home, not even if Jesus himself stood before me-

You stopped just as the thought crossed your mind, eyes focusing on the small body kneeling in front of a wall, face hidden behind short, chubby fingers, and body shaking with soft sobs.

Your brows furrowed in concern when you noticed the kid had nothing but a shirt on, the shirt already wet and sticking to his body. "H-hey," you turned to the kid, afraid of scaring him into thinking you were a murderer. You got a little closer to the boy, also kneeling when he seemed not to have heard you, still sobbing into his hands.

"Hello?" You touched his freezing arm as softly as you could, pulling it back whenthe boy flinched, abruptly springing to his feet. You watched him as he wrapped his arm around himself, lips near purple and lashes wet with tears and the pouring rain. He couldn't be more than seven, you found yourself thinking as you stared into his oddly familiar olive-green eyes. You felt your heart stopping as the wide eyes stared back at you, reminding you of someone you dearly longed for and missed. You could swear you had seen that harsh gaze and the way he tilted his chin up with pride before, so familiar, yet strange.

"Excuse me," he muttered between chattering teeth, wiping the tears off his face, even though newer ones filled their places nonstop. "Did you- did you see a red earphone coming here?"

"A red earphone?" You repeated, and he shook his head violently. "Yes! Did you see it?"

You bit your lip as you tried to remember if something like that had caught your eye, watching a new wave of sobs engrave him when you shook your head no apologetically.

"I'm sorry," you muttered. "Did you lost it? Is that why you're- well, here?" The little boy wiped his tears with the back of his hand, nodding, still looking back at you with those green eyes, now even brighter with tears.

"Okay, okay, look, first calm down a little, aren't you cold?" You asked as you started unzipping your jacket and shook it off your shoulders. You smiled at him when he didn't answer your obvious question, averting his gaze with a proud, stern look.

He took the jacket without contest, watching his hands as you dressed it over him. Wind howling in your ears, you were left only with a sweatshirt, a wave of shiver running throughyou when the wind howled even louder, the rain already wetting your heair and making it heavier. A curt nod was the boy's thanks, faintly smiling when you gave him a reassuring one.

"Let's take you home, okay? You'll catch a cold if you stay out in this cold when you're wet." Your words had seemed to take a wrong affect on him, since he quickly pulled himself away from you with a new round of tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"No, no- I can't!"

"It's okay, you can buy a new one and-"

"No, please- my brother will be so angry if he learns I lost it, I can't go home!" The little boy started to unzip your jacket off him with panic clouding his mind when he thought just how mad his brother was going to be. He could already vision the furious look when his brother figured it, swearing he would never lend him anything again.

"Hey- hey, stop," you caught his cold hands between yours before he could shake off the jacket. "Okay, we won't go home, but let's look for it together, all right?" You offered, trying to bargain with him and stay with him until you could convince him to go home.

"Okay." He agreed, eyeing you with soft suspicion but still walking beside you as you started to walk the way back.

After what felt like a whole day but was only an hour later, you had noticed just how many red things one could find if they looked around.

Even if you averted your eyes to your hands, there it was, a bright red thread hanging from your finger. But this was the day you had come to hate the many- many red things that littered the surface since each time you saw a glimpse, and it was never the red earphone (K/N) was looking for and made him cry even more.

You didn't have it in you to tell him even if you did find the earphone, no way it would work since it was raining nonstop for hours now, either. So you swallowed your sense of cold and went on looking with the boy, telling him funny stories, listening more from him.

You had no idea why your heart missed a beat each time he spoke of his older brother -how old are you, miss? Woah, really? Then my brother is only e year older than you!- how you found your tummy hurting with how hard you were laughing as he kept telling you a funny thing that happened to his brother and his best friend.

"He seems like a- well, nice guy." You muttered as you threw the red bottle cap you spotted on the ground to the trashcan. "He is!" The boy answered with sparkles in his green eyes, "my brother is the best!"

"That's nice." You smiled, chuckling when he went on. "He is the strongest, the coolest, smartest guy ever!"

"He does sound really cool. But also seems like he has some anger issues." You muttered as a joke, not expecting him to frown immediately. "He will be furious with me." He bit his lip, your eyes widening when you noticed the tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Hey, no- I'm sure he'll understand!" You tried to reassure him. "Your brother sounds way cooler to get angry about a red earphone." You smiled, patting his head, laughing when he sniffed. "Really? You think so?"

You thought you were reassuring him. A white lie was all it was, but then, why did it feel so real? Why did it feel like the truth, despite not even knowing who the said guy was?

You hummed. "I'm pretty sure."

"Okay then, I think we should go home." You smiled, nodding and letting him lead you as he pulled your thread-free hand.

"We're here." He sighed, meddling with his fingers as he stared at his house door. "Can yku, maybe stay with me as I tell him?"

You had opened your mouth to answer before a loud call of the little boy's name made you both jump in your places. You turned around to see where the stomping sound came from, eyes meeting the tall figure running his way to you.

"Th- that's my brother." The boy gulped, and you did the same as you watched the also wet boy coming towards you.

You quickly noticed his eyes weren't on you but the little boy standing next to you, and you bit back the urge to hide the boy behind you from his seemingly furious brother.

"Where were you?!" He shouted, his big hands running over the small face and body to check if he was injured or not, pulling the boy into a tight hug as the man took deep breathes of relief. "I was so worried- so worried, you hear me? I've been looking for you for hours!" The tall man spoke into the hug. "What were you thinking, disappearing like that?"

"I- I didn't mean to worry you." (K/N) whispered to his brother's hair, hugging him even tighter, burying his face to hide his tears. "I was- with this lady... she was helping me."

You felt your heart skipping a beat when he mentioned you, making his brother break the hug and look at you instead. "Helping you? Helping you with wha-" You watched his eyes widened as he finally got the chance to look at you, and you knew he was the owner of the green eyes your heart seemed to long for.

"Y-you-" he stammered, chest rising and falling as if he had just run a marathon, but you weren't any better. You could feel your face, your whole body heating up, the thought of hypothermia you just had in your mind a few minutes ago now turning into cursing the global warming.

You watched him as his green eyes wandered down to your hand that stood awkwardly next to you, following the red thread hanging from your pinky to his.

Never in your life had you seen the end of the string, you smiled at the thought. It would always blend in with the world, disappearing into the void, and you had tried to follow it to the end countless times, too eager to find your soulmate, to see where it tied your fate to, failing each time.

But now, you felt your hands shaking with the overwhelming sense of being able to follow it to the end, the end where it was only a few meters away from you, where it tied to the large hand that reached at yours without even thinking.

It felt warm and safe as you touched his hand, both of you smiling uncontrollably.

"You look cold." He spoke the first time to you, but it felt like you had been together forever, like you knew him as well as you did yourself, not feeling the slightest bit of awkwardness.

"I am cold." You giggled, and you could see how it only then occurred to him that your jacket was hanging on his little brother's shoulders, and you stood there wet and shaking with only but a sweatshirt. The green eyes you would find yourself admiring from then on widened with concern, quickly shrugging his jacket off and wrapping you with it.

"Here, wear this." He muttered as he zipped it as far as he could, making you both giggle.

Maybe it was an odd day to meet your soulmate, you thought, probably not the best, too, since both of you were wet from head to toe, hair sticking to your face, shivering from the cold, and probably a mess (and sick the next day). But however it was, you wouldn't change it for the world.

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You got a red earphone next year in secret santa.

Hajime got a red earphone next year in secret santa, too.

A/n: if you made it this far, thank you for reading! Here's a lil ❤ for u. Funny thing, this red earphone thing is real lol, it happened to me a few days ago!! But it didn't end with me finding iwa, no no, we couldn't find neither iwa nor the boys red earphones and I dropped him back to his home.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi fluff #hq iwaizumi #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x me

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pinkusmaximus · 2 months ago

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Please I need your help (you're my guru in reader x deadpoool stuff)

What is Wade's favorite position with reader?

*Everyone’s A Guru Now by Saint Motel starts playing*

I’m flattered! And because I’m a slut for compliments, I’ll oblige.

🎀 Gender Neutral NSFW 18+ Below (Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI) 🩷

I think Wade is as much of a freak as everybody else does, but I also really enjoy the sweet, loving side of him. I think he’d be a huge fan of spooning, sexually and otherwise.

First of all, he’d get to hold you close, have you all snug and close to his chest where you can feel his heart pounding. He’d wrap his arms around you and squeeze the softness of your belly, run his fingers through the thatch of hair at your mound, tuck his face into the crook of your shoulder and kiss all over your neck and jaw. It gives him the perfect place to whisper in your ear, breath warm and ticklish against the sensitive skin, soft and sweet words of

He likes grinding against the soft plush of your ass, putting his dick between your cheeks to get some friction. He gets wetter than a glass of water in a monsoon doing that, so it quickly becomes an easy glide as he plays with your nipples, sucking on your earlobe and trailing his nose on your hairline.

He will, after some sleepy-horny whining on your behalf, eventually press the head of his cock to your aching hole, nice and tight from being on your side with your legs pressed together. He’ll be nice and slow (at first), wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you flush against him, letting you really feel his girth as he sinks into you agonizingly slowly. He’ll keep at this torturous pace, making you savor the way he fits you, how just as his length reaches the brink of painfully deep, it stops, bottoming out only to slowly drag the tip of his cock back to your entrance. And again. And again. And again.

When he gets close, it’s not exactly hard to tell. He’s grabbing the plush of your hips to spear you deeper, grunting and slurring debauched words into your ear before he unloads inside you, dick twitching and pulsing against the sensitive walls around it.

And he’ll stay inside you like that, even as he goes soft. Nuzzling his face into your neck and murmuring how perfect that was, how perfect you are. And, honestly, he might doze off with his dick still inside you, if you let him.

#pinky thinky #deadpool #deadpool x reader #wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool smut

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bunnieresources · 4 years ago

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paper mario: the origami king sentence starters.

“ ok. i don’t like that. “

“ don’t worry. i know just what to do in situations like this. you just gotta find ____, right ____? ...oh. “

“ wrong answer. right answer. it matters not. your replies are all paper thin. “

“ always gotta make a flashy entrance, huh? “

“ i’m not sure if i should be amazed or scared, but i’m kind of both? “

“ what a beautiful day. i feel like nothing bad could happen here. unrelated, i have amnesia. “

“ yeah... i’m just gonna play it safe and stay here forever-ish. “

“ if there are some snacks, you gotta give me some. finder’s fee. “

“ my therapist says i’m a contrarian, but i don’t agree. “

“ i can’t keep this up forever, but i’m gonna try... who knew frolicking could be so exhausting? “

“ okay, that’s probably enough... for you! i’ll never get enough! “

“ do you have any idea how deficient i am in vitamin d right now? i’m gonna stand here until i get enough! “

“ who am i kidding? you’re ____! you can do it. “

“ uhhh... tell me, ____. is this what doors normally look like? it isn’t right? "

“ i didn’t do it! ...all right, it was probably me. “

“ how do i look? powerful? imposing? magnificent? maybe even a little cute? “

“ why didn’t anyone tell me that the world could be so wonderful?! “

“ you know that memory loss thing? what’s it called... ambrosia? amnesty? thinky thinky panic? “

“ i could learn a lot from you. master and pupil! hero and sidekick! fate must’ve brought us together. you can’t deny fate... right? “

“ the amnesia must’ve sapped up your memories AND your brainpower. how cruel... “

“ this world is so big, ____... but i understand so little of it. “

“ having buddies is pretty cool so far. i’d definitely recommend it. “

“ i promise! i’d even pinky swear, if i had a pinky. “

“ i wonder why leaves turn red in the fall. do you think they’re embarrassed? “

“ could you read my thoughts? are you... reading them now? please don’t. “

“ that has to be it, right? wow, i’m cute AND clever! “

“ did you SEE that? did you see ME? i hope that looked as cool as it felt! “

“ whoa, ____! you’re out of control... in the best way possible! “

“ did it work?! i closed my eyes. "

" i was just taking a little cat nap. don't mind me. "

" i've been watching over this area for hours! nothing slips past me... even though my eyesight is awful. "

" i have achieved total serenity. my feet... are asleep. "

" this tea is so bitter. blech. should have gotten a soda like i usually do. "

" okay, so... i'm clearly bad at this. "

" wow. you really, really need to get out more. "

" somebody! anybody! preferably ____, if possible! save me! "

" it was dark and scary, but at NO point did i sob fully and uncontrollably. any fibs stating otherwise are just that! dirty, mutinous fibs! "

" can't move forward if you don’t know which way you're going... i read that on a twist off cap once. that bottle of juice was so wise... "

" if i can save a friend like this, it means i've finally become the sort of person i always wanted to be. "

" you watch, i'm gonna touch my toes one of these years! "

" wow, look at this! the lights! the sights! it's all so bright! what a night! i'm a poet, right? "

" ...don't you dare say 'i told you so.' "

" brooooo... i'm vibing so hard with this music. it's like i'm totally oblivious to everything else. "

" i'm incapable of embarrassment! "

" aw, who am i kidding... this isn't good! "

" i never gave up hope. not even when you passed by without seeing me 347 times. "

" is everything just, like, flashing green and purple in front of your eyes, or is it just me? "

" well, that was quite lively! i might have even tapped a toe or two. "

" unrelated... have i mentioned that i have a deep and debilitating fear of fire? "

" oh, uh... thank you for taking care of that. i would have helped, of course, but i'm literally terrified of my own shadow. "

" oh, man... why'd you have to harsh my groove? we had it bumpin' in here! "

" aww, you guys found each other. and now you're parading around in your weird hats. good for you. "

" don't you just love it? you love it. i can tell. "

" whoa! this looks bad! hang on, friend! i'm comin'! "

" are we about to fight? because i'm always ready. let's go! "

" do we get to fight someone? i haven't fought anyone in over an hour! "

" my work is finally complete. so... now what? i guess i could... find a new hobby? maybe i'll learn how to fold origami... "

" don't make a big deal out of it. i'm not used to receiving praise for a job well done... "

" i still hear screaming, but i'm pretty sure it's just in my own head. "

" hmm? oh, i'm not stranded here. i was just taking it all in... "

" wait, this doesn't feel right. i've never had anyone just take my advice outright. now i'm nervous! "

" what is that noise?! this is my first time in a jungle... are mysterious crashing noises good? "

" when this is all over, i'm buying a boat. call it a midlife crisis if you must. "

" eeee! look at that terrible thing! actually, i can't even look. it's too scary! "

" hey! what's the big idea, running away like that? you could've at least warned me! "

" all right, ____. i trust you can handle this. if you need me, i'll be quivering off to the side somewhere... "

" i'm going in─just try and stop me! "

" at the end of the day, i am but a humble servant who is overlooked by always correct... "

" something's in there, ____! i can hear it moaning like a ghost. maybe it IS a ghost! i don't think i can meet a ghost right now. maybe another time, over coffee... "

" they're gonna write a book about this, and then probably a movie that everyone will hate. "

" wow! this is... it's... it's really something! ...what is it we're looking at? "

" this is a magic broom. it's not for sweeping. although... i do already see a few dusty areas that could use some attention. excuse me... "

" do whatever you need to prepare yourself. i'm told some anti-nausea medicine may be in order. "

" i just became so blinded by rage. i did so many unforgivable things... "

" you were so brave to do what you did. we owe you everything. "

#the dialogue is so good #ask memes #ask prompts #inbox memes #inbox prompts #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplaying memes #roleplaying prompts #rp resources #roleplaying resources #writing prompts

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glapplebloom · 3 years ago

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From Pinkie Pie ruining a story to Twilight, this is not how I wanted a connection.

Applejack’s Granduncle Chili Pepper has gone missing and she and her friends are heading to Canter Creek to find him. Turns out he presumably left after being harassed by the Cattle Rustlers: bulls that Rarity and Applejack met prior (though redesigned). Now with them causing trouble, surely our Princess will stop this since she can just use her magic to capture them and send them to prison...

Nope. Because they’re non-magical individuals, Twilight can not touch them despite breaking numerous laws within her sight. And a reminder in the future all of Equestria would have lost its magic if it wasn’t for a non-Magical Pegasus. If this story was better written, it would be over by now. But nope, Twilight got hit with the idiot stick and probably got a concussion.

So Longhorn’s plan is to legally own the farm since Chili Pepper left and h’s been living on the land long enough for squatters rights. Now for those who don’t know what squatters rights are...

The elements of adverse possession are complex, but in very basic terms, the possessor must openly and continuously be the sole occupant of the property for an extended period of time (states vary, often from 5-25 years). In some states, the possessor must pay property taxes. For instance, in California, a claimant must possess the property for a minimum of 5 years and pay taxes on it for the same amount of time. ~ Findlaw.com

So for the minimum they would have to stay there for five years to get such a claim, and even then all it takes to prevent them is for Chili Pepper to show up once. This is a stupid plan. Especially since he thinks the Farm is going to make him money yet scaring off anyone who would possibly go there, making the entire place worthless.

Especially doing stuff like setting the Barn on fire. If he’s a civilian of Equestria, ARSON IS A SERIOUS CRIME! They seem to remember this a few months later in Friends Forever #14 where Dragons who were innocent were forced into curfew. But no, Twilight STILL WON’T DO ANYTHING TO STOP HIM!!!

To be fair, she isn’t not doing anything. She’s just making a stupid plan and was more working on making the name of the trap sound clever than making sure the trap worked. Which it didn’t. The Sheriff even quit with Applejack taking over and the next issue has Longhorn signing the papers that would give him rights to the farm.

So before we continue to talk about how Twilight is an idiot in these comics, let’s talk about this A-Hole Store Clerk. He lives in this town. He knows how Longhorn operated. He’s likely the only Notarizer in town so he has every right to refuse service. Yet here he is helping. Also apparently in Equestria it takes months, not years, to get Squatters Rights.

So what does Twilight, miss “I can’t hurt them because they’re civilians of Equestria” and “We can’t destroy these documents, they’re legally binding”? Pretend to be a Notarizer, mess with said legal documents, and kidnap the real Notarizer (though to be fair that one I’m okay with since he is likely part of the gang).

So what is this plan? While Twilight breaks the law, Applejack and the others follow Patrick’s plan and move the Cattle Rustlers camp somewhere else! After failing two times they managed to succeed while filing the paper work to get the Farm be considered a Historical Site. And only then, when Longhorn bust up a barn, does Twilight use her magic to stop it.

So things that are legal to do according to Twilight...

Presumably run a Farm Owner out of town

Continually rob the town numerous times.

Assault Ponies

Set a Non-Historical Landmark on fire

Lead a stampede into a town causing collateral damage.

With Longhorn defeated, Canter Creek can leave in peace as the Girls goes off to the sunset while forgetting Chili Pepper is still missing. While I think they’re hoping people would assume he just ran away and would come back when the trouble is over, I’m thinking what Pinkie Pie thought happened to him.

Overall, this was a terrible story. Pinkie was bad in Fili Vanilli but Twilight in this story was on a whole other level. Because Twilight refused to fight someone obviously breaking the law, they caused damage to the town and hurt people. If they’re civilians of Equestria, they have to follow the laws. If they don’t, you have full authority as a lawmaker to capture them and ensure they receive their proper punishment. Civility is important to maintain,but when they refuse to do so you got the right to fight back.

So for this rewrite, Apple Bloom comes along and its over before it begins. The moment Longhorn swings, he’s blocked by a bubble and he and his crew are captured. Apple Bloom takes them to the authorities, being officially sanctioned by Celestia to be an official cop in Equestria, as the other girls spend their time trying to find Chili Pepper while trying to run his farm.

#mlp review #MLP Revisit #Green Lantern Apple Bloom #IDW Comics #Comic Series

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oh-its-souichi · 6 years ago

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Yo!

Shigaraki X Reader

Another fic about Shig being a father?

Hell ya

... I can’t help it... Him being a dad just gives me... life.

Im sorry

Also the final chapter of Ultra Violence will be posted sometime this week and after that I will be continuing the Dabi fic Ive been working on.

Warning- I didn’t know how Nomu were made so I just guessed, FLUFF, Daughters name is Shi because its like "she" but spelled cool and Im lazy.

It was all but silent in the warehouse.

Around him was the bothersome buzzing of the machines at work while the water that the Nomu grew in sloshed around. With the attack on the Yuuai summer camp underway they were there to check on Dabi’s Nomu’s.

The patchwork villain wouldn’t shut up about it so Shigaraki, fed up, told him to meet up with his at the warehouse so they could see how the creature was progressing.

To the left of him Kurogiri was fidgeting with a control panel while Shi played with a small nail she had found while wondering around the warehouse.

Dabi stared down at her wondering if he should take the nail away from her but shrugged and turned his attention to one of the brains floating in the sickly green water. "Hey boss are you cool with her having that?" Dabi suddenly spoke the situation irking him for some reason.

Shigaraki looked briefly down at his daughter and grunted seeing no issue. It was nice she had found something to preoccupy herself with instead of badgering him.

Shi quietly hummed a song Shigaraki had heard play at the beginning of one of the magical girl series she was obsessed with.

Well, the one she was obsessed with right now. It seemed to change every week though.

The only reason he was aware of the change is because sometimes he got on his computer to read the news and what not he would hear two little feet tumble into the room, the pressure of her eyes falling on him. “Daddy” she would say locking her sights beginning the silent battle.

He would try to ignore her, grumbling under his breath at her while focusing on whatever he was doing that day until he just gave up.

“Uh fine. You’re so annoying.” he would groan minutes into the stare down.

Begrudgingly he would lift her onto his lap and go to the website that illegally uploaded movies and episodes of various titles, clicking on whatever caught her interest.

Usually the shows consisted of brightly colored character who were overly enthusiastic and made his head ache. His fingers would find their way up to his throat scratching ruthlessly.

He didn’t like having to share especially with a little girl that just walks in and demands things of him without saying a single word but he found it was easier to let her watch it for a few minutes and often times he didnt give into her, like yesterday, but on days he was to exhausred to fight he would

It was better then dealing with her silently crying, having hidden herself under a blanket in a corner somewhere and then you looking at him with the damn puppy dog eyes asking "She just wants to spend time with you T"

The two of you drove him crazy.

But secretly he liked it.

Shi dropped the nail in her hand to the ground and wandered up to his side standing up on her tip toes staring down into the water. “For me?” He heard her say. “Huh? he said twisting his expression underneath Father, casting his sights down to her. She shifted awkwardly under his gaze feeling the pressure. Nervously she twisted the toe of her small beat up sneakers into the cement floor. She had learned in the two years she had been alive that odd things set her father off and it was not fun to be at the receiving end of his dangerous temper. “One for me?” she repeated pointing at herself.

Shigaraki paused letting her words sink in before a smile spread across his face. “You want a Nomu?” he asked shifting his eyes from the little girl to one of the floating brains. A lightness entered his chest and he almost felt uncomfortably elated. The feeling wasn’t entirely new he had felt it before when he saw himself on the news and heard the newscasters say his name with a adorable twang of fear in their voices.

It made him proud.

He felt proud.

He knelt down connecting he red eyes with her similarly colored ones. “Now what would a- How old are you?” he asked. She paused prodding her bottom lip with her pointer finger.

“56 probably”

“56?! Are you stupi-”

“She’s two and a half Tomura Shigraki” Kurogiri said from the work bench himself and Dabi stood by while waiting for the machine he had been using to load the program he had to install. Shigaraki cocked his head in thought. ‘It’s been two years already. What the hell’

Shi had been his greatest mishap.

At 18 you were introduced into his life and he quickly became intrigued by you, obsessed with you. Eventually the two of you formed a strange relationship and he found himself spending more time alone with you in his room, knocking you up in the process.

After breaking the news to All for One he was surprised the elder man was somewhat supportive. ‘It’s a little earlier then I would have liked it to be but it’s good to secure an ere.’

They were not exactly the words he wanted to hear but that’s all ancient history now.

He studied her childish features seeing a lot more of himself in her face then you. She had light blue hair that was slightly wavy and bright red eyes the only real difference being she was a little bit cuter.

“What would a two year old want with a Nomu?” he asked. Shi with a determined look on her face walked away from her father (to his confusion) making her way to Kurogiri where she interrupted the conversation he and Dabi were having to tug the newspaper he had in his hand. He released it watching her shyly walk back to Shigaraki. Clumsily unfolding the paper she pointed to a picture of All Might that was printed on it. “For Game over” she said.

Shigaraki’s breath got caught in his throat leaving him breathless, his chest tightening harshly. Quickly his brain was overrun with images of him and his daughter releasing mass destruction upon the city hand in hand, well pinky in pinky. The effects on the public seeing a small innocent child basically murder innocent civilians would shake then to their core. The heros wouldnt even know what to do.

“Well” he said “What a promising little mistake you’re turning out to be. Kurogiri give one of these to her” he said grabbing Shi lightly by the hand, twirling her around.

Kurogiri looked away from Dabi who raised his eyebrows unimpressed. “Are you sure that is wise?” he asked warily. Shigaraki dropped Shi’s hand raising up his arms. “What kind of father would I be to deny his own daughter’s wishes and aspirations.” he said smiling down on Shi who blushed. Dabi scoffed “Where was that attitude when you yelled at her for wanting to watch that kid show? Isnt that kinda like denying her aspirations??”

Shigaraki grew irritated “ Shut up patchwork. Kurogiri can you do it or not?” he asked glaring at the man.

Kurogiri sighed to himself. “Yes I will set it up now” he said moving himself back to the control panel silently thinking to himself. (A peek into the mind of Kurogiri- ‘WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS ABSOLUTE HELL GOBLIN THINKI-)

Dabi flashed Kurogiri an amused look before propping himself against one of the metal tables that sat adjacent to the Nomu’s “So Shi” he said earning a glare from Shigaraki.

Shi looked at him shyly her cheeks flushed. “Once you get this Nomu of yours how are you going to take him down?”

She thought for a moment before smiling viciously, much like her fathers smile. “Like this!” she triumphed fiercely punching Dabi in the leg making him jump slightly in shock. Shigaraki burst out in laughter standing up to ruffle Shi’s hair. “Very good!” he praised picking her carefully up. “Next time aim a little higher.”

...

Later in the evening after you had returned from shopping you expected to be berated by Shigaraki for being out to long but instead were left alone. Pleasantly surprised you retired to the bar reading one of your books when you noticed Shi and her father whispering to one another for a suspicious amount of time. You snuck a glance at them every now and then. It was very rare for him to interact with her so much.

Breaking their secret meeting Shi wobbled over to you with a smile as bright as the sun.

“Hi mommy” she said attempting to grapple up the stool to the right of you. “Hi Shi” you replied setting the book you had attempted to read down on the bar top. You reached your arms out to grab her and lift her up but were beat when Shigaraki picked her up with two pinkies in the air and placed her on top of the stool. You smiled at her as she situated herself, resting her head on her arms with a big yawn. Her eyes drooped and you could tell she was fighting off a powerful wave of sleep. It was a little past her bedtime. Normally Tomura was so strict about bedtime but today he didn’t seem bothered by her presence as he normally did.

“How was today?” you asked mimicking her position feeling a finger run gently down your spine it’s owner retiring next to you, unmasking himself. Ephemerally you looked at him puzzled. “He sure is in a good mood today’ you thought becoming instantly reluctant about the situation. “Good. I got Nomu!” Shi exclaimed tiredly.

You turned your attention back to her lovingly brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ears. “You got a Nomu?” you questioned looking to Kurogiri for some sort of explanation who only looked back at you exhausted. ‘Great’ you thought. “Yep!” Shi said happily. “Daddy give it!” You clicked your tongue and sat up resting your eyes on your handsome boyfriend who only beamed proudly.

A chuckle slipped past your lips. “He did huh? I’m sure that is going to be very fun for the two of you especially when daddy gets to clean up whatever mess you and the Nomu make.” Shigaraki grunted at your words not liking the sound of that.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura x reader #shimura tenko #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction #mha shigaraki

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