#sorry its been so long but ya know aha life

[korn-y-copia]

Hello, yes I am still alive, I still love Copia, and I had a hell of a time just blocking a bunch of bots that have manifested in my absence...all things are as they should be. 

[bring-forth-your-justice]

Can i request an ADA x teen!reader ( platonic ofc ) where reader lives in a very toxic house w an abusive father but all the ADA member start to worrying abt them and think something is wrong bc they always come back with injuries and they finally decide to do something after that reader just broke down and they comfort them

:( i need some comfort so yea if its ok ofc u can skip it have a nice day ♡♡♡

Sorry this took some time anon, thank you for requesting, I wouldn't dare skip it. I hope you’re doing alright, you're never alone know that. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for ya.

TW// mentions of abuse, blood, child neglect

Word count: 2k

Just angst and sad weather. Hope its good for my first BSD fic.

A soft breeze filled with springs essence flowed gently into the quaint office placed atop the red bricked building. It wasn’t much to look at, not really, other than its red exterior taking the eyes attention for a split second, there wasn’t much else to it.

Unless one was aware of its top floored residence. Quite the loud bunch many would complain. Always someone shouting and screaming about tardiness, unsettling comments about severing limbs, and often other occupants would notice a trail of emptied snack bags leading to the office. Simply a place to stay away from.

Now that was what you called home. 

The hums of the crowded streets played out in a symphony in front of you, just another side walk to cross and you were home. Home .. If the word stayed on your tongue for too long it might lose it meaning, or worse, become sour in taste. 

That top floor, was home. It had only been maybe 8 months since you began working there as an assistant. The Armed Detective Agency, the name really says all there was to it. The work wasnt too difficult, after all, you were a hardworker and you’ve been working your whole life one way or another. The president had made some adjustiments to your workload considering you were still a high school student. Of course you adamantly expressed your capabilities, but underneath it all, you were relieved. 

The breeze grazed your face and ruffled your hair, adding more knots into it after you had done so much to ensure it looked perfect, like nothing had happened. You sighed with a hint of ire plaguing not just your voice but your eyes. Perhaps holding your tongue could have granted you another hour or two of sleep. Alas, thinking of such what if’s was something you slowly learned to block out. It was pointless to fantisize of what could be anyhow.

You continued to fix your hair as you walked up the stairs, soon reaching the gates to your heaven with the oh so familiar sign positioned at the door. You hesitated briefly even as the sign urged you to come in just as the Earth welcomed rain. Thoughts began to overwhelm you. Mornings were never easy. You weren’t a sunflower waiting to greet the sun as the sun showers you with blessings and you return its gift with a smile. It was always terrifying. He was terrifying.

No matter what you did, no matter how hard you tried, you would never be enough to satisfy his will. At times, that thought alone shot bolts of desperation throughout your body, like an injured animal finding some way to stop the bleeding. What were you so desperate for? Home. It’s right in front of you, so why can’t you accept it now?

‘I didn’t get enough time to cover some of the bruises, what if they-’

“Ah you made it L/N-chan!” 

You shot up slightly at the new sound that entered your bubble. Your gaze turned towards the young boy’s voice, noticing his ragged hair. ‘Always quite slanted, not a single strand the same,’ you mused. “Atsushi you startled me aha..” Although the chuckle may have been a bit strained, you were happy to know your voice wasn’t void of that hint of delight to see him. 

“A-ah! Sorry! I guess I’ve been sneaking up on a lot of people lately. The other day it was Lucy, I made her drop her dish in the cafe- I really did apologize but she was very close to throwing me from a bridge aha-” Atsushi had a tendency of causing trouble from simple, and often innocent, actions. It was always amusing to hear about from him, they’ve never failed to crack you out of your reclusive state. 

Atsushi’s eyes wandered briefly to a mismatched coloured blotch on your arm, one you tried to conceal under your sleeves. When you took notice of his gaze, you quickly shifted that arm out of view; watching his shy and gentle eyes become disturbed with remorse. That unconcealable wrapping on your leg wasn’t any better to look at you figured, and you were sorry he had to see it. It was only for a moment though. He seemed more at ease once you smiled back at him. 

“If she did push you, I’d call Kyoka-chan.” You continued back at where the conversation left off at. At that Atsushi shaked his hands, trying to prevent the fictional scenario. “N-No! Kyoka might end up doing more than dragging me out of the water-” You both laughed at the scenario at the underlying understanding of Kyoka’s protectivness of Atsushi’s well being.

As you both walked into the office together, a scent of candies and coffee lingered in the air and the bustling office welcomed your arrival. Your eyes lingered on Atsushi as he made his way over to his desk to get started on what you could only assume to be another stack of Dazai’s unfinished paperwork. ‘I should go and get him some coffee, he might need it to finish all that.’ Looking at that stack was alone to make you wince and move towards your own desk. 

You usually make your rounds to greet everyone, but today was a difficult day and you were more tired than usual. So you figured finishing your work early would be the best way to go about things. As you began, the usual shenanigans continued to buzz around the agency. Naomi chasing Tanizaki begging him to bother himself with her rather than his work, the murmurs of the president and his secretary disgusing financial documents in his office, Ranpo-san’s loud crunches as he muched on what could’ve been his 15th chip bag of the day, and to top it off, Kunikida’s excessive yelling. You may be a hardworker but in this case, you couldn’t hold a handle to Kunikida’s work ethic. He kept everyone on task, or so he tried. 

While he was on his daily rant about Dazai’s tardiness to anyone who would listen, you felt a dreadful turmoil brewing in your head.

That buzzing in your head was a little more than unsettling. And just as your hand went to go reach your head, there it was again, that word. 

“Home.”

Why was it coming to the forefront of your mind? Why couldn’t that thought be subdued? Why were you so unlucky that the only word that haunted you was the one you cherished just as much?

He. Your father. Just a shadow of what he could’ve- no, should’ve been. A shadow who gained sentience and refuses to let you breathe. 

Your ‘home’ was hell personified. Every move you took would inevitably burn your feet. So you took no steps at all. Yet even then the fire raged on and clung to you. 

And right now, that fire was engulfing your head. 

You could faintly see Dr.Yosano in the distance, making her way to you. You couldn’t quite make out her expression when you dropped to floor and the fire took your eyesight.

~~~~~~~~~

Sometimes sleep was the only solace you could get, so you tried to cherish it whenever you could. This time, there was something different about the black void of unconsciousness. A dull pain.

It lingered and poked you in the void. Slowly voices became more clear, and feeling returned to your hands. Still, those wonderful eyes of yours refused to leave the dark. 

A part of you couldn’t deny that you liked it that way, but that poking sensation wouldn’t let you dream. 

You never had time for it.

So your eyes opened, breaking through the fire, and into the blinding lights of the ceiling panels. 

~~~~~~~~

“You’re awake-!” There a pair of wide yellowish-purple eyes looked back at you, secured with a load of concern.

It was Atsushi, worried about you as always. You wished he’d worry about himself more. 

It didn’t quite hit you that you were on Dr. Yosano’s lap or the fact there were tears in your eyes, slowly streaming down your eyes. Not until Kyouka, who sat next to Atsushi wiped them gently. 

What happened to you? 

Your body must’ve been more aware than your mind as it expressed it’s emotions more freely than how your mouth could vocalize them. Slowly you sat up and noticed exactly what had caused you to lose consciousness.

“What happened… y/n?”

Blood loss.

Dr. Yosano looked at the open wounds on your legs, carefully unwrapping the loosely tied bandages around them. She was inspecting the wound just as she was inspecting your face. 

They all were looking at you. Kunikida with a glass of water held firmly in his hand. Kyouka who stayed quietly by Atsushi, looking at your wounds. Yosano who looked slightly unnerved at the blood yet continued to press on; cleaning the wound. Atsushi who looked at you as though he knew and didn’t at the same time. But he wanted to know, oh how he wanted you to tell him. 

And suddenly, it was hard. 

You were young. You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The tears poured out and so did the words you held in for so long. You tried to hold it all in, but everyone has their limits. Atsushi held you closely as you cried into his arms. Kyouka followed and joined the hug. 

She understood. 

You may be older than her but she knew your pain just as well. 

Yosano worked on your legs with utmost care and gentleness. She knew better than to ask to heal using her unorthodox methods. She’d rather not do that, even if it took away all the physical pain, it wouldn’t do anything for your mental anguish. So she helped in the ways she could. 

Kunikida offered you that glass of water as you talked and cried. He stepped back for a moment, eyes still intently on you as you spoke with your shaky voice and teary eyes. Until he caught the sight of someone hidden in the corner of the agency.

Dazai.

His expression was unreadable as always yet there was a sense of conflict stiring in those lax eyes of his that Kunikida rarely saw. Just as Kunikida noticed him standing there in obscurity, he left through the agency’s doors. Kunikida knew to follow him in case Dazai had finally built a sense of justice and planned to do something rash.

~~~~~~~~

When the tears stopped, you sat there with your ragged yet quiet, breathing. Atsushi never once left your side. Kyouka still sat by you, unmoving. Kenji had returned a little while ago and brought you over some tissues and began reciting stories of his farm life adventures. 

Ranpo finally appeared again. His whereabouts were always where his interests lied…. Or where the snacks were. Thus, it wouldn’t surprise you if he had been there the whole time, just hidden away. 

With a lollipop still in his mouth, he looked down at you. You couldn’t read his eyes, you barely ever saw them when you think about it. Kenji, continued to talk while your attention shifted to Ranpo. He brought his arm forward, in his hand, a single lollipop. He motioned you to take it. 

When it was in your hands, he was already gone back to whatever he was doing, yet you stared at it as though it were gold. 

Home…. A place that’s warm.. A place you feel loved..

You were home. You were safe.

And so you smiled, it would be okay.

~~~~~~~~

Weeks had passed since then, your father was arrested on accounts of child abuse and neglect and you were free from his torment. That moment when Kunikida had left that day, he must’ve gone to seek out your father you supposed. Regardless, you were thankful to not just him, but the entire agency. 

You were free, and you would be okay.

That ‘home’ meant nothing to you, so with Fukuzawa-san’s permission, you were allowed to move into the agency dorms. Again, nothing you could do would expression your gratefulness towards him.

Although old habits and traumas never die, you were healing. You had people who loved you and cared for you. People who would laugh with you as Kunikida and Dazai fought. People who would eat with you when you couldn’t sleep. And people who watched over you, even if silently.

You weren't alone, and most importantly, you were happy.

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Sweet Release

✨SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE✨

Hey @h3apm3ch4n151m. Enjoy. ❤️

Warning(s): kiss, suffocation, the effects of the vacuum of space on the human body

So this is it.

Here you are.

Your ship, completely destroyed.

You, the only survivour of the destruction.

And now you wait for death. You float endlessly through space, your oxygen slowly running out.

There are many ways you could die here in deep space. You could be pulled into the gravity of a planet... or, god forbid, a star or black hole...

However, what seems most likely right now is suffocation. It will be slow and painful, but hey, so will every other death you could possibly have in this god-forsaken endless void...

...

Suddenly, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

It almost looks like... an eel, of some kind... or maybe a person... or maybe both...?

"Aaaahhh~ What a surprise this is~" A strange, almost ethereal voice calls out, presumably from that strange creature... "How strange, I don't see your kind thiiiiis deep very often~"

You freak out and reach to your waist for a weapon, but... unfortunately for you, all of the weapons were on the ship, and you didn't have any time to grab any... so, you just have to deal with whatever this thing chooses to do with you...

"A human, hm~? I wonder why you were so deep in my territory~" The creature giggles, and begins to wrap its body around you. "Mining operation to find stuff that doesn't exist on your planet~? Or maybe you were preparing for war, I've heard your kind really likes war~"

"Let go of me-!" You demand, wriggling in this creature's grasp.

"Please, we both know you're on the verge of death, so I have no reason to kill you~!" He pats you on the head. "So, you have absolutely noooo reason to worry about me doing anything to ya~"

"...so then, what do you want from me...?"

"I just want to talk to you, that's all! I don't get to talk to people like you very often, seeing as your kind live so far away from this area..." He sighs. "...not just your kind, practically no intelligent life lives out here, so I'm always so bored and hungry... aha, but now I have you to talk to~! My name's Floyd, by the way~! Tell me, why are you here? You didn't answer me earlier!!"

Well, he sure is persistent...

"If you really must know, my crew and I were searching for another habitable planet..."

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!" He bursts out in laughter, squeezing you a bit tighter with his long, slightly glowing tail. "Aaahh~ That's hilarious~ You're gonna die, and it will have been for nothing~"

"Huh-?"

"There aren't any habitable planets out here, none whatsoever~! Isn't that funny?? You were going in the complete wrong direction if you wanted somewhere to live~!" He finally stops laughing at you. "Say, Shrimpy, how many people were in that 'crew' of yours?"

"Shrimp-? N-never mind... whatever... anyways, there were..." You pause, thinking about everyone. All the people you knew on that ship, your friends, enemies, acquaintances... all of them, gone... "Including me... there were... 106 people on our ship..."

He begins to laugh again... a cruel, unending, boisterous laugh.

"S-sorry, sorry~ I hardly ever get to talk with people like you, and just... aaaah, it always surprises me how hilarious you are~ You're all so funny, and so pathetic, too~"

"Great, I get to be made fun of and laughed at in the last moments of my life..." You sigh. You're starting to feel the effects of your oxygen running out...

"Aw, sorry Shrimpy~ Tell ya what, I could make sure you have a nice time as you go out~" Floyd insists, moving so that you can see his face clearly.

"I highly doubt that you could give me a nice death..."

"We could kiss~" He licks his lips. "I could make sure it's really nice for ya! But... ehe, you have that stupid helmet in the way. Just take it off~"

"But... I-I'd die... horribly..."

"So? You're gonna die horribly anyways! Why not do this?? At least this'll be quick~"

Well, he does have a point...

This will probably be faster than suffocation...

"...alright then. Why not... I mean, not much else I can do..." You sigh, and bring you hands up to your head... are you really about to do this?

"Here, let me help ya~"

He places his hands on your helmet just as you do.

And then, the two of you pull it off of you.

You immediately feel the effects of the vacuum.

You feel like you're boiling alive, but it's freezing at the same time... your eyes feel like they're going to explode- no- it's your entire head...

Floyd presses his lips firmly onto yours.

You can practically feel the air being sucked right out of your lungs... soon, the deoxygenated blood will reach your brain... and then, you'll fall unconscious... and finally die...

Just twelve more seconds.

...

The kiss is amazing.

Strangely enough, it almost helps you forget about how much pain you're in.

And slowly, slowly, slowly...

You drift off into your eternal sleep.

...

...

...

...

"Shrimpy, wake upppp... I'm bored..."

You wake up on the floor of your boyfriend's dorm room.

"Agh, my head... what happened...?" You ask, rubbing the back of your head in pain.

"We fell asleep together watching a movie about space." Floyd tells you. "You must've fallen off the bed at some point, heh~"

"Oh... oh, I... I see..."

You stare up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about that experience...

It was all... a dream.

...

Strange.

[sealovinq]

XELLE OMG HI its been way too long 😭😭 idk if u rmbr me .. previously @/recordplayershipping (scout) !!! i saw u as i was clearin out my discord friends list recently n i wanted to come see how u were doing 🥺 i hope schools going well!!! also take this as a free pass to introduce me to the f/o ur fixated most on rn!!!!!!! <3

HELLO HELLOO!!!! AAAAAAA SCOUT I MISSED YOU SM!!! of course i remember you omg you're literally one of my fav moots /gen i'm sorry if this took too long WAAA i didn't know which f/o to talk about.... and yes i've been SUPER busy with school and it's starting again in a few days so 😭 BUT TYSM FOR STOPPING BY, I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL TOO<3333!!!

it's actually been a while since i got a new f/o... but i started rewatching m.lp (my lit.tle pon.y) and am currently around season 5 and erm... ya girl got a crush on one of the main 6 GGRGRBRHRJFJ she reminds me of my partner irl so WIWIWIEIJEJ HAHA NOT SURPRISING....

in reference to that previous post of mine i was actually referring to appl.ejack 🙈🙈 LOOK who doesn't like a masculine woman (mare in this case) who can carry me without breaking a sweat amiright WEEEHEHHEJD.... and the human version (NOT E.QG) fanarts of her DID NOT HELP because they all drew her with a muscular body and i am literally!!! so weak for that!!! HELLO!!! SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWGIRL 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

i've made a ponysona too UABAYUSBDHDJ i haven't drawn her with aj as of yet because i suck at drawing ponies 😭 and i haven't made much lore about them either but i just like thinking about them hehehehehe

here she is!! my precious lil gem!! i based her off of the color palette of the beach hehe classic ocean-loving me. she's besties with ra.rity and would often come to her for advice about what to do with aj (pre-dating). again i haven't developed her but she's very Pretty and i love her so so so much. i would love to see her getting introduced to farm life by aj even though she's a bit icky about dirt but she'd do anything for the Girlfriend!!!

speaking of ra.rity i actually kin her! so it doesn't bother me when i see ra.rijack or any other ships involving aj tbh. BUT HELL when i do see ra.rijack I GET SO HYPED BECAUSE WE ARE SO CANON<333!! yes she is holding my waist and kissing me on the mouth yes that is me with the curly purple hair ehe

idk i just love aj a lot 🥺🥺🤧 i love especially how she's so blunt sometimes UABSHDIJD and she's so hardworking and does everything for her friends and such a sweetheart eeuuuuuuehhhh.... i wanna smooch her so badly and make her flustered AWAWWAEAEEEEEE

also i've re-explored my gender and decided i am more of genderfae (basically a gender that fluctuates to any gender except masculine ones, for example i can be feminine or neutral any time but never masculine ones) and have developed an attraction to mascs which aj perfectly fits into... aha <33

i don't think i'd be shipping with her e.qg version. they're canonically high schoolers and usually range around 16-18 but it's not confirmed so it's still kinda weird so i'm sticking to her pony version! og is always the best anyway 😍😍🙏

look at Her and her Handsome Face

SHE!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🧡🧡🧡🧡

[xgryffinwhore]

mama i’m in love with a hitman

summary: two years with barry what could go wrong? oh yeah hes a murderer-

warnings: some angst, marriage proprosal oop-

you had originally begun acting because it was the only affordable option to get you some time away from your family. ya, you still lived with your family.

anyways, acting became kind of like a release for you. you had been going for about 4 months now, you loved everyone you worked with, they were such great people.

then one day, barry berkman showed up,

and basically changed your life.

the first day you saw him, your heart basically feel out of your ass. holy shit was this guy hot; tall, mysterious, and awkward as hell. perfect.

you took him under your wing, immediately engaging with him and bugging him about his person endeavors and whatnot. you two became inseparable, youre bascially the only reason he even uses his messaging app.

you showed him the ropes of LA, giving him tours of sketchy venues, shitty Chinese restaurants. you always felt so awful for him, dragging him around to every place.

"I'm sorry, barry, im just trying to give you the full LA experience"

"its ok, being seen with the prettiest girl in LA isnt so bad"

yeah, one thing led to another, and you had moved into barry's apartment a year after. your relationship was strong; you cuddle, argue, fuck, all of that modern day romance contraband.

everything was exceptional, other than the fact that he was dragging his feet on marrying you...

yeah, you had dropped some major hints. wedding magazines everywhere, leaving honeymoon deals up on the desktop, evening face timing your friend and talking obnoxiously loud about the idea of getting hitched.

tomorrow was your two year anniversary, and you two had been buzzing about it all week, all the lovey dovey language and such.

"babe, tomorrows the day" he squeezed your shoulders from behind you. you were sitting at the coffee table, and he had just served you toast. "i know old man, didnt think we'd last did ya?" "first of all, im only like four years older than you, second" he kissed you on your temple "i knew you were the one."

in the midst of sipping your coffee and passing back and forth news papers, barry’s phone begins to vibrate; the name “Fuches” catches your eye. who was fuches and why did barry have to step out of the room to answer it?

when he came back he looked ghostly, his complexion pale and his lips quivering slightly. “all ok?” you ask, trying to sound lowkey; “uh um- yep. just have to head out for a bit, they need me at work.”

he left abruptly after, grabbing a hat and his black coat. weird. it was the middle june.

you hadn’t heard from him all day, except for a text at lunch that said

barry: Won’t be home tonight, dont forget to lock up.

your heart sunk, the day before your two year. i mean really what was his damage? you didn’t realize how hard it was to fall asleep without him, you tossed and turned until you eventually caved in and called.

ring...... ring.....

ring..........ring......

‘hey! it’s barry berk-uh um block! leave a message if you want to i guess um ok bye howthefuck do i turnthisthing off-OHH!’

oh how you missed that dorky man, true, it had only been a few hours but his touch was your saving grace. the line beeped and you decided to leave him something

“aha hey bar, y/n here. beds cold without you. miss you. be safe.”

the night way cold and long, you were drifting to sleep. but you heard the front door jangle. you sleepily run down the hall way and run straight into barry. you hugged him, his bosy was stiff and he was trying to inch away from you. "bar!" you whined looking up at him, his nose was bloody and he had a black eye.

“bar?” you wiped his cupid’s bow, the sleepy haze quickly wearing off. he pushes past you “just fell, please just wait for me in bed.” by the time you caught up with him at the bathroom, the door was already shut.

you heard the shower turn on, and you could hear him faintly hiss in pain. he was in there for a while, by the time he got back you could hear the birds chirp, which means it must have been close to 5 am. the sun was still down, and you watch his dark figure slip into bed next you to.

“i love you.” he whispered

“i love you too.” you turned to face him, you knew something was up, you knew he had been hiding something.

“you always leave in the night, when i’m sleeping you always leave barry. is it another women?” barry’s face contorts into a confused scribble. “y/n what? you’re the only one.”

“then why don’t you tell me what you’re really up to. go’s we’ve been dating for two years and you can’t even tell me why you sneak away in the night?!”

barry grabs your hands and puts them close to his face “god y/n i’m sorry happy two years” he gushed and kisses your fingers. a tear trailed down his stubbly cheek. “there are just things i can’t tell you because i don’t want to lose you.”

this hurt you, barry knew all of your deepest secrets, the things you never told anyone other then him. all of this had you worked up, how could he speak to you this way the day of your two year mark? despite his protests, you packed a tooth brush and drove to your friends to stay the night. this was just too much for 3am, you needed space. to clear your head.

you didnt sleep at all that night, you nodded off from 8am to 10, your friend waking you up. "girl i know you dont want to hear this... but barry is outside, hes been parked here since 9" she threw your jeans at you "now go outside and work this shit out, im not prepared to deal with your heart boken ass."

so you put on jeans, and headed for disaster.

you came outside, 'sleepy always looks so good on her' barry thought to himself. you loved him so much, it was so hard to fight with him.

"listen bar, im sorry im just sensitive you know th-"

"y/n"

barry never interrupted you. for as long as you remember there has never once been a time where barry talked over you, or interrupted what you were saying. its something you loved about him, he always seemed so interested in what you had to say, he thought your words where so important.

"yes?"

he pulled a rolled up magazine out of his pack pocket, it was yours, it had faded circles on what cakes and dresses you wanted. he unrolled it and scurried to the 5th page. he pointed at the big raise ranch that you put exclamation points next to.

"this house, i want this house."

he went to the 8th page.

"and this car, we could have that if i stop going to wendys so much"

he giggled to himself and mumbled something about how he knows a guy that can re pair a cooling system.

'uh-um ok barry, what does this have to do with anything? house, car, is this what you drove over here to tell me? you want a better car? you need a bigger house."

he shook his head and trialed to the second page with that beautiful sheath wedding dress, you remembered that.

"youll wear this yeah? some time in the early fall. wouldnt that be nice, still warm, and the leaves-oh the leaves- orange and yellow bring out your eyes so i just figured."

he pulled out the rock, and shit, it didn’t disappoint. you’re not materialistic but what the FUCK?! how did he even afford that-

he slipped it on your finger and you both embraced. messy kisses all over whatever skin you two could find. it was bliss, it was happiness.

you hugged for a while. just sat there reflecting on how far you two had come, and how happy he was going to make you feel for the res rod your life. it’s crazy, you thought marriage wasn’t in the cards for you. but with barry, you can see 5 kids, a dog, and a stupid picket fence.

you were so captured in this moment, you didn’t notice barry’s demeanor change. you looked up and him, he was pale white, staring behind his shoulder at the street. you leaned over his forearm and saw a beat up mom car.

in it was a shaggy dude, didn’t look too much older then barry. he was plump in the face, and his face was aged.

“fuches!?” barry exclaimed.

“come on. we have a hit, i habe your sniper in the back. now.”

another WHAT?

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Some Ectoloader Fluff!!

Under the cut because it got long!

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

Higari groaned at the insistent beeping that was coming from the bedside table and pushed himself over the side of the bed, earning a rather loud thump from the floor as he made contact with it.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Curling up in the blanket that he dragged down with him, the smaller man ignored the constant beeping and tried to go back to sleep.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

He heard a muffled grumbling come from the other side of the bed and listened as the other man shuffled around.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Hrghhhhhhigariiii...” a sleepy Ectoplasm called out, prying his eyes open slowly and reaching out to try and find the other, who was still curled up, face down, on the floor. “Hey....’gari....hello???”

Silence. For a moment. Before-

Beep! Beep! Beep!

He blinked at the lack of response and tried again. More overdramatically, this time. “Good morning? Higari? Hello? Any response from my tiny little mole man, my husband, the love of my life?”

This earnt a snicker from the other man and Higari rolled over to respond to his sleepy husband.

“Heh, flattery won’t get you anywhere! I’m not movin-“

BEEP! BEEP—

“Oh shut up!! Bloody thing...” Higari snapped at the alarm, which I must say, was doing its job pretty well.

“Maybe it would stop if you...oh, I don’t know...moved and turned it off?” The other man sarcastically replied, staring at the ceiling and shivering slightly at the lack of a duvet cover - which had been gleefully stolen by the smaller man on his way down to greet the floor a good morning.

“Mmmhhh....do I have to?” Higari complained from his ‘comfortable?’ place on the floor.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Ecto waited silently in response to his husband’s laziness and yawned loudly. Feeling the slightly judgemental silence coming from the other man, Higari finally sat up and shuffled towards the bedside table.

BEEP! BEE— *click*

“Goddamn clock needs to be quieter...” the smaller man mumbled, before leaning back down and pulling the blanket over his shoulders once again. Yawning, he plopped his head over the side of the bed and smiled wearily at his husband who was now sitting up, stretching his arms out in front of him and returning the smile in a tired manner.

“Thank you for turning that thing off.” Ecto said, pouting ever so slightly as Higari grumbled about the ‘noisy clock’. “Hm. I guess no one wants to speak to me this morning...I’m sad now....see, I’m pouting, I’m sad.”

Higari fought back a snicker and pulled himself back up onto the bed, sliding towards the other man and draping himself over him. “Arghhh, you drama queen- good morning, dear, honey, person whom I love! You beautiful angel, you, goOD MOrniNG!”

Ecto let out a bright laugh at his tiny husband’s funny and somewhat snarky remark and wrapped his arms tightly around the smaller figure. “Good morning! See! It wasn’t that hard to wish your husband a good morning now was it, love?”

“I blame that stupid bloody clock...” the lighter haired man huffed and buried his face deeper into Ecto’s chest.

“Well, you know you could’ve still responded earlier...”

“Woah, hon, aren’t you being needy this morning!” Higari teased with a chuckle.

“You love me really~” the darker haired man sang his reply.

Higari pretended to think very carefully about that question, before being jabbed in the sides by a sneaky Ectoplasm, launching him into fits of laughter as he tried to resist the sudden tickle attack.

“Haha! No- no wait aha I’m, pffff- hahaha I’m sorry- I’m sorry ahahaha!!” The smaller man rolled about, trying to stop himself from laughing. “Ahaha I’m sorry, I didn’t-ahaha didn’t mean it-”

Ecto raised an eyebrow and loosened his grip ever so slightly on the tiny man, who was still giggling. “Hm. Should I be convinced? You didn’t confirm it.....you haven’t said it to me this morning, this is unbelievable!”

Once Higari had managed to stop laughing, he sat back up and looked down at his lanky husband, chuckling quietly.

“Ahhh! You caught me! I do love you! What a shock, ohhh I’m so embarrassed....oh nooo.....” he cried out over-dramatically, pausing slightly to sweep his incredibly messy hair out of his face. “What a drama queen you are! But hey, I love you anyway, hon.”

Ecto snickered and pulled Higari back down to lay on his chest. “Goodness, I would sure hope so!!”

The smaller man lifted his head and chortled at the others comment. “Yeah ‘course! Heheh...it’s not like it’s been long or anything, no no, only 15 years married, no big deal!”

Ecto smiled and nuzzled his face into the top of Higaris head, his own head getting engulfed in the other’s incredibly messy and dishevelled hair. “And those years have been the best 15 years of my life!”

Higari felt his cheeks heat up slightly as he chuckled and looked back up at his husband, pressing their foreheads together gently just like they had always done to show their love for one another.

“Well, I can agree with ya for that one!” He laughed and placed a small kiss on the tip of Ecto’s nose.

The lanky man smiled happily and sat up, causing Higari to slide off the side of the bed yet again.

Thump.

Ecto let out a startled “oh!” Before sniggering and peering over the side of the bed at his tiny husband. “Ahaha- what...what’re you doing down there, dear?���

“Aaaahhhhh....I’ve fallen...again...how sad, now I need to be rescued...oh noooo....” Higari dramatically called out, placing the back of one hand against his forehead in a enthusiastic manner and holding out the other to the man who was gazing at him from above.

Letting out a loud sigh, the taller man grabbed his husband’s hand and pulled him up gently. “Oh no! You little damsel in distress!”

“Yep.” Higari chirped, helping Ecto shuffle to the edge of the bed and passing him his prosthetics, before placing a kiss on the top of his head. “And you saved me! Thank you, my lovely knight in shining armour!!”

The other man watched happily as his partner waddled around trying to get himself ready for work, already thinking about how busy they’d be as soon as they stepped inside the bustling hero school.

But hey, they were used to it, and despite how stressful teaching a bunch of bubbly kids could be, they were fond of them. Truly. And despite how bad their days could get...they always had each other to come home to...and that was enough to make even the worst of days better!

Higari turned to his husband after changing and checking his phone to look at the schedule for that day, grinning and stifling a small yawn.

“Guess it’s gonna be a busy day!”

[lo-55]

Playing With Fire Ch. 3

Ignition

@emrysaf

You’ve decided. You’re going to marry Maki. 

You’re going to marry her and adopt Sputter and Flare, and you’ll all live happily ever after in the cathedral and- 

You’re broken out of your thoughts when Maki smacks you so hard you literally see stars and throws you on the ground. 

“... owe.”

If everything else hadn’t cemented the fact that you were really living inside Fire Force, the pain of Maki’s fist and the hard concrete under your cheek sure would have. Holy hell, how was she so strong?

You roll over on your back to look up at her. 

“I bet,” you begin, “that you could bench press me if you really wanted to.”

Maki’s cheeks pink and she huffs down at you. “Why aren’t you using your pyrokinesis? Do you think I can’t handle it?”

I have no idea how to do that! 

“Nope, Nope! I’m sure you could wipe the floor with me, it’s not that miss!” You said quickly. “I was just in awe of you, sorry,” you salute quickly, and watch pink crawl across Maki’s face. 

So cute!! 

“H-honestly! At least use your spear!” 

You perk up. Spear? The Sun Spear? Is that what you have here? An answer! Finally! An answer! 

Maki takes your surprise for something else. “No one told you that they’d sent it over ahead of you? You should really keep better of your gear.” 

You dip your head quickly. “Yes, yes. Sorry. Can you show me where it is, please?” 

“Sure,” Maki smiles at you, “We’re about done for now, anyhow. Let’s go back inside and wash up. Sister Iris and Shinra should be waiting.” 

Maki takes you back into the cathedral, away from the training area on the roof. The cathedral really is pretty run down. The walls could use a good scrubbing, the floor boards either need to be replaced or are missing entirely, and there’s a lot of cracks in the tile and missing corners. The windows are fine, if not dusty, and the stained glass pieces are really beautiful. The whole place smells faintly of burnt wood and gun oil. It’s not bad, but its certainly unfamiliar. Everything is so vivid. The way it smells. The sound of the building settling, and the birds outside, and the voices of your new comrades. 

It’s amazing. 

Kinda terrifying, but crazy cool too. 

After a quick shower for each of you Maki shows you to the weapons room, where a long, thin case is rested against a wall between two racks of guns. Obi’s shield is propped up in one corner, along with a couple of his weird stabbing things that he puts infernals to rest with. You’ve been here two days now, and you’ve seen him use it twice.

You don’t know how, but you know instinctively that that case belongs to you. 

You go to it. There’s a strap along the back, like the kind on a violin case. You carefully set it on a table, mindful of the bullets stacked on top of it. With a few clicks you undo the buttons on either end and open up the case. Inside is a long staff, deep red in color and capped at the bottom with copper colored metal that curves into a diamond point. On the opposite end is a thin band of the same metal, that reveals the inside to be hollow. 

You pick it up carefully, testing its weight in your hands. It feels natural. Even though you’ve never actually fought with a spear before your body knows where to hold it, and how to spin it around elegantly until you’re facing Maki again. Your body knows how much space you’re taking up, and how not to hit the walls, while your brain geeks out over the fact that you’re actually holding the Sun Lance. 

So cool! 

Is it conceited to say that you’re super cool? Or that this was hella badass? 

You were almost bouncing on your toes you were so excited. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you missed your spear this much,” Maki smiled at you. “You look good with it.” 

“Aha, you think so? It’s just nice to have it I guess. This has been, I dunno. An adventure already. I’m in a strange place, with strange people, and I’m in an awfully dangerous situation. It’s been an adjustment, ya know?” 

You feel like a fool for rambling, but Maki smiles at you kindly. 

“I understand. Even though I was raised in a military family, it took me a while to get used to life as a fire soldier too. Don’t worry too much about it, and you know, we’re always here to help. It’s not like you have to go it alone.” 

You’re heart warms with her words. “Yeah. Thank you, Maki. You’re really a nice person.” 

Once the Sun Lance is safe in its case the two of you leave the armory, and make your way to the dorm rooms. 

Since the company is so small, each person gets their own room. In bigger companies you would be in actually dorms, or barracks, but the eighth only has Obi, Hinawa, Maki, Sister Iris, Shinra, and yourself. Arthur will be here soon too, and Tamaki. Your small company will grow soon. 

Your own room ended up being at the top of one of the towers on the west side of the cathedral, opposite of the garage. Which meant that last night, when the alarm had gone off, you’d been the last to arrive at the Matchbox. Near the garage are the locker rooms, and the communal showers, although there’s more bathrooms scattered through the base. 

In the center of the cathedral is the courtyard where Sister Iris purifies herself, and grows flowers. 

It’s really a nice place. 

“Thank you,” you say again, and Maki nods to you and leaves you to climb the steps on your own. You shut the door and lock it behind you. 

Your room is scant, all things considered. A bunk bed it pushed into each corner, with a desk underneath it. You’ve claimed the one nearest to the window. There’s a wardrobe on the opposite side, and a small, stocky book shelf. 

You need to hang up some pictures or get a rug or something. It’s entirely impersonal. 

You rest your Sun Lance up against the corner by the window and go to sit at the desk under your bed. You’ve already unpacked your few belongings into the wardrobe and the drawers of the desk, including the diary from ‘Fuyuki’. 

Your ‘sister’. The game honestly hadn’t told you a whole lot about her. Just that she disappeared, and what few flashbacks you would have now and again. Like the one you got when you touched your ring and the lighter.  

You open it up with careful hands. 

Inside the handwriting is familiar, even if the words aren’t. There’s no mistaking your hand writing. It looks like a serial killer in a movie has left a ransom note made out of letters cut out of magazines. 

I wonder if there’s cereal in the kitchen. 

You always think better when you’re snacking. 

To keep your thoughts in order, you scatterbrain.

<3 Fuyuki 

 The first entry is dated for 193 AC. After the Cataclysm. It’s 198 now, so this was given to MAIN (to you?) five years ago. That would have been right before she graduated the fire academy and joined her company. A year before she disappeared, around 194. 

It feels invasive to read the diary of the person whos life you’ve taken over, but you need answers and you don’t have a lot of options here. 

I can’t believe Fuyuki gave me a diary! That’s so lame, and super girly. I don’t really want to write in it, but she gave it to me so I guess I should? Even if I am kinda mad at her. She left to go to school years ago and she never comes home! She’s so mean but then she’s nice and its so frustrating! Not fair. Stupid sister. 

But i’ll try i guess. There’s not much else to do in the house. None of the other kids really wanna play with me, and the Yagi’s are busy watching the littler kids. And maybe i’ll have kids and their kids will have kids will have kids will have kids and i’ll be their super cool ancestor and they’ll read this for inspiration or something. 

Good god, how old were they when they started writing this? Twelve? How old even were you? 

Fuck it. 

You kept reading. They/you weren’t a regular writer, with long months going between entries. Some of them were sad, some of them were happy, most of them were angry. They had a lot of complicated feelings on the sister who had abandoned them to what was basically a group home outside Asakusa, and then bitterness at themselves for being so angry when she disappeared. But most of it wasn’t that useful. It was about grades and teachers, and grief. They got into a lot of fights, and they were something of a scrapper. They were briefly enrolled in martial arts classes, but they had to quit because they were too rough with the other kids. So they were a scrapper, but that wasn’t anything related to fire. 

You rubbed your temples and glared at the diary. How did it answer your questions but leave you with more? 

Why is this my life now? 

So much here didn’t make sense, nonetheleast the fact that you were here to begin with. Well. At least you finally knew what your pyrokinesis was right? Even if using it was nearly impossible, and you couldn’t make sense of everything. 

Of course, there were plenty of things in this world that didn’t make sense. Like how sound could turn fire into ice. 

Bringing back the dead made more sense than that! 

You cross your arms and glare at the diary. So far the only useful bit is the part where you’ve had some decent training. Everything else is just the most vague information about the investigation into her sister’s disappearance. That much you already knew, although you didn’t have time to read everything in it. There were big gaps that you just knew were holding important information! 

At a loss, you flipped to the very last written on page, halfway through, and froze. 

Staring back at you was your own face. A small picture. It was your resume for the squad assignments, with your own check boxes and preferences listed. Underneath it was the list you had written before, of Everything You Knew. It was short, with little screen caps here and there. You flipped the page and found it filling itself in with ink that didn’t come from a pen, finishing up what it started on the page before. 

A new page started, this one listed your stats. 

In game there were a hundred levels. You had gotten maybe halfway through? A third if you rounded down. And it listed your level at 40. Underneath had your attack power, defense, stamina, agility, and your special moves. 

You were weirdly well rounded. Three out of five bars for everything, except the SM, which only had one. 

But, you hadn’t put that there! 

You quickly flipped it back and forth before you went to the very, very last page in the diary. On the back cover the ink finally finished filling out. A progress bar. 

You stared at it for a long, long time, trying to work over everything was happening. 

So. 

Now you knew what you could do. Just not how to do it. 

You were out of options at this point. You were just going to have to suck it up. 

You were going to have to ask someone for help directly. 

 ~

Shinra looks up from his work when you plop into the seat across from him, your arms crossed across your chest. It would be a lie to say you’re not nervous. You’re not even totally sure how you’re supposed to ask these questions, but you don’t have any other way to go about this any more. 

You tried the diary. You’ve spent two and a half days trying to get your ignition ability to work without help. Admittedly, you hadn’t even know how your ability was meant to manifest at the time, but even now you can’t get it to work.  

“Oh, hey there,” Shinra offers you an awkward smile. You grin right back, trying to project as much happy-go-lucky-nothing-wrong-here-!-  as you can. It’s made easier by the fact that prior to a few days ago, no one here had known you as anything more than a passing acquaintance. 

“Hi Shinra. I’ve got a weird question for you,” you announce bluntly. 

Shinra looks a little more wary, and he’s starting to smile. 

“Oh yeah? What is it?” 

“Ah, it’s pretty simple actually. How do you activate your abilities?” 

“Huh?” 

“How do you-” 

“No, I heard you,” he holds up his hand to cup you off. “It’s just a weird question.” 

“Hey man, I told you it was gonna be one.” 

You stare at each other for a long minute before Shinra huffs and looks towards the ceiling. He might not be the best person to ask. Maybe you should ask Maki, but Shinra makes you feel secure and you trust him more than anyone else just yet. 

“How do I activate my abilities? I dunno. I guess for me it’s more like I have to turn it off.” 

You tilt your head, listening intently to Shinra. 

“When I was a kid… I had a hard time controlling my flames. They started up suddenly, and burned through my shoes and pants. I ended up wearing these extinguisher boots, and shorts, so I wouldn’t destroy everything around me. It took a long time to figure out what was going on, but someone finally explained it to me. For a lot of third generation pyrokinetics, the thing that triggers out ability is the memory of the first time they happened.” 

You falter. “But, wait. Didn’t yours activate when-” 

“Yeah,” he cuts in, shooting you a grin that’s anything but happy. Your heart clenches in your chest. 

“Oh god, Shinra…” That meant that every time he used his powers, he had to remember his mother’s ‘death’ and his brother's disappearance. He had to think of pain and fear and grief, and he used his flames so often-

“It’s okay,” he cuts in. You can’t imagine what kind of face you’re making. “It was painful at first, and it still is, but it’s a good reminder for what I’m fighting for, and why I’m working so hard towards that goal. I will find a way to stop human combustion. I will make sure no one else ever has to grieve the way I did.”  

“Shinra,” you say softly. “You really are something.” 

Shinra tries to shrug off your words, but his smile is a little more genuine. “I just wanna be a hero.” 

“You will be,” you promise him. It’s all you can do not to tell him the truth then and there. His mother is alive, and suffering. His brother is alive, and suffering. 

They need help. 

But you hold your tongue. You don’t have any way of proving it to him, and there’s already so many things that are different here than they were in the game, or the show. Your presence being one of them. 

You let out a breath. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up something so painful.” 

Shinra shakes his head. “What made you ask?” 

“Honestly?” you rubbed the back of your neck, “I’ve been having trouble using my abilities since we left the academy. I thought maybe if I asked you how you do it, I might be able to figure it out.” 

Shinra looks startled. “Really? I guess that explains why you haven’t used them in the last few days. You never really held back when we were training.” 

“Sorry to disappoint?” you offer lamely. “I just can’t figure it out.” 

“Well… Have you thought about when you first activated your powers?” 

“That’s just it,” you say sadly. “I don’t remember when it happened at all. So that’s not really an option for me.” 

“Oh.” 

You frown, and draw in on yourself. You can’t help it. You have no way to activate the powers you now know you have, and you’re in a bad place to be powerless in general. Not to mention these people are going to expect you to help, and you can’t help, and if you can’t help then- 

Shinra’s hands land on your shoulders, startling you. It’s a warm touch, one that sinks into you with comfort and kindness. Shinra looks seriously at you, his red eyes bright and intent. 

“Whatever happens, I know you’ll figure it out, and I’ll help you as much as I can. Even if I have to protect you in missions for now. So put your trust in me for now, okay?” 

Your heart thumps hard in your chest and heat spreads through your body. It grows hotter and hotter, centering somewhere in your chest and your back. 

Light blooms behind you and you barely turn your head to see a flicker of white fire over your shoulders, wings stretching over your back. They’re small, going no further down than you’re elbows and no further up than your jaw, pale and white and glowing. 

You recognize the feeling in your chest with a start. 

It’s care. Friendship. You want to help them. You want to fight for them and earn and keep their trust. The flickering embers of love bloom into a fire across your shoulders and flutter with undistinguished feather’s. 

~ ~

A/N So! Phoenix is my favorite power, but everyone else seemed inclined towards the Sun Lance, so I smashed them both together!

If you’re so inclined, let me know what you think :D

[whyiask]

HAPPY NEW YEAR

There are so many people I’ve met on this site, so many friends I’ve made. I joined tumblr only a few months ago, but my life has already drastically improved. I smile more and laugh more and I feel happier all the time, knowing that you all are just a click away. I’ve often heard people refer to tumblr as a hellsite, but I don’t fully agree with that. True, some things on here are crazy, but more than that, I’ve found people like me. I’ve found people who understand me, who think like me and feel like I do. Ya know, before I joined tumblr, I had never met another bisexual person(crazy, right?). Y’all have made life more enjoyable and happier and brighter, and for that, I’ll never be able to thank you enough.

I have soooo many people I have to thank, so I’ll try to keep the list of people as short as possible: all my closest friends and all the people who have been amazing and I have loved seeing since I joined tumblr earlier this year <33

@one-neat-nerd you were the first blog to ever follow me, and I don’t remember if you were the first blog I followed, but you definitely were in the first 10. You were a wonderful introduction to tumblr, and I love everything you post/reblog. We’ve never really talked, but I still want you to know that I appreciate you.

@warblerjeff you’ve changed your url more than 3 times since I first followed you, and it always takes me a second to recognize you aha! But when I do, I’m immediately have a rush of happy memories- all your Glee posts and all of the Glee content I get from you. We’ve never really talked, but seeing you on my dash is always so amazing.

@jesussavedevenme aha hi! We’ve never really talked, but you were one of the first few blogs I followed when I first joined tumblr, and I know I tagged you in a lot of stuff at first (because i didn’t have any other friends lmao), so sorry about that! 😅 You’re really cool and I hope you have an amazing 2021.

@strawberry-seraph we haven’t talked in a while, sorry about that! Talking with you is always super fun, you’re a fun person and I hope your having a great day! You were one of the first TLC blogs I followed and you were definitely the first actual friend I had on tumblr. Thanks for being so nice to me <33

@cerenoya Ceren... where to begin. We haven’t talked a whole lot, but you are such an amazing friend and super kind when we do! You were my first tumblr idol for so long, because I aspired to be like you/run a blog as cool as yours!! Have a great 2021, you deserve it.

@cindersnightmare I felt very distant from you when I first followed you. You were just so COOL and your artwork was so GOOD, I didn’t know how to approach or even begin to express my love for your work. When you followed me back, I tell you, I was s h o o k. We’ve never talked, but I consider you a friend, is that okay? You’re amazing, keep being amazing <33

@books-and-starss oh gosh- I don’t even know where to begin with you! I love you so much, first of all!! So, so much. I love talking with you, you’re really sweet and ahhhh your writing is SO GOOD!!!! You are a great beta reader and so eager to help me- it just warms my heart that you would offer up your time to help me. Everything you reblog is so positive and encouraging and awesome, it’s so nice to see that kind of stuff on my dash. All the aesthetic pictures you reblog are super cool and pleasing to look at. I absolutely ADORE seeing you on my dash every day. <33333

@dylxn-lee aha hello there!! I first met you because you were one of Abi’s friends, but now I’m in your fanclub and ilysm. You’re really cool and nice and deserve to have a wonderful year <333

@theaberrantone ahaha for so long I pronounced your name wrong in my head- I just want you to know... I see you. I see you every day, liking every single one of my posts. I see you in my notifs many times a day and I just- wow. It means so much to me, I am honestly so touched that someone as cool as you takes the time to scroll through my mess of a blog and like the things I slap into it. You’re amazing and someday I aspire to be as cool as you <333333

@mochiowo-20 hi there :333 ilysm, and we haven’t talked for a few weeks, and I haven’t gone through your blog in a while, but I STILL LOVE YOU SO MUCH. You are amazing and ily. Your so sweet and cool and ahhhh you deserve to have the most wonderful 2021 ever. (i love your blog aesthetic btw) <333

@teawithhoneyharper I know you’re taking a break from tumblr for a while, but if you do see this, then I want you to know that I care about you so much. I love you Darcy, and you are amazing. I hope your mental health is getting better and I hope life has been better to you <33 ilysm, take care of yourself, and have a wonderful new year <333

@fablehavenfandom hi there friend!! Your posts are amazing!! I love your writing so much!!! and all your headcanons are beautiful and I 100% think of them as canon now. I hope you’re having a great day, and I hope you have a great year <33

@fairiesandstarlight omG your posts are all so cool! You’ve got a beautiful blog aesthetic and I love everything you post!! I hope you’re having a wonderful new year love <333 wishing you the best

@maya-livingstone hi there!! you’re a very, very new mutual, but I hope we’ll be able to get to know each other and become friends over the course of this new year!! I also just got the Renegades series, and I’ve noticed you like that, so hopefully we’ll be able to talk about that soon!!

@pluckycluckyducky hi plucky!! It’s Joy from the nevermoor server. we haven’t interacted on here very much, but you’re really cool and you should know it. have a wonderful 2021 <33

@fablehavenandfandomsfanatic hi there!! you had to break for a while, but you’re back now and I love all of the things you post! Have a great year <3

@fablehavenfangirl you’re really cool! Everything you post/reblog is great and I enjoy just scrolling through your blog when I’m bored. You’re amazing, keep being amazing <3

@renegadenebulahufflepuff heyyyy! how are you doing? you’re amazing, we haven’t talked much but you’re really cool and I am wishing you only the best for 2021 <333

@bookishfangirl14 hey there!! I love seeing you in my notifs!! we don’t have very many overlapping fandoms at the moment, but you’re still really cool and I love looking at your blog (even if i don’t understand most of the posts). aha, i hope you have a wonderful new year <33

@introvertedtater-tot hii! we don’t talk much, despite having a LOT of overlapping fandoms, and I don’t know why. Let’s fix that this year, shall we? I hope I can get to know you more, you’re amazing and sweet and i hope we can build up a solid friendship in the coming months <33

@devils-on-a-stereo oh my GOD. Okay, honestly? I am still s h o o k that you actually follow me, I mean, c’mon. Your art is literally the coolest thing ever, and I am honored to know you. You deserve way more attention as an artist than you have, and honest to god you are the coolest most  i c o n i c  blog I know. Stay awesome ;)

@its-liiinh-cinder-official heyyy there!! You are literally a top-notch comedian, I aDORE all of your ‘linh cinder’s random posts’. They are hilarious and your stories are hilarious, and you seem like such an amazing and chaotic person. I wish i knew you in real life, you would be so fun to hang out with. i love seeing you on my dash every day, and you’ve got such a v i b e going on. Have a beautiful, wondrous, and magical 2021 darling <333333

@just-another-freaking-dreamer it’s so awesome to see you in my notifs all the time. You’re really cool and you deserve cool things. Have a wonderful new year and I hope we can become better friends and interact more <3

@ragingbisexualcore ahhaahah you are the single most chaotic person I know. If you lived in a book, you would FOR SURE be that one character who is dead set on overthrowing the government and cackling madly as you take over the world. You are amazing and I hope you take your chaotic self and go wild in 2021.

@queenofsassgard hey there!! I hope you know that occasionally I just go scrolling through your archives and liking everything- anyways, you’re amazing and I hope you have a wonderful new year!

@elysian-starbucks-frappe heyo! what’s up? I hope you’re doing great, you deserve to do great. You’re super cool and amazing and ahhhhh you just deserve to have a wonderful 2021. ily and have a great year <33

@as-the-stars-foretold Caelum. You. Are. Fantabulous. You are my mother, you adopted me into this weird, chaotic friend group, and I will be eternally grateful. You love the stars and I love listening to you ramble about them in the server. You’re so passionate and strong and I love that about you. Life wouldn’t be the same without you. You might love stars, but you yourself ARE a star. You are a star, you shine brilliantly, and you are too good for this galaxy. We don’t deserve you. I love you so much, and you deserve every single goddamb good thing in this universe. You’re always there, ever present, and I love you so. much. Please stay your fantabulous self and I wishing on every star I see that you will have the best 2021 ever <333333

@carolinelikesdinner Carol. God, I have so much to say to you. First of all, thank you. Thank you so much for being you. You first introduced me into the big wide world of the Fablehaven fandom, and ilysm. You’re so cool, too cool for me, and I treasure every single conversation I have with you. You’re so funny and an amazing artist. All of your art is SO DAMB SPECTACULAR. You are gorgeous, your art is gorgeous, and your writing is gorgeous too. Take care of yourself love, stay safe, and have the best 2021 you possibly can <3333333333333

@operation-crown-jewels Caraaaaaaaaa ilysmmmm <3333333333333 I love talking with you and I love you so. freaking. much. I can’t even- I can’t even describe how much i love you. You are so special and sweet and supportive and I just can’t- you have NO IDEA how much that means to me, how much all your little comments mean to me. You are amazing, and special, and ahhhhh. You are SO special. So unique. And I’ll never find another friend like you <33333333333

@addies-invisible-life hey emma :3 You are actually the coolest person I know.You are so capable and smart and beautiful. You are kind and supportive and you are open to everyone who talks to you. You love with all your heart, and I love that about you. In everything you do, I can see the love behind it, the work and effort and love that you put into it. Every conversation I have with you lifts me up and energizes me(which is really rare because most conversations tire me). I still, after all this time, still can’t believe that a person as amazing as you even chooses to be friends with me. I love you so much and I will never stop loving you. You deserve the world, but I can’t give you that, so just take my reassurances that I will ALWAYS, NO MATTER WHAT, be here for you. ily and have a wonderful 2021 <3333333333333333333333333333333333333

@arushahisatroll my god. Ru, I love you so much. You are my internet girlfriend and I care about you so much. You are incredible, honestly. Your art is immaculate and you’re always so cheerful and fill me up with energy just THINKING about you. you always eager to commit arson, which is a very good trait, and I love plotting crimes with you. Every time I see your icon, my face lights up and I internally scream, bc “oh my god someone as perfect as ru exists in this world- i didn’t know that was possible.” You are the best, you are the absolute best, my bestie, and ily. Have a spectacular and immeasurably awesome 2021 <333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

@starry-tea-party Abina. Abina you are my rock. You are my light, my star, my sunshine, my galaxy. I love you so much, I can’t even begin to describe it. I don’t know if I can do justice to just how much you’ve helped me. Words... words have never been my strong suit. I love writing because I can weave stories together, piece together words I like to form sentences, and use those sentences to form narratives. Writing has always been easier for me than talking.... because in writing, I don’t have to worry what others will think, or how others will perceive me. I select the best words, and I present those words- the words I meticulously chose and nit-picked- to the audience. Life is a stage, and I have never been great at improv. I often find it hard to tell people things, to convey my meaning in the best possible way and to know exactly what words I need in any given situation. Talking is hard for me. But with you... with you, I never have to monitor what I’m saying. I never feel the need to reread and reread my messages before sending to make sure everything is in perfect order. It’s... it’s easy to talk to you. It’s easy to speak and I don’t worry when I’m with you. You make me feel so at ease, and I love you so much. I don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing, because I know that you’ll always support me and be by my side with a kind word and a heart of gold. Because that’s who you are. You are a creator, a dreamer, a lover, a visionary. You’re a friend. You are the hand that pulls people out of the water. The light that shines the pathway. You are the rock- the mountain we stand upon and look out over the beautiful sea. We look down at the seas below us and say, “how have we climbed so high already?” The reason is because you stand so tall, so bright and so magical, that we climb, we climb and we look out at the world below us. Not only are you tall, strong, powerful, but you lift people up right alongside you. There is nothing like the high of seeing the world stretch out beneath your feet, swinging you legs through the open air but knowing you’ll never fall. You represent that high in my mind. You represent and you remind me of the exhilaration of feeling untouchable- uplifted by love and kindness, able to reach heights you’ve never been to before. There is so much that can come when someone extends their hand to you. So much more can be achieved when there are two, holding each other up. You have held me up for so long. Every since we met, you have brought a smile to my face at the thought of you. Every time I think of you, my heart swells and I can’t breathe. Every comment you make or put on something I post has me screaming internally ans smiling uncontrollably. Whenever I see your icon I know my day is about to get one million times better. So thank you, Abi. For being my rock.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Drifters ch.8 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Edge has got a handle on this parenting stuff. Seriously. He does. It's alllll under control.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Violence, Rescued Child, Medical Experimentation, Babybones

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In Underfell, Edge always showered quickly and efficiently. It was the surest way to avoid the bursts of cold that came from their capricious hot water heater, and there was no reason to assume things would be different in Underswap. Efficiency was the key to many things in his life and kept the juggling act that was his life well balanced between his guard duties, his training with Undyne, and simply dealing with his brother.

He’d expected to be able to transfer those lessons to caring for this child; practical efficiency, that would be the way. What he hadn’t considered was how such a tiny little creature could thwart his plans so easily, nor had he anticipated how much effort was involved in all this, even when it came to something so simple as a bath.

Once the tub was full of water and frothy bubbles, and the baby was down to her bare bones, Edge was forced to consider the best method of bathing her. She wasn’t able to sit up on her own, but she could if braced and managed to more or less hold her head upright, surely a minor magic of its own considering the ungainly size of her skull.

The easiest approach seemed to be holding her up with one hand and bathing her with the other. It was a reasonable strategy. He should be able to finish quickly with none of the aforementioned ‘greased watermelon’ issue coming into play.

What he didn’t take into account was that she was less of a simple slippery melon and more of a sentient squirming slippery melon, with legs and arms and an unshakeable will of her own.

The moment he lowered her into the bath, the child began to thrash, making a fair attempt to bash the bubbles with both tiny fists and feet. She laughed gleefully as the water splattered around them, right up until the wave returned to splash her directly in the face.

The baby sputtered and coughed, floundering as she gasped for breath while Edge struggled to keep her head above the water. Her chin trembling as she turned her dripping face to him, sockets wide and wounded as if seeking reassurance for this terrible betrayal.

Edge couldn’t hold back a low chuckle, “I’m sorry, child, but that’s what happens when you don’t consider the consequences of your attack.”

His amusement seemed to spur her own. Her upset forgotten, she chortled happily and renewed her attack on the water, and this time the wave encompassed them both. In the end, there was very little washing on his part. The best he could manage was keeping her from slipping underwater as she splashed and played. It wasn’t the most efficient method, but he had to admit, she was very clean when he finally lifted her from the tub despite her loud protests.

Then came drying which turned into a game of its own when he learned that if he held up the towel so she couldn’t see him, then quickly dropped it, she would squeal happily, hands and legs flailing with her excitement. That continued long after she was dry, until she began sucking on her fingers again, a sign he’d learned to read as meaning that food needed to be on its way soon or else the screams would quickly begin.

Her pajamas had escaped her watery wrath, at least, and that gave him another new experience to manage. She seemed to have very little control over her own limbs, they flailed and waved seemingly of their own accord and combatting that to gently navigate them through narrow sleeves and pantlegs proved a heroic task all its own.

By the time he was done, she was clean and dry, sitting pertly in her light blue pajamas with a snowflake motif, and he was a sweaty, damp mess in Stretch’s ratty old bathrobe. How did parents manage this, he wondered, how had his brother managed this? His esteem for everything his brother and Stretch must have endured to care for him and Blue had raised tenfold in the past 24 hours, with no end point in sight.

The finger sucking was increasing in urgency and Edge sighed inwardly, already resigned to all his hard work being rendered useless within the hour. He lifted her up, cautiously balancing her on his hip as he’d seen Stretch do, and found it not only comfortable but also a way to free one hand.

“Come along, little one,” Edge told her, smoothing that hand down the curve of her skull. “Breakfast is downstairs.”

She babbled softly, little nonsense sounds of agreement that food was an excellent choice, and he smiled helplessly.

“You need a name,” he told her as she cooed up at him. “But perhaps I need to know you better before choosing one.”

Down in the living room, Stretch and Red were sitting on the sofa together, looking for all the world like they hadn’t been talking about him while he was gone. One of those colorful bowls was in the table, half-full of some sort of pale mush.

“hey, you two,” Stretch said. One side of his mouth curved in a half-smile, his gaze more on Edge’s bedraggled form than the baby. “made it out alive, huh?”

“She made a fair attempt at drowning me,” Edge admitted.

“ya look like she won,” Red said, unimpressed, and of course he wouldn’t know Edge had already heard his pride this morning. That memory was already tucked away safely in his soul.

“there are no winners at bath time, only survivors.” Stretch reached for the child. “here, let me handle second breakfast while you get changed.”

Edge stepped back enough to put both of them out of reach. “I can do it,” he said firmly.

“sure you can, but i can also help, you know.” It was lightly said, in the same tone as yesterday when Stretch pointed out he didn’t need to slap away helping hands. It left Edge torn with indecision. On one side of the coin, he needed to become accustomed to handling the child on his own. Once he found a job and they found a place to live, he wouldn’t be able to depend on Stretch for simple childcare. But on the other, he was here now, damp, undressed, and thoroughly ready for breakfast and a shower of his own.

He looked at Stretch, at the dark circles under his sockets, the mismatched clothes he’d likely scrounged from the unfolded clothes pile. He’d already done so much for them, more than anyone could reasonably expect, far more than a fuckbuddy, as he’d called it, should. Edge couldn’t keep asking for more.

“She’s already wreaked her havoc on me,” Edge managed to gesture at his damp bathrobe without the use of his hands, “I may as well take the full brunt of the damage she can cause before I clean up.”

It was the right thing to say. Stretch laughed and shook his head. “heh, fair enough.” He gave the bowl a nudge in Edge’s direction. “have at it.”

Edge settled the baby into her little pillow fort before picking up the bowl. The contents were gooey and a brownish-beige, unrecognizable. He sniffed it warily, “What is it?”

“banana.”

Edge scooped up a spoonful and let it fall back into the bowl with a wet plop. His experience with bananas was limited to pictures he’d seen in books. That was the sort of fruit only found in the King’s orchard, not in the outskirts of the Ruins where Snowdin lay.

“It doesn’t look like any of the pictures I’ve seen,” Edge said doubtfully. For one, he was very sure that bananas were supposed to be yellow, not the shade of the old personal computers that littered the dump.

“you probably saw them pre-baby smash,” Stretch said, “g’wan, she’s waiting.”

She was in fact smacking her mouth like a baby bird, gurgling hopefully. Well, he’d trusted Stretch so far, now was not the time for doubts. He scooped up some of the gunk and poked the spoon between her teeth. Then he had to grapple it free when she bit down, grunting and wriggling enthusiastically as she messily swallowed down her mouthful.

Behind him came smothered laughter from his unwanted audience.

“yeah, gonna have to be quicker than that,” Stretch chuckled.

Red hooted a laugh of his own. “be glad she ain’t got sharp teeth. almost lost a finger coupla times with you.”

Edge scowled at the baby, who met his glare with pure innocence that no longer fooled him. He was a captain in the royal guard, a days-old child was not going to outmatch him.

This time when he poked the spoon into her mouth to deposit the banana, he quickly pulled it back out before her teeth could close around it.

“Aha!” Edge said triumphantly. “You see? A little cooperation and we’ll get this done, child.”

“Brrrrp,” the baby replied, spewing smashed banana directly into Edge’s face. He sputtered, falling back, but it was too late. He could never again say that he didn’t know what slightly used banana tasted like, not unpleasant but definitely not something he’d choose on his own.

A sort of strangled sound came from behind him and he swung around to find Stretch nearly neon in the face, his gaze firmly on the ceiling and his teeth locked together. He refused to meet Edge’s glare, only studied the ceiling as if the answers of the universe might appear there, if only he looked hard enough.

His brother, on the other hand, was never shy about enjoying the pain of others. Red only grinned at him, asking with disturbing sweetness, “problems, pap?”

“Not at all,” Edge said stiffly.

“uh huh. paybacks a bitch, bro.”

Before he could scold Red for his language— honestly, her first word was going to be some sort of swearing, he just knew it— the front door opened, and Blue was talking before he even made it through the entryway.

“Papy, I’m home,” he called, “which you shouldn’t be because you’re supposed to be at your sentry station, what if a Human came through—"

Blue stopped, words trailed off as he stood in the doorway, a swirl of snowy air blowing in around him as he took in Edge, dressed only in Stretch’s bathrobe and a newly acquired layer of banana, his brother and Red taking up the sofa, and of course, their smallest and newest guest who paid him no mind, too busy preparing to decorate Edge with second banana-y coating.

“Is that a baby?” Blue said at last.

Edge groaned inwardly. Here we go again.

tbc

[lilmissmousey]

Hi there.

It’s been awhile.

Denial Chapter 7 is live 💖 love you all

Denial Chapter 7

Vegeta stared with disdain at the flight of stairs in front of him. Hip throbbing, head aching, temper boiling, he attempted to rise from the front passengers seat of Bulma’s black SUV only to be engulfed in a blinding fire of pain.

“What’re you doing?!” Bulma’s hand gripped Vegetas shoulder, “You goon! You can’t be walking right now! Your hip is broken!”

“Watch. Me.” He growled, brushing her fingers off.

Bulma massaged her temples, “For the love of God. Let me get the crutches out of the back at least!”

“I will NOT be caught dead with crutches! I will snap them in half! I can do it my-“

“Hi ya buddy!”

Oh. Oh no. Vegeta knew that obnoxious, chipper voice.

Beaming down at him with a huge smile from the open car door, arm up and casually leaning on the roof was Goku, “Ya missed our match this morning! Just wanted to see...hey, what happened to you?!”

“It...” Vegeta mumbled, “it was nothing. Just a little run in with a car.”

Goku’s dark eyes grew large, “A car?”

“Nothing?!” Bulma’s head popped into view from beside Vegeta, “You got HIT by a car!”

Goku blinked, “Who’re you?”

“It wasn’t that bad.” Vegeta could feel his cheeks starting to burn hot.

“Not that bad?!” Bulma shrieked, “you were unconscious for hours! You have a concussion! And a fractured hip!”

“A minor inconvenience.”

“You almost died!”

“Says who?”

The man outside the SUV watched with great confusion. Vegeta got hit by a car? There had been a blurb on the news the other night about it, but they hadn’t released a name. Only the vehicle description. Goku felt terrible he hadn’t known sooner. Vegeta was his buddy. He also could have sworn he recognized the blue haired woman in the drivers seat from somewhere...

“Aha!” Goku proclaimed, snapping his fingers loudly.

Both Vegeta and Bulma’s mouth snapped shut, their eyes both now focused on Goku.

“You’re the girl from Vegeta’s phone!” Goku grinned, “The girl on the wallpaper! It’s nice to meet ya! I’m Goku. Vegetas ju jitsu partner!” His large hand shoved itself past Vegetas nose to shake Bulma’s hand which she offered, “man, he sure talks about ya a whole lot! And with how much he doesn’t talk that’s sure saying something!”

“Kakarot...” Vegeta hissed, ignoring Bulma’s smug smile.

“Well, I think you and I are going to get a long just fine!” Bulma laughed, giving Gokus hand a last squeeze before Vegeta batted it away from in front of his face.

“Man, I’m sorry to hear about the accident!” Goku scratched his chin, “I tried callin’ ya yesterday to make sure of the plans, but ya never answered. Makes sense now.”

Vegeta inhaled sharply, “Ah shit.” His phone. He never even realized it was gone.

“Oh no,” Bulma sighed, “Vegeta, you lost your phone? I’m so sorry.”

“It’s just a phone,” he mumbled, “I’ll buy another.”

“Already done.” Bulma finished typing something on her phone screen and shoved it back in her purse, “I ordered you another, I’ll have someone drop it off this afternoon.”

Suddenly, as if a wave came over him, Vegeta felt to tired to argue. The world shifted on its axis, causing a rippling wave of nausea. He winced, adjusting his hip as the pain radiated, “Thanks.” He muttered.

“Hey, you okay buddy?” Goku crouched down, eyes full of worry, “What can I do?”

From inside Bulma’s heart, a warmth began to tug. This Goku guy was very kind, “We need to get him inside,” she said gently, blue eyes meeting Goku’s black, “But he’s not supposed to walk very much. He has crutches, but is refusing to use them.”

Goku’s brows furrowed, “Aw man. I just came from ‘Geets apartment. The elevators broken.”

Heaving a sigh, Vegeta cracked one eye open, willing the world to stop spinning as he met the worried gaze of his best friend. Hades be damned if he ever admitted it, but in his own heart he knew it to be true. He was well aware Goku felt that way about him as he expressed his feelings openly and without abandon, and never once forced Vegeta to say it in return. It was unwritten, but wholly understood between them, “Kakarot, I’m going to ask you the most embarrassing question of my life.” He winced.

That look of determination Goku got before every match suddenly spread across his face “What’s that?”

~~~

“Okay bud, only about ten steps left.” Goku carefully readjusted his arm beneath Vegetas left armpit, gripping the right hand a little tighter that was slung over his shoulder. Every step the took, Goku would lift Vegetas entire body off the ground, gently placing him right foot down on the next step. It had taken over a half hour and a lot of swear words from Vegeta, but they finally reached the apartment. Bulma unlocked the door, opening it wide enough for both men to fit through. As they finally crested the threshold Vegeta grunted, and quickly tightened his grip meaningfully on Gokus hand, being careful to not meet the larger mans eyes. He could feel the gentle stare though, see the sincere smile out of the corner of his eye. Goku squeezed back and said warmly, “Anytime.”

“Mph.” Vegeta looked away. Goku chuckled.

Bulma’s head popped out from Vegetas bedroom, “Let’s get him laying down in here.”

“Got it!” Goku grinned, then turned his head “Hey,” he whispered in Vegetas ear, “at least ya got a cute nurse outta the deal.”

“Shut. Up.” Vegeta hissed.

“Hey,” Goku shrugged, “it’s better than a picture, ain’t it?”

Vegeta clenched his jaw. A picture; his picture. It was gone. In all honesty, he was more upset about that than the phone. Hopefully it had been saved somehow.

After another round of swear words, Vegetas leg was propped up with pillows, at least relieving some of the pain. Bulma flitted around, gathering water and snacks as well as sorting out Vegetas pain pills in the kitchen as Goku sat on the edge of Vegetas bed and asked questions about the accident.

“I’m telling you, it was intentional.” Vegeta muttered, sipping at the glass of ice water Bulma had already placed on the side of the bed, “just a gut feeling.”

Face propped in his hand, dark brows pulled together, Goku drummed his fingers on his cheek, “Who though? And why her? She seems awful nice.”

Vegetas eyes darted to the door to make sure Bulma wasn’t eavesdropping, “Not sure. It could be anyone. She has a position of power in her company, and the smarts and money to go with it. There are a few nasty lawsuits floating around. I’ll have to take a look when I get the chance.”

“Hm.” Goku stood, stretching his back, “Well, I still have a few contacts out there. Old friends,” he shot an uncharacteristically dark smirk at Vegeta, “I’ll see what I can find.”

Vegetas eyes narrowed, “Don’t go digging to much Kakarot. You don’t need to get involved. We’ve both been out a long time. You’ve got a clean record. You’ve got the wife and kid to worry about.”

“Eh, Chichi won’t mind.” Goku shrugged, “She can’t mind if she doesn’t know anyways. I was never really a part of them in the first place. No one, and I mean no one, hurts my friends.” There was a sharp edge on the end of that sentence that made Vegetas fist clench into the blanket, a small and familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through him.

Goku’s normally chipper facade seemed to falter for a minute, a glint in his eyes, “Just like the old days. I got you. And you got me.” Just as quickly as the tense air in the room was there, it was immediately sucked out again, and Goku’s grin returned, “Anyways, fell better buddy! Call me when you get your new phone!” With a roll of his neck, and with his signature wave, Goku was out the door.

Vegeta let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He knew that look. He knew that Goku. That was the Goku most people had never met. He hadn’t see that look in a long, long time.

I got you. And you got me. The words repeated in Vegetas head, memories of them as young teens racing through back alleys, those same words being laughed as Goku and he managed to get away from whatever trouble they were involved in. “What have I done.” Vegeta muttered, eyes pinching closed as another wave of nausea ran through him.

“You alright?”

“Just...a headache still,” He grumbled, Bulma’s cool fingers dancing across his forehead.

“I’ll get you your medicine.” She whispered, “I’ll shut the blind too. The light may be hurting your eyes.”

Vegeta grunted, “I don’t need the pills. I just need some sleep.”

Bulma sighed, the sounds of the blind hitting the window sill echoing like a bomb in his ears, “Stop trying to be tough, it’s alright. You got hit by a car. You’re allowed some pain relief.” He could hear her shuffling around the room. Everything was so overwhelming. He wished this would stop.

Another wave of head pain, “I just need you.” The words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them, his eyes still sensitive from the concussion pain snapped open to see if she’d heard.

But she wasn’t there.

“Did you say something?” Bulma’s called from the kitchen, “sorry, I was grabbing you some more water and the pain pills. I really think you should take them.”

Vegeta sighed, half relieved, half disappointed, “Whatever.”

[reluctant-mandalore]

Tickle Fights Are Tiring (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1,842

Warnings: Fluff, cute family moments. There really isn’t much to warn about with this one. mention of pregnancy

a/n: Thanks for the request! I really appreciate it and I enjoyed writing it. I live for Din having a loving family that supports and adores him.  I tried to leave a lot of the characteristics of the children out so that the reader could imagine what they think their children with Mando would look like. 

  Honestly, I struggled a bit with writing the tickle fight, so I hope it turned out ok. I’m more used to writing angst than fluffy family times so I hope it's to your liking!! Also, I’m sorry it took me so long to get the request done. A lot has happened over the past month. 

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader 

Note: When I say ‘little one’ I’m referring to the child (baby yoda).​

Edits: Some grammar and spelling fixes as per usual

  If someone were to tell you that one day you would marry the mandalorian and have a family with him you’d think they were crazy. The thought of Din Djarin settling down with anyone seemed very jarring, especially if the person he chose to do it with was you. However, fate must have been on your side because Din did in fact choose you to start a family with. 

  The two of you had married some years ago. After being together for so long, it only seemed natural to take the next step of becoming partners for life. For a while, you lived as a clan of three composed of you two and the child, but you could tell that your Mandalorian husband was itching to expand his little family. So, it didn’t take long for you to welcome your first born into the family. The pregnancy of your second child was what had been the catalyst for you guys to actually get a home together. The birth of your second child, meant that now you two were in charge of raising three children. The Razor Crest just wasn’t big enough for your growing family anymore. 

  The home that the two of you chose was on the edge of a town, far from any praying eyes to give your family some privacy, especially for Din’s sake. The creed, after your marriage, allowed him to show his face to you and even your children to a certain age. However, other than your family, no one could see his face. So in order to preserve that, your home stayed out of sight of the town and its people.

 The people in the neighbouring town were surprisingly very open to having a mandalorian live close by with his family. They were even pretty understanding of your circumstances. At times you wondered if that was why Din was so set on this particular town. The community itself was very welcoming and did their best to not overstep any boundaries that may affect your home life. The people here had made it easy for your little family to settle down within the area and you were very grateful for it. That being said, your family was still cautious, making sure to do what you could to preserve your husband's creed.  

  Even though you now lived in your own home, Din still did bounty jobs and still followed the creed to a point. Which you didn’t mind, even if you missed him greatly when he was gone. One of the reasons he had fallen in love with you was because of how accepting you were of his way of life and marriage wouldn’t change that. He always made sure to not be gone for too long anyway, he missed you all too much to stay away for long. Than when he was home all he did was spend time with you and the kids to make up for his time spent being away. He also didn’t take as many jobs as he once did and only took what he felt was needed to support your family. 

“Something smells good.” Din’s voice said tiredly as he circled his arms around your waist, effectively snapping you from your thoughts. His head rested on your shoulder as he began to rock both of you gently, the smell of the stew you were making wafting to both your noses. 

  Currently, you were making dinner and Din had just gotten up from an afternoon nap. It was a common routine now when he was home. After spending some time with the children he would crash on the couch to take a nap for an hour or two, usually waking up in time for dinner. There were the odd times when he wouldn’t wake from his nap, so you would just let him sleep and told the children not to bother him. You knew how he must have been tired between the jobs, helping around the home, and playing with the children. All while also making sure to give you plenty of attention. 

 You had smiled when feeling his body press into yours and you rocked with him for the moment, stirring the stew while humming. No matter how tired or busy Din felt, or what had changed about your lives, he was still the biggest softie you had ever met. 

  Taking a bit of the stew, you tasted it and being satisfied with it, you pulled away from Din who pouted at the separation. “Dinners ready!” You had called out the window to your children playing in the yard. 

“Coming Buir!!” Your eldest replied, picking up the little one and running towards the home with their younger sibling in tow, giggling as they went. 

 You smiled at the sight of your three children, watching them before turning to set the table with the help of Din. The children had come into the home not long after, making sure to wash their hands before sitting at the table to eat. 

 Dinner had occurred as per usual, the children spoke about their day, you and Din had discussed some needed home repairs, and the little one babbled in an attempt to join in on the conversation. 

At one point you had been attempting to feed the little one in between bites of your own food,  your mother having instincts taken over, as you noticed he hadn’t been eating much of tonight's dinner.

“He ate a frog today ya know? ” The oldest of your children remarked to you after noticing you trying to get the child to eat the stew, “he’s probably not hungry after that.”

“Buir, how come he can eat frogs but I can’t?” The younger child pouted in their fathers direction “you get mad anytime I even approach one.” 

 A sigh had escaped Din’s lips at the question, “we’ve been over this, his kind sometimes eats frogs, so it’s only natural for your brother to go after and consume them.” 

“Humans can eat frogs too!!” 

 “That doesn’t mean you should.” He replied, sending you a pleading look to help him. You had just shrugged at him with a small smile and went back to eating as your child began to chatter about wanting to eat a frog too just like their brother always did. 

  After dinner had finished up, you had tasked your oldest child with helping you clean up the dishes and clearing the table. Meanwhile the youngest had started following Din around the home as he did small tasks, asking numerous questions and chattering about. 

“Hey Buir, can you train with me now? Please, I’ve been practicing ever since last time!” Your youngest child had finally asked. 

  Din had been training the children in self defense for some time now. The minute they were old enough he had brought it up to you, wanting for them to know how to fight if they ever needed to protect themselves. You also had the feeling that Din wanted to teach the children the way of the Mandalore, hoping that they would one day follow the Creed just as he had. Whether they chose to walk the way of the Mandalore would be their own choice, but you had agreed to allow for them to begin training in the meantime. You knew how important it was for Din and couldn’t even fathom keeping something like that from him. 

“Ah, how about tomorrow? I’m a bit tired from our games earlier, and your other buir needs some attention too you know?” 

Your child pouted at Din’s response, “You’re always too tired to train with me! It’s unfair.” 

“Buir is old.” Your oldest replied from the kitchen with a roll of their eyes. “He doesn’t have the energy to keep up with you”. 

“Old?” 

“Yeah, just look at your graying hair! Buir you’re an old man now.” Your oldest teased their father as they continued to put away the clean dishes. “It's a wonder you’re even still standing.” Before you could turn to lecture your child on calling their father old, Din had already begun his attack. 

“Old man, huh?” 

 Faster than what you could keep up with, he had already come up behind your child, his hands instantly going for their sides. His fingers went to the quick work of tickling your eldest. Laughter had burst out into the room as your child had started to try and escape from their fathers grasp.  

“Buir stop! Ahaha! Please!” Your child said in between giggles and laughs, continuing their attempt at fleeing. “I c-can’t breath! aha!”

  Din had laughed along, “You should be able to handle me!” he said not relenting on the tickling, “I’m just an old man after all!”

  “I’ll save you!” Your youngest eventually jumped in, attempting to tickle Din in order to save their sibling from their impending doom. 

  Soon an all out tickle war had begun in the kitchen, it was the children versus Din. Even the little one had made grabby hands in the direction of the battle, giggling as he watched the fight unfold. Concern had etched in your mind over the possibility of something breaking, but at the same time your heart had warmed at the sight of the tickle war between your children and husband. Never in your days would you have expected to see such a thing.

 To see one of the strongest warriors in the galaxy laughing and playing with his children would have been an odd sight to many, but to you it was the most beautiful thing you ever set eyes on. 

  Deciding to let them have their moment, you did your best to outmaneuver them from the dishes and finished up with the cleaning. The tickle fight had continued for a while until all parties laid on the floor, breathing heavily and letting out little puffs of dying laughter. Your children had curled up with Din in their tired states, the youngest suited over his chest and the oldest tucked away into his one side. The little one having waddled over by this point, snuggled up to his father and siblings. The four of them began to doze off right in the middle of the kitchen floor without a care in the world.

 Not having the heart to make them get up, you pulled out a thick blanket from the closet and draped it over the tuckered out bunch. Feeling the heavyweight of the blanket, Din’s eyes fluttered open to look at you with a droopy smile crossing his lips. He lifted the one side of the cover, a hint for you to join them in their new napping spot.

 Of course you complied, shuffling over to and joining them in the warmth under the blanket. A chaste kiss from your husband was pressed to your forehead before you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, suddenly feeling just as tired as everyone else. It was here where you all slept that night, bundled together on the kitchen floor, together as a perfect little family. 

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Buir: Mother or Father

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Tags: @ah-callie​

[mysterioh]

little things | b.b.

Pairing: Modern!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Weddings bring people together. It brought Bucky back to you. Problem is, you don’t want to see him.  

Requested by @anjali750​ !! Thank you so much for requesting and I hope that you like it!! I feel like I could’ve made this better but I didn’t want it to be too long. 

W/C: ~4080  

Prompt: “I was doing fine, really, and then you waltz back in like you didn’t break my heart.”

It’s funny how the little things about a person, things you once adored, turn into the things you now despise. 

When Bucky Barnes sauntered into the room, fashionably dressed in his absolute best, it was the little things about him that made you hate him. 

The smooth swipe of his fingers through his hair. The way his words danced with a chuckle when someone teased him. How his eyes twinkled under the light despite their cool visage. 

The little things you once loved about him were now something you looked on with contempt. 

How dare he show himself after so long? 

You had to admit. It wasn't really his fault. He was brought here into this room just as you were. 

In celebration of the engagement of the future Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. 

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"I swear you're out to get me," you complained, slouching into the rattan chair in Natasha's apartment. "You hate me, don't you?" 

"I do not hate you," Natasha sighed, flipping through a magazine of wedding venues. "I wouldn't make you maid of honor at my wedding if I hated you." 

"But you just had to pick him, didn't you?" You sat straight up. 

"It's not my choice to make, Y/N," she replied, eyes still scanning her magazine. "It's Sam's and he chose Bucky. There's nothing I can do about that." 

“What about Steve?” you counter, “he exists!” 

“Steve just had a baby,” Nat retorted, turning the page. “Well not Steve but Sharon. Sam would’ve asked him but he felt like Steve’s busy with the baby. Bucky is his best friend too y’know.” 

“Likely story,” you grunt, turning your head away from her. “You’re all scheming against me.” 

“Oh for God’s sake, Y/N!” Nat drops the magazine onto her lap. “Would you stop being so cynical? Not everyone is out to get you,” she states. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll actually enjoy it..”

“Aha!” you point an accusatory finger at her. “I see what you’re trying to do here!” 

Nat groans audibly. “What? What am I trying to do?” she questions irritatedly. 

“You’re trying to get us both back together!” you exclaim. “Too bad sis! It ain’t gonna happen!” 

“You’ve gone mad,” she sighs, shaking her head. Nat stands up and walks around the coffee table and towards the hall. “Believe what you want. You’re my maid of honor. He’s the best man. Deal with it.” 

You grumble, sinking deeper into your chair. “If I see his ass anywhere near me, I’m drop kicking him,” you stated. 

“You will do no such thing!” 

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Bucky tries his best to keep his focus on the conversation at hand, but his thoughts keep wandering, taking his eyes along with them to the opposite end of the room. 

You stood by the bar with a glass of alcohol as your only companion. Your form was turned slightly away from him, leaving the curve of bare back in perfect view for him to see. 

He watches shamelessly, his eyes drink you in, despite the fact that he thinks he’s ogling you—which he is. 

He shouldn’t be. He didn’t deserve to. 

But could he blame himself?

You look gorgeous. 

Your dress is a heavenly creamy off white, bejeweled with gold embroidery around the chest and hips. His eyes follow the long slit that runs along the side of your leg, trailing along the path of skin likened to smooth caramel, until cold blue clashes with warm hazel. 

Crap.

You freeze when your eyes lock with his. He’s halfway across the room and you still managed to gain his attention. You avert your gaze and place your glass on the counter gently before disappearing into the crowd. 

Bucky sulks when he sees you leave. 

You hate him. 

He knows that. 

But even so, he wishes he’d get a chance to make it alright. 

“Nat,” you tap on her shoulder from behind. 

The redhead turns from the guest she’s speaking with to find you agitated. Red cheeked and lip biting. 

“Everything alright?” 

“Uh, I think I’m going to call it a night,” you reply. 

“Already?” Nat asks. You nodded quickly. “Is this about—”

“Don’t,” you stop her. “Just let me go?” you ask softly. 

“Fine,” she sighs with a frown. She gives you a hug goodbye. “I’ll call you later, alright?” 

You nodded with a smile and made your way out the door. You fumble with your clutch to take out your keys. Not watching where you were going, you bump into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry—” you pause, when your eyes meet his again. 

“Right now would be a good time for that dropkick,” The Jiminy Cricket in your head spoke.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiles, voice lilting with his words like he’s happy to see you. 

“Oh, uh, hi, Bucky,” you stutter nervously.

“How have you been?” he asks.

No, don’t start a conversation with me. 

“I’ve been good,” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, diverting your gaze to the right. You always did when you were nervous. “You?” 

“Great,” he replies, “it’s good to be back home.” 

Your eyes finally fall on him. He’s still the same old Bucky. That same sweet smile. The familiar scent of brisk cologne. Still the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. 

Stop staring, dumbass. 

“It’s been a while?” he breaks the awkward silence. 

Yeah, four years is quite a while. 

“Yeah, it has been,” you smiled softly, “back for the wedding?” 

Of course, he’s back for the wedding, moron. Stop acting so stupid. 

“No, for good.” 

What? No. No. No. No.  

“Wow! Really?” you asked with a nervous chuckle. “Finally got bored of travelling?” you blurted with a sharp twinge. 

That wasn’t supposed to come out the way it did. 

“Uh, yeah,” he chuckles in reply. “I guess I did." There's a bit of disappointment in his eyes. 

Good. 

"You’re leaving?” 

“Yeah, I’m going home,” you nodded. 

"Here, let me–" 

"No, it's fine," you interrupted. "I can walk by myself," you gave him an awkward smile, taking a few steps backward. "Besides I think Steve was looking for you." 

"Oh," he whispers disappointed. "I'll go see him then. It was nice seeing you again," he smiles warmly while turning. 

Shut the fuck up. 

"Good night," he wishes. 

"Yeah, you too," you said, before quickly turning and dashing out the door. 

Bucky sighs deeply. He knew you were lying. 

You always played with a strand of your hair when you lied. 

A little thing you thought he had forgotten. 

Months had passed since the engagement and life was thrown back into its normal routine. 

The awkward meeting with Bucky became one of those horrible memories that came up at three in the morning when sleep wouldn’t come. But other than that, he didn’t phase your thoughts. 

Four years ago, you loved Bucky. Enough for you to say you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. 

But Bucky had other plans. He wanted to see the world. Places you’ve only seen on screensavers. He was ambitious and adventurous. An extrovert with a passion for the unknown. You were the opposite. An introvert cooped up in her room writing those very adventures he dreamed of. 

So when he got the chance to travel the world as a photographer, you didn’t stop him. You knew just how much it meant to him. It was his dream. But it hurt how his one dream never had a picture of you in it. 

He never asked if you wanted to come with him. Instead he wanted to break it off. 

It became clear to you that the three years you spent together meant nothing to him. Three years worth of fights and reconciliation, of understanding and appreciation, of promises professed as whispers underneath a glassed moonlit sky, meant nothing to him. 

You learned the minute he walked out the door, ticket in one hand and suitcase in the other, that sometimes a love given in full was not one fully returned. 

It took time, but you got over him. With tubs of ice cream and supportive friends, you made it through and came out stronger than ever. You earned yourself a great book deal with a well-known publisher, and were even lauded as a rising star in literary circles across the nation. You were set on a path to succeed, to live the life you dreamed for yourself. And there was no sight of Bucky Barnes in that dream at all. 

Until you stepped foot onto the ancient cobblestone paths of the island of Crete. The shore was a graceful arc of sand, glittering under the July sun, a perfect place for a placid ocean to lap. The waves rolled in a soothing sound, the salty waters a brief flurry of sand. 

The warm caress of an afternoon breeze from the briny waves of the Aegean Sea felt like heaven against your skin. Even with the sun burning onto the bare skin not hidden by your sundress, you can’t help but absorb the serenity that radiates from the shore of Elafonisi. 

“Y/N!” Nat’s voice pierces through the sweet silence as her head sticks out of the car. Red hair flowing in the wind wildly just like the hand that’s waving to you. 

You smile sheepishly, waving at her from your spot in front of the airport. She jumps out of the car the minute it stops and hugs you. “You made it!” she exclaims. 

“Of course I’d make it,” you reply with a laugh. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Nat started freaking out when you said your flight got delayed,” Sam replied, walking up to you and giving you a hug. 

“I was not!” she retorts. “I was completely calm.” 

“You and calm are two things that could never be put together,” a voice comes from behind and it makes you want to scream. Bucky walks up to the crowd of three and Nat hits him on the shoulder, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he greets with a smile. 

“Hi, Bucky,” your voice is plain. 

“Had a nice flight?” 

“Yeah.” 

You glare at Natasha but she pretends as if you aren’t. 

“Here let me take your bags,” Bucky offers, reaching forward. 

“No, that’s fine,” you replied, but he doesn’t have it and takes them anyway. 

“Hey, Sammy, unlock the trunk for me, will ya?” Bucky asks, walking to the back of the car. 

Sam nods, walking around to him. 

You take Nat’s hand by the wrist and squeeze tightly, making her look directly at you. 

“Why did you bring him?” you whisper harshly. 

“He wanted to come,” she replies in the same manner. “I couldn’t say no.” 

“You could have.” 

“Why don’t you give the guy a chance?” 

“How about no?” 

Nat rolls her eyes. “Do what you want,” she walks away, you pull her back. 

“You’re sitting in the back with me,” you ordered. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” she groans, placing her hand on her hip. 

“Do I look like I am?” 

She yanks her hand from yours. “Fine,” she sighs, opening the door to the car. 

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Bucky looks at you from the corner of his eye. You leaned against the car door, arm propped up to hold your chin, sun hat resting on your lap. As you watched the passing scenery, the wind from the opened window blew through your hair. 

It’s a bit shorter this time. 

It looks nice. 

Your lips are pulled down into a disgruntled expression as Nat rambles on about the wedding schedule. 

You’re not listening, completely submerged into your thoughts. 

Bucky chuckles quietly to himself. 

Always the daydreamer. 

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Natasha asks. 

“Hmm?” you turn towards her.

“You’ve bored her to death, Nat,” Bucky replies for you, turning his back so he could get a real look at you. “She likes adventure novels.” 

“Actually I was listening,” you retorted sharply. “She said we have practice at the church at ten tomorrow. Don’t be late, Barnes.” You turn back to your window gazing, leaving the three completely silent. 

Sam snorts, unable to keep his amusement inside. Bucky slaps him on the arm then turns back into his seat with a loud thud. A smirk creeps its way onto your face. 

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“Good Morning, Y/N,” Bucky greets cheerfully. 

Suddenly, your orange juice tastes sour in your mouth. You turn towards him with a horribly forced, sweet smile. 

“Good Morning, Bucky.” 

“It’s 9:58,” he points to his watch, “so that means I’m not late.” 

You look at him blankly, tired of hiding your distaste of him. “Congratulations, I could honestly care less.” 

“You should care,” he points with a mock frown like he’s teasing you. 

I’m about to start swinging. 

“Where there’s no you, there’s no me. Where there’s no me, there’s no you.” 

How fucking poetic. 

“We’re an integral part of this wedding, L/N,” he chuckles. 

“I see your horrible sense of humor hasn’t changed,” you bite. 

“And you still have that snarky twist to yours,” he retorts, leaning against the wall of the church hall, eyes straight on you. 

Stop admiring her, dumbass. 

You cross your arms and divert your gaze from him as if you’re ashamed. 

“I don’t mean it in a bad way,” he quickly corrects himself, standing straight. “It’s a good thing, I’ve missed it,” he confesses. 

Your head whips towards him, shocked eyes meeting his. A scarlet red scatters on your cheeks the same way they do on his. 

The tips of his ears burn the brightest hue of red that only happened when he was extremely nervous or embarrassed. 

A little piece of information your brain cared to remember. 

“Uhm, uh, what I meant was—” he starts to stutter. 

You look away again, not wanting to hear another word. You catch Yelena walking by with a few baskets of decorations in her hands. You quickly walk towards her, leaving Bucky in the dust. 

“Here, Yelena, let me help you,” you place your hands on the baskets she was holding. 

“Oh, it’s okay, Y/N, I can handle—”

“No,” you tug on the basket. “please let me help,” you strained through gritted teeth. Yelena raises a brow and looks over your shoulder to see an awkwardly placed Bucky standing behind you. 

“Oh! Yes, please help me!” she yells handing you a basket. “These are oh so heavy!” she laughs. 

Taking the basket from her, you follow here out of the hall and into the sanctuary. 

All Bucky wishes is that you’d look back at him one time. Just once. 

But why would you?

He never turned back when he left. Not even once. 

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“The Best Man and the Maid of Honor will come out together,” the coordinator stated. 

You grumble quietly, giving a glance in Bucky’s direction. He catches you looking and gives you a wink paired with a smile. You turn away quickly and keep your eyes strictly on the coordinator as she verbally listed the instructions of the procession. 

After a painstaking thirty minutes of instructions and tips, the wedding party lined up in order of entrance. Bucky and you were placed right before the flower girl and the ring bearer and after the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Allowing Bucky to make trivial conversation. You were literally linked with him with your arm hooked in his. 

He rambles on about something stupid. Or at least you think it’s something stupid. You’re not really listening so you couldn’t really tell. 

“You know I’ve read your book,” he states. 

“What?” 

“There you go daydreaming again,” he shakes his head with a chuckle, taking a step forward. 

You huff at him. “I was not.” 

“You haven’t listened to a word I’ve said in the past ten minutes.” 

“Not my fault you’re boring,” you hurl at him, taking another step forward, coming closer to your turn. 

Bucky frowns playfully. “Ouch, so mean,” he whines. 

The couple in front of you begins to walk down the aisle, leaving Bucky and you at the doors. 

“Good luck, guys!” Nat cheers from the back. 

You turn with the biggest scowl on your face which she received with a wide smile and thumbs up.

The two of you get the signal to walk and proceed with even steps. 

“I said that I read your book,” Bucky recalls. 

You turn your head to look up at him. “You—you did?” you stuttered. 

He nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I got stuck at the airport in Berlin cause of a delay and saw your book in the window of a bookstore, so I bought it. I read it in one sitting.”

Your heart beats wildly and palms grow wet. “Um thank you,” you whisper sheepishly. 

“No, thank you,” he chuckles. “I enjoyed it very much. You did an amazing job.” 

You smile small in appreciation of his words, but quickly harden your heart. “You don’t have to be so nice,” you reply, letting go of his arm just as you reach the end of the aisle. 

Bucky couldn’t tell what made chills run down his spine. The cold tone of your voice or the way you let go of him so easily.

“Who’s the cutest baby in the world?” Steve cooes. The little girl in his hands giggles at her father’s words. “You are! You’re the cutest baby in the world. Ah, look at those eyes,” he fawns, “just as pretty as mama’s.” 

Bucky groans loudly, slouching into the chair in the hotel room. 

“What’s with you?” Steve diverts his attention to Bucky. 

“Nothing,” he mumbles. 

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” he drops it on him like a bomb. 

An embarrassingly red blush creeps on his cheeks. “I never said that!” 

“I don’t know who you’re trying to fool, but it’s not working,” Steve retorts, bouncing the baby on his knee. 

“I just—I don’t know why she hates me,” Bucky says. 

Steve gives him a look as if he’s in The Office. “You don’t know why she hates you?” he asks incredulously. 

“No,” he shakes his head. “I know why she hates me,” he sighs. “I just don’t know how to make it up to her. I want to fix things, but what’s the point if she won’t even give me a chance to speak two words to her.” 

Steve covers his little girl’s ears. “How about you stop being a whiny bitch and stop beating around the bush? Stop the whole nice guy act and just come clean to her. Give her the raw feelings and not this flowery, teasing bullshit you’ve got going on. You’re a fucking adult for crying out loud. Start acting like one.” 

Bucky opens his mouth to speak, but he doesn’t have any words. Steve had a point, but he didn’t have to say it the way he did. 

“I’m telling Sharon you said that in front of Sarah.” 

“You tell her anything and you’re gonna be walking down the aisle with a missing tooth.” 

Elafonisi was just as beautiful at night as it was in the day. The waters danced underneath the moonlight. The stars sparkled in the sky. You marvelled in the simplicity of the beach. No towering skyscrapers and bustling crowds. No flashing screens and odd smells. 

It’s like paradise. 

A cool ocean breeze brushes against your skin like kisses from the divine. The air was thick with a cacophony of aroma. Pungents smells of rosemary, thyme, and lemon trees mix with the faint smell of slowly roasted meat coming from inside the hotel. 

It’s been a long day of practice and preparation. You’ve been around way too many people than you normally enjoyed and decided to take a break from it all. And you couldn’t find a better place than being hidden on the canopied balcony that jutted out of the building. 

Peace and quiet. Just the way you liked it. 

“I thought I’d find you out here.” Bucky approaches you on the balcony. 

Of fucking course. 

“I wish you didn’t,” you murmured. 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing.” 

Bucky comes to stand next to you, he rests his forearms on the stone fence. “It’s nice here,” he says, “I came here about two years ago, but it feels like the first. Crete is a beauty.”

“I’ve seen the pictures.” 

“Hmm?” 

“The pictures you took,” you explained. “I’ve seen them all.” 

Bucky’s heart flips at your words. A lazy smile tugs at his lips as he turns towards you. “Have you been stalking my Instagram?” 

“No! Nat showed me.” you yell at him, hoping he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks. Anger rushes through your veins. “You’re so full of yourself,” you snarl, turning on your heel you walk away only for him to catch you by the wrist. 

“Y/N, I was just joking,” he said, pulling you closer.

You tug your arm out of his grasp. “Stop joking with me,” you hiss. “Stop pretending to be my friend. Stop acting like everything’s completely fine between us when it’s not!”

“Y/N, let me explain,” he pleads.

“No,” you deny. “I don’t want your explanation. It’s too late for that now. I’ve spent four years without a good one and I don’t need one now. I was doing fine, really, and then you waltz back in like you didn’t break my heart,” you choke out. 

Tears brim at the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall if you said another word. You’re not going to cry in front of him. You didn’t back then and you sure as hell weren’t going to now. 

“Just please do me a favor and leave me alone?” you ask quietly. 

“I can’t,” he shakes his head. “I can’t leave you alone. I did that once before and it was the biggest mistake of my life,” he confesses. “I was young. I was foolish and I thought what I wanted was out there somewhere but in reality it was always right next to me. It was always just you.” 

His eyes tell the truth and that was what truly angered you. Even after four years, he still had a way of breaking through your hard exterior.

“Then why didn’t you come back?” you asked, voice straining, eyes holding back the tears. 

Bucky looks down at his feet. The crash of the ocean waves in distance calms him, letting the feelings he harbored for so many years flow out of his mouth. 

“Because I was ashamed. Because I felt like you wouldn’t want me back after how much I’ve hurt you,” he looks up nervously. 

“When I saw you at the engagement party I knew I had to at least try to get you back,” he says, hoarsely.  “You know I suck at confrontation, it freaks me out,” he chuckles awkwardly, keeping his own tears at bay. He swallows deep then sniffles. “But I’m here now and all I’m asking for is one chance? One chance to make it alright?” 

“I can’t,” you shake your head and it makes his heart fall. “I don’t think I’m ready.” 

“We don’t have to start where we left off,” he quickly replies, pleading for his case. “We can start over if that’s what you want. We can take it slow.” 

You look at him, quietly thinking about his proposition. He’s willing to fix things. Even if it meant starting over from scratch so he could rebuild the foundation of trust he had foolishly destroyed. He’s willing to put in the extra hours. So who were you to say no?

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about being with him again. 

Bucky was still the one you wanted to spend your life with. He always was and always will be. 

“Baby steps?” you whisper.

Bucky’s lips curve into a half smile. A small chuckle escapes them. “Yeah, anything you want sweetheart.” 

Your lips follow his. “I want to start again.” 

Bucky smiles, brighter than the moon. He takes your hand gently in his and kisses the back of it with a nod. 

It was the little things about him. The little things you wanted to believe you hated. The feel of his lips against your skin. The warmth in his eyes that he only showed you. 

The little things you once loved about him and continued to, even after so long, gave you the surety that a love given in full can be given fully in return. Sometimes it just takes a little time. 

FIN

[lovelylunarwriting]

Yangyang Prince!AU

Yangyang’s known around the kingdom as less of a prince and more of “the king and queen’s child”

He’s just not the princely type??? He 10/10 looks like a prince and -33/10 acts like one

While some royalty just have that "aura” about them,,,, Yangyang does not

But that’s not a bad thing! He’s incredibly approachable as a person

Not a soul would dare to address him as anything but “Prince”, though, for fear of him overhearing and being like “excuse me what the fuck did you call me”

While the country itself adores the prince and his natural personality, the king and queen take issue with his “lack of royal precedent” and hold him to a ridiculously high standard.

He doesn’t seem to let this dampen his spirit, though. Whenever local newspapers ask him about it, he always says “I’m firstborn and in line to the throne. There’s not much they can do about it regardless if I keep filling the courtyard fountains with soap so that they bubble. Who doesn’t like bubbles?”

Deep down though it takes more of a toll on him. In his eyes, it’s like his parents are saying he isn’t good enough to be king one day.

The reality is that they’re just worried that being in charge of the nation will stress him out like it has them, and they want to prepare him the best they can.

To prepare him for his eventual role, they send Yangyang into the nearby villages to meet with traders from other nations who want to open up shop in the many marketplaces.

Yangyang’s nation is known for their vast and varying markets because they’ll let just about anyone open a business as long as a member of the royal family approves it.

They go about doing this in two ways:

One, they can request an audience with the king and queen and they’ll write up a contract. The king is pretty much there for show, the queen is really the one who’s built this trade empire.

Or, two, if the person is in a rush they can schedule to meet with Prince Yangyang in town and plead their case to him. If he thinks it’s an extenuating circumstance, they essentially get a “Prince Fast-Pass” and receive an immediate audience with the king and queen. 

For example, he had one woman who was a refugee from a war-torn nation across the continent and she came to their country to open up a shop to provide for her and her four kids. Yangyang was like “that sucks, I’m sorry. Do you wanna talk to my mom about it?” and personally escorted her to the palace.

You have been in this market for a  h o t minute though. You got your audience with the king and queen when you were like,,,, twelve?? And you’ve been selling your family’s farms produce ever since.

One of your parents would’ve gone to the audience but there was a Very Serious Ladybug Problem going on with the tomatoes so they sent you instead (the queen was surprised but you presented a fair argument for the business,,,, she had no reason to say no)

So you set up your market every week, Monday through Friday. The weekends are for helping around at home (and sleeping off the work week, of course)

This season’s harvest hasn’t been nearly as plentiful as the previous. It’s not that there’s a shortage necessarily, just that the last season’s harvest was abnormally abundant. 

Which of course means you’ll have to sell pretty much all of it to get a similar profit to last year while keeping the same standard prices (raising the prices wouldn’t be fair to your loyal customers)

“Guess there goes my Saturdays, then…”, you mumble to yourself, deciding to open up the extra day in order to sell every single tomato, carrot, and head of lettuce even if it kills you.

The first Saturday of the season comes and goes with no trouble, and so does the next.

But the third week. That’s when you notice him.

The pickpocket in the bright yellow shoes.

He weaves his way through the crowd with elegance and ease, reaching out here and there, plucking items from stalls, pockets, and displays,  slowly putting them in his pockets.

You find yourself entranced, staring at him slip through stall after stall.

That is until he steps up to yours.

He glances up, making eye contact with you, and flinches.

Apparently your glare was most apparent than you’d intended.

You don’t say anything though and neither does he. He just smirks at you and makes his way to the next stall.

Your eyes follow him and you see him swipe a pair of earrings off the man’s table to your left.

You might’ve said something but:

1.) That particular jeweler is a creep to the women in town so he deserves to be robbed in your opinion, and 

2.) If you snitch on some thief, that only makes you a target to whoever the thief is associated with. You don’t know if he’s got some thuggish friends and you’re not looking for a fight.

That is unless he decides to try and steal from you. Then he better be as good as fighting as he is pickpocketing.

After this initial encounter, you honestly forget about him.

That is until a few months later, when you spot a flash of bright yellow in the massive crowd on another Saturday morning rush.

You fumble to make change for the person buying three dozen heads of lettuce, trying to find his distinctly soft face in the sea of people.

At first you think you’ve lost him, until the lady buying out all your lettuce moves one of her bags and you see him snatch an apple from the barrel in front of your table.

Blinding hot rage sparks its way down your neck and shoulders, and without even thinking you shove the change into the woman’s hands and slide over the table.

The crook looks behind him just in time for you to grab him by the collar and drag him into the nearest alley.

The shock in his eyes is clear and although he tries to fight back, he can’t break your hold.

You shove him up against the brick wall of the alley and ask him one very important question.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

He kind of just makes a weird gurgling sound though because your knuckles are pressing into his trachea.

You loosen your grip a little and look at him expectantly.

“I’m the Prince-”, he starts, but you cut him off because listen you might not be rich but you’re not stupid.

“Bullshit. And you can keep that apple, but you better hope I never catch you stealing from me again”, you say, throwing him by the front of his shirt even further into the alley and storming back to your booth.

Once you gather your bearings, you think about the encounter.

You can’t pinpoint what it is that pisses you off so much about this guy in particular. There’s always been thieves in the market, it’s practically part of the system at this point.

But there’s always been one thing about the thieves that made you understand in a way, why they steal.

They almost always steal food and it’s because they need it. For themselves and probably their families. And you can’t find it in yourself to fault them for that.

But this bright-shoed bandit? He looks like he’s never missed a meal in his life. He’s got full cheeks, tan skin, toned muscles, and is missing that look of sheer desperation that’s in the eyes of all the thieves you’ve encountered thus far.

The only thing in this boy’s eyes is arrogance. And something else you can’t quite identify yet.

Sunday passes and you try to relax, but remembering that encounter just irks you.

Mom: “Y/N,,,, what are you doing”

You: “I’M GONNA GO PLOW THE FIELDS”

Mom: “Why would you do that by hand?? We have an ox for that??”

You: “Because I’m pissED oFF okaY”

It’s not until Monday that you hear the townspeople gossip like crazy about something that happened at the Sunday Market.

Even the vendors are talking about it instead of the usual small talk with customers.

“Did you hear? The prince rode into the marketplace on horseback yesterday”

“Hear? I was there! He made such a big scene!”

“Apparently he was looking for someone but he didn’t even know their name”

“Typical Prince Yangyang- he’s always up to something crazy. He’s such a lovely sight though~”

This goes on for hours and towards the end of the day you swear if you hear one more thing about “PriNcE YaNgyaNg anD hiS goRgEous faCe” or “PrinCe YanGyaNg aNd hiS sTeaMy mUScleS”, you might actually just close up shop and leave early.

At first it was interesting, but everyone’s repeating the same thing for h o u r s

Except for the man you’re currently selling tomatoes to.

“Yeah it wasn’t hard tah miss him with those bright ass shoes ah his”

Your whole body jolts and you drop the change the man just set in your hand.

Apologizing, you scramble to pick it all up and drop the coins on the table.

“What do you mean ‘bright ass shoes’, sir?”, you ask, your demeanor becoming physically tense.

“You know the kid loves collecting those new kinds ah shoes, right? ‘Sneakers’ or whaddeva ya call em? They’re all the rage in the next kingdom ovah, he musta gotten em imported from there-”, the man drones on and on, whilst you continue to panic.

“Sir please, what color were they?”

“Oh they were yellow like you wouldn’t believe! Brighter than the sun itself, and- hey! Where are you going?”

You hand the man his bag of tomatoes, grab what little produce is left and close down shop. If the prince comes back again today he could have you thrown in jail for treason for the way you spoke to him.

Everything's in the horse-drawn cart and you’re pretty much ready to go until you remember you left the change on the table.

Cursing to yourself, you abandon the cart for a brief moment and rush back to grab the money, but right as you reach for it, someone grabs your wrist.

Without thinking, you twist their arm around and pin them face first into the table.

Some of the coins fall off from the sudden impact and as your eyes follow them down…. you notice the man’s yellow shoes.

You quickly release him,,,, this thief,,,, the prince

As he slowly turns around, you contemplate whether you should request execution by hanging or guillotine….

But when he sees that it’s you, he just starts laughing.

Not like a maniacal “aha I’ve got you noW peasaNT” kind of laugh like you’d expect though. A genuine laugh from this boy.

From this p r i n c e

All instincts are telling you to bolt and just move to a different marketplace but,,,, you wanna know what this guy’s deal is.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you talk to him.

“Your Royal Highness”, you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Ah, so you believe me now? What’s changed?”, he asks and his voice sounds like honey. For some reason you’d expected him to be harsher.

“Your prance around town yesterday has been all anyone’s talking about today, Prince of Thieves”, you explain with disinterest dripping from your mouth.

“Prince of Thieves? I am prince of this nation, I’ll have you know”, he says and there’s that look in his eyes again that you can’t quite pin down.

“Then act like it”, you say with a certain degree of malice, and storm off to your horse and cart, leaving the money behind. It’s not worth it to grab it.

His eyes widen and he just stands there for a moment before chasing after you.

“Just- wait a minute!”, he shouts, running up behind you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

You grab his wrist, pulling him forward onto your back, and then flip him over onto the ground.

Once he’s down, you pin him down with your hands on his wrists and a knee on either side of his hips.

“I don’t care that you’re the prince. Your title means nothing to me. I care that you’re a thief. You steal from people who actually need money to live, and why? For the thrill of it? Grow up. If you want people to call you Prince then you better start acting like one”, you lay into him, letting all your frustration with him out at once.

You expect him to get angry with you. Maybe even yell. But he just looks,,,, sad. A little defeated, if anything.

“That’s not why I came here”

“You’re right, let me get off you so you can go pickpocket my customers”, you say, standing up and brushing the dirt off your pant legs.

“No, I came here looking for you. That’s why I came here yesterday, too”, he says, getting up and stepping between you and your horse. “Please, I need your help”

You take a deep breath in and out.

“My help with what exactly?”

“You fight like no one I’ve ever seen before. I need you to teach me”, he explains.

“Isn’t that what you have the knights for?”, you ask.

“They go easy on me. They’re worried if they hurt me while practicing, they’ll be fired by my mom”

“I don’t see why they’re concerned about hitting you in the face. It’s practically all I can think about right now”, you say nonchalantly.

“Wow okay- I could’ve gone without knowing that. But what do you say? Will you teach me? You’ve already showed me like three moves, just,,,, not on purpose I guess”

And for some reason,,,,, maybe because you’re lowkey worried he’ll actually have you hanged,,,,, you say yes.

You tell him it’ll have to be on Sundays and that he’ll have to come down to the family farm because “there’s no way in hell I’ll fight you that close to the queen’s wrath”

When you meet with him that Sunday though, he’s actually,,, quite charming??? And very polite to your parents, who were extremely surprised to see the prince on their front step (you might’ve forgotten to tell them about it)

This begins a routine of Prince Yangyang dragging you out of bed at dawn to spar with him in the barn out back behind your house.

The first few times he’d leave in the afternoon saying he “didn’t want to take up too much of your time”

But every time he leaves,,,, you find yourself missing his company.

Listen, he was an ass at first and he’s still an ass but it’s growing on you.

So one day, you ask him if he’d want to stay for dinner. And to your own shock, he immediately agrees.

He banters back and forth with you, makes jokes with your dad, and flatters your mom.

He’s got all of you around his finger and he’s not even trying to. He’s just being himself.

Now every Sunday he still wakes you up at dawn, much to your dismay, but he stays the whole day instead.

You spend the day together sparring, trying to knock each other into the pond, having lighthearted conversations, and getting the produce ready to go to market the next day.

To you, he stopped feeling like a prince a while ago honestly he never felt like a prince to start with but still

He’s your friend Yangyang that you throw into hay bales while teaching him self defense

One of those nights, the two of you are laying on the roof of the barn looking at the stars, when he says that he’d better head back to the castle.

“Can I ask you a question first?”, you ask, sitting up to face him.

“You technically just did”

“Oh shut up, you know what I mean”

“Hit me with it”, he says, closing his eyes and tilting his head back towards the speckled sky.

“Why do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Why do you steal from the marketplace?”, you finally ask, after silently wondering for months at this point.

“I don’t anymore”, he answers somewhat defensively, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Okay, then why did you?”

“...”

“...you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want….”, you say somewhat resigned.

Over the past month or so, things between the two of you has felt,,,, different.

You’ve been closer than ever, and talk to each other like you’ve known each other for years.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t falling for him.

But it feels like he’s got a barrier built up between him and the world.

Everything fiber of your being aches to shatter it. For him to feel like he can trust you, even if he can’t trust anyone else.To be special to him the way he’s special to you.

“I needed to do something to break out”, he says after some silence.

“Break out of what?”, you ask, trying to be gentle.

“Out of the box my parents are desperately trying to cram me into. I know they want what’s best for me and the country but,,,, it’s just so much pressure. I needed to do something else- anything else, even if it was stupid”

You scoot over to him and he sits up. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull yourself closer to him.

At first he just sits there, stunned, but then tightly returns the embrace and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

The two of you stay like that for who knows how long, with him getting everything off his chest and you quietly listening and running your fingers through his hair.

From that night onward, the two of you are practically inseparable. 

Neither of you have said that you’re an item,,, and for a while you were like “am I making this shit up or does he like me”.

But one day, he’s sitting behind your booth in the marketplace (like he usually is. You’d think as a prince he’d have more to do,,,), eating all of your apples, when he taps you on the shoulder.

“I’m in the middle of a sale”, you snap, and turn back around to the customer.

When you finish, you turn around and he hands you an apple that is just,,, seeping with juice.

“Yangyang,,, w h y”

“Flip it over!”

So you do, and he’s carved “for my beautiful s/o~” into the side of the apple.

You can’t help but smile at his literally sweet gesture.

But you also can’t help but make direct eye contact with him and bite straight into the carved part of the apple.

The look of horror on his face made your day.

He’s got a habit of making your day everyday, though.

[thecomfortable]

Raphael

'BANG!' That was the tenth footbot today, at this rate Raphael's sais will blunten or even bend. Raph scoffed, he'll sharpen them later. Raph always handled things differently to his brothers, today he was taking his anger out on these lousy footbots. They really were lousy, all of them one hit kills. He didn't even need to try.

"C'mon ya damn bucket-heads!" Raph shouted, brandishing his sais together. But no bots came.

"Dammit..." Raph slid his sais back into his belt and set off back to sewers. His T-phone buzzed and he groaned. 'Pleasedon'tbeMikeyPleasedon'tbeMik-' It was Mikey. He groaned again.

Today:

M: [Heeeeey Raph! XP]

"What the hell." He murmured.

R: [Hi]

M: [Wot u doin]

What should he say? Raph smirked.

R: [Staying away from you]

M: [O.O Y??]

Raph pondered on the question for a while.

R: [You're annoying, why else?]

A while passed before Mikey responded.

M: [Oh, sorry.]

Mikey, using punctuation? What fresh hell is this? Raph scowled and turned off his phone.

"Yeah right..."

Footsteps echoed behind him and someone called out.

"Hey Raph!"

"Wait up dude!"

"Ow! Red, let go!"

April, Mikey and Casey, a lanky, pale-skinned boy with short black hair, covered by a scarf like cloth and wearing dirty dark grey jeans and a black T-shirt, had caught up with him, although Casey was being dragged by April. Raph grunted a 'Hi' but didn't turn around. April grabbed his arm, making Raph jolt in shock and whip his arm away.

"Don't DO that!" He growled and shot a look at April. Startled she nervously backed off. Raph's expression softened slightly and he continued walking, trying to ignore April's gaze.

"So whaddyer want?" Raph grumbled.

"Dunno man, April just brought me here." Casey had been able slip out of April's hold when she lost focus. April snapped out of her shocked trance and smiled.

"We came to see how you were doing." Raph went to call them all idiots but decided against it. Whatever he'll just ignore that... remark.

"So Raph, what were ya really doin?" Mikey asked with a sly grin. Raph grunted again and rolled his eyes.

"Nun' of yer damn business" Mikey faked a hurt expression and gasped loudly.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to intrude upon your personal life-"

"Okay. Okay! I was fightin' footbots, if yer really wanna know." Interrupted Raph. This made Mikey Casey, and surprisingly April, gasp in fake horror.

"Without us?!" Mikey moaned.

"Man how could you?" Casey added, April shaking her head in fake disgust beside him. Raph once again rolled his eyes and continued the track back to the lair.

They walked in silence for a while, except for the times April would quietly whisper with Mikey which lead to both of them giggling. This left Raph and Casey to guess what they were doing.

They didn't have to guess for long. In one swift movement, April and Mikey charged at Raph, who quickly dodged and crossed his arms. This wasn't gonna be the same as Donnie.

"Why're ya trying to jump me now?!" First personal questions now sneak attacks? This really is hell. Casey stood beside Raph and looked questioningly at April who in return grinned sheepishly.

"Not jump you..." April started.

"We were trying to tickle you!" Mikey cut in.

Crap.

Raph's cheeks turned the lightest shade of pink and he glared daggers at Mikey.

"You told her!?" Raph yelled. Casey, who had been watching this scene with great interest, felt his eyes widen. Raph let out a war cry and pushed both April and Mikey over, they prepared for impact, but it never came.

"Cahahahasey you trahahaahaitor!" Raph shouted as Casey dug into his sides.

"Man that’s wicked! I didn't think a tough guy like you was tickl-AAH!" Casey was thrown off Raph who promptly bolted. He wasn't bothered to deal with this crap. April chased after him followed shortly by Mikey and Casey. If it was a chase they wanted, Raph was gonna give them one hell of a chase.

Leaping over the alleyways bellow him, Raph did everything in his power to shake the smug little snakes off his tail. It took ages but eventually he managed to slip out of view and into an small derelict, alley store, which would've hidden him well if it hadn't had that damn cockroach.

"YEAAAAAAARGH!!" Raph screamed, alerting the three smug hunters of where he was.

"Aha!" April pointed over to where the lone Raph was hiding. Raph was screwed and he knew it. April, Mikey and Casey began to approach Raph, who now wasn't feeling too confident about his position.

"Back off! I'm warnin' ya!" Raph yelled, brandishing his fists at them, all to no effect. They pounced at him and Raph tried to dodge. 'Tried' says it all really.

"Stop! STOHOP!" Yelled Raph as he struggled around underneath his merciless attackers. In a desperate attempt to save his dignity he aimed a kick at Mikey's lower torso. It hit hard and Mikey reared back in pain causing April and Casey to relent and shuffle away from Raph's reach.

Mikey took in a sharp intake on air and pinned Raph down again.

"You're not getting off that easily!" He breathed, still very winded. Raph groaned and, as embarrassed as he was, gave in.

"NAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHA-" April and Casey were back again. Mikey shook his head and smirked. 

“Not until you admit your feelings~” Raph suddenly realised how punch-able Mikey’s face was. 

“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!” Raph felt his reputation of being the hot-headed, ignorant, sarcastic, tough guy, waver slightly.They stopped and watched Raph sit up and rub the back of his neck.

“I’m angry.”

“We already know that Raph.” April’s eyes bore down on him like a ton of bricks. He shot a weak glare in her direction which only caused April to raise her eyebrows and tilt her head.

“Fine! So what if I’m sad? Why does it matter to ya? Its not like I wanna talk ‘bout it!” Raph yelled although his voice trembled slightly. He got up and stomped off, but not before pulling on the tails of Mikey’s orange mask to make he fall onto his back. Casey was the first to run after him. 

“Hey come on man! You don’t have to tell them.” He gestured at the two despairing figures crouched far behind them. Raph huffed and furrowed his brow. 

“I don’t have to tell YOU either,, ya know?” Raph growled. Casey grinned playfully and punched Raph’s shoulder.

“I know that! I didn’t come here trouble you.” Casey pointed out. Raph smirked and let out a small laugh.

“Oh that’s right. You were “dragged” here~!” Casey flushed red and laughed awkwardly only making Raph smirked harder. “Or did you think this was going to be a lovely date with Apr-HIII!” 

Casey kicked the back Raph’s leg who, in reflex, stumbled backwards into a trash bin. 

“You JERK!” Raph yelled indignantly as Casey laughed loudly beside him.

“YOU’RE the jerk here.” Casey shot back and Raph ceased his struggling.

“I don’t feel great Case.” Raph mumbled hanging his head. Casey stopped laughing.

“What?”

“I trust ya with this alright?” Casey nodded reluctantly though he was still unsure of where this was going.

“I don’t like crying.”

Casey guessed that.

“But-” Raph’s voice trembled. “That doesn’t mean I won’t-” 

Casey peered down at Raph and sure enough, even though they were in a dark alleyway, the dim light of the brightened apartment windows helped him see that Raph was crying. 

Casey’s mind thought it was a great time to take a swan dive off the building of common sense.

 He awkwardly clambered into the trash bin and sat beside Raph, who reluctantly shifted over to one side. 

“You wanna hug?” Raph look weakly over at Casey and nodded. 

So Casey and Raph, now sitting in a trash bin, were huddled together in a one armed hug. 

“Tell no one I hugged you.” Raph mumbled “Or I’ll break your hockey stick.”

“Tell no one I helped you or you know what’ll happen.”. Casey retorted, poking Raph’s side and wincing in pain as Raph slapped the back of his head. Raph sighed and held out his hand,

“Deal?” Casey took it.

“Deal.”

One more turtle! 

[sevenchan-translation]

Earthworm Jim Animated EP3 Assault and Battery

アースワームジム第3話　襲撃とバッテリー

Special Thanks:teddyroo12

Narration:Earthworm Jim and his fur bearing sidekick, Peter Puppy,are about to be destroyed by the insidious Professor Monkey for a Head.

アースワームジムと、毛皮を纏った相棒のピーターパピーは、狡猾なモンキーフォーアヘッド教授に破壊されようとしていました。

Professor: Ow! Will you stop that, It is time to be evil!

やめなさい！今は悪い人になる時間なんだから！

Now, I will fry your puny worm body, and the super suit will once again be mine!

さあ、そのちっぽけなミミズの身体をフライにしてやる、そしてスーパースーツは再び私の物になるのだ！

Ook! Fine fine fine, once again be ours, satisfied hm? Now I have lost my train of thought.

おぉよしよし…もう一度「私たち」の物になるのだ、これで満足したかいお猿ちゃん？もう、私は何を考えていたのか思い出せなくなってしまった。

Jim: MUST. BREAK. FREE.

壊して自由にならなければ。

Whoopsy-Daisy, Steady, Steady.

あ〜らら、危ない、危ない

Professor: Ready, AIM, Huh?

狙いを定めてと…Huh?

Jim: GUHROOVY!! and oh, would you believe I meant to do that.

グルーヴィー！信じてもらえないかもしれないが、こうするつもりだったのさ。

Peter: Not a chance big fella.

そんなわけないでしょ、イケてる君。

Jim: Come on little buddy, I got some pliers in the garage.

行くぞ坊や、ガレージにペンチがあるんだ。

Professor: Fire!

(Theme song)

Narration: Morning in the sleepy town of Terlawk, flowers bloom, birds sing.

花が咲き、鳥がさえずる、寝静まった町テルロークの朝。

Bird: Ba ba ba boo ba bo, when I woke up this morning, hoo-hoo, I was just to late to catch no Worm!

今朝起きた時にはホーホー、ミミズを捕まえるには遅過ぎたようだ！

Narration: And Terlawks most unusual resident greets the new day.

そしてテルロークで最も変わった住人が新しい1日を迎えます。

Jim: Morning neighbor!

おはよう、お隣さん！

Neighbor: Morning, hideous freak of nature.

おはよう、醜い奇形種。

Narration: Unaware that disaster awaits.

災難が待ち受けているとも知らずに。

Jim: By the Great Worm Spirit, whose borrows dwarf the meager works of man!

偉大なるミミズ魂がお粗末な仕事をする小男の理論を借用した。

The paperboy's been missing the porch again!

また新聞配達人が玄関を見���としたようだ！

HARK! The paperboy is nigh, my invincible might will help him hit the porch this Mañana!

聞こえる！新聞配達人が近づいている、俺の無敵の力で彼が玄関に命中させるのを助けられるかもしれない今朝

I got it, I got it!

捕るぞ、捕るぞ！

It was up to me now, after the hours of sweat and practice, the weeks of training, the long nights at the diner tossing waffles, it all came down to this one catch.

それは私にかかっていた、終業後の汗と練習、何週間ものトレーニング、食堂でワッフルを放り投げた長い夜、全てはこの一回のキャッチに集約された。

At last I was a player the big game of life, too bad I haven't read the rules at the top of the box.

遂に私は人生という大きなゲームのプレイヤーになった。箱の上部にあるルールを読んでいなかったのが残念だ。

Peter: Ooh, the funnies! Why are you moving in slow motion?

おっと、調子が悪いのかい？何故そんなにゆっくり動いているの？

Jim: (Stutters in embarrassment) Just messing with the law of gravity as I can.

(恥ずかしくて吃る)重力の法則をめちゃめちゃにしていただけさ。

Ghhk! HEAVENS TO BETSY!! Don't know... whats wrong... suddenly feel... so weak...

げっ！なんてこった！！う〜ん、どうしたんだろう…急に力が入らなくなってしまった……

Peter: You've been lifting so much heavy stuff. Mountains, houses, maybe you drained the suits power.

君はとても重い物を持ち上げていたからね。山とか、家とか。もしかして、スーツのパワーが無くなったんじゃ。

Neighbors: Oh dear, it looks like rain.. Oomph!

やれやれ、雨が降ってきたようだな…おっと！

Narration: Yes it is rain, a reign of terror from beyond the stars!

そうです、雨です。星の彼方から恐怖の支配者が降ってきました。

Queen Pulsating, Bloated, Festering, Sweaty, Puss filled, Malformed, Slug for a Butt has come in search of Jim's super Suit!

女王プラスティング、ブローテッド、フェスタリング、スウェッティ、パスフィルド、モルフォームド、スラッグフォーアバットがジムのスーパースーツを求めてやって来ました！

Queen: Back off, talk boy!

下がれ、トークボーイ！

Narration: Right, sorry.

了解、すみません。

Queen: Find Earthworm Jim, or I shall feast on your entrails at dawn!

夜明けまでにアースワームジムを見つけなさい、さもないとお前たちの内臓をごちそうにする！

Uhh... Make that around 10:30, I usually sleep in on Wednesdays.

うーん、朝10時半頃にしておくれ、毎週水曜日は遅くまで寝ているの。

Narration: Jim is suddenly enthralled in a desperate battle with some zurb warriors!

But he is just too weak to prevail!

突如ジムは、ザーブの戦士たちとの絶望的な戦いにさらされてしまいます!

しかし彼はとても弱っていて打ち勝てそうにありません。

Jim: HEY! I never flee from danger!

ヘイ！俺は決して危機から逃げないぞ！

Peter: You can be macho later Jim!

Right now, we need a safe place to hide, while you figure out whats wrong with the suit.

男らしくするのは後にしてよジム。

今は安全な場所に隠れた方が良い、その間に君はスーツの不具合を見つけ出すんだ。

Jim: Lets see, wheres a place no one ever goes?

ええーっと…誰も行きそうにない場所はどこだ？

Peter: Hey, this haggis stuff is great! How come no one ever comes here?

ねえ、このハギスっていうもの、最高だね！どうして誰もここに来ないんだろう？

Jim: Because haggis is made out the heart, lungs, and liver of a sheep boiled in its own stomach.

どうしてって、ハギスは羊の心臓、肺、肝臓を、羊自身の胃袋に入れ、煮込んで作られているからな。

I've been reading the suit's users manual, there’s only one way to find out what's wrong.

スーツの取扱説明書を読んでいるが…やってみるしかないな。

I've got to go inside this bad boy, I mean REALLY inside.

この悪い子の中に入って行かなければならない、つまり本当に中に入るんだ。

Peter, you keep a look out while Snott and I journey to the center of the suit!

ピーター、スノットと俺がスーツの中心部へ小旅行している間、見張っていてくれ！

I don't know Snott, who's Jules Verne?

ジュールヴェルヌって誰だ？スノット。

Peter: Heart... Lungs... and Liver?

心臓…肺…肝臓も？

Jim: Gah.. They just put these up to keep out the tourists!

ふーむ、観光客を立ち入らせないためにこんな物を設置したんだな！

Curiouser and curiouser, what do we do now?

ますます不思議だ、奇妙だ。俺たちはどうすればいい？

Good suggestion Snott! But I don't think my mouth will hold that much marmalade.

良い提案だスノット！しかし、俺の口にそんなにたくさんのマーマレードが入るとは思えないな。

AHA! Ok I'll bite.

よし、やってやろう。

AAH!

Jim&Snott:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Jim: You're right! This is a violation of the laws of physics! I'll notify physics police at once!

君の言う通り！これは物理学の法則を冒涜している！直ちに物理学警察に通報しなければならない！

Come on, my uncanny worm senses tell me our answer lies this way!

さあ行こう！俺のミミズの勘が働いている、こっちに答えがあると。

Guardian: Destroy intruders, destroy intruders.

侵入者を破壊せよ、侵入者を破壊せよ。

Jim: Yeah, go get them. Oh, you mean us.

そうだ！奴らを捕まえろ！あー、俺たちのことかぁ。

Guardian: Destroy intruders.

侵入者を破壊せよ。

Jim: Hiss hiss, Hello I am a steam pipe, the intruders went that way, Hiss hiss, Steam.

シューシュー、こんにちは、僕はスチームパイプだよ。侵入者はあっちへ行ったよ。シューシュー、湯気だよ。

Guardian: Thanks, pal.

ありがとう、親友。

Jim: AHA! We found control central!

コントロールセンターを見つけたぞ！

But how can we decipher these incredibly complicated readings?

しかし、こんな物凄く複雑な物をどうやって解読すればいいんだ？

The battery's low!

バッテリーの残量が少ない！

The Zurbs could strike at any second. GAH!

ザーブたちがいつ何時襲ってくるかもわからない！

Narration: Is this the end for Peter and Jim?Will they be grounded to paste?

Will they be torn to bits? Will their bones be-

これがピーターとジムの終わりなのでしょうか？彼らはペースト状にされてしまうのでしょうか？

刃でバラバラにされてしまうのでしょうか？彼らの骨は…

Peter: Oh give it a rest, will ya?

もう、いい加減にしてくれる？

Narration: Right. Stay tuned to find out!

了解、乞うご期待！

Psy-crow: Hehe, Hello. Are you bored with life? Yearning for excitement?

こんにちは。あなたは人生に退屈していませんか？刺激を求めていませんか？

Well come on down to Psycrow's School of Nefarious Space Villainy.

I'll train you all aspects of evil.

さっさとサイクロウの宇宙悪行学校へ行くべきです。

あなたの悪い面全てを教���致します。

You'll learn the secrets of maniacal laughter.

狂気の笑いの秘訣を学べます。

Students: (Bored) Ah ha ha ha ha

(退屈そうに)

Psy-crow: You'll amaze your friends with your fiendish vocabulary!

あなたの残酷な語彙で友達を驚かせましょう！

Cat: Face my awry... uh, awesome wrath, vile do gooder.

I shall da.. destroy you. A minor backset, uh setback.

私の顔…間違えた…あー、凄まじい怒り、不快な行いをする善人。

私はお前をは、破壊する。大した尻尾…、失敗じゃない。

Psy-crow: And you'll attend a special space villain support group.

そして特別な場所、悪党のサポートグループに参加するべきです。

Teacher: You're bad. You're so bad that's good, but in a bad way.

あなた達は悪い人だ。あなた達は良い意味で悪い人だ、しかし、悪い意味でもだ。

Psy-crow: Because if you don't respect yourself, no one will tremble at your feet in abject terror.

何故なら、もしあなたが自分自身を尊重しなければ、誰もあなたの足元で惨めたらしく恐怖に震えてくれないからです。

Professor: Before I took Psycrow's course, I was a simple dairy farmer.

サイクロウの講座を受講する前、私はただの酪農家でした。

NOW DIG ME! I've got a monkey graphed into my head!

でも今の私をご覧あれ！私は頭に移植手術をし、お猿さんを手に入れました！

I was NOT making eyes at the gorilla! I'm a happily graphed man.

違う、私はあのゴリラの方が良かったなんて思ってないよ！進んで君を移植したんだ。

Jim: Psycrow's students are the most capable villains I battled.

Psycrow, you're number one... on the galactitc's most wanted list that is. Hehe.

サイクロウの教え子たちは、俺が戦った悪党の中でも最も有能揃いだった。

サイクロウ、お前がナンバーワンだ…この銀河の最重要指名手配者だ。ハハ。

Psy-crow: Hahahaha! You said it, accursed dog-ooder!

ははは、おっしゃる通りだ、やっかいな犬畜生め！

Dogooder!

おせっかいをどうも！

You know what I'm saying! Call today, and remember our motto.

The wages of sin is death, but the hours are good.

ご理解いただけましたでしょうか？すぐにお電話をください。そして私たちのモットーを思い出してください。

罪の報いは死ですが、その時間も良いものですよ。

Narration: And now, back to Earthworm Jim!

When we left our heroes, Peter was hiding from the evil Zurb warriors as they searched for Jim's suit.

そして、アースワームジムのお話に戻りましょう！

我らがヒーローたちと別れた時、ジムのスーツを探している邪悪なザーブの戦士たちからピーターは身を隠していました。

Jim: What's going on?

どうした？

Peter: So... Scared... Going to... Going to...

すごく怖い、このままじゃ、このままじゃ…

Jim: NO! Bad time, Bad time!

ダメだ！今は都合が悪い！

Zurb: Let's try next door, grab some of that haggis for later.

他の部屋へ行ってみるか、後でハギスを買おう。

Jim: Down boy, DOWN BOY!

落ち着け坊や！

Zurb: The suit, get it!

おい、スーツだ！取り上げろ！

Jim: Ungroovy.

AHAHAHA!

Johnnydactl:Foolish Villains, cower before evil's mysterious foe, Johnnydactl! HAHA!

愚かな悪党どもよ、ミステリアスな悪の敵、ジョニーダクトの前に屈服せよ！ハハ！

Zurb:AAAH!!

Jim: Johnnydactl, you old sweater girl, you saved our bacon!

ジョニーダクト、君は古いセーターの女性、俺たちのベーコンを救ってくれた！

Johnnydactl: At the fall of night I come, and silent as a cloud I go, let any trouble come to me, BEFORE THE WRATH OF-

陽が落ちた頃に私は来る、そして雲のように静かに去る、どんな災難も私の元へ来い、怒りに満ちる前に…

Stupid CD player, I was almost done with my mysterious speech!

もう、バカなCDプレーヤーめ、もう少しで私のミステリアスなスピーチが終わるところだったのに！

Peter: Oh, I thought you were very mysterious!

ああ、僕はあなたをとてもミステリアスだと思いました！

Johnnydactl: No it's ruined, IT'S ALL RUINED!!

いや、台無しだよ、全部台無しだ！！

Jim: Touchy....

神経質だなぁ…

Growing weaker by the moment... must get my strength back...

刻々と弱っていく…力を取り戻さなければ…

Queen: Earthworm Jim, you have until sunset to bring me your suit, or I will destroy this pitiful TOWN!

アースワームジム、日没までにスーツを持って来なければ、この哀れな町を破壊する！

Thank you, and have a nice day, this message will repeat.

ありがとう、そしてごきげんよう。もう一度繰り返します。

Jim: Destroys? Only one chance, we must go to the secret headquarters and consult my super advanced Wormputer!Grrk!

破壊する？一度だけチャンスがある、秘密基地へ戻って超高度なミミズコンピューターに相談するんだ！ぐえ！

Luckily I have a secret entrance, hidden in this restroom stall!

幸いなことに、このトイレの個室に隠された入口があるんだ！

Peter: Uh Jim? I think it's this stall...

あ、ジム、こっちの個室だと思うんだけど…

Jim:Ew...

おえ…

Narration: The super advanced Wormputer, miracle of modern technology, does it's usual brilliant job.

現代のテクノロジーの奇跡、超高度なミミズコンピューターがいつものように素晴らしい仕事をこなします。

Jim: WHAT DO YOU MEAN INVALID PARAMETERS?!

9000 gigs of RAM and it cant answer a simple question!

無効なパラメーターってどういう意味だ？！

9000ギガのメインメモリを搭載してもこんな簡単な質問に答えられないのか！

Dang.

Peter: Why don't we just look and see what kind of battery is in there? Then we can get a new one.

中にどんな電池が入っているか、一緒に見てみようよ。そうすれば新しいものが手に入れられるよ。

Jim: GOOD THINKING LITTLE BUDDY!

良い考えだ坊や！

Dang.

Have a look!

見てくれ！

Peter: Gods...

神の…

Jim: What does it say on the battery?

バッテリーには何て書いてあるんだ？

[krizaland]

Hey so like you can completely ignore this but I just wanted to share an idea that I think would make a cool fic. So Dib’s best friend has a huge crush on him and wants him to notice her, but of course Zim is always in the way. She is like hella jealous of Zim and decides that the only way to get Dib to notice her is to try to take over earth before Zim. I know you normally don’t write (Y/N) being an antagonist but I thought it was a cool take. Sorry to bother you💕💕💕💕

Oooh! Sounds spicy! I LOVE IT! Let’s shake it up!!

You and Dib have been friends since you were kids. As time went on, your feelings blossomed into a huge crush.

Everyday you tried to tell Dib how you felt but he seemed oblivious every time.

You tried to give him meat on Valentine’s Day, Dib assumed it was a friendly gesture.

You asked him to go to dinner at a fancy restaurant, he assumed you wanted to go as friends!

It felt like no matter how hard you tried, you could never escape the friend zone!

The only one that seemed to catch Dib’s full attention, was Zim.

You knew Zim was an alien from the start. His disguise was terrible! It was just contacts and a wig!

He wasn’t even subtle about his plans! He was always talking about how humans were inferior and how he would take over the Earth!

You thought Zim was a terrible Invader but Dib was convinced that he was humanity’s greatest threat.

Every conversation with Dib was always ‘Zim did this’ or ‘I’m gonna expose Zim like that’.

Eventually even just the mere mention of his name was enough to make your blood boil!

Why was Zim the only thing Dib could focus on?! He should be focusing on you, his soon-to-be lover!

The last straw was the day before the Skool Dance.

“Hey Dib! I’ve got a question for you!” You chirped as you gave Dib a wink.

“Sure, what’s up?” Dib asked as he raised a brow.

“I was wondering if…You’d like to go to the dance with me?” You tried to give him the most flirty expression you could muster.

“That’s a great idea, Y/N!”

The sound of Dib’s excitement made your eyes light up.

“Really?!”

“Yes! If we go to the dance, we can expose Zim in front of the entire Skool!”

Your face fell the moment those words left Dib’s lips. You knew that Dib’s response was too good to be true.

“Dib, look, I know that you want to expose Zim a-and I’m totally supportive of that It’s just…..Wouldn’t you like to take a break from all that? Just for one night?” You asked as you tried remain calm.

“Heroes never take breaks, Y/N! I won’t rest until I’ve saved the world! I’ll see ya at 7!”

And with that, Dib trotted off to class.

Your left eye twitched as your face turned bright red. Your fists coiled into tight balls as your breathing grew heavy.

Why was everything always about saving the stupid Earth?! Other humans were terrible! They bullied and belittled him everyday! Not to mention other humans have already destroyed most of the planet.

The rain was so polluted that the puddles were brown! The Skool straight up served toxic waste for lunch that day!

The skies were yellow and the air was hard to breathe! What was so special about the Earth?! You started to wish Zim would just take over already so Dib would stop caring so much about the Earth and instead, focus on you!

It was then you had an idea. An awful, nasty idea.

Why should Zim be the one to take over the Earth? Even if he’s successful, Dib will still be more focused on him than you!

If Dib only cared about the one who wanted to take over the Earth, then you would be the only one allowed to do so.

Heck, it could even be for the best! Maybe you could finally clean up the Earth and make it a better place to live!

You let out a maniacal laugh as you began your mission to take over the Earth.

You tried your best to remain as subtle as possible. After all, you didn’t want Dib to hate you!

You decided to listen intently whenever Dib rambled about Zim’s latest plan.

You even hacked into a few of Dib’s cameras so you could spy on Zim and steal his ideas.

“Yes! My plan to pollute the Earth’s atmosphere with Hot Cheezo dust is almost complete! All that’s left do to is attach the tanker of dust to the Voot Cruiser and launch it into the Earth’s atmosphere!” Zim cackled as he threw his arms high into the air.

“Really? Polluting the Earth’s atmosphere with Hot Cheezo dust? That’s his plan? That’s just stupid,” You looked over at one of your favorite pictures of Dib sitting on your desk, “Still, if this is what I gotta do to make you notice me, then by god this is what I’m gonna do!”

And with that, you slipped into your closet and put on your darkest clothes. You then threw on a ski mask, packed a black backpack, and prepared to infiltrate Zim’s base.

You stormed over to Zim’s base and dove into the bushes.

“Alright, I hope Dib doesn’t notice that I stole his map of Zim’s base.” You whispered to yourself as you pulled out a map from your backpack.

After carefully studying the map, you discovered your way in.

“Aha! There! A blind spot in his gnome field! All I gotta do is dig behind that gnome and I’ll be set!” You whispered as you pointed to the blind spot on the map.

You let out a giggle as you put the map back into your backpack and crept out of the bushes.

It didn’t take long for you to find the blind spot.

After what felt like hours of digging, you finally managed to make it inside the base!

However, you didn’t have time to celebrate for the moment you climbed out of the hole you dug-

BREEEP! BREEEP! BREEEEP!

“SECURITY BREACH! INTRUDER ALERT!”

“Oh god, could this get any worse?” You huffed as you felt sweat pour down your cheeks.

“AN INTRUDER?! How can this be?! Computer! bring the intruder to me!”

The sound of Zim’s angry screeching made your blood run cold.

“I should’ve kept my mouth shut!” You grunted as you frantically looked around the room.

You let out a sigh of relief when you noticed a large pillar behind you.

Wasting no time, you climbed the pillar and dove into the sea of wires on the ceiling.

The base’s tentacles tried to grab you but you were much faster.

You swung from wire to wire like a rabid monkey looking for a banana.

It wasn’t long before you reached the Voot Cruiser landing pad.

There you found Zim, angrily pacing around the Voot Cruiser and muttering what you assumed were Irken profanities.

“ARGH! What is taking my computer so long?! Normally the intruder would’ve been captured by now!” Zim ranted as he continued to pace.

You stifled a giggle as you slowly crept towards the Voot Cruiser.

It seemed that Zim was so focused on capturing you that he had left the Voot Cruiser open! What luck!

Wasting no time, you hopped into the Voot and locked yourself inside.

“What the- HEY! GET OUT OF MY SHIP!” Zim snapped as he zipped over to you.

You blew Zim a raspberry as you pulled out more notes you stole from Dib.

“Let’s see, how to fly an Irken Ship. How to fly an Irken- Ah! there!” You squealed as you pointed to the instructions.

“GET OUT OF THE SHIP OF ZIM!” Zim commanded as he banged on the Voot’s windshield.

You simply rolled your eyes and continued to read as Zim continued to bang away at the windshield.

“Alright! I think I’ve got it figured out!”  

BEEP!

WHIRR!

CRASH!

You turned on the Voot’s engines and blasted out of the base.

You and Zim screamed in unison as you struggled to control the ship.

The Voot was swerving and shaking as the tanker of Hot Cheezo dust waved in the air like a flag.

You began to press as many buttons as your fingers could find.

BREEP!

HONK! HONK!

CLANG! CLANG!

The Voot’s lights flashed and its horns honked but it refused to slow down.

“C’mon! C’mon! Slow down! Slow down please!” You begged as you continued to press buttons.

“I COMMAND YOU TO SLOW DOWN AT ONCE!” Zim roared as he held onto the Voot for dear life.

As you and Zim continued to panic, you managed to find one last button.

BEEP!

SCREE!

You slammed down onto the button and the Voot screeched to a stop.

Both you and Zim let out a sigh of relief.

However, it was far too early to celebrate-

CRASH!

The Voot plummeted into the ground, right in front of Dib’s house.

CLANG!

BOOOOOM!

The tanker of Hot Cheezo dust collided into the Voot and exploded in all directions! Coating everything in a bright orange blanket of dust.

“EJECT PROTOCOL INTITATED!”

FWOMP!

You were ejected into the sea of Hot Cheezo dust.

The sound of all the commotion caused Dib to rush out of his house to investigate.

“What the- What’s going on here?!”

Zim let out a weary groan as he poked his head out of the sea of Hot Cheezo dust.

He coughed up the excess dust and started to scream as the Hot Cheezo dust begun to invade his eyes.

“Zim! I should’ve known you were the one behind all this!” Dib growled as he snapped a finger in Zims direction.

“NOOO! NO! ZIM DIDN’T DO ANY OF THIS!”

Dib let out a gasp as you jumped out of the Hot Cheezo dust.

“I was the one who did all of this!” You snarled as you ripped off your ski mask.

“Y/N?!” Dib and Zim exclaimed in unison.

“That’s right! I was the one who stole Zim’s ship and….covered your house in Hot Cheezo dust!” You announced as you gestured to yourself.

“B-But why, Y/N?! Why would you do something like this?!” Dib asked with a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Because…It was the only way to get you to finally pay attention to me for once!” You cried out.

“What?! What are you talking about?” Dib blinked in surprise.

“I thought that if I was the one who took over the Earth…You…You’d finally start paying attention to me and maybe even….Want to be my boyfriend.” Your voice shrank as you spoke.

“What?! You were going to take over the world….to impress me?” Dib couldn’t even believe what he was hearing!

“Yes! Because Ever since Zim said he was gonna take over the Earth he was all you could talk about! It was always ‘Zim this’ and ‘Zim that’ It was driving me crazy! You rant and rave about how no one ever notices that Zim is an alien but look at you! You never even noticed that I was in love with you! Not once! I almost outright told you but stupid Zim got in the way again! So I didn’t have any other choice!” Tears poured down your cheeks as you ranted.

“Y/N I….”

“You know what? Forget it! Forget all of it! I was such a fool to think that this was a good idea! I’ll just clean this mess up and leave you alone for the rest of your life.” You cried as you hung your head low.

“Y/N! Wait! Don’t leave me! I….I love you too!” Dib blurted out.

You felt your heart skip a beat. Did your ears deceive you?! Did Dib say what you thought he said.

“What did you just say?”

“I love you too ok!? Y/N I am so, so sorry. I didn’t know you were trying to ask me out this whole time! I just thought you wanted to hang out as friends….Oh man, I’m an idiot!” Dib blubbered as he rushed over to you.

“No Dib. The only idiot here is me. I can’t believe I honestly thought that taking over the Earth would be the way to your heart.” You let out a somber chuckle as you looked down at your feet.

“Yeah, that was pretty stupid. But it’s still my fault for being so blind to how you felt about me. Can you ever forgive me?” Dib sighed as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Well that depends….Can you forgive me?” You asked sweetly.

“Yes, I can forgive you.” Dib smiled as he playfully shook his head.

“Then in that case, I can forgive you too!” You squeaked as you pulled Dib into a tender hug.

“Hey! Where did all of this Cheezo dust come from?!”

The sound of Gaz’s angry voice cut your celebration short.

“Hey, wanna hang out at my place?” You asked nervously.

“Only if I can be your boyfriend.” Dib chuckled playfully.

And with that, you and Dib ran off to your house, leaving Zim to deal with Gaz and the Hot Cheezo dust.