#this feels even more of a cop-out. but i think it would be really funny if ryuseitai had elements that matched their color
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Hi!!!!!! Omg. I am OBSESSED with the virginity and corruption headcannons with the creeps. You could feel their possessivness- and I had to ask this.
Say if there was a case where the s/o and the creeps break up because well- serial killers = toxic relationship. After a while- creeps miss their s/o and want her back only to find out she has found another guy - a green flag. And she hasn't just recently met him. They've been together a while and are thinking of marriage
I can only imagine the creeps are absolutely pissed because even though them and s/o broke up- they never thought she would actually move on from them and that they were still together.
How would the creeps deal with a situation like that?
Love this question!
So like, yeah, the easy (and frankly lazy) answer would be âoh, they'd just kill the guyâ especially for someone like Jeff - but I think thatâs kind of one-dimensional and doesnât do their emotional complexity justice. These men feel. They obsess. And sure, theyâre violent, but not everything gets solved with a weapon, especially not when itâs about someone they genuinely loved.
So here's how I think each of them would react!
Ex S/O Is Engaged to Someone Else
Brian/Hoodie
Definitely takes it the best. Heâs logical and repressed as hell. Deep down, he knows he could never give you a safe, stable life - so if he sees you with someone who can? Heâll try to be mature and accept it. But that doesn't mean heâs not bitter. This man is petty, he might anonymously stalk your socials, maybe even consider sending your new guy some spicy old content of you... but ultimately wonât. Heâs too proud. Still, the door is always open if you come knocking - he'd still hook up with you in a heartbeat. No strings, right?
BEN Drowned
Ben spirals. Youâd think heâd be the most accepting since heâs seemingly all relaxed, funny and emotionally detached, but no. He goes full psycho ex-boyfriend. Hacks everything - your smart TV, your phone, even your vibrator app (yeah, he knows that too).
It starts subtle. A corrupted file here. Your Spotify starts auto-playing his favorite tracks. You get a text from your own number:
âheâs not even fucking you right lolâ
Your new guy freaks out. He suggests changing your number. You do and Ben still finds it. Of course he does.
The moment he realizes youâre talking engagement? He goes nuclear. He sends your fiancĂ© a blurred video: you in bed, in the filthiest position you can think, moaning Ben's name. The fallout? Predictable.
Heâs not trying to kill your man. Heâs trying to make you come back to him willingly. And if he has to make your life hell to do it, so be it.
And getting your new man to leave? Easy. Getting you to come back? Thatâs the hard part.
Jeff the Killer
Oh man. This dude goes through all 7 stages of grief and then circles back just to suffer more. At first, itâs denial - binge sex, drugs, chaos, pretending heâs unbothered. When he hears you're engaged, he just laughs and downs another line. But it eats at him.
Then comes rage. Starts sending you dead rats, shows up to your work just to stare at your new man, maybe even tries to intimidate him out of the picture. And it might work. But if you really tell Jeff itâs over? If you call the cops, threaten to expose him, tell him you're absolutely finished with him for good? He might go cold. Like a switch flipped. Heâs emotionally detached enough that once he decides heâs done - heâs done. Even if a part of him dies quietly with it.
Ticci Toby
Toby shows up at your house. No warning. Rain-soaked, blood on his hoodie from who-knows-what. He stands at the door trembling, eyes wide, hands twitching.
âY-you d-donât love him like you l-loved me, right? I-I was yours. You were mine. You saidâ you saidâ!â
You try to talk him down. Try to reason. But Toby doesnât want reason. He wants you. Even if it means making you watch him carve your name into his own arm.
Heâll beg. Cry. Promise to be better.
Heâll say:
âI c-can change! I-I can be normal! Tell me what to do, and I-Iâll do it! Iâll fucking bleed for you, just pleaseâplease donât marry him.â
And if you slam the door in his face?
Heâll sit outside all night.
Ultimately, Toby is the one who is most likely to spill blood. If your fiancé just disappears, no trace, no clues, and Toby shows up at your doorstep, smiling like a puppy? Yeah, you'll know what happened.
Tim/Masky
Tim doesnât lash out right away. He buries it. Numbs it. Disassociates. You get engaged? He doesnât even react. Not outwardly. But that night, he gets drunk. Real drunk. And maybe puts his fist through the wall.
Heâll try to move on. Fuck someone else. But she doesnât laugh like you. Doesnât understand him like you did. He keeps fucking it up. Keeps comparing. And the anger keeps building.
Eventually, he might beat your new man to a pulp in a random alley one night - masked, anonymous, cathartic. But he wouldnât kill. Heâd walk away.
And maybe, just maybe, wait for the day you walk back.
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta#ticci toby#jeff the killer#ben drowned#hoodie#masky#marble hornets#creepypasta headcanons
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I was just thinking of this, but I'm not really too upset that some Persona characters ended up as cops given that it makes sense for their story and they probably still have a positive view of the police force and any negativity is focused on individual bad actors and any bad group of cops is treated like an anomaly or just based on pure ignorance. Like okay, sure it makes sense for Tatsuya because he wants to be like his brother who's a good detective and it makes sense for Akihiko because the cop he had interacted with were somewhat positive in his life, and for Chie, the bad cop she's met is somewhat relegated as an anomaly in the system and even then was willing to just admit fault even without genuine remorse.
I don't have to agree with it personally to see why it makes sense for their character to head down that path (although I could headcanon they could leave the force after a while or something). I don't have to be happy with it because of my personal politics to understand why it would make sense.
I do, however, still think that how they handled Makoto wanting to be a cop was really really bad.
Compared to other characters, Makoto's motivation with being a cop seems to be with the reverse context of other characters wherein there are individual good cops and small good groups in a rotten system that is difficult to reform. Time and time again, this is proven within Persona 5 and its spin-offs. Her friends are constantly threatened by the government and by extension the police force with only one good cop that actually helps them and even then, Zenkichi, specifically tells her that she should reconsider joining the force because it's such a rotten system.
She knows what they're capable of, she knows how badly her friend was tortured by them, and she knows that so many of them are kiss asses who had constantly blamed minors for crimes they didn't commit because it's convenient for them and politicians and corporations told them to do so.
Her shrugging off these concerns is what makes it so uncomfortable. Her friends constantly say they don't trust the police, one of her friends had been beaten up by them, and she still touts about that she's not changing her mind about being a cop. I know everyone says that it's because her dad is a good cop and she wants to be like him but she only says this maybe in her social link and tangentially brings this up in a conversation with Zenkichi where she doesn't even imply that she understands the the police force is corrupt and just focuses on the specific good cop that she had in her life which is her father.
I'm not even saying that it's impossible to write Makoto as someone who wants to be a cop because her father was a good cop and there are still good cops within the force. Just simply make it that every time that she's asked about this and why she would do this, she tells them that she wants to be the one to "change the system" or "reform the police force" and her insistence in being a police officer wouldn't come off as off-putting as it is in the series. Like genuinely, her just stating it plainly is enough for me to think "Okay, I don't think she could do it and I don't really think this is something I'm happy with but I understand why the character would go that direction."
Instead, it's all possible inference and you really have to extrapolate to get to that conclusion because she never really says anything too directly about how corrupt the police force is or how the bad ones give the good ones a bad name so she just sounds like she's defending the very same police force that tortured her friend and blamed her and the rest of them for crimes they didn't commit despite all of them being minors. It's absurd.
#mayaposts#persona#discourse#kinda?#persona 5#makoto nijima#please correct me on these instances where she brings up her dad but yeah i still think that it feels off-putting#that conversation with zenkichi absolutely annoyed the hell out of me like you literally have a guy who works for the system#telling you point blank that it's a bad one and you're still covering up your ears despite distrusting him initially because he worked for#the same system you're refusing to acknowledge is probably not a good fit?#like even zenkichi when asking joker if he would ever consider joining the force because they could really ''use more people like him''#(i.e. someone who actually gets shit done and doesn't turn a blind eye to injustices) understands why joker wouldn't want to join them#or see them as good people#my biggest guess as to why atlus doesn't commit is bc they don't want to be too radical now and have at least have one character who#doesn't see the cops as totally bad which is funny considering the one that really talks shit abt the force is like another cop#but that cop gets a pass bc he's one of those renegades who disregards rules so he could get real justice or whatever#which is also like a really iffy cop trope depending on execution but sure#all things considered zenkichi is not a bad execution of it totally considering he's technically going up against a government conspiracy#rather than let's say homeless people or regular citizens selling drugs like on those crime procedurals and dramas
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yuta's really giving "seems lyney is saying some strange things again" here lmao
#âąâËâč đ©·â„rubyâ„yoïŒide yo !!#fr tho like. yuta NEVER flirts with the producer#but hinata will toss in throwaway lines like this at the most random times#bruh omg what if#yuta anemo#hinata pyro#just throwing it out there since i'm on this train of thought#but nazuna really feels fontainian to me. i don't have an explanation. just Vibes#still thinking about whether shu is fontainian or just a big fontaine enthusiast#and ofc subaru pyro cuz he's basically bennett#idk if it would be a cop-out if tori were anemo since he and venti share a va#i don't know enough about the guy to say otherwise either tho#this feels even more of a cop-out. but i think it would be really funny if ryuseitai had elements that matched their color#with the slight exception that tetora is electro since there's no black element#(unless you count abyssal energy but i'm sticking with the seven mkay?)#(also in super nova revolu5tar the spotlight used for him was violet so there)#also come on. there's no way kanata isn't hydro#i should make this into a tier list at the risk of running my mouth in the tags like i always do and nothing making sense lmao
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You know, I feel like if you had a younger sister, she and Katsuki would either be best friends or worst enemies.
For example:
If she was really young, say like 2-5, they would get along so well you have no idea. Like he would be spoiling her rotten, telling her how awesome her older sister (you) is, and how she better take good care of you while heâs not around.
Heâs also probably endured every single movie of every Barbie variation there is to the point where they have scheduled movie nights just to watch them.
You think itâs adorable, how Katsuki treats your little sister like his own - though you have to admit, it is a little unfair how it took you so long to win over his heart only for your sister to get him all soft in a matter of minutes. though to be fair, you did all the heavy lifting
What Katsuki doesnât tell you though, is that the main reason he loves your little sister is because she reminds him of you. Sheâs basically a carbon copy of you for starters, which is a given considering you both were sisters, but it also warmed his heart whenever he saw you with your sister too. Sometimes it was fucking hilarious to watch you two fight over the most mundane things, but also just seeing you take care of her with so much love that it reminded him why he fell in love with you in the first place.
On the other hand if your sister was a little bit older than that⊠say 8 - whatever is one year younger than your ageâŠ
You have my thoughts and prayers.
Dude they would clash so often itâs not even funny, they probably fight more than you both do.Â
Say youâre getting ready for a date?Â
âYo, thereâs a new Batman movie out, you wanna go?â
âAw man, that sounds so funâŠI gotta date with Katsuki thoughâŠâ
âTake me with you then! We can see the Joker together!â
âIHEARDTHATYOULITTLESHIT!â
⊠Another precaution? Your little sister has definitely picked up some language from your hot headed boyfriend.Â
âFUCK OFF OLD MAN SHE LOVED ME FIRST!â
âWh- hey now-!â
HoweverâŠon the off chance they do get alongâŠboy are they something.
Say someone made you cry?
All they need is a first name, and theyâre on it. Your sister is stalking every social media platform and group chat until theyâve got a phone number, address, and credit card information (probably not but you get the gist)
Good cop bad cop? No weâve got two feisty war machines fueled by their love for you and vengeance.
Good luck! <3
A/N: there's something about your siblings interacting with your fictional husband makes something in my brain release happy chemicals
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Mahito
⥠TW: NSFW, noncon, psychological torture
⥠FEM reader
Mahito is so scary because you're the only one who sees him.Â
You can't tell your friends, you can't call the cops, you can't even discuss it with your therapist for fear of being committed.Â
You're all alone with himâhalf the time convinced youâre going insane.
He doesn't even need to kidnap you. Why would he? He likes your cozy apartment. To see you in your natural habitat with all your personal trinkets. Your books, your decorations, the contents of your fridge, your makeup, your clothes, not to mention the soft warmth of your bedâŠ
Sure, his sewer has its charm, but you probably wouldnât like it there very much. Not that it would stop him, but heâs sure youâd be boring if all you did was stay cooped up there all day.Â
This is much more interesting. To be there when you come home from work, having trifled through all your belongings, dragged everything outâmade a mess like a new puppy would. To watch you try to cling to your sanity, going about life, trying to live it normally even when heâs right there on your sofa wanting to dish about how much you loath your pissy boss or that loud neighbor and what fun it might be to kill them.
You brush him off as intrusive thoughtsâa manifestation within your mind. Thatâs the only explanation that allows you to keep your wits with you.
But itâs become hard to bring anyone home. Even though others can't see him, heâll walk about your friends and the odd date and comment on all the things they do, ridiculing them when they say something cheesy, feigning puking before giving it away with a snicker, then asking you why you bother hanging out with them at all. And you wonder if thatâs what you really think⊠why else would a figment of your imagination say something like that?
No. You decide. He doesnât represent your thoughts. Heâs just⊠a roommate who knows no boundaries.Â
Funny enough, you donât really recognize that heâs any dangerous before youâre getting dressed after a shower, opening a drawer on your dresser you rarely look inâonly to find it overfilled with dozens of tiny shrunken heads.
You scurry back on the floor with your hand clasped over your mouth until your back meets your bedâskin crawling. Thereâs no air left in your lungs from the shock to produce any such thing as a screamâso instead, you start heavingâthen crying.
âOhâI was wondering when youâd find them!â A cheer is heard from your bedroom threshold.
Your eyes pan to look at himâor it. Mahito, with a big grin on his faceâclapping as though impressed by your performance.
âWh-whatâ what is this?â You splutter, trying not to throw upâcasting shifty glances over at the lump that had fallen to the floorâits face twisted with agony, unrecognizable, but you think you still knew⊠âWhat have you done?â
It doesnât smell of rot, but something elseâlike unwashed clothing â sweat and piss and shitâyou donât understand how you hadnât smelled it before. You donât understand how you hadnât heard it beforeâthe moaning, though only in hoarse weak voices, still there, in a chorus, crying in pain.
âIâve been studying them.â He saysâcasually, padding across the floor before bending down to pick the one up.
He looked at it with disappointment, throwing it up and catching it like one would a baseballâthen clicked his tongue.Â
âBut I must say youâve got boring taste⊠I donât feel like I learned much of use from any of them at all.âÂ
He drops it to the floor in a fleshy splat, and you cringed anewâwanting to crawl away, wanting to get out, to call the policeâmaybe it wasnât such a bad idea to be committedâmaybe there was something genuinely wrong with youâŠ
Mahito doesn't share your concerns, though. Heâs got his mind on other things.Â
âI think Iâll learn better through practice.â
You donât realize what heâs talking about before youâre being lifted up on the bed and then pushed down against it.
His lean but muscular frame has you dwarfed as he crawls after youâcaging you between his arms and legs.
âI wouldnât mind the floor, but Iâm sure youâd prefer the bed. Thatâs how you humans usually like it, right?â He smilesâas though heâs doing you a favor.Â
Heâs taken off his usual tunicâshowcasing a pale grey chest patchworked together in crude stitchesâand you donât really understand why youâd ever conjure something that looked like it. So human, yet stillâŠÂ so not.Â
âI didnât know what size youâd wantâthey were all so differentâbut I think bigger is better, isnât it?â
It doesnât register before you feel the weight of it on your stomach.Â
Fat and warm, ridged with veins and hard against you.Â
Looking down, feeling the situation settle on your skin like the raw coldâyou realize, though you donât understand itâMahito isnât just some imaginary friend.Â
Whatever he isâheâs neither friend nor imaginary.
Your chest flares. âMahito, no â â
Your hands fly to try and push him off, but theyâre easily caught. His fingers stretch inhumanly like playdough, using only one hand to reign in both wrists, pinning them to the pillow above you.
âNo? Still too small?â He asks, as though your uproar had been a cry for moreâhis voice in a playful lilt. âI can make it bigger if you like~â
You squirm when the thing between your thighs grows an inchâswelling up into something fatter than your wristâweighty and twitching atop you.Â
It alone churns your guts, but the sight of his face gleaming so innocently makes it all so much worse.Â
You whimper as he drags a rude finger through your foldsâbluntly poking at your hole.
âYouâre supposed to be wet, no?â He posed, keen eyes watching your face grimace in discomfortâdrilling his digit inside you despite it.Â
When knuckle-deep, he curled it, nail scraping into the gummy of your tender wallsâmaking your whole body twist with an ache, shaking your head while sinking your teeth into your lip.
âStop-â You croaked pitifully, still trying to wring your wrists freeâbut the hand keeping them jailed had hardened into something that was no longer skin.
He just yawned at your struggle. âSo noisy...â Bored while looking down at you and the ugly way your lips curled at his crude fingeringâbut then his eyes widened. âWaitâoh! I get it now! So, this is what kissing is forâŠâ
He didnât give you much time to turn away before his mouth locked on yoursâmore in an attempt to swallow than to kiss, feeding you his tongueâwhich felt so much longer than it should beâwinding through you until it licked your gag-reflex and made you choke.
You tensed in response, clenching the finger prodding youâand he took it as an invitation to squeeze another inâmaking you squeal out a sob in his mouth.Â
But though it was a cruel ministration, it was enough to tickle the instinctâdragging wet out from within you, bathing the digits that now slid with greater ease in and out.
âSee~ I told you Iâd learn better through practice...â He mumbled against your lipsâhaving felt the changeâalso noticing the quiet that befell you⊠looking so cute beneath him.Â
He chuckledâthe taste of your kiss still warm and wet on his lips.
âThat really did shut you up, hm~Â you humans are so funny.â
That thing resting heavily on your belly does a little jump, and you flinch with it. Left panting after being throat-fucked by a tongueâyouâre really only able to shake your head as he slips the beastly thing down between your thighsâits fat head licking your clit on its way until kissing your entrance.
Two fingers haven't done you any justiceânothing couldâto prep you for something of that size.
âI think this is correctâŠâ He muses, nudging himself against the slim coin-sized holeâlooking a little confused while he did soâthough not exactly unsure of himself⊠more as though it was the whole procedure in and of itself that was at fault and not him. He was just following instructions, after all.
Sucking his teeth at the tautness, he continued to press the tip through you.Â
A whine was ripped from your chest as it arched off the bedâthighs quaking on each side of his hips, kept spread despite wanting to force themselves shut.
âItâs better if you relax.â He offered then, though without much sympathy. Sounding almost jadedâas though you were keeping him waiting.Â
But then a thumb pressed down on your clit, forcing another jolt to rush through you.Â
âWomen like to be touched here, right?â He rubbed crass circles into itâworse than amateurishlyârough patterns that bore no real intention of making you feel good.Â
Then his mouth slid from your mouth, down your neckâonly to sink teeth in your tit.
âAnd here~â He giggled while nomming your nipple, rolling the little nib between his teeth before flicking over it with his tongue again and again, sucking on it harshly.
None of it made you relax like heâd suggested. Either way, he continued to sink his length one thick chub at a time as fast as your hole allowed. And soon enough, he reached your end before your hole could reach his. But that was no issueâŠ
The hand on your clit, cupped your mound insteadâand beneath it, where warmth pooled, you felt inner things alterâchange, rearrange, allowing the giant member inside you to sink deeper even though you knew there couldnât possibly be any deeper to go.
âWow~ look at thatâŠâ He awed when his pelvis smushed against your moundâkneading into your clit as he pressed a curious hand down on the bulge he was making in your belly.
Strings of drool stuck from his lips to your chestâand a sick look pooled in his eyes.
Thicker and thicker breaths left him. He swallowed thickly. Barely blinking.
âI think I get it nowâŠâ His voice had shed its humorous tone, now sounding soft with something you didnât want to have the attention of. âItâs like our souls are playing togetherâŠâÂ
His hand stroked your stomachâlike he was petting something you couldn't see.
âFeels good.â
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My thoughts during âThe Signâ [SPOILERS!!!!!]

ID in ALT
More thoughts under the cut
So I think most of us can agree that this is the best episode of Bluey so far. It was so emotional and satisfying in ways that are kinda new for Bluey. It answered so many questions while giving us a few new ones. Iâve been waiting for this episode for months and it did not disappoint in any way.
This is just a Chekovâs firing squad of an episode. As in a lot of stuff that was set up in earlier episodes all pay off in this episode. I kinda understand why people love soap operas now lol. I will say that this episode was a tad overwhelming for me in the best way possible. As in I had to pause and rewind every 30 seconds or so so I could emotionally process what was happening before moving forward (but thatâs a me thing). There was just so much going on and Iâm happy about that.
Now onto individual thoughts about specific things:
The callback to Baby Race (âyou took your first steps in that house!â) really got to me because Baby Race was the first episode of Bluey that I watched and it immediately made me fall in love with it so it just got to me.
When Chilli said âFrisky and I came up here as teenagers toâŠumâŠthink,â my mind started racing immediately with âwhat the FUCK happened at the Lookout?â âWho hurt Frisky and/or Chilli?â And Iâm just so curious about what made Chilli say that line like that but weâll probably never know what happened.
So yeah that scene at the end when the music was playing and Bandit ripped the sign out of the ground and Chilli tackled him to the ground ABSOLUTELY CHANGED my brain chemistry yâall. I canât articulate my feelings any more than that.
I know some people were upset that Brandy ended up getting pregnant but I thought it was great for her! Iâm happy for her! And I think that even though she got what she wanted in the end doesnât negate the feelings she had about her infertility earlier. But I think weâre all wondering who the father is and I donât know if the show really needs to answer that.
The whole message of âweâll seeâ in terms of if something is good or bad is such a mature message that I never really thought of like that so I will be taking that philosophy forward in life. Congratulations Bluey, you managed to teach a 22-year-old childless person something new and insightful about life that I donât think Iâve learned from another show.
I want to know more about what Bob was going through and feeling and why he went to India, but again, weâll probably never know.
I just love how the wedding photos were beautiful but imperfect. Like of course weâre not perfect and nothing will ever be perfect but itâs beautiful and worth remembering anyway.
So many little jokes and moments were so funny in a mature way (I.e. âare we allowed to do that?â And Nana thinking there was about to be a baby announcement) were just so funny and memorable.
I think some people would say itâs a cop-out to end up not selling the house after building it up for 2 episodes but I donât know, I think it works. I think Bluey and Bingo learned a valuable lesson and Bandit (and Chilli kinda) learned itâs not always about making their kids lives âperfectâ in their eyes. Also Iâm just personally glad they didnât end up selling the house and I also kinda like that it wasnât entirely their choice to keep it.
On a more serious note I think this episode has some interesting commentary on like gender roles and gender relations in straight relationships. In this episode Chilli and Frisky (both women) have to deal with their male significant others pressuring them to move with them far away from what they know and love. In the end they donât end up moving and the men didnât seem to have like malicious or selfish intent with it, they were just kinda basing their choices off their jobs instead of whatâs best emotionally for their loved ones. But I think itâs interesting to have this conflict where gender is kinda brought up in a way (âbecause your husband is making youâ). It kinda plays into the traditional idea of like men are the breadwinners and the family has to move with them regardless of what they actually want. And this episode kinda like deconstructs that and says âno, itâs not always about the job or money, itâs also sometimes about connections and emotional attachment.â And Iâm not saying that you should never move or whatever, but really weigh your options. I just thought that it was interesting that this episode kinda touched on that.
So yeah thatâs kinda the main thoughts I had on this episode if you made it this far thank you for reading my rambles and have a good one!
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home life with them! | multi đ
A/N: because being booed up can be fun & this is just a quick little thing Iâve been thinking about and decided to write for shits and giggles tbh!
WARNINGS: language, usage of the n-word, fluff, bickering, talks of intimate moments, Mary being delusional, & modern times with Smoke & Stack?
đ€ ïœĄđŠč°⧠ââïž. đ€ ïœĄđŠč°⧠ââïž. đ€ ïœĄđŠč°⧠ââïž. đ€ ïœĄđŠč°⧠ââïž.
~ KEVIN ATWATER ~
Slow Sundays were a thing in your householdâŠexcept it really wasnât with Kevin?
Usually itâs his only day off and sure he may lay in bed a little longer with you propped up on his chest but when the man was ready to work? There was no stopping him.
Basically he was like that parent that loved waking your ass up on a Saturday morning with the vacuum cleaner and old jams bouncing off the walls, except in this caseâŠit was a Sunday!
Majority of the time he would let you sleep in, might even start off a little quiet but you should have known that was short lived and him trying to soften the blow by pressing lingering kisses at your brow and squeezing your shoulder before he let go of you.
âBabe! Have you seen myâoh my fault I found it.â â as if he hadnât been knocking stuff over in the room for about five minutes now, always apologizing each time as you tried to sleep.
Heâll get some laundry going, even throw a few of your pieces in tooâalthough you may have had more time to get through your laundry during the previous weekâthe man is just considerate like that.
âBabe, whatchu want for breakfast? My famous pancakes or something else?â Heâll question poking his head back into the room. Youâll lift your head out from over the covers, if youâre not a morning person (like me) that look says it all.
Eventually youâll make your way to the kitchen, the aroma of food luring you out. Your attempts to sneak up on him, hugging him from behind and burrying your face in his back always makes his heart swell. He knows your footsteps well and itâs pros of being a cop, so you sneaking up on him? Never works in your favor but sometimes he doesnât mind playing along.
Definitely the type to stop what heâs doing to press his hand on top of yours as you hug him.
âWhat you want to do today after this house work? Movies? Dinner at the diner? Head to Kim and Adamâs? You need to make a grocery run for something?â Heâs ranting as if last Sunday wasnât ridiculously busy.
Youâre seated at the island counter pressing your cheek into your hand just gazing at him, âI just want to look at you, flash.â You say giving him that old silly nickname since he used to be on a track team in his high school years and you were postive heâs done a lot of running around in the IUâŠwhich is always a little funny to picture with his long legs.
Kevin shares the same look of love in his doe eyes as he looks up and over at you after flipping a pancake over, âWell in that caseâŠIâm all yours if you want me, you got me.â
âThereâs never a day that I donâtâŠeven when you wake me up too damn early on a Sunday.â
Kevin shrugs, âYou love me, though.â
âThat I do.â You sigh but perk up as he slides you a bowl of cut up fruit.
Kevin presses his teeth over his bottom lip with a smile, âFeelings mutual, baby. Now you eat up, we got a day ahead of us.â He starts, easily picking up on the blank look you send him, âI promise itâll be a good one. Not too much.â
You hum as he comes around to smack a kiss against your cheek, squeezing at your hips.
~ DANTE TORRES ~
Danteâs not much of a tv person, never has been but when he starts dating you and divides his time between yours and his childhood home, he starts to be? Sort of.
You quickly learn during your sleepovers that he doesnât do much sleeping in the first placeâŠeven if you end up tangled through the sheets and put through a mattressâŠthe man hardly sleeps.
Heâll nap at best and when you question him about it, he tells you heâs always been that way, always had trouble with insomnia since he was a kid. There were countless times where he would stay up at night to make sure he didnât hear his step-father hurting his mom. His sleeping habits got even worse once he ended up in juvi.
Ofc it broke your heart and you always told him he was safe here with you. This he knew but it still felt nice to hear it.
He found it odd the first time he stayed over, learning that you liked to sleep with the tv on. You peered over at him before climbing into bed, âIâve been in this place by myself at night for awhileâŠI need the noise as a distraction. When itâs too quiet, it makes me anxious.â
Which lets Dante know that youâre not that much different at all. âGuess that means I need to be over more.â Before he fully enters the room, making you smile at the thought.
Youâre into those trashy dating reality shows, where youâll give your own commentary, really getting into it like his ma when sheâs watching those soaps. Dante finds it humorous himself, watching you get all riled up at the couple where the other half just found out their significant other tried to gaslight them after finding out they were cheating.
âCan you fucking believe this guy?! Heâs GARBAGE.â
âAbsolutely.â Dante quietly says with a nod of his head as you look over at him, âHe shows no respect.â
âThank you!â You exhale before flopping back against your pillow as Dante is up on his elbow staring more at you than the screen.
Youâre aware of it, itâs something heâs always done and at times it did make you self-conscious but when you were slightly distracted you just viewed his eye contact as sunlight.
You tune it out once youâre so deep into a show, looping your arm with Danteâs as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before focusing back on the show with you.
Some months later into your relationship, you end up with a cat (or any other house animal if youâre allergic or donât like them)âŠmuch to Danteâs surprise. Yes you mentioned getting a pet before in the early stages of dating and even showed him the one you really wanted but it was a good two hour drive away. He didnât actually think you would end up having a spur of the momentâŠthat was more his thing.
âIâŠguess that means the girls weekend trip went well then.â Dante comments, looking at the odd looking feline that made itâs self comfortable on his spot on the couch.
Itâs rocky at first, the lykoi cat (that you named Britain after the film âAn American werewolf in Londonâ) tried to get used to the home and Dante. Yet it loved youâŠas it should!
Britain even started to piss on Danteâs white shirts. The first time he stole it from one of the lounge chairs Dante tossed in your room.
âWhatâs his problem?â Dante questioned with a deep frown as he held the stained shirt up, âIâve been nice to the guy since heâs got here and all I got in return is a scratch to my hand, my shirts ruined, and hissed at when i stay over and try to hold you at night.â
Your attempts to hide the bubble of laughter in your throat does not go unnnoticed as you wrap your arms around Danteâs neck, âDonât take it too personal honey, heâs just a baby.â
You already planned on getting a bunch more white tees and leaving them here and out of reach from the kitten.
âWell I was your baby first.â Dante mutters as you laugh, running your thumb over the tattoo on the back of his neck.
Dante soon comes to a understanding with the Lykoi. Heâs saying at your place but youâre at an event for your friend and just let him know that youâre on your way home for the night. He realizes that you left the tv on in the living room and turned it off with no sign of the cat. This time.
Danteâs upstairs, already undressed for the night and set his timer estimating what time you should be here and when he would go back downstairs. Dante decides to turn the tv on in the room, getting caught off guard as Britain hops onto the bed and turns into a loaf at the end of it.
After a few moments of silence, the cat meows looking over its shoulder at Dante and Dante cautiously changes the channel, earning more meows until he finds something he likes.
âWooow.â Dante laughs to himself after the cat goes quiet and he hops into bed, ready to text the guys about this since they already witnessed the nasty scar on his hand from the wolf looking feline.
That same scar (which resulted in stitches) he got when he turned off the tv one night in the living room where you fell asleep with the cat nearly sleeping on your head.
Dante gets comfortable on the bed, clasping his hands on top of his head shifting his gaze from the screen and the cat, making sure to keep his feet away from Britain as well.
When Britain gets up to stretch, Dante holds his breath as his yellow eyes pour into his hazel ones. The lykoi is on the prowl, taking cautious steps and Dante would really hate to have to harm your cat with a lamp if he decided to claw at his face this time!
Instead the cat purrs taking a spot right on your pillow, meowing as he turns his attention back to the tv.
Dante with his guard still up slowly relaxes when the cat moves again, nudging its head against his shoulder, demanding pets.
Which he ends up giving, âOh weâre homies now, huh?â
Leading to the pair falling asleep together with the tv on.
Leaving you a smirking mess as you snap a picture once you get home, already finding it odd that Dante wasnât downstairs waiting up for you.
This would be your new screensaverâŠuntil you realize the two bastards were up watching your show without you.
~ ELIJAH SMOKE MOORE~
âWe really about to go to this dumbass party?â Smoke asks you for what felt like the millionth time, standing behind you in your walk in closet, after putting the custom made necklace he got for you one Christmas around your neck.
You laugh in the mirror, âOf course we are, itâs for Stack.â
Smoke rolls his eyes, âIt ainât even that niggaâs birthdayâeven though he think it is. And trust me, I would know.â
You snicker, âDidnât we promiseâŠRSVP to this thing a month or two ago?â
âI never promised nothinâ. I helped with the set up and planning along with Bo nâ them, that should be good enough.â
âNot you complaining about having a night out to support your twinâs success! Weâve been homebodies ever since you put this baby in me.â You turn around pouting a little as you play with the collar of Smokeâs shirt.
Itâs true, ever since yâall got married youâve been on the go. Now with your first baby on the way, the both of you definitely slowed down.
Smoke had no problem showing you the world just enough to share one once he knew you were his. It wasnât easy getting him to open up due to the trauma of being a vet along with his childhood and all that but you were a light in his world that he wanted to keep close.
He preferred roadtrips whether that meant he drove or catching a train or hell even cruises he was cool with! He was not big on airplanes and none of that air shit. Which meant you were limited for certain destinations but one day you were going to get him on a plane.
Being at home was no thing to Smoke since he already co-owned a very busy successful club with Stack that started in their home town back in Mississippi. (Which was now looked over by Bo and other trusted workers but the man was still about his business. If there was an issue he couldnât handle over the phone then he was there!)
Stack managed the second club in Chicago mainly and just started his own brown liquor brand: Clark Striker which was the reason for this night out.
You and Smoke resided in Tennessee (with a property managing business) and made this special trip out to Chicago for stack. You knew how much Smoke loved Stack, that was his baby brother after all and he would do anything for himâŠhe just preferred not be around a few of his friends heâs made out here.
Smoke lifts his chin, âWho even gonâ be there?â
âMe,â you laugh, âAll you gotta do is focus on me. And you know we can always use the truth of me being pregnant to slide whenever we want.â
Smoke grinned at you then as you did a spin for him in that dress. You were in your second trimester, the first had you sick as a dog with a bad attitude but your second? Had you beaming with a burst of energy. You looked as if you were ready to tear it up on the dance floor already, having plenty of playlists as you started getting ready three whole hours before this function was even supposed to start.
Smoke found it unnecessary and barely needed a hour to get ready. He knew how to clean up well and Stack always told him he had him to thank for that or else he would, âstill be walkinâ around this bitch like G.I. Joe. You not gonna embarrass my ass.â
âYou embarrass me every day, nigga so whatâs your point?â Smoke would snap back as Stack rolled one up for them to share, while they sat on the back patio together.
It was a rule, any smoking would be done outside of the house. You did not want your house smelling like that. It also applied to you too if you were a smokerâunless you were down for edibles instead then it was free game.
It brought you pride whenever someone visited and stepped into your shared home with smoke, that people were not only impressed with the architecture (s/o to Terry Richmondâs contracting and building company: Timberline Ridge Renovations) but the way it always smelled so good.
Of course smoke knew how much appearance was important, especially for events and owning multiple clubs. Yet he was also comfortable in his own damn skin and if anybody had a problem with it, he would take it up with their kneecaps.
You informed after getting a notification on your phone that sat on the cabinets which contained your other jewelry, âCâmon James St. Patrick, the traffic is picking up a little bit on the main route.â
âThen we ainât goinâ,â he starts up again and catches your eye, âThat route. Iâll find another.â
Ofc he would! He always found secret ways and sometimes they always felt longer. When it came to trips, smoke was always looking for different directions with less people, best deals, and professional customer service or else things would be said.
Making sure the both of you had every thing and receiving a call from stack on your way out, who asked where yâall were at, âIt ainât no surprise yâall didnât leave the damn house yet. Stop being whack and get your asses here.â
Having a house in three different states was a lot, to the point Smoke even considered selling your smallest one in Chicago or turning it into a Airbnb (you didnât want anybody living in your houseâsmoke wasnât the only stubborn oneâand stack had no problem looking after it even with smokeâs bs demands) but you both made it work.
âYou sure you got everything, woman? Cause we know youâre sometimes forgetful and then I got to come back.â Smoke states as you left the front door open, standing on the steps as he got ready to set the alarm.
You scoff, looking up from your phone after texting some friends that you two were leaving now, âDonât work my nerves, Elijah. Youâre just looking for any excuse to stay here. Four hours wonât hurt us too much.â
Smoke sets the alarm and makes sure the door is locked, plucking the gift bag you were obsessing over for him to hold instead, âWho said four? I thought we compromised on two. The good thang is youâre not drinking so it wonât be a full shift tonight.â
Scrunching up your nose, you take his hand nonetheless as you go down the steps together. It was no secret, once you got drunk that meant you loved to dance. Now you were on a cleanse and wouldnât be indulging in that brown liquor but would sip on a pretty mocktail.
âKeep throwinâ shots at me and Ida-May will learn just how mean her daddy is being to her mama. Keep it up.â You sass as you hop up into the âfamily car.â
Elijah snorts to himself, placing the gift bag by your legs but not without placing his hand on your belly and whispering, âDonât listen your your mama girl, itâs all liesâyou know she crazy already just from livinâ inside her donât cha?â
A kick is felt right against his hand, making him grin wildly while you suck your teeth, already convinced those two would team up against you.
âLetâs go already.â You order while Elijah stands up with a dip of his head.
âYes maâam,â he responds closing the door and jogging around to the driverâs side but not without glancing at your house, smiling to himself at this lifestyle, before getting into the car.
~ ELIAS STACK MOORE ~
âSign here.â You can hear just as a KAYTRANADA track on a shuffled playlist faded out.
You spent the last hour working out downstairs in the gym.
âDidnât I just tell yo ass we didnât order nothing?â
Which automatically made you pause a upcoming song, making quick work of walking around the corner to the front entrance of your home.
The mover just got finished saying your name, after shuffling through papers and you grinned as you stepped up behind Stack who spun at your presence.
Plucking the clipboard from one of the movers you quickly scribbled your name down, apologizing for your manâs behavior.
Confusion was clear on Stackâs face who began folding his arms and mean-mugging the man that sized him up before he spun around to bark orders at the other workers.
âMind tellinâ me what the hell is goinâ on?â
Youâre all grins as you hold out your arm pushing Stack back against the wall and also stepping out of the way as the head man popped back into the home.
âDinning room is just towards the back there across from the kitchen.â You told the head mover who nodded his head, peeking around the homeâwhich didnât sit right to Stackâbecause wtf was he plotting?
Bouncing on your toes you say, âIâm gonna take a shower while you play nice with the movers.â
âThatâs coo and everything but what they bringing into the house? Which I know nothing about.â
âOh thatâs just our new dining table that youâre going to put together.â You respond with joy in your tone, âAnnie, Uncle Slim, and I went and picked it out weeks ago, it was on back order because I switched to a different wood that was imported from somewhereâŠI canât remember. All I know is that it matches better with the emerald green walls we got going on in that space.â
Stack scratched at his nose now, laughing a bit in disbelief but not really because he knew his girl as his grills were flashed at you while he did so, âWere we not supposed to pick that shit out together?â
âAnd the day we were supposed to, you got a call the night before and booked a ticket back to Clarksdale that same morning for what? Five days. Business is business right? So I handled ours here.â You went to pat his face, smug smile on your lips now.
Stack snatched your hand from his face and gave you a warning look but youâll be damned if you feared a man.
âBehind my back? You deadass?â
âJust like you allowed that bitch into our home that day and she thought she could walk out of this house untouched.â
Stack held his head back in annoyance puffing out air from his nostrils, âYou still actinâ like I asked Mary to bring her ass here when I donât even know how she got our address.â
Probably snooping through Annieâs phone if you had to guess.
You met Annie and the Moore twins at Annieâs establishment actually. They just moved in from Mississippi but the twins were already familiar with Chicago. Smoke barely liked staying here in the first place but it sounded like they needed to get out of the delta.
Annie was originally from New Orleans, which didnât take long for you to guess. Smoke was actually trying to convince her to move back there but she was content taking âvacationsâ there instead. Her beauty shop also consisted of oils, incense, and some home products. Annie Moore was a true boho goddess who practiced hoodoo.
When you met Stack, you were in there getting your hair done and he was ready to cut up as soon as he laid eyes on you. Making Annie interrupt as you sat with her homemade conditioner and steam treatment. âBoy, if you donât get out of her face before I mop the floor with yours!â
That didnât stop stack from kissing your hand and winking at you, saying he was sure he would see you soon. And every other appointment you had, you did.
This relationship wasnât a breeze by any means and part of it had to do with Stackâs ex, Mary. Who couldnât let him go despite the amount of times he told her heâs moved on and didnât want her ass no more.
He even told you, âNot that I asked but Sammie told me that Pearline told him that Mary sâpposed to be datinâ some dude that looks like the dude who played in get out.â
Which had you looking at the invisible camera.
Mary even had the nerve to show up to your house and barge her way in. She didnât expect you to be home, coming out of the half bathroom by the living room, which resulted in a beat down after she also had the audacity to wave her fingers at you, asking what was for dinner.
You didnât have a dinning table for almost two months so you did the honors.
âAnd I also asked you if she was going to be a problem, for you handle it back when she was blowing up your phone, before she pulled that shit that she pulled. RegardlessâŠIâm letting that go and finding my happiness in a much better table anyway. So get to it, Bob the builder.â
Youâre ready to head upstairs as you see the men taking their time carrying boxes up the steps to your home.
âGot me fucked up. I got your Bob the builder, alright.â
âWhat was that?â You spun on the steps with a wicked look in your eye which Stack had no problem matching.
Stack gave a mocking grin, âI said I gotchu, girl.â
You took your sweet ass time in the shower too, not that stack expected anything different. Your routines were always as long as ever plus he had something to keep himself busy.
When you got back downstairs to the main floor, you let out a sigh of satisfaction at the sight of your new dinning table.
You mumbled to yourself, âWhere are the chairs?â
âMa, Iâm workinâ on it, damn.â
You didnât even notice stack lounging underneath the table on the other side, almost making you jump out of your skin.
âYou did good baby,â you encourage as you watch him crawl out from the table to wipe the sweat off his forehead and kick the hammer to the side, âWant me to order from that East African spot you like for dinner?â
With your phone already out you pulled up the site to order online for delivery. Knowing his usual order of Luwombo you made sure to include what he vocally said, âAnd extra Injera and Boo sauce. Put it on my card.â
âNope this one is all on me. The table was on you.â You wink over at him while Stack snorts out a laugh, knowing he should have expected that. And doesnât bother to argue this time.
After confirming the order with no other added items, you walk over to the kitchen to hydrate the both of you. Meeting Stack in the dining room, which he leaned against he takes the drink from you, âif I donât get to the chairs, Iâll definitely get to them next weekend.â
âSoâŠthat means Halloween?â
âAh-ha! You got jokes.â
You smile as you sip on the sweet tea, âNo, baby it looks great, just like i knew it would.â
âYeah?â Stack questions as he looks back at it, running his hand over the material, âYou made a solid choice if I do say so myself, Iâll give you that. Now how about we test it out?â
You frown, âHow if we donât have any chairs?â Missing the look in stackâs eyes and the lick of his lips as he reaches out for your waist.
Stack shrugs, âAinât no thang. I lay back and you just get on top.â
âOhhhh,â you drag out catching on, âSo now you want me to do all the work and then blame me when the table ends up broken, again?â
Stack smirks, âI didnât say you had to bounce on it. My face is also the perfect seat.â
You shove him, sharing a laugh, before Stack is pecking your lips and letting a hand grip on your backside. Breaking away from him you point a finger at him in warning, while he bit down on his bottom lip before nipping your finger.
âWe have like thirty-forty minutes until the food gets here, donât we?â Stack was still trying to persuade you, making you laugh once more.
You nod, âYes! Thatâs the perfect amount of time to get started on one of the six chairs.â
âGot damn, six!?â He raises his brow while you sip at your tea with a smirk, âOh hell no youâre tryna work me to the bone, gal.â
You snort moving to take a seat at the small back table by the windows that had the view of the backyard, âWhen have you ever been afraid of a little work, Elias?â
âI think Iâd be a little less afraid with that cat on my tongue instead of this brew.â
You gasp, âYouâre so nasty!â
âDonât act like you donât love it.â He clicks his tongue at you, pulling out a chair by the island to relax for a bit, daring you to tell him to get back to work.
The both of you playfully glare at each other, until stack cracks first, pecking his lips at you before turning his attention back to his phone and you gazing out the window.
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FIN.
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baby!reader working a case???
ok let me lock in bc i don't think i can logically headcanon this and we all deserve to see it come to fruition.
it was a very special day for you. new car, new clothes (really, a mix of dean and sam's handmedowns from the depths of their packed bags, but they were new to you which made them special), and a new identity.
they were acting as fbi for this case, something ghostly and ghoul-like and a bridge that seemed to be the centric point of it. they had badges and everything, dean even let you play with his before he got (rightfully) anxious you'd manage to lose it and took it back.
you'd seen them in action before, but it was so much less involved than this. you'd be where the new car was; parked at the beginning of the bridge, doing absolutely nothing at all, staring at the police cars that got to see more action than you did.
not today, though! you were walking right up to the scene, past the stupid police cars and the men themselves in their cute little uniforms, looking all serious and grimace-y.
it was going swell, too, until you'd accidentally made eye contact with the most grimace-y one, and he seemed to think that the fact that you were grinning at a murder scene was a little off, because he holds out his arm to stop the three of you from approaching.
"hey, what the hell is this?" he asks, glancing firstly between the two men and then to you.
that didn't ever really bode well, when people treated you as an afterthought. dean opens his mouth, sam's already fishing for the lanyard beneath his shirt, but you speak instead. "we are investigating."
the man's lips purse in amusement. like you were joking, or amusing. there was nothing funny about this. this was your very first mission with the winchester gang; it was so incredibly important to you.
"we are investigating," the policeman says, straightening his spine as he does, like he feels the need to emphasize his status and talk down to a girl. "you guys are going to get behind the yellow tape." again, it doesn't bode well, but it was dean's turn to interrupt you.
dean holds his fbi badge out. today he was dean williams. could you read? no. but he'd schooled you on what role you were and what his said so you didn't accidentally do something stupid, like this, and throw their whole game out the window before it'd even started. "the higher-ups called us in."
sam holds his up, too, and now you feel a little left out, but this was a part of the game.
the policeman nods to you, his face still impassive and, in a way, amused. "who's this, then?"
dean and sam look at each other, and then back at the man. you are still smiling like this is the best day of your life. it actually was, too. you didn't have many sentient days to use as reference.
"intern."
he watches you for a long while, like he knows that you're seconds from cracking, and just when you're about to tell him about how fun and exciting this is, he shakes his head. "nuh uh. this isn't happening. we've got it handled, thanks."
dean's lips flatten, and sam's already stepping forward to have a personal one-on-one with the cop, like he alone could change his mind, but your eyes go to the left. the edge of the bridge, where police officers are gathered around, assumedly, where something happened.
"...don't know where their daughter is," one says, low enough that you could only hear because you were attached to dean's arm, and he was drifting in that direction for the very reason of overhearing, "hasn't answered a call or text, but phone pinged here a few hours ago."
the bridge was long, and distant from any sign of civilization. your head tilts to the side. dean complained when he had to walk for long periods of time, sam was decently tall so it didn't take him as much time, but he didn't seem to like it much, either. neither of them would have walked the length of this bridge to somehow vanish, no matter if they were chasing something.
and daughter. assumedly younger, if her parents realized so quickly that she'd not come home the night before. girls could be tall, young girls could be tall, but even then, it would not make sense for a girl at least somewhat young to walk the length of this bridge on her own, especially in the middle of the night, from however far the family lived.
your head raises in an epiphany. you don't know social cues. don't know how to tell when a conversation is private, and when it's open for comment, so you blurt out the words in your head. "she was driving."
dean's head snaps toward you, and the police officers all tense, including the one that sam had been sweet talking.
"what?" dean asks you, even as the officers start to walk toward you with blatant intent.
how were you supposed to know that presenting a theory as a complete and total stranger bystander would lead to suspicion? that's not something taught in two hour long drives by the winchester boys.
you shove past all of them, going to lean over the edge of the bridge. the river below was deep and winding, its depths emphasized in the darkness of the water, even from this height. impossible to see the car that you knew was down there.
"she was driving," you repeat, your hands running along the railing, feeling for grooves or cracks you knew had to be there. sure enough, there's a huge crack a couple of feet from you, one that isn't paralleled on the other side of the bridge. "very fast. it's a straight road and bridge, so maybe she felt safer to speed. or maybe she was scared, and something was chasing her, which could be why she went to the left and..."
you nod toward the river below again, past the cracked edge. "went over the edge."
the entire bridge is silent. even the birds have stopped cawing. finally, the police officer who'd looked at you like you were nothing but a little girl trespassing presses the comm on his chest, holding it to his mouth. "get a search and rescue on the ground."
dean huffs out a laugh, not in the same way that the officers had poked and prodded at you. you knew dean very well, and knew his tells more than you knew general ones. he was impressed.
"what's your name?" the first officer asks as the others begin to load up into the useless, idle cars, heading off of the bridge toward the murky riverbank.
you straighten this time, as tall as you can be, and as proud as you could, in worn and faded and too-big clothes. "baby."
a huff of amusement, more similar to dean's than the officer's rude teasing before. he pats sam's back, offer's dean a gruff nod, and then turns back toward you. "you boys are dismissed. you can stay."
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The idea of Wade as a used car salesman found a love of his life during his midlife crisis before he met Logan. They donât have a clue that heâs Deadpool. They just fall in love with Wade the used car salesman Wade Wilson, even see him as a funny, harmless person till one day his partner showing a picture of Deadpool and goes âHe looks hot, could we find some costume to wear next time we fuck, dear?â
Wade totally forgot that heâs retired from Deadpool cause heâs in his suit, ready to fuck the love of his life for eternity. đ
Wade Wilson knew he was in love the first time you cried laughing over one of his stupid jokes.
Youâre probably too good for him with your easy smile and kind heart, and he knows heâs punching above his weight when he asks you out - but somehow you end up saying yes.Â
At the bar that night he keeps you laughing until there are tears in your eyes and then continues the show in bed. Itâs so lovely to have you all giggly under him, pressed into the mattress as he makes you cum so hard all you can do is moan.Â
You lie there, walking your fingers up and down his chest, molasses-slow as the streetlights outside your apartment silhouette you both in fluorescence.Â
âI like you, Wade. Youâre nice,â you sigh, in a way which suggests you donât often meet nice people. Ah man, he fucking melts. Heâs never letting you go.Â
Your relationship is pretty easy. He never feels like he has to work to impress you or keep you onside, you like him for him. Itâs a⊠refreshing feeling, from a world where Wade Wilson constantly feels like heâs too much.Â
He catches the Deadpool keyring on your house keys one night after the two of you have grabbed pizza on the way home; spotting the telltale red and black while trying to keep a pile of boxes in place between his hands and his chin.Â
âOh, Deadpool fan?â he asks, trying to affect nonchalance. He sees you get a little flustered.Â
âI mean⊠yeah? Back in his heyday I thought he was cute, kindâve a shame he disappeared. Merc with a mouth, whatâs not to love?â you pause for a second. âHe reminds me of you actually.â
Wade laughs at that way too loud and way too hard.
âWhat? No. Thatâs crazy!â
You throw him a side-eye but donât comment further.Â
He lets it rest for a couple of days so as not to draw suspicion, but when you make yourself a cup of coffee and his own mask is staring back at him from the ceramic, he canât hide his wandering eyes.Â
âWhatâs up?â you ask.Â
âNothing. Just didnât realise they made those.â He didnât get a cut. Should he have gotten a cut? Would have been nice if whoever had merchandised his face had asked him if he was cool with it. Â
âOh, look, everyone has a crush on at least one superhero, okay? Itâs impossible not to. Theyâre everywhere and theyâre hot!â
He lets himself digest this. You think Deadpool is a superhero? He didnât get that much. Mostly he was referred to as âgodâs curse to crimefightingâ. But also you have a crush on him? Both of these facts are⊠interesting.Â
âI⊠think Deadpool is hot, too,â Wade blurts out when he realises heâs been silent for ten uninterrupted seconds.Â
âOh,â you reply, settling down a little when it turns out heâs in agreement with you. âWell, cool! Glad we can agree.â
Phew. Got outta that one, then.Â
He really doesnât think any more of it, or tries not to, until a couple of weeks later when you bring it up in bed.Â
âWade, can I ask something kinda kinky?â
Cuddled in post-coital bliss, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, he pauses.Â
âAbso-fuckinâ-lutely, sweet cheeks. Iâd be offended if you didnât.â
âHow do you feel about roleplay?â
He turns to you with a grin which threatens to split his face in half.
âOh, youâve been keeping that under your hat!â he laughs, âBut, in answer to the question, very positive. What were you thinking? Cop and criminal? Nurse and patient? Iâm down to play any of those roles by the way, I believe in equal gender opportunities in the bedroom.â
You chuckle, but when you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and try to work out how to phrase the next part of the question, he cottons on.Â
âOh my god. You want me to roleplay Deadpool, donât you?â
âItâs okay if you donât want to! Itâs just, you said you thought he was sexy⊠so I wonderedâŠâ
He puts a finger on your lips, stoppering the spill of panic from your lips.Â
âBaby, I am so down to clown that you might as well call me Pennywise. Let me sort the details and Iâll give you the best night of in-character boning thatâs ever been known to man.â
You look giddy at that promise. Truth be told, heâs kinda excited himself.Â
Wade retrieves the suit the next day and feels a little weird putting it back on, covering his body again with red and black. When heâs done this in the past itâs in order to go and kill like, a lot of people, not to fulfil a fantasy. But hey - thereâs a first time for everything. And itâll make you so happy, too.
You scream when he taps on your window from his perch on your fire escape. Admittedly he should have told you he was coming, but he thought it could be a fun and sexy surprise. He was wrong.Â
âWHAT THE FUCKâ!â
Wade whips off the mask as you lunge for your kitchen knife set, hands up in a gesture of peace.Â
âBaby! Babe, itâs just me!â
You go limp with relief, leaning against the counter to support yourself.Â
âHoly shit! Wade, what the fuck do you think youâreâŠâ
You trail off as you take in the picture of your boyfriend crawling in through the tiny window decked out in his suit. An eyebrow raises.Â
âOh.â
âYeah! See, I told you Iâd sort it.â
Anger and fear now completely ablated, you walk a slow circle around where he stands in your kitchen, appraising his look.Â
âThis is a high quality suit. Where did you get it?â
âPeter,â he says quickly. This isnât a lie. He did get it from Peter⊠Peterâs locker anyway. You look confused.Â
âOur coworker Peter?â When Wade nods you furrow your brow. âHe⊠he hasnât fucked in this suit, has he?â
âNo!â says Wade with far too much force. Actually he canât prove that. Now itâs an image he canât shake from his mind. Not super conducive to the mood.Â
He takes a knife from his belt, and your eyes go wide in a mixture of panic and arousal.Â
âOh my godâŠâ
âItâs blunt! Well. Itâs sharp enough for me to cut your underwear off, which Iâve been rocking a semi all day from imaginingâŠâ
From the smile which takes up your face, he knows heâs done right.Â
Any way you ask him to fuck you, he does. Over your dresser. Against your wall. While running the dulled point of baby knife over the curve of your ass as he pistons his hips inside you, getting the mess of your cum all over the front of his suit. Itâs filthy. Itâs fantastic.Â
But when you lay there cuddled up to his chest that night, Wade feels⊠conflicted. It isnât that heâs lying to you, exactly, but it feels like heâs keeping a pretty fucking big secret.Â
If you knew, would you still like him? Still want to be with him? Having a crush on a superhero is one thing, but being with one is entirely different. Ask any of the assorted Spider-Man and their various fucked up partners. It isnât always pretty.
As if determined to take his mind away from this thought you nuzzle into his side, blissfully fucked out. He buries his lips into your hair.Â
It never needs to be an issue. Deadpool is retired. Heâs never gonna be used for non-kinky reasons again.Â
âŠright?

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Survival Skills

Summary: Suguru has to go on a business trip, leaving you and Satoru to fend for yourselves. Will you be able to? A/N: I really really like this fic. I thought the idea of you and Gojo trying to figure out how to manage without Suguru would be very funny. I doubt Suguru minds caring for either of you, my whole thing about him is that he needs to be needed. Comments always appreciated!
CW: SFW, Fluff, Polyamory, Food, Teasing, Humor, Comfort, Light Angst, Suggestive Joke, Very Mild Infidelity Joke, Gender Neutral Reader, They/Them Reader W/C: 6,697
Credit to Benkeibear for the banner
âAlright, I made some garden pasta for the both of you. Itâs in the fridge. I also left out some recipes in case you guys go through that fast.âÂ
You stand next to the door, staring up at Suguru as he lists off the food he had left for you and Satoru. He was such a worrier, if you didnât know any better you would think Suguru thought the both of you might starve the second he left.Â
On second thought, you might.Â
âThank you Suguru-â you start.Â
âAnd I left some chicken in the fridge for tonightâs dinner. It just needs to be cooked, I already marinated it, it's that one you liked from-â He interrupts you, his lips twisted in a frown.Â
â-Thank you, Suguru.â You grab him by the arms, holding him firmly as you cut him off.Â
Suguru stops talking, no doubt getting the message. You had been trying to get him out the door for thirty minutes now, you were certain the taxi driver outside was nearly losing his mind.Â
Suguru peeks over your head, sliding past you to walk towards Satoru. He was laying on the couch, his long limbs hanging over the edge. You really should get a bigger couch.Â
Suguru leans down and places a kiss on Satoruâs lips, almost melting down when Satoru lifts a hand up to hold the back of his head. The sight almost brings you to your knees.Â
âDo you really have to go?â Satoru asks when Suguru peels himself off.Â
Suguru hums before squeezing Satoruâs shoulder, turning around to face you once more.Â
âAre you sure you guys are going to be okay?â Worry is etched into his face.Â
âYes, mom. We'll be fine.â You reassure him, even though the words feel hollow.Â
Would you be fine? You and Satoru were grown adults, fully capable of handling yourselves.Â
âIf Satoru got an extra kiss, I want one too.âÂ
Suguruâs face relaxes into a smile as he leans down, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. His lips slip perfectly between yours. You have to fight the urge to drag him back inside.Â
A horn sounds out, breaking the tender moment.The cab was still waiting.Â
âOkay. Text me if you need anything.â Suguru speaks, punctuating each word with a kiss.Â
The overt signs of affection soothe your nerves the slightest bit. Everything would be fine. And you wouldnât be completely alone. Satoru would be here with you.
Your fingers tremble as you close the door behind Suguru, and an unnerving silence begins to take hold of your residence. It wouldnât be silent for long though, not when you had Satoru in the house.Â
âSo what do you wanna do now? We could throw a rager and party till the cops show up.â Satoru proposes.Â
You snort and drag your feet away from the door, bringing yourself to the couch.Â
âWe would need to have friends to do that, Satoru.âÂ
âWh- I have friends, donât know about you though.âÂ
You roll your eyes while he snickers to himself. Your foot nudges his leg, and he clicks his tongue. You wouldnât throw a party, although the noise and commotion would have been greatly appreciated.Â
âCome on, why donât we eat some of the leftovers Suguru made and put something on.âÂ
Satoru sighs dramatically at your denial of a party before sitting up.Â
You dish out two bowls of garden pasta for the two of you, your stomach rumbling at the mere sight of Suguruâs cooking. Satoru puts on your favorite show while the two of you start to eat. The food tasted amazing, like always. When Suguru first entered your life, you were sure that eventually you would get used to his cooking, but no. It amazed you every single time you had it.Â
At first, it was sort of nice having some extra personal time with Satoru. Being in a polyamorous relationship could be difficult at times, trying to navigate the best way to divide your attention. With Suguru on a business trip, the two of you were able to spend some much needed time together. You even noticed that Satoru clung onto you a little more when you slept, no longer having to share you with Suguru.Â
When you wake up in the morning, the bed is decidedly more cold than it was the previous day. You turn your head to the right, Suguruâs designated spot, only to be met with air. You feel a heavy weight against you, long limbs tangled in yours. Satoru. His arm is thrown across your body while his bottom half is laying on top of you, his legs on yours. It was suffocating. But it was just what you needed with the lack of Suguru.Â
You close your eyes and focus on Satoruâs breathing. It's a steady pattern, one that could lull you back to sleep if you werenât careful. It was the weekend so realistically, you and Satoru could stay in bed all day if you wanted to. The idea sounded nice, but you needed something first.Â
You jostle your legs, causing Satoru to grumble. You pinch his arm and he yelps, squeezing you tighter.Â
âI know youâre awake, Satoru.âÂ
âNo I'm not.â He responds, voice devoid of any sleepiness.Â
âI'm hungry,â you whine âyou should make us crepes. Suguru left the recipe.âÂ
Satoruâs eyes flick open and youâre almost startled by the blue looking at you. His hair was ruffled, an adorable look on him.Â
âWhy don't you make it?âÂ
The two of you could go back and forth for hours; this was why it was good to have Suguru there to cook.Â
âBecause I just woke up, Iâll make dinner when we run out of leftovers.âÂ
Satoru thinks for a moment, before dramatically groaning, pushing himself up. Heâs wearing a loose white shirt with black pants, and he looks so cozy you almost felt bad for making him get up. You did need to eat though, and so did he.Â
You trudge after him, plopping on a stool at the bar as you watch him navigate the kitchen. He looks confident, like he belongs there, even though you know damn well he hasnât cooked a thing since Suguru walked into his life.Â
You're telling him about your dream as he holds a mixing bowl, leaning his back against the counter as he listens to you while stirring the crepe batter. You decide on Nutella and strawberries for the fillings, the mere thought of it making your mouth water.Â
âAnd then when we left the house, you got struck by lightning-â youâre talking before he interrupts you.Â
âHah? You killed me off in your dream?â His eyebrows are touching his hairline, looking the slightest bit offended.Â
âI can't control my dreams! You can't either. Remember when you had that spicy dream about-âÂ
He rushes to cut you off, not wanting to be reminded of it. You werenât sure why he told you stuff, he knew you would just tease him after. It wasnât like he was any better.Â
âOkay okay, point taken. Kill off Suguru next time though, yeah?â He turns around, and starts to pour the batter into a pan to cook.Â
âDuly noted.â You remark, picking up a strawberry to pop into your mouth.Â
Satoru faces you again as the crepe cooks, his fingers tapping his arm. He looked impatient. He usually was. You drag your eyes down his body before bringing them back up to his face, where you notice he's already staring at you.Â
âSee something you like?â He comments, a cocky grin on his face.Â
âI do, you wanna go out some time? My boyfriends not home.âÂ
Satoru chuckles and walks towards the bar, leaning over in front of you.Â
He reaches across it and grabs your hand, turning it over until your palm is facing up. He looks calculated as he stares down, running his thumb over the skin, light enough it almost tickles. A small smirk appears on his lips once he sees you squirming out of the corner of his eyes.Â
âWanna play rock paper scissors on who has to do the dishes?â You ask.Â
He flicks his blue eyes up to you.Â
âIâm cooking, why donât you do dishes?âÂ
âOh, so youâre afraid of losing.â You prod, knowing youâll get a reaction.Â
Satoru sneers and stands up straight with his hand out. You reach out too, noticing the size difference of your fists.Â
âReady?â You wait a moment. âRock, paper, scissors, shoot-âÂ
You lay your hand flat while he keeps his in a fist. Satoruâs brows furrow while you grin. His lips twitch while he looks up at you and pouts, always a sore loser.Â
âTwo out of three?â He proposes, already getting his hand ready for the next round.
You jokingly roll your eyes and set your hand out again. Satoruâs looking at you intently, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth, eyes wide as if he could predict your next move.Â
He was able to, apparently.Â
âRock, paper, scissors, shoot-âÂ
You put down scissors, and his hand is formed into a rock. Satoru cackles and taps your scissors, happy with himself.Â
âDonât get ahead of yourself pretty boy, thereâs still one round left.âÂ
The two of you get into position for the final game. Thereâs a distinct smell floating over to your nose, and you crinkle it as you look over Satoruâs shoulder.Â
âSatoru, I think itâs burning-âÂ
âYeah yeah hold on, letâs go.â Satoruâs in the zone.Â
You shrug and straighten in your seat.Â
âRock, paper, scissors, shoot-â you recite.Â
You put down scissors and he puts down paper. You chuckle as you snip at his hand. He juts his lip out as he grieves his loss, and you almost feel bad. The smell is getting stronger now, and Satoruâs finally picking up on it.Â
âOh, shit- why didnât you tell me it was burning?â He turns around and fumbles, rushing over to the burner.Â
You give him a deadpan stare, shoving another strawberry in your mouth.Â
âGotta cook, gotta clean, gotta do everything around here.â Satoruâs mumbling under his breath.Â
âI know, youâre like Suguru.âÂ
Satoru dumps the burnt crepe in the trash before turning around, pouring more batter in the pan. You watch him from behind as he cooks, his hip popping to the side as he rests a hand on it, tapping his foot as he waits for the crepe. The sight was borderline mouthwatering.Â
Once the crepes are finished, Satoru sits next to you as the two of you decorate them, slathering the chocolate spread on and placing strawberries neatly down. While he burned the first one, all the others turned out perfect. Leave it to Satoru to be good at something. He groans in satisfaction as he takes a bite of his.Â
Breakfast was good, decidedly so, but there was something missing as you ate. Or rather, someone was missing.Â
~~~
You lay on your stomach on your bed as you gaze at your phone. You were calling Suguru, hoping to catch a glimpse of him before you went to bed.Â
The phone flashes the second he answers and your head perks up.Â
âSuguru!âÂ
âHey baby.â
Your heart falters at the sound of his silky tone.Â
âHow was your day?â He asks.Â
Heâs lying in a hotel bed, dark circles beneath his eyes as he watches your face. The sight hurts you. Heâs made an off-handed comment before that he didnât sleep well without you and Satoru. Your fingers twitch with the need to reach through the screen to grab him.Â
âIt was okay, how was yours?âÂ
âIt was alright. Nothing interesting has happened yet,â he pauses and his eyes flick down before he brings them back up to you. âWish I was home though.âÂ
âDo you?â You tease, your teeth digging into your cheek.Â
âI do. It's a bit weird. I havenât had this much alone time since Satoru got the stomach flu in school, and even then he was calling me every hour to baby him.âÂ
You let out a laugh.Â
Suguru gets up from his bed and carries the phone with him. It looks like heâs in the bathroom now, you can tell with the shower curtains behind him. Heâs shirtless with a pair of pajama pants on, they were red plaid that hung low on his waist. It was a Christmas gift you had gotten him several years ago. Even though he was far away, there was still evidence of your love on his body.Â
Suguru sets you on the counter, digging his teeth in the hair tie around his wrist. It hangs from his mouth as his hands comb through his hair, putting it into a bun. Youâre mesmerized as you watch the action.Â
âSatoru tried making your crepes earlier.â You comment, watching Suguru.Â
He hums to prove heâs listening, as he stares into the mirror. You watch his tight stomach as he washes his hands, leaning forward to pull out his contacts.Â
âThey turned out okay. The second batch anyway. The first batch he got distracted and almost burnt the house down.âÂ
Suguru blinks a couple times before looking down at you, his eyes squinting.Â
âIâm kidding! Well, kind of. We were playing rock paper scissors and he was losing, so he was distracted and the first one burnt. I won by the way.âÂ
Suguru lifts up his phone and carries you back to the bed, sitting down and sliding on his glasses. He always thought he looked the worst at bedtime, unpresentable he said, but you always thought it was when he looked best.Â
âOh hey, you talking to Suguru?â Satoru enters the bedroom and asks, flopping down.Â
He inches up the bed, and lays on top of you, pushing his weight on your back while he grabs the phone, pointing it towards him.Â
âYou miss us so much you just had to call?â Satoru says lightly.Â
âSure, Satoru.â Suguruâs face softens as he watches him.Â
âDid they tell you that I won rock paper scissors?â Satoru goes on.Â
You wiggle beneath him, trying to distribute his weight. Fruitless effort.Â
âNo, they didnât. They did tell me that they won, though.âÂ
Satoru plasters on a shocked face and uses his other hand to push your face down towards the bed. You chuckle beneath him, poking your head up again.Â
âIâm being bullied in your absence, you know.â Satoru tells Suguru.Â
âWell, someone has to keep you in line.âÂ
You giggle beneath Satoru. It was true. Someone had to manage Satoru while Suguru was gone.Â
âI have to head to bed, got an early day tomorrow. I love you both.â Suguru says, and you can tell he really doesnât want to hang up.Â
âOkay⊠I love you!â You try to make your voice cheery.Â
âI love you more!â Satoru almost yells.Â
The two of you smile at the camera until Suguru clicks off. You try not to let the silence get to you.Â
~~~
The next several days were relatively harmless. Suguru called every day, sometimes multiple times if he had the time. You finally ran out of the garden pasta and chicken leftovers, much to your chagrin. Satoru had eaten more than you thought he would. It was because he told you he thought the two tupperware were his, and that there were two others in the fridge for you. When he overheard Suguru saying he put leftovers for the both of you in the fridge, he took that as there was a container for each of you.Â
There wasnât.Â
So here you are.Â
You end up driving to the store as Satoru was a self proclaimed Passenger Princess. He talked to you the whole time while shuffling through his playlist.Â
When the two of you arrive, Satoru makes a beeline to the carts. His lanky figure hunches over as he pushes it, walking at a much slower pace to keep up with you. Satoru and Suguru usually walked extremely fast, given their freakishly long legs.Â
And they made fun of you for being slow.Â
Satoru always offered to give you piggy back rides, but you only made that mistake once. You were green in the face once he finished, sick for the rest of the day.Â
âWhatâs on the list?â Satoru asks, eyes trailing over the shelves.
You look down at the paper in front of you, carefully reading Suguruâs neat handwriting.Â
âBeef, noodles, broccoli, ginger, and green onion.â You read off.Â
You link your arm around Satoruâs (he wasnât the only one who was feeling extra needy while Suguru was gone). Satoruâs arm is thick and hard underneath yours, the result of working out daily for years. Calling it mere eye candy would be gross negligence.Â
The two of you had gotten everything on the list, save for the noodles. You were debating in the middle of the aisle between two different packs.Â
âWhy canât we just get that one? Comes with more.â Satoru says, pointing to the package in your right hand. It was twice the size of the other one.Â
âCause itâs not the brand Suguru wrote down.â You respond, eyes flicking back and forth.Â
It would be nice to have extra, but stillâŠÂ
âTheyâre both noodles.â Satoru remarks.Â
âDo you want it to taste like Suguruâs?âÂ
You take Satoruâs silence as an answer, stuffing the larger package back on the shelf. Honestly, you didnât really see the need to get the specific brand either. But Suguru was meticulous, and you decided you would be too, in his stead.Â
You throw the noodles in the cart, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction flow through you. See? You didnât need Suguru to function. You normally did shopping with him anyway, but you tended to just talk his ear off the whole time while he picked out what he needed. He liked the company, he said.Â
When you turn around, you see Satoru shifting everything in the cart. You raise your brows, waiting for him to explain.Â
âGet in.â He lifts his head up, signaling for you to hop in.Â
You dart your eyes back and forth between the cart and him.Â
âIâm not- we could get in trouble-â
âOh, so youâre a scaredy cat.â Satoru has a shit eating grin as he leans against the cart.Â
Now that was something you couldnât have. You grumble to him and take his hand as he helps you crawl into the cart. Itâs a bit fun, you feel joy sparking in your body the second he moves the cart. He pushes it fast before jumping on the back with both feet, letting the momentum carry the two of you. Your laughter fills the air and Satoruâs grinning at you. You felt so carefree, momentarily forgetting the sadness that lurked beneath.Â
What feels like an earthquake shocks you from your moment of joy. You whip your head around to the front of the cart, eyes popping out once you see the cause. Your cart had knocked into someone elseâs, the older woman scowling at you.Â
âYou need to watch where you're-â she starts, her gaze moving from you to Satoru, â-going.â Her words sound light as she stares up at Satoru, clearly in awe of his beauty.Â
âIâm sorry, that was my bad.â Satoru says with a chuckle, scratching the back of his head.Â
The woman sputters as she stares up at him. Lucky bastard. He could start a war, and apologize right after and get away with it. Pretty privileges.Â
âItâs-itâs okay. Just try to be careful? You wouldn't want to get hurt.â She says, aiming her words at Satoru, even though you were in the one in the cart.Â
The audacity.Â
âYes! Thank you!â Satoru is smooth as he waves her off. He doesnât stop smiling until sheâs out of sight.Â
âYouâre unbelievable.â You murmur under your breath, looking up at him.Â
Satoru drops his head to look down at you, and youâre almost startled at the intensity of his eyes. You werenât immune to his beauty either.Â
âItâs not my fault old women love me.âÂ
âEveryone loves you.âÂ
Satoru grins, shoving the cart before jumping on it again. He didnât learn anything. You canât be mad though, not with the way you start to laugh in fun again. The two of you travel down the aisles, slipping different treats into the cart, shoving them on your lap.Â
Satoru pays and the two of you head out, the daunting task of cooking dinner resting on your shoulders.Â
~~~
You stand in the kitchen feeling completely out of place as you stare at the ingredients before you. It wasnât a hard recipe by any means, Suguru picked it for its ease. But it was still incredibly daunting. With a sigh, you begin to start cooking the meat, trying to shove the nerves from your mind. You kicked Satoru out of the kitchen, banishing him to your bedroom while you cooked so he wouldn't distract you.Â
It was going okay, it really was, it smelled and even looked delicious. That was until you added the garlic powder. You swear it came out faster than it normally did, probably intent on ruining your night if you had to guess. Your eyes stare at the lump of powder in the pan before you rush to mix it, hoping by some miracle that it would dilute.Â
You turn the stove off with a dissatisfied expression, glaring at the meal as if it personally did you wrong. A heavy garlic smell hangs in the air, permeating in the small kitchen, as if to shove your face in the failure.Â
âSatoru! Itâs⊠done.â You mumble the last part.Â
Satoru comes bounding out of the bedroom, a large grin on his face that twitches the second he reaches you before he forces it back.Â
âSmells great!â He comments.Â
Your lip wobbles into a frown as you stare up at him.Â
âSatoru.âÂ
âWhaatt? Iâm serious. Smells fantastic.â He puts an emphasis on the last word.Â
You have to keep a sob from bubbling up your throat. You knew there was no way you could compete with Suguru. Turning around, you mope while grabbing bowls, dishing out the dinner for you two. A dinner that would kill any vampire, even if they just looked at it.Â
Hanging your head in shame you nudge Satoruâs bowl over to him. Honestly, you were debating if it would have just been better to starve for the night. Satoru grabs his chopsticks and immediately dives in, shoving the utensils in his mouth once he has a hefty amount of food piled on.Â
âWait-!â You try to stop him, although you're not even sure what youâd say.Â
Satoru bounces his head side to side as if heâs thinking, his pale cheeks puffed out from the amount of noodles he had. Your eyes are wide open as you stare at him, unsure if you would need to grab water or google how to do the Heimlich maneuver.Â
âItâs good!â Satoru says, chopsticks snapping as he picks even more.Â
Your mouth is hung open as you witness him chowing down on the food. He canât be serious. Itâs bad. You know itâs bad.Â
Why is he lying?Â
âSatoru- itâs okay, you donïżœïżœïżœt, you donât have to keep eating it, we can order something.â You move to grab his bowl from him.Â
Satoru slaps your hand and flicks his lashes up to you. His face is incredibly serious, and for the life of you, you canât figure out why.Â
âI want this.â He maintains eye contact as he grabs more, slipping it past his pink lips.Â
You feel exposed under his gaze so you look away, crossing your chest. Is he trying to prove something to you?Â
âWe should tell Suguru heâs kicked out of the kitchen once he comes back, since you can cook.âÂ
âOkay, now that feels like youâre making fun of me.âÂ
âIâm serious! Howâd you get the meat so tender?â Heâs speaking around mouthfuls of food.Â
The meat was tender. You were actually really proud of it, even snapping a picture to send to Suguru. The food was going good until the incident.Â
You poke and prod at your food, taking several bites before you nudge the bowl away. Satoru may be able to put on a brave face as he eats it, but youâre much weaker than him.Â
Not only does Satoru eat his bowl, he gets seconds, leaving next to nothing in the pan once he finishes. The first couple bites amazed you, how could he pretend it wasnât bad? Then he had more, and more, and you were starting to worry the copious amounts of garlic had killed his taste buds.Â
You were still hungry so once he finishes, he stands up to make you instant ramen. It wasnât the healthiest of meals, sure, but at least you werenât going to go hungry. Satoru sits next to you and watches as you dive in, much more eager to eat this than the monstrosity you created. He has love in his eyes as he stares, opening his mouth wide when you offer him a bite.Â
Just where did all that food go?Â
âAll done?â He asks, standing up to grab your bowl.Â
You arenât even feeling upset anymore. Satoru was good at that, though. He always knew how to cheer you up, using his ridiculousness to his advantage.Â
âThank you, Satoru.â You murmur and wrap your arms around him.Â
He uses his free hand to pull you in closer. When you look up at him you feel like youâre floating; you had so much love in your heart for him. Satoru leans down, lips pushed out in an attempt to kiss you.Â
You could smell the garlic from where youâre sitting.Â
You press your hand against his mouth and attempt to push him away.Â
âN-no! I donât wanna kiss your garlic lips.â
âBaby, youâre so mean to me!â He presses against your hand, face inching closer to yours.Â
âGet away from me!â You screech with a laugh, running to your bedroom.Â
Satoru cackles behind you, pushing the dirty dishes in the sink to clean later, before he chases after you.Â
~~~
Several days had passed since the night you cooked for Satoru. Suguru would be coming home today, you think. It was hard to remember. The days had blended together in a conglomeration of time without Suguru. You were excited to see him again. You hadnât slept well the past couple of days. You hadnât slept at all for the past two, really. No matter how warm Satoru felt hogging you at night, his limbs wrapping around you like an octopus, your right side still felt remarkably cold. There was a hole in your bed, a Suguru shaped one.Â
Heâd be home today. Heâd be home.Â
When Suguru arrives home, he feels something like excitement and relief wash over him. He was able to come home way earlier than anticipated. The sun was barely starting to peek over the clouds, he wasnât supposed to be back until dinner time. Suguru digs into his pocket once heâs stopped at the door, rummaging around until he grabs hold of his keys. He carefully pushes them in the door, not wanting to wake you.Â
The house is silent when he walks in, almost eerily so. Is this what Satoru was used to? He was always the early bird out of the three of you, waking up hours before you and Suguru even thought to. Suguru keeps his steps light as he walks into the house, leaving his bags by the door. The first thing he notices is a bump of hair poking out above the couch. Your hair.Â
Why were you out here?Â
Kicking Satoru out, he would understand. But you?Â
Suguru makes his way closer to you, standing behind the couch. He leans over and places a hand on your shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of your face. You jump in your seat and screech, your phone flying from your hands. Suguru winces once it makes impact with the floor, and brings his eyes back to you.Â
You looked⊠awful.Â
There are dark circles underneath your frenzied eyes, your chest heaving as you stare at Suguru. Once youâre able to comprehend that itâs just him, you twirl around and jump over the couch at him.Â
Suguru instantly wraps his arms around you so you wonât drop.Â
Are you⊠lighter?Â
âSuguru!â Your words are muffled into his neck, your breathing tickling the side of his throat.Â
He feels relief at the weight of you against him. He missed being crushed by the presence of you and Satoru. Suguru lifts a hand up and holds the back of your head, shifting his fingers into your hair. The two of you stand like this until he begrudgingly sets you down.Â
Your eyes are lit up as you stare at him, your body practically jumping up and down.Â
âYouâre here early! Right? What time is it? What day is it?â You ask.Â
Suguruâs brow lifts up as he watches you, only tearing his eyes away to stare at his watch. It was very early.Â
âWhy are you awake?â He asks, looking at you.Â
The definition of guilt pinches up on your face. You look away, suddenly finding everything else in the room much more interesting than him, even though you were attached to him moments ago.Â
Suguru waits for an answer that doesnât come.Â
âHow long have you been awake?â His voice is deeper this time.Â
He knows he found the sore spot by the way you wince. Suguru says your name in a reprimanding tone.Â
âI am willfully choosing not to answer.â You murmur.Â
Suguru grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His heart breaks at the sight. Sure, he probably also looked like he hadnât slept well in awhile. But that was him, and you are you. And youâre his baby.Â
Suguru repeats your name a second time, voice much softer. Your face relaxes as you sag in his hold.Â
âTwo⊠days.â You respond quietly, Suguru has to strain his ears to hear the end of it.Â
Suguru normally tries not to overreact. That was left to Satoru. But he canât stop the way his eyes bulge from his head, his lips parting in shock.Â
âHuh?â He feels the sudden urge to wrap you up and tuck you away.Â
âItâs not my fault! The bed was just so cold⊠and then I got distracted by my phone, which-â you look over your shoulder at your phone on the floor â-shouldnât be a problem anymore.âÂ
Suguruâs heart tugs into guilt. He knew that wasnât what you were intending. You would never want to make him feel bad.Â
You couldnât sleep without him?Â
Suguru sighs and pulls you into a warm hug. You nestle into his embrace, your face smooshing against his broad chest. Suguru swears he can feel himself drifting off to dreamland, but he forces himself out.Â
He pulls away and reaches over the couch to grab a blanket. He wraps it tightly around your body, including the back of your head. You look a bit like youâre in a cocoon by the time heâs done. He pulls it tight around your chest, and grabs your face with both hands.Â
âGo lay down.â His voice is soft but commanding. âIâm gonna cook something, Iâll get you when itâs ready.âÂ
You look to the ground like a scolded child as you nod, dragging your feet towards the bedroom. Suguru feels a renewed sense of responsibility as he watches you trudge away. He takes a deep breath and looks around.Â
Where was Satoru?Â
Suguru knew he would be up. At least, he should be up. Suguru walks into the house, going towards the kitchen. He finds Satoru sitting at the table facing away from him, looking down.Â
âSatoru?â Suguru says to announce his presence, learning from his mistake.Â
Satoruâs head whips around, tossing his phone on the table while he bounces up to his feet. He charges toward Suguru, jumping up until heâs latched around him. Suguru doesnât have to hold him in place, he can feel Satoruâs legs wrapped tightly against his back. Suguru sways in place and smoothes a hand down Satoruâs back. He peers over Satoruâs shoulder to the table where he notices a bowl of something. Ice cream.Â
A wave of smell coming from Satoruâs shampoo washes over Suguru, and he buries his face into the side of Satoruâs neck even more. He missed that smell.Â
Suguru pulls Satoru away, reaching behind to unlatch Satoruâs limbs from his body. He sets him down and looks at him, able to maintain eye contact without looking down.Â
Satoru looked good. He thought so, at least. He looked wide awake, probably having been awake for at least thirty minutes. Suguru adjusts one of Satoruâs stray white hairs, before looking him up and down.Â
âWhenâs the last time you ate something green?â Suguru asks, knowing that would be Satoruâs issue once Suguru was gone.Â
Satoru looks over his own shoulder to the table at his bowl of ice cream. His bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream.Â
âUh, now?â Satoru responds, looking back at Suguru.Â
Suguru squints at Satoru, clearly unimpressed.Â
âHave I told you how handsome you are lately?â Satoru goes on.Â
âFinish what you have, but Iâm making something for everyone. Iâm gonna make sure to put lots of vegetables in it, just for you.âÂ
Satoru whines as Suguru turns around, tying his hair up and shoving his sleeves out of the way.Â
Youâre nestled in the sheets of your bed when Suguruâs voice pulls you from the deep sleep you managed to find yourself in. It was like just knowing Suguru was in the house was enough to calm your nerves to grant you rest. You twist and turn in the bed, debating on whether or not to bring the blanket with you. You hadnât realized how exhausted you were until Suguru woke you up, and you found yourself wanting to go back to sleep.Â
A delicious smell carries over to the bedroom, snapping you out of your haze. The one thing you missed more than sleep was Suguruâs cooking.Â
You jump out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. Suguruâs standing next to the stove, a spatula in hand as he looks down. He isnât wearing his sweater anymore, instead he was wearing a loose white shirt. Satoru is sitting on the counter next to him with a bowl held firmly in his hands, a spoon in his mouth. Heâs wearing Suguruâs sweater now, and you donât doubt for a second that he begged Suguru for it.Â
You didnât blame him. You wanted to drown in Suguru just as much.Â
âIs it ready?â You ask, lifting a fist up to wipe the sleep from your eyes.Â
Suguru turns around and a soft smile grows on his face as he watches you. You really were his baby.Â
âJust about, will you take Satoruâs dishes? He wonât let me have them.âÂ
âIâm not done yet!â Satoru complains, gripping the bowl closer to him.Â
âSatoru, the bowl is empty.â Suguru says, as if heâs already repeated that.Â
Satoru digs his spoon back into the bowl, lifting it up to his lips again. The bowl was empty. There were only melted remains of the ice cream clinging to the glass, Satoru scooping it up and easing it past his lips.Â
You walk up to him and try to tug the bowl from his hands. On the second tug Satoru finally relents, letting you take the dish to the sink. That was one thing you did right. There were no dirty dishes, the house was in relatively clean condition in general. You refused to let Suguru come home to a messy house.Â
Suguru dishes out three bowls for you all, evenly distributing the food. Your mouth is watering by the time heâs done, and youâre diving in the second he gives you yours.Â
The food all but melts in your mouth. It was so good. And it didnât reek of garlic. Suguru stands in the kitchen as he eats, watching you and Satoru sit at the bar. Thereâs an easy smile on his face as he watches you both, only looking away to shovel more food into his mouth.Â
âIâm sorry for making you cook.â You mumble around the food, guilt tugging at your chest.Â
You really were pathetic, you could hardly survive with him out of the house. He just got back from his trip, yet he dropped everything to take care of you.Â
Suguru picks up on the sadness on your face.Â
âI donât mind, really. I was craving a home cooked meal anyway.âÂ
Satoruâs lips twitch into a smile. Heâs up to something.Â
âIf you wanted a home cooked meal you should have just said so. They made beef noodles while you were gone, we actually saved the leftovers.âÂ
Your face heats up, and you kick Satoruâs leg besides yours.Â
âShut up! No I didnât, Suguru!âÂ
Suguruâs brow is raised as he watches the two of you bicker.Â
âDid you? I didnât see it.â He talks under his breath as he turns around, opening the fridge to look into it.Â
âSuguru!â You whine.Â
âItâs in the-â Satoruâs voice is muffled as he speaks through your hand, â-the front in the container.âÂ
Suguru reaches to grab it, turning around to set it on the counter. They were the leftovers you hadnât eaten, as Satoru had consumed everything else. Your face is scrunched up as you watch Suguru open the lid.Â
A strong smell of garlic fills the area and you sob, covering your face with your hands. Embarrassed didnât even cover the half of it.Â
Suguruâs face is curious as he peers down, using his utensil to dig into the container, not bothering to heat it up. If he can tell how overpowering the garlic is, he doesnât show it. Suguru bites into the food, chewing for a moment while the room quiets down.Â
âYou put a unique spin on it.â He finally says.Â
You sob even louder, dropping your head. Satoru is chuckling beside you, taking a sip from his cup.Â
âI didnât say it was bad! Itâs just, a choice.â Suguru tilts his head as he takes a second bite.Â
âPlease stop.â You whine.Â
The two boys were ruthless together. Sometimes you forgot, but it didnât take them long to remind you. It was hard to tell which was worse, the upfront bullying of Satoru or the teasing Suguru took up, that often left you wondering if he was being mean at all.Â
Suguru closes the container, and for reasons unknown slips it back into the fridge. Personally, you would have preferred if he threw the whole damn thing away, container included. Or lit it on fire.Â
âI hate you.â You murmur to Satoru.Â
He side hugs you, pulling you close to him; as close as he can without yanking you from your seat.Â
âDid you guys have some good bonding time together?â Suguru asks, picking up all your dirty dishes before dropping them in the sink.Â
âWe did!â Satoru says proudly.Â
You did, and that was nice. You just couldnât announce it right now, you were too busy showing your displeasure.Â
Suguru steps out of the kitchen and makes his way to you both. He presses a kiss to Satoruâs forehead, and grabs your jaw. He bites back a coo at the scowl resting on your face. So damn cute. He presses his lips against yours and you nearly melt. Suguru pulls back and lets his eyes float between you two. He really missed you guys.Â
âYou wanna go back to sleep?â He offers.Â
You grin excitedly and hop off the stool, pulling Satoru with you. The two of you trip over your feet as you run to the bedroom, Suguru trailing behind with a smile on his face.Â
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you know what no I'm not done I'm not done raving about the 2025 Lilo and Stitch like a lunatic. Have to get it outta my system I wanna be a BITCH today
This is coming from someone who is very biased towards the original movie and decided to do their first hate-pirate watch just so they knew exactly what they would be raving about. So it's not an analysis really. If you like the 2025 movie then I'm happy for you, buuuut maybe don't read this đđ
This is not meant to discourage anyone from watching the movie, this is just me ranting and nitpicking lol. If you are interested do watch it (PIRATED) and form your own opinion!
Spoiler warning, long post
Pleakley

Hey let's talk about the changes made to Pleakley's character other than 'no dresses'
Live action: Here's the thing. They seem to understand that an inseperable part of Pleakley's character is his love for fashion. So to work around the dress ban, they decided to give him the love for human fashion from the very start. He first shows up in front of the councilwoman in a cowboy outfit. Every time his human disguise is out, he is always wearing something different (flowery shirts and hats, a mini concert backpack, etc).
But to me this further simplifies an already comedic side character. He can't even have the progression from 'mosquitoes are cool' to 'fashion is cool', or be redeemed in his view of humans from fascinating specimens to thinking feeling beings!! He has nowhere to go as a character because they moved his end point to the starting point, erasing the road!!!
By taking away his discovery of his love for fashion, he remains the same throughout the whole movie with only half the competence of his animated counterpart so he can't even be a funny punching bag character. Idk how else to explain it
Og: A smartass dripping with condescension but also scientific fascination, his disrespect to the councilwoman comes from his confidence
Live action: His disrespect to the councilwoman comes from a lack of understanding of boundaries, he constantly gets so excited he asks to hug her.
Live action: Actually he's oddly enthusiastic in this movie??? He is HYPED to be teamed up with Jumba and clings to him on first sight, he is HYPED to go to Earth and stay on Earth. He has a bit of a nervous golden retriever energy. They did keep him high-strung about the mission, which is kind of entertaining to watch when played off of Jumba.
Live action: Speaking of Jumba, they really committed! People are saying Jumba turned on Pleakley and that Jumba was the twist villain. Not true! Pleakley turns on Jumba and Jumba was always a whiny heartless ass. The councilwoman orders him to arrest Jumba after they fail and Pleakley moves to do so with a shrug. Go off buddy cops who hate each other give us nothing
To read me bitch more about Jumba, it's all here in this post, Nani is also talked about a ton in it lmao
Lilo
(No hate to the live action actor, she's delightful)
Og: In hula, she has a violent outburst in response to an insensitive comment.
Live action: In hula, she gets actively shoved onstage. I am neutral about this tbh
Live action: Lilo asking 'we're a broken family, aren't we?' is replaced by 'Am I...bad?' for Nani to comfort her. watch the Sims negative relationship points appear above my head in real time
Live action: Most of her scenes are now dedicated to being chaotic cute or encouraging Nani. The scene in her bedroom where we learn about how her parents died is dedicated to Lilo talking about Nani's backstory I am not joking
Live action: does not discuss how their parents' death affect Lilo. Lilo is a side character and a troublemaker in her own movie. Watching her gas up this college plotline because the script thinks Lilo should be more understanding of Nani is so awkward
Og: About family, Lilo says 'What happened to yours? Do you dream about them? I know that's why you wreck things. And push me.'
Live action: Lilo says 'Do you have a family?' and Stitch says 'No.' and Lilo says 'that's okay, you can be a part of ours đ'
It's a fine change I think, all the same it shows Lilo's emotional intelligence, but the vibe is off. I can't place it
Og: Lilo tries to explain Stitch's behaviour all the time: 'He needs desserts!' 'It's past his bedtime!' 'He's an orphan and we adopted him!' 'Be careful of the little angel!' The angel I wished for, Lilo doesn't say, he has to be the one I wished for!
During the Elvis Presley beach scene in the og Lilo cries out for the spectators to stop crowding him!!! and she is correct, the camera flashes overwhelm Stitch and he lashes out again!!!
Live action: Lilo sticks up for Stitch but it's slightly different, she says 'He's just exploring his new home!' 'He's just curious!' as he's sticking forks in the blender - it feels more like she's oblivious to just how destructive his behaviour is and excusing it. She's still a really sweet brave child but her naivety is played up on purpose here to frusrate Nani even more! She only tries to seriously get on Stitch about good behaviour when everyone around keeps telling her to control her dog - Stitch is an escaped convict, he's not actually a dog does the 2025 movie know that it's important to me that they know that
Og: Lilo is so defensive of Stitch because she sees herself in him (and also he's just a magic talking animal to her). Not in the way that the 2025 movie thinks, that she's getting a taste of her own medicine (she's 6, why do you want a grieving 6 year old to learn a Cat in the Hat lesson, Lilo ALREADY KNOWS CONSEQUENCES) but in that she believes Stitch is capable of more than just a destroying beast!!!
Live action: But in the 2025 movie she sees Stitch as top tier playmate material that needs to be controlled sometimes??
Nani

Live action: Listen she still loves Lilo. Tickle fights and concern for her and laughing at her antics, there is effort to show they care, she cares.
Og: When Lilo says 'I like you better as a sister than a mom' it's sad because that's the role Nani is in now. Nani doesn't know what to say, she wants to be a sister too!!
Live action: When Lilo says 'I like you better as a sister than a mom', Nani says 'Ouch.' in like a jokey way and I don't know what to make of that.
Live action: The movie gives her Fiona Gallagher levels of stress when they added two whole characters who live NEXT DOOR that have a close bond with Lilo and know their situation super well. She is not Tiana, why are we doing this (I've never watched Shameless I just know the entire plot through TikTok osmosis đ)
Horror just flashed before me at the thought of a Princess and the Frog live action remake in the future
Live action: They added a wise playful grandma and social worker to constantly explain the plot to Nani and the audience ughhh
The grandma tells Nani she is smart and deserves college. The grandma tells her to make up with her sister after they fight. Social worker doesn't sit Lilo and Nani down to counsel their situation and set goals, she only sits Nani down. The grandma takes Lilo to get a pet behind Nani's back and explains what pets are for to Nani. The grandma says 'hey we're ohana too' and then later we have a scene where Nani says Ohana isn't realistic.
The grandma and the social worker keep telling Nani she's so smart and selfless and she works so hard, after the movie shows that Nani is smart and selfless and works so hard. She works so hard and is struggling so much that she misses Lilo's hula show and it's sad for everyone.
Basically they gave away Nani's sillier side, understanding and patience of Lilo, and time spent with her sister that isn't scolding, to the grandma. Leaving Nani with just the tragedy
They also do a reoccurring thing with Nani struggling to start her car until the end? I don't know what that's about. I think it's symbolic for her life or something. someone tell me why they gave her car troubles on top of college troubles
Nani is a mouthpiece for the movie too. The scene where Lilo tries to use Ohana to stop Stitch from being sent away, Nani interrupts her and rants at her about how unrealistic Ohana is now, and Stitch doesn't bat an eye, still a background nuisance. Huh
How does one fuck up the record player joke I hear you ask

One morning, Lilo places a record in front of Nani and demonstrates Stitch's biopunk capabilities, absurdly transforming him into a flesh gramophone.
Og: half the punchline is Nani's utter baffled reaction at madness. This is her life now and she's more certain than ever the dog is radioactive
Live action: Nani is so busy she barely acknowledges it. Lilo has to explain why this is cool actually, falling on deaf ears as Nani is more anxiously focused on being late and having to bring Lilo along to her job applications.
Again, along with the missed hula show, they want to show how stressed Nani is to the point where she CAN'T be in Lilo's life, that Lilo is a distraction, and that's why the separation is for the best. The HOOPS this movie is jumping through mate
If you want to read more about what I've said about og Nani, it's in here
Councilwoman alien

This is the figurehead of the alien plot that they kept
Live action: Why is she talking so fast. Why are all the alien scenes going by so fast. The beginning, from Stitch's courtroom meeting to Jumba and Pleakley being sent after him, takes like less than 10 minutes in the new one.
Og: Councilwoman is wise enough to find loopholes in her strict rules in the name of ethics, she's a grumpy governor whose every move is methodical and speaks sharply to get things done.
Live action: they only halfway did that here?? At the end Cobra didn't even make up the mosquito conspiracy here, he just tells the councilwoman 'Hey. Trust me. I won't tell the government about this. đ„ș'. and the councilwoman is like 'okay sure Stitch can stay.'
Stitch

Live action: A full-on dog, a puppy, a goofy creature that gets guilt halfway through instead of also being motivated by a desire for companionship
Live action: In the surfing scene, Stitch sees a dog surfing and wants to mimic it. That's it, that's why he gets on the water
Live action: New home adjustment scene, Stitch does not falter at Lilo using Ohana to stop Nani sending him away.
Here's Stitch's progress in the original film:
Destroy everything, evade the cops, find a city where I can kill everything rawr
Gets humbled by earth
Gets humbled by Lilo just hanging out
Gets humbled by Jumba and Pleakley on his ass
Hears Ohana just as he's about to get kicked out, sparking something in him
Lilo calms him down then tells him to redirect his energy towards something constructive. He makes a model of San Francisco to terrorize but it's a start
There's no memories for him to visit in the night, no other purpose than to destroy, so he starts looking through books to find it
He plays along with Lilo teaching him to play music, albeit chaotically, but he's such a natural tornado that he just brings destruction everywhere he goes. And now he's in an environment where destroying is both purposeless and not even fun, and he questions everything again
Getting humbled by surfing, placed into a situation with his natural enemy element (water) where he doesn't have the advantage. Seeing how much fun Lilo and her sister (+ future brother-in-law) are having, he finds himself yearning again, what intelligent creature doesn't? He willingly returns to water, he's scared but he's learning that water can be fun, he HUGS NANI'S LEG AND NANI FINDS HIM BRIEFLY ENDEARING
He breaks everything again, not even on purpose, the more he learns about Lilo he feels like he should remove himself from the picture, he's lost again and again. Aka consequences, he is forced again and again to grapple with consequences
He reveals himself as an alien to Lilo, he's honest on purpose because he knows he fucked up and she deserves to know the truth
During his arrest he decides to motivate Nani with Ohana again, because he's not leaving this time without them. And he gets them to save Lilo, then he ends the movie as ohana who helps with the chores
Stitch's progress in the live action: he just feels bad when Jumba calls him out and gets protective of Lilo out of nowhere!! The bond is them causing chaos together which is just more stress for Nani???
Live action: He willingly gives himself up for capture. Touching and noble, but they've missed out on yet another opportunity for Nani warm up to him.
When they make the surfing scene just surfing and the capture scene just capture, there's no reason for Nani to save Stitch from drowning the end of the movie other than an obligation to her sister and 'Ohana'! Again, it feels like obligation!!! And for plot reasons, to give Nani the selfless spotlight yet again and throw in a fakeout death scene for Stitch.
Live action: He doesn't shove Lilo like a petulant bully, his chaos feels more like playtime. It changes things when the 2025 movie makes him tear up the house with a wide-eyed smile on his face as opposed to the original where he's snarling and hissing the whole time. They're both carrying out their purpose to destroy everything they see but again. The vibes are off
He's not just a cute freak!! He's SOMETHING THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO EXIST WHO LEARNS TO LOVE AND HAS A CHANGE OF PERSPECTIVE THROUGH THE GRACE OF THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM!!! Agahgahhh
Extra:
The shot of the Hawaiian flag during a monologue near the ending? Cool I guess. I'm Malaysian, I recognise an intentional flag camera shot when I see one đ«”
CapriSun placement is also very unexpected and kind of funny. They did it like twice lmao. 'With the power of CapriSun you too can beat up Jumba in your own home!'
A lot of the 2025 movie removes if not changed the decisions their characters make that would affect the plot. It rearranges scenes without any consideration of why those scenes were there in the first place. And the scenes from the og that aren't totally altered go by so quickly with a dozen jokes per second, like the movie wants to move on and get to the new stuff they added.
Aaaah I think that's everything
Gonna go now
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i want to talk a bit about my second favorite prowl. idw-2 prowl. i think this version of him is one of his best characterisations, not in terms of character development (alas, they didn't have time to do much with the story) but in terms of the qualities and traits gathered in him. let me elaborate. in my opinion here we have a pretty good balance between his cold, mean and rude side which everyone is accustomed to and his deeper, tender and more vulnerable side
so. he's a prick


he really is. he's even had his career stalled because he pisses everyone off, guys... he could have been a big shot but because of his temper and behavior the main position was offered to chromia (she certainly deserved it too, i just find the whole situation very funny. and i love that prowl doesn't rage about it in any way, he doesn't care about rank or status. he knows he's the best, lol). he's mean and sarcastic, throwing caustic comments left and right, there isn't a single character he hasn't said something nasty to, whether it's an innocent young soul or a future fragging prime. he doesn't care. he doesn't like anyone. he doesn't like you either, the person reading this! the only thing he likes is scaring poor kids and getting on everyone's nerves. i think he has that kind of attitude written into his factory code or something, haha. i mean, orion pax literally uses prowl's image to explain someone's else discontent, i'm crying
so, yeah, he's a pain in the ass. but!


he has friends, people close to him. he cares for them, in his own way, of course, but he cares. the picture with his colleagues in his house? all those discreetly spoken words of support and encouragement to his subordinates? his rare but warm smiles? oh, my heart. he's also actually a worrying person. he easily blames himself for any mistake. he can't stop thinking about rubble's death. he's so affected by this incident that he keeps bringing it up on and on even though more frightening and serious events begin to happen to them. and he talks about it to others. i don't think it's so typical of him to show his true feelings to those around him. and again, in his own style, but he does care about the people connected to his life, about the bratty troubled kids he has to watch out for, the last thing in the world he'd want is something bad happening to them too

this whole situation with rubble made him very concerned. he can't stop thinking about how many more mistakes he'd made and how many more people might be hurt because he hadn't been good enough. his pain is eating him up, so hard that he just can't hide it any longer in the depths of his soul. he's in such despair, in such despondency. but his friends are really trying to help him going through this and isn't that wonderful? someone's finally taking care of my baby boy... oh, also i like the way his pain is expressed - through rage. yeah, prowler has some serious angry issues. suits him <3
and the best part - GREEN!!!
who'd have thought prowl would be the type to get someone to take care of!! especially a pet dinosaur. he's so gentle and affectionate with her, i'm gonna explode. it's really the best thing that happened to his character


very cute, right? well, that was enough. back to his dark side
he's the best officer out there. brilliant mind. great fighter. he's also a cop. and he's violent on the job. ouch. stalking suspects and beating the shit out of them... and threatening people with a gun... here they are, the notes of a rule-breaking jerk. if it works, it works. that's the main thing. does it really matter how?



#i'll do a second post with this prowl a little later with more little cute moments#bc i've written a lot here already#idk if anyone's reading this#but i just can't shut up about him#like he's a bastard but not an asshole he's cold detached but not lonely UGH MY BOYYY#but he's still a hard-character non-ideal person with a dark side#prowl#tf prowl#tf#transformers#tf idw#idw prowl#maccadam#truusknmumbles
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dick grayson instagram hcs
basics
we are pretending dick is not a cop in this because i said so!
he's a professional model but also does perform at a local circus as a special guest
he's not actually going to the olympics (yet) but the american team has been trying to contact him for the better part of the decade so maybe you can convince him to go
he's kind of like one of your friends who you think is chill and normal but then you go to their ig and you find out they're something of a local celebrity?
everybody in gotham already knew him as bruce wayne's son but also he went semi viral on tiktok and got a bunch of new fans (and some edits) out of it
he used to have a less serious pfp but his management convinced him to use this one instead
followers + following
obviously you're there
as well as his friends and family
he manages to get away with following the superheroes since i mean, basically everybody else does as well
also a lot of industry people that he meets, both for modeling and gymnastics/trapeze
highlights
he is an abuser of the story function
will spend any opportunity to brag about his pretty girlfriend and all of the dates and trips you guys go on
he is weirdly good at taking photos, will give you tips on how to pose to get your best angles
also he has a lot of fans so he likes to post a photo of you every once in a while to remind everyone that he's happily taken
will also repost your work related stuff to be like hey look at how cool my gf is at her job!
dude has a million highlights that he updates for the fashion weeks each year
a lot of photos of his looks, him meeting with certain designers, it's mostly his team who posts this
same thing with his shows in the sense that it's usually other people (including you) taking photos of him while he's performing
but this is a more personal venture of his so he asks everyone to send him the pics and he decides which ones to post
will also repost stories from fans who came to the show!
oooh this man posts the most jaw dropping photos of himself
he will have just woken up and post a photo that makes you think it's so unfair how perfect somebody can be
he just likes to post when he feels good about himself and i support!
haley and (i did not come up with a name for your guys' cat so you guys can have fun with that!) also have their own dedicated highlight
it is exactly as cute and wholesome as you would think it is
there are even more highlights if you keep on scrolling. he has highlights for each year's fashion weeks, as mentioned, as well as trips you guys have been on (the most recent is a trip to greece and italy!)
posts
once again he's one of those infuriating sort of famous people who are like fine as hell but they post just enough cute and relatable content that he actually seems like a real and very nice guy (fun fact, he is!)
you can tell immediately when he's been on a trip because he'll have at least 3 posts up and they're all of the same place
you guys are like the photo taking couple
if you weren't good at taking pics before you started dating, his skills definitely rub off on you
he'll do the thing where he gets you to pose for him so he can take a photo of you and then you take the same style of photo for him
it's disgusting you guys have matching photos on your feeds of each other
if it wasn't already common knowledge that you guys are dating, i can imagine the conspiracy theory videos being like guys they were in the same place? at the same time? and they took the same type of pics? i think they're dating
he loves cooking with you (while i personally think it would be really funny if he can't cook, in some of the comics they do mention that he can cook, but either way he enjoys cooking with you)
you guys are like the parent friends who host dinner at their place and there's usually a theme surrounding seasonal ingredients and everything's plated really well
you probably watch cooking shows together and are now you can't serve a dish without some microgreens or sliced radish on top or something
also yes he did plan the picnic and he's quite proud of it
he watched all of those charcuterie board hacks to make the flowers and fancy cheese arrangements
and there were chocolate dipped strawberries, champagne with glasses, and freshly baked cookies (alfred might have helped with that one)
also yes he does wear glasses!!!! only at home when he's reading or staring at a screen too long. his prescription's not that bad
jason ver.
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CHALLENGERS (2024) PROMPTS * Â assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.
who says i want somebody to be in love with me?
i don't want to fuck you to prove a point.
fuck me because you want to.
are you gonna do it or not?
tastes even better than it looks.
i just told you i missed you.
i really want to kiss you right now, but i'm worried that if i try, you'll think i'm the worst friend in the world.
you know, it hurts me sometimes how little you believe in yourself.
decimate that little bitch.
let's be honest, you gotta feel bad for the kid.
you're not a spring chicken anymore.
dude. he's a pancake. you're gonna flatten him.
how's this feeling?
we're ready for you.
so obviously this isn't the result you wanted today.
you choked.
i don't want you to embarrass yourself.
i'm just a little rusty. it's a confidence thing.
get your fucking confidence back. i can't do it for you.
i'm so sick of you using this as an excuse to have a fucking meltdown.
you said we could watch a movie.
you're evil.
i'm gonna quiz you on it tomorrow.
sir, i don't know who you are.
i don't think we have much more to talk about.
i haven't spoken to you in five years.
i was just taking a little nap.
move, or i'm calling the cops.
you were really something back then, huh?
we always talked about how amazing it would be to win this together.
i'm a crazy person.
any predictions about how that's going to go?
can you do me a favor? can you not, like... demolish me tomorrow?
shut the fuck up.
if it matters to you so much, i can just give it to you.
i need it to look like i really beat you.
don't guilt me with your dying grandmother.
she's the hottest woman i've ever seen.
you were... fucking incredible.
baby, we've got to get going.
i'm not going to that party.
are you that threatened by me?
we can't both just go in there, dicks swinging.
i'd let her fuck me with a racket.
hey, do you smoke?
of course they will remember you.
see, that's your problem. you think you're like an artist or something.
you just want to win because you love it when people tell you how talented you are.
are you on facebook?
i told you tennis was boring.
you just got this crazy look on your face.
are you on a date?
i don't kiss and tell.
why did you want to have dinner with me?
i think you might be the worst friend in the world.
i didn't know you were so concerned about my feelings.
of course you still have a thing for her.
we just had what i'm assuming is the best sex of our lives.
i fucked your brains out?
what do you think you need? a cheerleader? a fuck buddy? a girlfriend?
you're talented, you're charming, and you've got a big dick.
excuse me for inconveniencing you.
don't expect to sleep here tonight.
stop going easy on me.
i'll be whatever you need me to be. i'll fuck off if you want me to.
i need you here, actually.
you're referring to when i declared my love for you.
you're not in love with me anymore?
i've been dreaming about this for five years.
i'm gonna propose something to you, and it's gonna make you angry. it's gonna make you very angry. but you have to hear me out, okay?
i'm finally ready to listen to you.
how dare you fucking ask me that.
do you think it's cute what you're doing? do you think it's funny?
that's the stupidest fucking thing i've ever heard.
i've always wanted you.
you didn't do anything to me. i did it all to myself.
i think i've reached the limit of my willingness to have this conversation with you.
do you understand how embarrassing it is that you're here?
you've never beaten me.
tell me it doesn't matter.
will you just hold me?
i'm not here to fuck you.
i miss watching you play. you were so beautiful.
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I know you have a lot of requests so I feel bad about adding another request to the pile so feel free to ignore this if you're too busy but how about Cecil and delinquent!kid reader? (Like the kid is Cecil's kid). Like the kid gets into fights at school, skips class, spray paints buildings. Like classic teenage rebellion stuff.
Cecil is such a hardass I want him to him a delinquent kid. I'm leaning towards Cecil and the kid having a good/ok relationship and they're acting out to have fun but you take the request in whatever way you see fit! (If you don't want to do Cecil/don't know what to write about, how about Donald instead? Or anyone else you think would be funny to give a delinquent kid/little sibling.)
Cecil & Delinquent!Child!Reader
probably not going to do too many more of this genre of Cecil request, but I like the idea of a lovingly rebellious teenage child reader
hcs under the cut!
You and your dad had a pretty good relationship
Don't get me wrong
he's BUSY
but he shows up when it counts
You know a lot of the things your dad should be at, some GDA intern shows up to instead
but there's the intent, and they always come with a personalized message from Cecil.
He wasn't there to get photos of you in your prom outfit with your group/date, but he made sure there were plenty of photos being taken
All in all, things weren't bad, you had dinner whenever he could spare an hour or so, and sometimes, in the super chill months, Cecil would even take you to things like the movies
and you'd always been a good kid
A/B student, a "pleasure to have in class", a bit of a backtalker but it came from a place of curiosity and a natural born sense of leadership
if the worst he got from you was the occasional sass when you asked a teacher why you had to ask to use the restroom, that was alright with him
What WASN'T alright with him, was the first day of your junior year of high school
he'd been called to the office and assured this wasn't something that could happen over the phone
Not even the GDA can sway the power a public school front office lady possesses.
So there he is, in some public high school's principals office, with his crisp grey suit crunching into the plastic of the underfunded office chair he sat on
"Mr. Stedman, your child was... distracting in class today, to say the least. A blatant violation of the dress code-"
Cecil cut him off, a sharp bitterness in his voice "You called me here because my child was wearing the wrong clothes? Really?"
The principal coughed "Well- Y/n responded to their disciplinary waring with extreme hostility, calling the teacher an-" he checked the papers in front of him before cautiously reciting "'ornery fucking prude' were their exact words."
Cecil's eye twitched "Where are they, then? What was so bad that they had to be disciplined in the first place?" his waning patience was obvious.
The principal responded by using his telephone to call the front office "Send Y/n Stedman in."
You were wearing a tanktop. Not a low cut or particularly inappropriate tank top, mind you, a regular cut two-finger strapped tank top. God. Forbid.
Cecil was furious with your Principal and took you home immediately
"What a prude-" Cecil stated decidedly, ranting about the insanity of it on the car ride home.
You just had poor administration.
Or so he thought
Two months later Cecil got reports that you were being driven home in a cop car
He supposed he couldn't really be surprised, after all, in the last two months you'd already exceeded the normal limit on missed days, Cecil having to pull the government card to keep you enrolled
He teleported home right as the cop knocked on the door
"Hello officer, how can I help you?" he levelled a glare at you: what have you been getting into?
Your eyes responded with a roll: nothing, get off my back
the officer was blissfully unaware "Uh, sir, we caught your kid here spray painting the CVS down on Dupont Circle.
"....spray painting?" Cecil's tone was genuinely confused
of all the things?
"Yes sir, spray painting. Nothing obscene, seems just like tagging, but criminal nonetheless." The cop gently released his grip on your arm, allowing you to step inside your home "The manager of the building has decided not to press charges, but they are expected to clean the building. Please get in contact at your earliest convenience."
With a tip of his hat, the cop left
leaving Cecil with his newly convicted child
"Really, Y/n? Petty vandalism?"
You scoffed "Dad, it was just art! I wasn't doing anything wrong, this whole city is covered in graffiti-"
He groaned "It isn't just the 'art'-" he mocked you with finger quotations "It's the skipping, the blatant disrespect to your teachers, god... Y/n next thing you know I'm going to find you in cahoots with the Mauler Twins on national television!"
You folded your arms, lowering a glare at him "That's low, even for me."
"Ugh-" Cecil flopped defeatedly into the dining room chair across from you "Why are you doing this?" his frustration broke into defeat "What's going on, kiddo?"
Your eyes warbled back and forth as you stared at him for what felt like forever
before you let out probably the biggest, most pent up sigh of your life
and you laid your head on the table unceremoniously
"I don't know, Dad. It's not like I'm trying to get into trouble." You looked askance, your face pressed into the hardwood of the table
"I just want to have some fun, wear what I want, and be a normal teenager that does normal teen rebellion stuff."
Cecil could empathize with this, but conversely:
"And normal teenagers get in trouble when they do normal teenager stuff, Y/n. Like right now." He gapped the distance between the two of you, resting a fatherly hand on your shoulder
"I love you, kiddo, and getting in trouble for breaking some flimsy dress code is one thing, but you gotta keep it within the law. I can't protect you when you do dumb stuff like this."
"I know..." you mumbled, not wanting to meet his eyes
Cecil sat next to you, pulling his chair over "Look, you and me are gonna disagree on a lot. and that's fine, we don't have to agree on dating or clothes or anything. But on stuff like this, you have to trust me. You're my child and I want you to have fun in high school, but I also want you to graduate and get OUT of high school."
his words broke through to you a little, and the guilt of being sent home by the cops crept up through your spine, spreading through your nerves until you felt nauseous
"I'm sorry, Dad....."
Cecil's expression softened, his eyebrows raising and his eyes widening "It's okay, kiddo. Just do your best, that's all I ask of you."
He pulled you into a brief hug, before letting you go
You returned the gesture by pulling him into a tighter hug, your arms wrapped around his waist
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8 underrated eremika fanfics that I think definitely deserve way more recognition, appreciation, and love:
đ€ Anamnesis by Karizard (@karizard-ao3)
I've reread this a few times and it gave me a sci-fi movie vibe based on those romance, humor elements, and family scenes. It's rare to see Mikasa as a fuckgirl and Eren being the absolute wife guy ever (trust me, it's really sweet). The idea that every au of eremika has them deeply loving each other is so appealing, I love them and can easily imagine their lives when I'm dozing off lol. And I literally screamed when canon Eren appears! Imagine if this were a Netflix series, just picture the trailer with Eren's titan roar as one of the episodes even if it's just a quick black screen for one second. It would totally hype everyone up!
đ€ ocho by AphoticW
It's very sweet and I think Eremika in this au has the healthiest relationship ever! And for the first time I can actually accept jeankasa while reading. It was really refreshing and gave me a new perspective on their dynamic, something I didn't expect to enjoy as much as I did when I saw the title. It really caught me off guard in the best way possible.
đ€ My Emotional Kaleidoscope by On_kamis_green_earth
It's hard to find a mature fanfic that includes the topics I'm interested in, like addiction and its effects. There aren't many fluffy moments in this au but there are very realistic problems that really make you think. I was hooked right after the first chapter. It feels so raw and real, unlike the typical dramatic fanfics that can feel a bit too far removed from the harsh realities of life (yes I'm talking about DF lol). I love how it dives into deep emotional themes without sugarcoating anything. The complexity of the characters really stands out and keeps me engaged throughout.
đ€ see you later (the series) by sinigangsta (@sinigangsta-ao3)
This is a great series about canon eremika! The way it explores their bond is so genuine and heartfelt. I love how it delves into the everyday moments of their life and shows their connection. It's not just about the big moments but the little things that make their relationship so endearing. And there's smut! Plenty of them :) Lots of steamy moments that really add to the chemistry.
đ€ i can't think of anything funny to say by miriamika
[Still updating] It's hilarious and brings a fresh twist with its unique 1950s time setting. The humor is spot-on, and the fun mix of comedy and nostalgia had me laughing out loud while also appreciating the content. I really hope the author comes back one day to give us more!
đ€ Porcelain Menial by cxcassi (@cxcassii)
[Still updating] To say it's sexy, hot, sultry, passionate, or anything else is seriously an understatement! I love how Eren's character shifts from being kinda casual with his intentions to completely serious when they finally sleep together lol. It's like watching him evolve. This is definitely a fanfic people should check out and I'm waiting for more! Can't wait to see where it goes next!
đ€ The U and I in Security by Shining TEA
[Still updating] I don't think there's any other eremika fanfic that sets them up as security guards! It's hilarious, not just between eremika but literally between everyone. It's kind of a slow burn, but each chapter just keeps getting better. I was literally cracking up during their soccer game! Also, Eren tries to deny, or should I say, can't quite figure out his feelings in the cutest way, and it was so amazing. I hope the author updates soon!
đ€ Gangsta's Paradise by Drift1607
The criminal x cop relationship actually reminded me of Zootopia. I just realized it's kind of like an âoldâ fanfic but I've reread it a few times now. Eren in this au is so funny and refreshing, unlike other aus where he's more serious or something, his lines had me laughing nonstop. But just a heads up, there's a bit of ereannie smut in one of the chapters (đż), but I'm sure it's still a great fanfic that's definitely worth reading! It's fun and full of personality, so if you like a unique spin on their dynamic, you'll love it.
#my opinion#fanfic#eremika#Donât say anything bad if you donât love them as much as I do!#worth sharing
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