#yea i talk about animal jam

[numathehusky]

I will never fucking understand animal jam streamers. Ya'll are actually really fucking boring, just sitting there spamming the same "___ IS LIVE GIVING SPIKE IN 5" and then getting valuable ass shit in your mail is unbelievable. I might as well stream myself sleeping and see if I get pounds and pounds of money dumped on me for doing nothing. yall be gifting random ppl who dont give a shit about you and spoiling them like a buncha fangirls, theyre PEOPLE, they don't do anything in their streams, THEY'RE BORING AND DONT DO ANYTHING! if it gets to a point where you have to consistently give away things just for interaction and engagement on your stream, your stream already sucks ass.

[tinkerbelle05]

Could you do 1610 miles x masc reader going on a date to the aquarium :3

Let's Take a Break

Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Masc!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks for the reqs love 💙

Warnings: none:)

Again so sorry, that this was late. But also, I never been to an aquarium before, like ever. This was cute nonetheless.

You wait outside the aquarium for Miles. It was still a tad bit annoying to always wait for him but he was out saving people from the "villain of the week" as he called it so you didn't complain too much. But feeling the sweat on your back made you wish he'd pick up the pace a bit more.

Suddenly the world goes black and you feel someone's hands covering your eyes. In a split second, your heart beats faster and your hand reaches up until you hear the familiar chuckle and smell the laundry detergent.

"Guess who?" The person asks.

"Um, I don't know who you are but you best get your hands off of my eyes, sir." you responded instead.

"Huh? Dude quit playing. You know who it is," Miles argues back playfully.

"Hey man, I got a loud scream and sharp nails so if you know what's good for you," you threatened him again.

You heard him sigh and take his hands off of your eyes, “Why are you like this?”

You bear a sharp grin, “You love me like this.”

Miles rolled his eyes and walks in pulling you into the building, “Yea, yea. Whateva.”

You both walked into the darkened building, water tanks filled with schools of colorful fish and of different sizes.

“They are beautiful,” you marveled at them. You walked up close to the glass. You’ve always cared for the ocean and anything in them. “Miles, look that’s a stingray. Did you know that a group of stingrays are called a fever or that they are in the same family of sharks?”

You look back to see him staring at you weirdly, “What's up with the staring?”

He had that lovesick look on his face with his hands stuffed in his pockets, “Nothin’”

Rolling your eyes, you walked to a different section, dragging Miles along the while talking about sea animals. You went to see the jellyfishes, penguins, and sea lions.

Overall, you had a good time with Miles. You ate some iffy food at a fast food spot though that’s probably gonna make you regret eating it in the morning.

You two were in a park now, with the sun setting and a cool breeze. You were so, so tired. But happy as well.

“You enjoyed your day, Miles?” You asked while his head was on your shoulder, it was a comfortable weight.

“Yea, you?” He replied, softly. He looks minutes away from falling asleep.

“Yea, I had a good time too.”

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[genesisvirus]

Violently remembering my 12 yr old self's Sonic cosplay w the Arctic Wolf model bc there IS NO PLAYABLE HEDGEHOG. There STILL ISN'T ONE. Foaming at the mouth WHEN I CATCH AJHQ

Anyways that arctic wolf alongside the whole rescue mission thing you mentioned in the tags when I was talking about how the nonmember species is dying. I am getting ideas. I am getting ideas. My brain, it is braining.

I LOVE WHEN THE BRAIN BRAINS

characters in the sonic design.. i love taht tbh. animal jam characters probably would look cool in the design maybe myabe.

IS THE RESCUE MISSION HAPPENING. hell yea.

[ahhvernin]

The only kissing and copulation in a library I've ever seen are whatever the weird dance thing the SIMS do before they spontaneously have a baby. Or whatever crack shipping or self insert character scenario the giggling teens are doing in the back corner with half eaten colored pencils and crayons and scraps pieces of paper, while surrounded with "HOW-TO-DRAW....." books. And the only "Drugs" I have seen are the insatiable addicted people who didn't want to buy the newest addition to a book / DVD series and they were waiting in line for a free copy, so they could have their fantasy fix. (yea this was before Netflix)

Sometimes I would see librarians sneakily deal a kid a new book because they finished reading a series or they've read the same book for the umpteenth time and the librarian thinks the kid needs to read something similar but new and save the book from being ultimately kidnapped. I mean yeah...there are spicy books, you gotta like....read them to get to the spicy part and that's like a few dozen pages in if not about half way or even at the end. And that could easily be like 100 pages.

If you're a wierdo like me, I was always wandering around the non-fiction area and in my library they had this secluded section about farm animals and pets and they would have very in depth basically almost manuals on how to help a pet/ farm animal give birth and care for the newborn creatures. I mean...yeah, there were alot of farms and back yard animals where I grew up. The section was right next to all the horticulture stuff, so like...I GUESS if you wanted to know how to make your questionable spicy plant grow....you could read those books? I mean I dont think Ghost peppers existed back then. But there were books specifically about peppers and how to grow Heirloom tomatoes, if that was your jam. OH They also had books about jam...and pickling....so I guess that falls under "homebrewing"....From what I hear fermenting is VERY delicious and addicting.

Is FOX talking about the Comfort aka hygiene libraries?

So Fox News ran a story about how they think libraries are turning into drug-infested sex dens and I am shocked, shocked that I was never offered any drugs during my 15+ years working in libraries.

[katsukis-foxie6]

Ok, so I've been chatting with @tteokdoroki about this for a couple days now. So like let's talk about cottagecore/farmcore/generally folksy poly Kiribaku. Just bare with my, this is gonna be disorganized as hell.

So first of all, yall would be living in a cute quaint cottage/old farm house. Probably a little bigg r than average. Ya know gotta fit two giant men.

So I picture kiri as a wood worker/craftsman. He's probably customized everything in the house for the three of you. Builds you anything you may want/need. You mention you'd like a little table/desk for crafting? Give it a little time it's there. You say it'd be cool to refinish the wood built-ins that came with the house? That's the weekend project.

Continuing! So, imagine you guys got chickens. And probably at least 1-2 of those adorable fluffy cows. Kiri is gonna be attached to any and all animals you guys have but I can just imagine him loving the chickens in particular. Just picture the little baby chicks coming in the mail and he's holding one in the palm of his hand. And it just makes the chick look comically small. He's build a over the top coop. I found a pic of a chicknic table. Yea he'd be that extra I think.

On that note. Bakugou and most the farm critters have a tenuous relationship. The fluffy cows like to headbutt the back of his knees and he has fallen down more than once. One time he made the mistake of threatening to turn them into steaks. Kiri was inconsolable for a couple days.

Also, Bakugou runs a local farm to table type restaurant. Probably attracts hipsters from out of town. This was not his goal, he just wants to cook damn good food and he does.

What Bakugou cannot do is grow a plant for shit. You took over the garden after he glared too hard at the rasberry bush and it died. How he managed it is a mystery cause rasberries are generally unkillable.

So, with no plants too take care of and most the farm animals being iffy about him, Bakugou turns to getting a dog. I like to picture him with an american akita. Big fluffy protective doggo. And yes, Bakugou will sulk if the dog seems to favor anyone else more. Except when y'all have kids. He loves that.

Ok, so this is gonna be oddly specific. So prior to like the very late 1800s quilts were made from whatever scraps you could get your hands on. Clothes too worn out to wear being a go to. So imagine making quilts from the guys and your old clothes. So sentimental. And you know they'd eat it up! You gift each other them one and kiri will be over the moon. Bakugou also will be but we all know he won't directly say it. Also. Fun fact. Denim quilts are the bomb. Old timey weighted blankets.

Also, idk why this sticks out so much but just the image of you and kiri making/canning jam. And he'd totally be sneaking tastes when he doesn't think you're looking. You are looking. But usually you let it slide.

So yea. These are just a few of the things. Gonna make a separate post for pregnancy and baby headcanons. Also, I have spent hours on pinterest for this stuff. If you guys would like photos of what I picture maybe I'd throw something together.

[missvifdor]

My MC /OC /YUU, in the doorframe of the entrance to Ramshackle:

My MC /OC /YUU: W -Why ..? Grimm, I'm not crazy, it's not my birthday. Or yours yet?

Grimm: No but I'm not going to complain, it smells so good! * Dive into the assembly of packages and gift packages in pink and red *

* The First Year Gang arrives to look for MC for classes like every morning *

Deuce: Eh! I didn't know you were so popular MC!

My MC /OC /YUU: Me? Popular? I reassure you right away, in my world I was considered as the weird and silent child of the class. So popular I have never been very popular.

Ace: Do you know at least what day we have?

My MC /OC /YUU: No ...?

Jack: It's Valentine's Day * Sniff the air * Ugh! All this sugar gives me stomach ache and toothache ...

Grimm: It's so good MC! * Eyes that glow * Free chocolate! I'm going to be happy to eat it all!

Epel: Easy, Grimm, they're at MC you should ask her before you binge without permission.

Grimm: * Touching eyes and adorable gaze *

My MC /OC /YUU: * Sigh * Isn't that risking your health at least? I mean .. you really look like a cat and chocolate is poison to them.

Grimm: Who do you take me for? A vulgar animal? I'm a monster, obviously I can eat anything!

My MC /OC /YUU: Alright. You can take it but out of the question that you abuse it and fall ill afterwards, understand?

Grimm: You are the best Dorm Leader! Yahoou! * Plunges back among the packages happily *

Sebek: IF WE DON'T HURRY, WE WILL BE LATE FOR CLASSES!

My MC /OC /YUU: Sorry, Sebek, I'm making you late ... Go ahead I'll take the packages inside and I'll join you!

Jack: Do not be ridiculous, we will help you it will go faster.

* Our happy group of friends are going to their first class of the day *

* My MC /OC /YUU going to sit in his usual place *

My MC /OC /YUU: Is it really happening ...? * Turns all red * I even get flowers, now.

Ace: * Smirk * You look so shocked, like this is the first time this has happened to you, Hehe!

My MC /OC /YUU: ....

Deuce: Is this the first time this has happened to you ?!

My MC /OC /YUU: I told you before, I was not very popular and not very pretty. Boys and girls aren't really used to looking around in my path and neither am I.

Ace and Deuce: * Mumbles * His world must be filled with blind people ...

* Later that day they pass Cater, Trey and Riddle *

Cater: * Put his arm around MC's shoulders * Hello lovely young lady! What are you planning to give me for Valentine's Day? Although, you know I prefer the salty.

Riddle: Cater! This is inappropriate!

My MC /OC /YUU: Don't worry, Riddle. Well Cater, I completely forgot that it was today and I don't have a present for you, I'm sorry. Besides, why do I have to offer you one, we are not in a relationship?

Trey: Tradition has it that girls give chocolates to their friends and loved one. Doesn't that work in your world?

My MC /OC /YUU: Actually, no. Valentine's Day is only a day for couples, at least that's how it is in my country but I know that in Japan, another country, it works the same as Twisted Wonderland. But if you really want chocolates, I can make some for you, that makes me happy! I'm only sorry I didn't give them to you on the right date ...

Riddle: Don't bother if you don't want to, MC!

My MC /OC /YUU: I really don't mind, I would only need to borrow the kitchens from Heatslabyul. That of Ramshackle is not sufficiently equipped or even in good condition to work in good conditions. Dust is falling from the ceiling all the time, I wouldn't want that to end up in the preparation.

Trey: It works, come see me after class when you finish I'll give you the keys to the kitchen.

* Later that day, in Heatslabyul's kitchen *

My MC /OC /YUU: Well let's see ... Rose and violet chocolates are for Riddle. The orange and blood citrus ones are for Trey. The spicy beef and chicken mini skewers are for Cater. Ace has his pastry cream strawberries. Deuce to his red berry and chocolate pancakes. Leona ... Her filet mignon meal basket with sweet and salty honey. Ruggie his donuts and donuts are ready, all they need to do is garnish and fill them. Jack doesn't like things that are too sweet or unhealthy ... so a mango and coconut sorbet. Azul pays close attention to her figure, so poached pears in honey. Jade un Canteloupe and blueberries with green tea and lime. Floyd strawberry chocolates in the shape of shrimp and sea animals. Kalim and Jamil hot chili chocolates and rhubarb and date jam that they can put on homemade brioche toast. Vil, Rook and Epel fresh fruit salad, French pancakes with rum and apple clafoutis. Idia ... chocolate and peanut butter pop cake with a Bubble Tea with tapioca pearls and mango and candies for Ortho. Malleus popsicles in the shape of a gargoyle and a bouquet of chocolate in the shape of roses, Lilia macaroons with mint and vanilla in the shape of a bat, Sebek ... A mini figurine of Malleus in dark chocolate and food coloring, for Silver it will be passion fruit Pasteis De Nata. And Grimm ... Squid with seafood and vegetables. Lord! I've never cooked for so many people! I'll put it all in the fridge and go home!

* My MC /OC /YUU coming home exhausted *

My MC /OC /YUU collapsing on Ramshackle's living room couch: Lord! I am so tired!

Grimm: Your hands smell full of delicious smells! Am I going to have some too?

My MC /OC /YUU: * Smells his hands and grimaces * Ugh! It especially smells like chocolate fish! It makes me sick ... I'm coming back I'll try to make this smell available, by all the gods ...

* Grimm who decides to wait for him while eating another packet of chocolate intended for MC *

Grimm: * Starts at coughed, disgusted * Yuck! These taste too weird !!

My MC /OC /YUU who comes back with his hands washed aggressively: You make a funny face, what's happening to you?

Grimm: These chocolates are too weird, I don't like them.

My MC /OC /YUU : Let me see? * Frowns and takes a chocolate to eat it * * Chew gently * Hmm ... it's true they have a weird aftertaste ... I feel weird ... M-My head spinning ... I can't feel my legs anymore ... * Fainted on the ground *

Grimm: Nyah! MC! Don't move, I'll get help!

* A few hours after taking MC to the infirmary, the strange chocolates were analyzed and an emergency meeting of the leaders and vice-dormitory leaders be given *

Professor Crewel: The results are clear ... The chocolates contained a love potion prepared in the most mediocre manner I have ever seen. So this has the effect on the Prefect of Ramshackle that she is falling into a deep sleep.

Kalim, with tears in his eyes: Is there no cure ?!

Crewel: Yes.

Leona, hiding her concern with aggression: And ?!

Crowley: The only solution for my dear MC to wake up is the ... The kiss of true love ...

Azul: I thought it only existed in children's books .. What if it doesn't work? How is it supposed to work?

Trein: That's the problem. The person kissing MC must be the person they love.

Ace who holds Grimm in his arms because the poor thing is absolutely devastated: Does MC at least love someone ?!

Jade: You are his closest friends, you should know that.

Deuce: MC never talks to us about that kind of thing and neither do we, she says all the time that it's her private life and that it's none of our business .... Oh MC ...

Jamil: Grimm, do you know?

Grimm who sniffs and holds back his tears: NOOooOoo ...!

Ace: Don't worry Grimm, we'll find the person who did this to her and she better be sorry for even entering this school.

Azul: Floyd will certainly be happy to help you find him, he has a special affection for MC.

Riddle: You can count on us too! We will make him regret acting in a manner so disrespectful and dangerous towards MC and the school rules!

Crowley: Come on gentlemen, let's try to act in a neutral and professional manner * Whisper to himself * If I find this little fool I'll be happy to kick him out of this school forever!

Malleus: If you let me deal with this man's case personally, I can assure you that he will never return to this school. Because he won't have any legs at all.

Idia: I'm still going to do some research approach to find out if there are no other solutions with MC!

Ortho: Big Bro, you'll have to come and try to wake MC up with a kiss first.

Idia panics immediately: I- I don't think it will work w-with me! How could MC love a geek like m-me ?!

Ortho, happily: Don't devalue yourself, Big Bro ! You have all your chances!

Rook: Oui, Mon cher, you have every chance! MC must obviously have noticed your unique charm!

Ruggie: * Whispers mockingly * Ah that, to be unique, he is! Shishishishi!

Lilia: * Laugh slightly * Let's see if our dear Idia has the courage to come out of his den.

Vil: That's enough you two, what we're talking about is serious. It is not time for jokes!

Trey, whispering sadly to himself: And to think that a few hours ago MC and I were talking in the kitchen and cooking like nothing had happened ... She had put so much heart into her preparations...

* Everyone is gathered in the infirmary plus the rest of the boys *

Riddle who blushes a lot: So uh ... how do we do it? Are we in line?

Crewel: The best is if you all wait outside and come one by one to Miss MC. If either of you ever wakes her up, I think you both need to discuss it.

The boys went by one by one and finally ....

Twisted boy: Okay ... It's my turn. * Enter the infirmary and approach MC * Hi MC. I'm sorry to kiss you without your consent but ... we have no other solutions at this time. Please forgive me .. * Kiss her *

My MC /OC YUU: * Wakes up coughing very hard until spitting out a piece of half-melted chocolate * WHAT THE HELL ?!

Twisted boy: You're awake! * Hugs her *

My MC /OC /YUU: * hugs him back * What's going on ?!

Twisted boy: * Explain everything to her * That's why I kissed you. Aren't you angry?

My MC /OC /YUU: No, no! I understand that was the only solution, thank you for freeing me from the negligence of the fool who gave me these cursed chocolates!

* My MC /OC /YUU finally realizes what it means *

My MC /OC /YUU: So uh .. Yeah I love you I guess ... But if you don't feel anything for me I totally understand and we can stay like we are now! I promise not to make this awkward or weird!

Twisted boy: Actually, it's good because ... I also feel the same way but I didn't know how to tell you.

My MC /OC /YUU: ... So ... you wanna go on a date with me?

Twisted boy: I would love that!

* Grimm who goes into the infirmary like a cannonball *

Grimm: MC! YOU ARE ALIVE ! MY HANDMAN, YOU WON'T EAT ANY MORE WITHOUT I TASTING IT FIRST! * Hopped into MC's arms to give her a hug *

[starry-skies-116]

AroAce™ things that Gregory/Evan does without even fucking KNOWING until he was educated on the aspec community:

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Understanding romantic and sexual relationships on a fundamentally and purely scientific level (as if he’s purely an observer)

“Why do people kiss”

Gets mistaken for someone being cold or prudish, and yeah, he can be cold at times, but can you like not lol

He asked a parent super awkwardly during a birthday party if “they possessed any other offspring” and immediately regretted his life decisions lmfao (Michael/Freddy standing onstage like ‘did you just’)

Loves to cuddle but also respects when other people don’t want to cuddle

Doesn’t understand crushes

“SOMEONE COMFORT ME I THOUGHT CAKE BY THE OCEAN WAS ABOUT EATINV CAKES BY THE OCEAN” \\\ “wow you are not ready to hear about milkshakes bringing boys to the yard” 

HE WHEN ASPEC REPRESENTATION SOBS IN UGLY CRY THEY JUST LIKE ME FR

“You’re too young to know what you want in life” “bitch I’m 67 years old and do you know? exactly so stfu”

Ocasionally pretends to have crushes on people when he’s still closeted so people wouldn’t get suspicious, but everyone could tell they were obviously fake.

Daydreams about him and people he’s close to being playable characters and having a moveset in Super Smash Bros and Fire Emblem instead of romantic fantasies

Ate an entire jam cookie and chocolate sweetheart cookie bouquet a girl from his school personally gifted him (“Ah, they’re even frosted! Thank you for this gift so much!”) only to realize later that shit it was for Valentine’s day this girl had a crush on me and I knew from the beginning but I still didn’t bother to reject her. The cookies were her asking me out and it flew over my head until later tonight oh fuck oh god oh what do I do. He even ate an entire pound of belgium chocolate one guy gave him personally only for Michael to smack him over the head for being a dumbass when it comes to rejection, probably because he doesn’t really care about romance when it comes to him.

Calls people he’s affectionate with or likes teasing a bunch of nicknames on occasion just because he has the urge (e.g. Papa Bear, Floridian Tincan, calls some classmates names such as darling, sweetheart, jerkface, imbecile and honey just for laughs).

Understands people and can read them very easily, but does not know how to talk to them.

Relates to the desire for cuddles and emotional love expressed via words of affirmation and physical affection, but immediately shies away from picturing himself in romantic scenarios

“Wanna be my SO when we’re older?” “I can’t age anymore but yeah I’ll gladly be your supervising officer and boss”

DEVOTES™, RESPECTS™, LOVES™ AND ADMIRES™ THE HELL OUT OF EVERYONE HE’S CLOSE TO BECAUSE HIS TRUST IS A LUXURY ONLY HE GETS TO DECIDE TO WHOM HE SHALL DISTRIBUTE IT TO SO GENEROUSLY.

Doesn’t get why people find other people ‘hot’. Like yeah, she’s attractive ig, her hair is nice and she knows how to apply makeup properly, what else can possibly be there? Experiences aesthetic attraction to physical features and compliments them but the thought of actual attraction just baffles him. Like ‘oh I want her to sit on my face’ or ‘yeah I’d tap them cheeks’ and he’s just sitting there, peeking up from his book like ‘r u ok? Do I need to call ambulance?’

“Wtf are crushes I beg of you someone please tell me right the hell now istg”

Cries when playing Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley on Vanessa’s switch

‘DND’ AGGRESSIVE LILTING CHANTS INTENSIFY “DND”

Is very confused on how dates are considered inherently romantic? Like how is taking your friend out to a fancy seafood restaurant with spicy creamy shrimp alfredo and garlic buttered freshly baked breadsticks and then having delicious chocolate mousse cake considered?? Romantic?? Let me enjoy the good food? Like yea I would take a beachside walk with my friends Cassidy and Charlie and my family any day stop trying to give everything a romantic subplot please lol-

‘Oh you’ll find someone one day’ *pinches nose in stfu even though he doesn’t know why such things frustrate him*

Literally anyone tries to apply romance to him he’s like “can you don’t” for reasons still unbeknownst to him

‘You can’t be like that, romance and love is part of what makes us human’ *CRACKS NECK AROUND 180 DEGREES LIKE AN OWL YOU DARE OPPOSE ME MORTAL*

Just gives off aroace vibes in the subtlest way to everyone around him

[caffeineaddicted-noonie]

Sooo like I found one of your match-ups on my dashboard and decided to get one. Sorry if I do this wrong or send this when you aren’t accepting any buut here I am! (:

I’m the Turbulent Logician (INTP-T) and a demigirl (they/she) who’s bisexual! January Aquarius, born on Jan 28th. I really don’t have a preference for a match-up. I’m 5’4.9, pretty tanned (well wheat-ish? Idk what it’s called) and in between skinny and chubby. My style would be black oversized hoodie sweatshirts or graphic tees with black jeans. Oh and I wear glasses and rings on a daily basis!

Just random stuff about me:

I really do love watching Anime. I don’t really read manga but yea.

I listen to Music at least a good 5 hours a day. I listen to a lot of rock/metal/punk genre of music. I don’t really like country minus a few songs, all of them being from the 60s-70s. Girl in red, My chemical romance, Black Viel Brides, Falling In Reverse, Queen, SlipKnot, Guns N’ Roses, Green day, the list goes on and on

Arguing (well not actual arguing with shouting and crying but playful banter and little insults here and there)

I do really like collecting stones, old coins, expired credit cards, etc etc

Huge anything horror/weird type of person. I really don’t find most stuff scary which is kinda weird, like I could watch a movie with thousands of jump scares and not get scared.

Very very awkward in person, and I have social anxiety. I love talking though, if I know/trust you please expect your ear to be talked off if you even remotely bring up a topic I love. I can’t really approach people and be like “hi hello be my friend”, just extremely introverted.

I love nature and animals; both literally deserve to be treated better than they are. Half of the animals now days wouldn't act aggressive towards us if we have left them alone. I heavily believe that animals deserve the world and that we should really just let them be.

Sooo That’s about it

Lemme know if you need more!

AND JUST CREEPYPASTAS PLEASE

AIGHT! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO DO. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

I MATCH YOU UP WITH

HOODIE / BRIAN 📹

What is needed… log 1 - friends 🌹

+ You two got along with music. + Brian has a thing for rock genre, he loves it! The energy and melody that goes along with. + Any music genre that’s similar, giving the chaotic vibe, he will like it. + How exactly did you two got along at first? Grocery shopping, truck, Tim’s driver and you’re coming with him and Brian. + You were coming with to get somethings fo yourself. + He surfed the radio for songs + Welcome to The Jungle, by Guns n Roses was on. (I rarely see that bat my place ngl, sad) + He jammed to it, you as well until Tim pointed out that you guys were having a personal concert. + Oh? He likes rock too? yes! + You guys would jam together a lot! Whether it’s in the car, the kitchen, on th roof, etc etc. + But you were usually silent. Usually. You would talk to him, but it’s kinda like just, ”So, what song next?” ”Do you like this song?” ”Never heard of this one..” Just small chit chat. + through time, you got used to him and started ’big’ convos, ”When do you listen to them the most?” ”What do you think this song means?” + Collecting? He’d help you with it! Got back from a mission and gave you a butterfly shaped rock once.

will be wanted. log 2 - lovers ❤️

+ Heart shaped leaves. He made them for you. (I’m not sure what you’re reaction would be however, how would you react?) + You know all of those things you collected? If you gave him any, he keeps them in a special drawer. He’d even give you a decorated box for you to put your collections! + Your way of ’arguing’? He’s fine with it. Kinda finds it cute. + He sees it like, serious debating. Like in a parliment. + He has a playlist, dedicated for and about you. + He is a good listener! If you want to talk about something, sure, no harm no foul am I right? + MATCHING T- SHIRTS AND HOODIES!! + He agrees with you about animals. + He has a dog, not Smile, but his own dog. + If you guys go on a mission, he has a packet of dog food, cat food and nuts. Nuts are for squirrels ;D + MAKES BREAKFAST FOR YOU! + He finds you amazing when it comes to horror stuff. Jumscares? Gets him sometimes. Don’t let him play FNAF alone… + Type of relationship? The type to get along with anything. What you wanna eat, do, feel. Understanding!!

(I don’t know why, but I see the both of you wearing matching rings X] )

SORRY IT TOOK LONG! BUT HERE IT IS! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3 <3 <3

[spooky-cat-and-corgi-girl]

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⭐️Credits:⭐️

-Icon: Withered Chica [Five Nights at Freddy’s 2] (matching with @fnafl0ver) {Icon was drawn by @fnafl0ver

-Banner: Foxy the Pirate Fox [1st phase of peaking out of pirate cove in FNaF 1]

-Quote in bio: Garfield the cat

-Divider(s) used: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more (blue bar) & @justlgbtthings (neon stars)

(Bolded = Preferred) -You can call me El, Cat, or Author Cat! Any of them work! (Possibly going to add Jupiter to the name list.)

(-Feel free to vent to me, my ask box and messages are always open.)

-I don’t vent often. But be warned, I do vent occasionally. -This is a mostly Gacha/text post blog but there will be some art.

-Basic DNI criteria

~NSFW ACCOUNTS DO NOT INTERACT OR FOLLOW!!!

-this is prob mostly Shitpost things since I have no real motivation for anything.

🎃Other places you can find me/works of mine:🎃

🎃(Hiatus) Wattpad

^ Wattpad account (Note: Wattpad is like a ARG type thing, don’t worry chaos happens there too.)

🎃Relocate Project Retry/RPRT

^TWF AU (links goes to Wattpad)

🎃Blueberry’s Pancakeeria stuff

(^Something I came up with a while ago.)

As of right now Wattpad is being updated slowly so, yea-

⭐️Fandoms and Main Interest:⭐️

⭐️Fandom list:

(Bolded = Active/focused on)

•The Walten Files(TWF), •Five Nights at Freddy’s(FNaF), •MHA, •The promised Neverland(TPN), •Little Nightmares (currently playing through full game!)

•Sailor Moon,

•Friday Night Funkin(FNF),

•Ena,

•Percy Jackson,

•Wings of Fire (WoF)

•Warrior Cats

•Baldi’s Basics,

•Mr. Hopp’s playhouse(MHPH),

•HOUSE

•Fortnite,

•Animal Crossing,

•Bendy and the ink machine,

•Minecraft Story Mode(MCSM),

•Hamilton,

•Coraline,

•A Hat in Time(AHIT) ,

•Local 58,

•Spooky Month,

•Codename: Kids Next Door(KND),

•Animal Jam(AJ),

•Captain Underpants(CU),

•Star Treck Lower Decks,

•Stranger Things,

•Roblox,

•The Battle Cats,

•Sally Face,

•Cookie Run,

•Henry Stickmin,

•WarioWare Gold,

•Spooky’s Jumpscare Mansion,

•Andy’s Apple Farm,

•Kirby,

•Poppy Playtime,

•Ghostbusters,

•Job Simulator

⭐️Curret main interests: MHPH, Local 58 and Gemini Home Entertainment, Stranger Things, Roblox, FNaF, Cookie Run, Andy‘s Apple Farm, Poppy Playtime, KND, Percy Jackson

⭐️Current none-game/fandom interest: Furby‘s, Worm on a String, plushies, arts and crafts

⭐️Other blogs/ask blogs I’m in/created:⭐️

⭐️Walten Files blog: @walten-files-blog

⭐️TWF AU ask blog: @ask-jenny-letterson-and-others

⭐️Fredbear’s Family Diner blog: @tales-from-fredbears

⭐️Blog I am apart of: @anon-cult

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✨Cat Rambles = me talking and going on about stuff (I will no longer be using this tag but everything tagged with it is staying tagged with Cat Rambles.)

✨Author_Cat.txt = replaces #Cat Rambles

✨Author Cat rants: tag for when I go on a rant

✨Author Cat’s Favorite Holiday 🎃 = tag for Halloween stuff

✨Cat Rambles but no context: :)

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✨(Cat Ask = old ask tag that still has most of the ask)

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✨Hebret the Turtle Supremacy = Tag for this little turtle charm I found.

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(Possible new tag?)- 🦖🦕 = Dinosaur post.

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I tag triggers as #*Trigger* tw tor #tw *Trigger* If you need anything tagged please tell me.

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-No NSFW or anything like that, that’s a big No no.

-Anon can be used if you feel more comfortable.

-Writing requests are fine as well!

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~Please check fandom list and ask for fandoms from there

~Headcanons and actual stories are fine

~HC/Headcanons may take a little bit longer to write

~Most ships are fine. (I’ll let you know if I’m uncomfy with the ship)

~Please give the name of the character and what fandom their from-

~ X reader stories and characters from different fandoms or the same fandom are fine

📝❌List of what I won’t write:

~NSFW/Fetish/gross stuff in general

~Jack Walten/Felix Kranken, Micheal Afton/Ennard, William Afton/Henry Emily. Along with ships with children. Oh and Mr. Hopp/Ruby or Mr. Hopp/Esther, yes these exist. I WILL NOT write for these.

~Please nothing with IRL people or DSMP.

📝Characters who I only write platonic stuff with:

~Bon(The Walten Files/TWF)

~Felix Kranken(TWF)

~All of the Mr. Hopp’s Playhouse/MHPH characters (characters like Miss Beverly are excluded, however, MHPH 1 Esther/Nana will only be written platonically.)

~Banny (TWF)

~Ed and Molly Walten(TWF)

~Any of the kids in A Hat in Time/AHiT

~All FNaF animatronic characters and the missing children + Charlie

~Chess Coco Cookie

~Sorbet Shark Cookie

~Poison Cookie

~Gingerbrave and the gang

~strawberry crepe cookie

~Duckie and Tammy (TWF)

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I’m a minor, DO NOT ask for NSFW or anything gross.

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Anything with Relocate Project Retry/RPRT AU here on tumblr is a teaser most of the time.

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🍀RP rules🍀:

•I (mostly) only rp with mutuals (usally Moots who I talk to and interact with a lot.)

•Feel free to ask if we can rp. (Goes for if we aren’t mutuals or if we are)

•No NSFW, really just gross stuff in general.

•I don’t rp any ships. Don’t ask. It’s fine if you mention your own characters relations tho. (I will hint at my own characters relationships.)

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🍀Current RP: In session

🍀RP’s in session: 1/2

🍀Crossover Friendly :]

Extra RP info:

•Vanny and Vanessa will be written and Roleplayed as separate characters

•I’ll only do maximum 2 rp’s at the same time.

•Characters may be written out of canon character sometimes.

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favorite colors: Blue and Red

Favorite Holiday: H A L L O W E E N

Favorite Song(s): Welcome to the Jungle, & Hidden in the Sand(Tally Hall)

Favorite Animals: Crocodiles, Aligators, Cats, Frogs, Jellyfish

Birthday: April 29th

Pronouns: she/they (maybe adding Ze/Zir/Zirself)

Sexuality: Bisexual

(Demi-girl? Non-Binary? I dunno anymore, 2020-2021 has made me question a lot. Think I’m a Demi-girl tho.) I’m a Taurus ♉️ ✨Daughter of Apollo✨ (I’m also a Hufflepuff but that’s not important. JK Rowling has lost all my respect. I just felt like putting my house here.) I tend to ramble in the tag sometimes.

All of my friends are now called “Friendo” and “Friendos” and none of you can stop me. (Unless you don’t wanna be called that of course, then you can stop me-)

Aesthetics I enjoy: Weridcore, Dreamcore & Arcadecore & Glowwave

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Yes. I am against Post+.

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[13tinysocks]

Mini Mart Massacre

Nine Jeff X Reader One shot (3206K words)

Content warning for graphic gore, murder, mentions of vomit.

You’re covering for your shitty coworker’s shift again. Late night, it’s slow. A mysterious man comes in and starts killing your friends left and right. Will you live to see the end of the night?

Nine Jeff belongs to @killersnarl / @carnalhaus

“God, I can’t believe him.” You grumbled to your co-worker, putting twenty-ounce cokes in their place. 

“I know right.” Ricky mindlessly agreed. Understandable after hearing this sort of frustrated dribble from you for the fifth time this week. But you just couldn’t let it go, Shaun was really starting to piss you off. Didn’t even have the courtesy to call out of work or even ask for you to cover his shift. He just didn’t show up. Hardly had been for the past two weeks but the past few days he’d nearly dropped off the face of the earth.

Gabe said he got a text from the deserter, with a smile he told you that Shaun was in love. Good for him but if he wanted to run off with some prince charming then he better quit first so your personal time wouldn’t continuously be uprooted. Money was cool and all, you needed it to live but having to constantly cover the guy’s ass was fucking awful. You’d always gotten a weird vibe from Shaun, quiet, reserved, always stared so creepily at other people. If you didn’t know any better then you’d think he knew something about you and everyone else. Something bad. 

“Dude,” Tara called from the aisle behind you, “He’s happy. Give it a rest.”

“Well, I’m not. It’s annoying. I was gonna watch trash TV tonight but no, I gotta close with y’all. No offense.” The shift really wasn’t as bad as you made it sound. All you had to do was stock up the frozen food section with Ricky, sweep, and go home in fifteen. Tara would take care of the shelving in the aisles as there were only three that were mostly full. The Mini Mart only got enough business to stay afloat after all. Out in front was Gabe, last you saw he was leaning on the register counter and smiling at his phone.

“Some taken.” She snickered, “Really though, can you just stop being such a player hater?” 

“Yea,” Gabe called from out front, “Makes you seem bitter.”

“I am not- Whatever.” You just wanted to get home already, didn’t wanna argue about stupid shit. You could foresee yourself being short with your friends for the next few days since they were so adamant about being on Shaun’s side.

Ding-dong!

The cheerful robotic bell alerted of an unwanted customer.  From your position in the back, you couldn’t see them. A hush fell over the store, the place was closed. Little red and white sign hanging from the front door's handle said so. Guess they didn’t read it.

You could have sworn the blue fluorescents overhead started to burn a little brighter, buzz a little louder. The familiar pale blue tint only grew more saturated, the air felt thick. Dust discordantly floating about in the blue otherworldly shine. Owners really had to buy themselves better lights because this shit happened like clockwork. Every hour on the hour for nine minutes. 

“Hey, sorry man,” Gabe started at the thing that cast a long shadow across the floor, “We’re closing up shop right now. You can come back tomorrow.” 

There was no booming footstep, no quiet approach. Just a normal everyday sound of someone walking. 

“Hey dude, seriously. We’re closed. Put that down.” Gabe’s voice started to waver, hints of apparent fear bleeding through his stern intonation. 

“Would you have if they could have pleaded?” Deep and raspy, there was something about the way that man spoke. Something that didn’t sound annoyed or defensive but paralyzing instead. You could feel it deep in your gut, on the hairs standing up the back of your neck, on the goosebumps that’d risen from your forearms; He meant harm. Bodily. Psychologically. 

“What?” Gabe scoffed, “Ya’know what? I don’t care. I’m calling the cops.”

“You like that they trusted you, that they never thought to fight back. You like to watch them die.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” Gabe bleated back. The footsteps didn’t stop. You and Ricky glanced confusedly worried at one another. 

He started to pull out his phone when the mystery intruder spoke once more, “Why are you backing away then? Is it because you don’t want to drink like a thirsty dog?” 

“I- WHAT!?” A screech ripped from the front of the store. Morbid curiosity pulled you to crawl toward the nearest aisle and peak around it. Tera was staring, frozen and shaking at the sight. 

“PUT THE ME THE FUCK DOWN! FUCKING SQUARE HEAD!”

That man, that thing, was huge. Tall, broad, imposing. Only his side profile was available for viewing. Mostly obscured by long black hair, most of which had been tied into a loose ponytail. Stern browed, nose downturned, teeth showing through a tight smile. One hand about Gabe’s neck was all it took to lift the fully grown man two feet off the floor. Thumb jammed in the soft flesh where his jaw and neck met, forcing his head back. Gabe wiggled about, holding onto the man’s thick forearm for some stability but he still looked like a fish on a hook.

“SOMEONE! HELP!” Bulging brown snapped to you and the woman. No way that you were going to play hero against that fucking behemoth. Still, there was a slew of emotions kicked up by seeing a friend in that position. 

The man held a fat bottle of Bleach. Mostly used to clean out the nasty bathroom, sometimes the floor. Uncapped, tilting toward Gabe’s face. Getting what was about to happen, he twisted his lips into his mouth.

“You don’t want it?” His attacker cooed, "Aren't you thirsty after a day of hard work?"

Gabe vigorously shook his head, whining and struggling. All the three of you could do was watch. Ricky was on the phone with an operator, hopefully, help would be arriving soon but none of you wanted to brave running out the front door he was only feet away from. 

A yellowish liquid dribbled over the bottle's opening, right onto Gabe’s wide open eyes. You don’t think you’d ever forget the shrill, animal-like way he screeched. Mouth open, the man took his opportunity to jam the opening between his teeth. Gabe’s body violently revolted against the product cleaning the mucus from his esophagus. Another fat hand slapped onto Gabe’s flesh, this one squeezing his lips around the neck of the bottle. Forcing him to keep in a reactionary stream of vomit. Not without thumb and pointer pinching his nostrils shut.

"Honestly," The man started evenly, "This is so much faster than diluting it with water." Gabe violently twitched, no longer holding onto his attacker's arm but instead trying to pry to bottle away from his mouth. Nothing he did had any effect. "Hurts worse too, huh?" 

You jolted, nearly letting out a shriek when someone tapped you on the shoulder. Ricky had crawled up behind you, phone pressed between his ear and shoulder. Head jerking in the direction of a gray door. Backroom, concrete floors, ceiling hight storage shelves, always smelled vaguely if cheese. 

You caught his drift easily enough but Tera wasn't looking at either of you. Completely entranced with the two in front. As much as you wanted to bolt, you had to get her attention and get her to leave. 

Calling her over would get unwanted attention. You held up a finger to Ricky, no minimum wage worker with no healthcare benefits left behind. 

Slow and steady you got yourself off the ground. Step by step, closer and closer. Hands raising to give her a little tap while your eyes didn't leave his face. With your approach, you only got to see more and more of his face. It was something of the likes you'd never seen. 

He looked like he didn't know what moisturizer was at first. Skin warped, texture looking uneven and off-color. But it wasn't a bad case of extreme and crust from not showering. His skin shone too little in the bright light. Flesh stretched and shifted when his lips curled back into a wider, toothy grin. With the movement the indent of irritated flesh running across either cheek shifted, top and bottom moving slightly different from the other as tectonic plates of scar tissue.

Beady eyes focused on Gabe, twinkling softly hateful. You couldn't tell if all he had was a pupil or if his irises were that pale.

Please, you internally begged, don't stop looking at that shuddering body.

One finger was all it took to place a gentle tap on Tera's shoulder. 

Gasp.

She jumped and turned, unfrozen and wide eyed. So did he.

The wicked wretch drawled, “Oh, hey you.” You didn’t think someone could smile that wide. “It’s nice to see you again.”

His dubiously friendly gaze locked Tera in place. You were pretty sure she was about to piss herself. All she had to say was, “Jeff.” Applying such a human title to that thing felt very, very wrong.

“I wanna say the one and only but ya’know, common name.” Jeff flatly joked.

“I- I- I haven’t done anything else. I swear. Please-”

Jeff wheezed, fully whipping around, Gabe’s body sickly swinging in his grip. “Come on now Tera. You don’t think I haven’t been checkin’ in you? You really do think you're clever.”

THUD.

Gabe’s body lay forgotten on the floor. Bottle finally rolling away from his open mouth but it was too late. Consciousness had already slipped and judging from how hollow the container sounded as it nonchalantly rolled away, he was gonna be dead soon.

“If it wasn’t for me he would have suffered for hours. Was it the guilt you felt with yourself? Was that why you didn’t kill that poor vagrant? Or are you that pathetic to the point where you try to kill an unmoving target and fail?”

You didn’t know what he was talking about. Either way, you wanted out of there. Since you didn’t want to be guilt ridden for the loss of another, you tightly gripped her and tugged. Her shoulder was like pulling on the start of a chainsaw, after you did so, things were set into violent motion. 

Jeff lurched forward, brandishing a hunting knife that'd been yanked from it's sheath. Survival instinct kicked in fully and you let go of Tera, bolting away from the ground-shaking behemoth. She just watched him come.

Nothing was like the sound she made when the knife buried itself in her soft belly. Her body crumpled in on itself. People compared a car crash to something they couldn't peel their eyes from but this was more like a burning, three lane pile up.

You’d completely forgotten about Ricky until he grabbed you by the forearm and screamed, “Come on!” 

Jeff’s head robotically snapped up to meet your eye as you were being dragged toward the storage room door. “Hey, wait up!”

“No!” You screeched, stumbling behind Rickey, “You sick fuck!”

He sighed, exasperated by your rejection, “Your friend and I are the same, you know. You'd be better off with me.” 

Romantic implications and the sound of someone groaning in agony were never the best combo. A taste sweet yet vile like milk a few days past it’s expiration settled over your tongue. You’d never felt so disgusted and you just wanted him to, “Go away!”

Whatever Jeff was doing to her sounded distinctly wet. Mac n’ cheese that squelched so loudly that it could be compared to good pussy. But when he came around the corner to give chase, you found that he’d rearranged her guts in the worst way possible.

Balled tight in his massive fists were slimy pink ribbons. Sticking out between his fingers, tightly pulled over his knuckles. All leading back to a fat slit in Tera’s belly. Screaming and sobbing, she clutched desperately onto her own small intestine to try to pull it back. Nothing worked and she continued to be dragged along the floor like a dog on a leash.

“No,” He wouldn’t stop smiling, “I don’t think I will.”

Ricky burst through the storage room door, you in tow. You’d been back here more than a few times but what you hadn’t done was load stock into the room. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen the doors before you sort of forgot in your piss-pants state of mortal terror. 

The shelves towered far over your head, compensating for the tiny space area. No sign of the exit was in immediate view. Ricky better hurry up and pick one of three possible paths or you’re dead meat.

If this was a badly directed horror movie, Ricky wouldn’t have known where to go. He hurriedly dragged you down a narrow pathway lined with half unpacked boxes. 

Tera and the backroom door screeched with Jeff’s entrance. His footsteps heavy and floor shaking. “The door's not going to work.” 

Ricky went to shove the door open with his side, it opened only half an inch. Again he rammed his body into the thing only for it not to budge. “Oh, no, no, no, no.” He kept at it while you looked for an odd lock or something obvious jamming the door. 

Tera finally stopped screaming. Passed out from shock, poor thing.

 The giant of a man cast a long shadow over the thin passage, backlit by pale blue. Giant hand relaxing, letting Tera’s stretched guts wetly flop onto the floor.

“There’s a way out for you, butcher.” Jeff spat out the title between grinding teeth. He was smiling so tender but his eyes didn’t reflect the sentiment.

“There is?” 

Wider. More teeth. “Look at you, hopeful little thing. Of course there is.” One step, slow, barely closing the distance. “An easy, free way out for someone who takes, and takes, and takes.” Two, three, four, faster. Knife bloody but not satiated.

You knew Ricky to steal chips from time to time but that's really it. 

Ricky quaked against the door. “No I- I donate to charities,” His eyes landed on the rosary idly hanging out of the pocket of his pants. “To the church! Thou shalt forgive or something, right?”

“Thou shall not kill.” 

“Yeah, that-”

“You haven’t been a very good boy, Ricky. God wouldn’t be happy with the bodies buried underneath your basement.” Five, six, seven.

You desperately looked around for something to defend yourself with. A pack of pudding cups within your immediate reach was snatched and thrown at the beast. “Shut the fuck up!”

Caught. “Thank you.”

Eight. Closing in. You pressed yourself into a corner and looked for an escape. There was none. All you had to cut him with was fear filled shouts, “That was meant to hit you, fucking hypocrite!”

Hand over his heart he sincerely sneered, “I am a hypocrite and I deserve to rot in hell. What does that change (Y/n)?” Morals did nothing for corpses.

Dread. Stone cold and heavy in your stomach. “You know my name?”

Jeff smiled fakely docile, “I know that you steal candy from isle two. I know that you’ve been working more hours lately.” 

All things Shaun would’ve known. Wait a second. “Are you Shaun’s boyfriend!? Did he send you to fucking kill us? I didn’t think we sucked that much dick!" You sobbed.

Jeff scratched the back of his neck, “Boyfriend is a strong word.” Ouch, poor Shaun.

The giant snapped back into his imposing demeanor, “I came to cleanse.”

Ricky quaked, “Okay, uh, fine, I can do forty-five Hail Mary’s! I can atone!” 

You didn’t understand. 

Nine.

Hot, heavy, chest heaving breaths wracked Jeff’s giant body. Icily staring down his prey/ Body so wide you didn’t have a hope of slithering passed. 

You don’t know how long you all stood in that tense limbo of inaction. Eventually, Jeff moved, slow and steady he tucked away his knife. It’s over. 

Ricky was off the ground in the blink of an eye. One of Jeff’s hand’s on either side of his head, thumbs pressing into his open eyes. Ricky kicked, screamed, and begged for mercy but judgment had already been decided.

Crraaaaccck!

Ricky’s head molded into Jeff’s fingers like cracking clay.

Yank!

Hot blood splashed onto your face, your work uniform, everywhere. Ricky wasn’t begging anymore. His voice box was ripped messily in half along with his head and upper torso. Pink and red squishy bits of gore started to slide out of place. Jeff toothily smiled at you from between the two foot gap in Ricky’s front teeth. 

Yank!

Ricky’s body flopped apart. One side hogged all his vertebrae, while the other had most of the brains.

Pleased, Jeff ran his tongue over his reddened lips. Loudly slurping as he sucked in an unidentified piece of gore. 

You vomited in your mouth, pounded your fists fruitlessly against the back door and sobbed. 

The two halves of human dropped from his hands. Landing with a sound like an egg breaking on tile floor. 

Jeff stepped over the body. You pressed yourself harder into the wall, hysterically shaking your head. 

His body heat radiated powerfully from his chest, few inches away at most. “You.”

Instead of playing the useless sole survivor, you decided to attempt to go with a fight. “Fuck off!” 

Your totally kick ass, defiant attempt to punch him in the face actually worked. He just took it. Didn’t stagger back or even yelp. Stare unbreaking.

“Eat shit!” Another punch. “Die!” Another.

The beast jerked forward with a throat-tearing roar, bloody hands coming straight for your face. You screwed your eyes shut and waited for a horrible death.

It never came. 

You popped an eyelid open to find him still as a statue. Hunched over, face so close you could smell the blood on his breath. He pinched your chin between his pointer and his thumb, tilting your head back and luring your eyes to meet his. Baby blue, sparkling with mischievous delight. 

Vile. 

You gathered all the spit you could and pelted him in the cheek with a soft slap. Clear-ish ooze dribbled down his skin, picking up a red hue as it went. 

Sirens distantly wailed. 

Jeff beamed almost affectionately at you, patted the top of your head, then kissed your forehead as you uselessly gnashed your teeth at him. “Be good.” Hands dragged off of your stained body with a sense of lingering desire, almost as if he didn’t want to leave the poor, broken, thing behind. Alas, the police were closing in and he couldn’t have you screeching like a banshee as he tried to get away. 

Mercy.

The wannabe angel began to lumber away. You didn’t hold your breath, waiting for the fake-out to end. He stopped. Here it comes. 

“Oh and (Y/n)?” Tender and kind he sounded like an old friend.

You raised shaking fists, “What?”

With one last lovely look, Jeff sweetly told you to, “Have a good night.”

Mental auto-pilot had you reply with a, “Thanks, you too.”

Nine steps and he was out of view. Three more and he was out the backroom door.

Traumatized, confused, out of friends, and caked in their blood you made a promise to yourself. Next time your paths would cross you’d have a better weapon than pudding cups.

[enigma-im]

Good Grief

Rating: Teen

Relationship: F!Alien x M!Human

Warning: minor blood mention, fluff, friendly humans of space

Word Count: 2312

    Humans may not be the strongest, smartest, or even the most helpful species in the galaxy, but they are weirdly good at making friends with anyone or anything

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The little human bucks and wriggles in their hold, kicking their feet in last-second attempts at freedom. The two large amphibians just chuckle at the smaller being's struggle. They drag him down the dark hall towards a room littered with cages of varying sizes. Though the smell is the most noteworthy thing of the room, it just barely tops the crouched over beast circling inside the largest cage. The frog-like aliens drag the man over to the snarling creature.

"We brought you a gift, Eomen," one of the aliens says, laughing as they unlock the door. As the gate swings open the previously hunched over beast lunges, falling short as their collar chokes them back. The human looks to the beast in terror, worming in the solo hold of the alien. They try their damndest to escape, to forgo being locked away with this angry animal.

The two easily toss the man into the cage, locking it behind him without a seconds delay. Instantly the man crawls to the farthest corner, out of reach of the creature. The two aliens hardly pay them any mind as they exit the room. Nothing is said, no parting taunts or sniveling pleas.

Across the cage, the big furry beast huddles against the bars, chuffing as it catches eyes with the human. Taking the calm before the storm the human admires the beast. Its flat face gives it an almost intelligent look like it's of a thinking species instead of some sort of animal. Though it's sharp curled nails and thick pointed teeth give the human second thoughts.

With the tension fading the human straightens from his corner, timidly crawling towards the beast. With just an inch closer the creature snarls, lunging a bit to stop his approach.

"Hey," he raises his hands," it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you." the creature chuffs again, flicking an ear with unease. He tries again, taking another timid inch towards them. The beast snarls but stays put, he takes it as a good sign. Scooting closer he stops midway towards them, sitting with his legs crossed.

"See, not that bad," he jokes," we can be pleasant to each other, can't we?"

The beast shrugs.

The man smiles to himself," can you understand me? Not to presume anything, so forgive my ignorance, but are you sentient? Intelligent life?"

The beast rolls it's eyes, snorting before nodding.

"Oh," he says excitedly," can you speak?"

The beast shrugs, looking off to the side forlorn. Before he can ask, the beast lifts its neck and displays the collar. At his distance, he can make out some lights and knobs. The collar is more than a typical shackle.

"oh, they won't let you speak," he sighs," can I have a look at it? I'm kind of handy with this kind of stuff."

The beast snaps their head towards the man, eyeing him cautiously. With no definite answer, the man begins to crawl over, slowing when he is within arm's length of the creature. Timidly he reaches up towards them, both of them jumping when he touches their fur. He grabs at the collar, scooting closer to get a better look.

The collar has two knobs and a single button. Towards the chain on the back is a hole, presumable where a key would go. It's simplistic compared to most tech used these days, really cheap as well.

"I have an idea but I need you to remain calm," he looks to the beast, pleading with his eyes for full cooperation. The beast nods, their ears flicking with hidden nerves. He can feel their heart racing against his finger curled around the collar. Without much thought he reaches up and pets around their ear, scratching them like one would a pet. They both stiffened at the action, him pulling back while the beast's lip curls in a sneer.

"Sorry," he mumbles," just…never mind."

The man fiddles with the collar, trying to find a weak point that can be broken. The most obvious area is the clasp near the keyhole. It looks corroded from years of use, the sweat from previous creatures leaking into the crease. He looks around the room for something to wedge into the crease, finding a shard of metal just outside the cage. He crawls over and reaches out between the bars, his fingers just grazing the piece.

"Damn it," he grunts as he tries again. With a sigh of defeat, he plops on his rear, thinking. He looks over to the creature, admiring their long arms. "Hey, you think you can reach that metal shard," he asks, pointing towards it. The beast chuffs before walking over and easily reaching out between the bars and grabbing the metal. The man grins in triumph as the piece is dropped into his hands.

"Alright, this should do the trick," he gently guides them away and looks back to the collar. Without warning, he jams the piece in and begins prying the two ends apart. His first attempt just pops the metal out with little effort. Digging the end farther in, he tries again. Finally, holding the collar still, he pushes with all his might. With a snap the tool snaps up, cutting his hand as the collar falls off the beast's neck.

The man doesn't notice at first that he succeeded, more worried about the blood running down his fingers. He hisses to himself as he looks at the deep gash. It isn't till he is knocked onto his back and pressed against a warm body that he takes notice of anything else.

"Thank you," a soft voice croaks out. The man gains a perspective of his surroundings, feeling arms wrapped around his back and a face nuzzling against his neck. He awkwardly reaches around and pats them on the back, hearing the high tones of their voice.

"No problem, miss" he laughs," just helping a jail buddy out."

She squeezes him just a bit tighter, purring while she leans back to sit with him in her lap. They parted slightly, looking at each other in a different light. The creature the man thought was an animal has finally spoken, revealing her true level of sentients. The creature looks to the man with interest, pleased with the little human.

She takes note of the man's hand, seeing him cradle it slightly to his chest. The stench of blood fills her nose. She snatches the hand, tugging it towards her mouth to clean. The man tugs, trying to free himself before she can lick him.

"Uh, you don't have to," he says worriedly. A bit of fear lingers in the back of his mind that she is going to eat him.

"You are injured," she states simply," I help."

She licks at his palm, trailing up towards his fingers. Sucking a digit into her mouth she swirls her tongue over him. He watches her conflicted, not really knowing what to do at the moment. She takes her time on each finger before focusing on the scratch that extends over his highest knuckles. Her tongue stings his wound, the bumpy texture aggravating it.

"I think I'm clean now," he says with a hilt in his voice. He doesn't want to reveal his enjoyment of having his fingers sucked, it being rather awkward to enjoy it to begin with.

The creature eyes him, watching his conflicted expression as she lazily lathers his fingers in her spit.

"Do I make you uncomfortable, human," she asks, her voice still rather gravely and unused.

"uh, not exactly," he answers. She gives a small smile before reaching out and tugging him back into a hug. The air knocks out of him as their chest collide but he can't bring himself to care as he hugs her back. He lazily cards his fingers through her fur, scratching softly at her back as he takes in her warmth. A tail flicks slowly behind her, catching his eye. He wants to coo at the sight but keep silent.

They sit there for a while, taking comfort from the other in companionable silence. He nearly falls asleep when she tilts to the side, laying with him as she curls around him.

"Human," she whispers.

"Yea," he mumbles, nearly on the cusp of sleep once again.

"I like your kindness," she says casually," I wish to keep you."

He snorts," keep me, like a pet?"

"more like a mate but if you wish to be my pet then I will not argue," she teases. He scoffs, tugging on some of her furs playfully. Her tail flicks around once more, her chuckle warms him a bit.

"Let's get to know each other a bit more than this and see where it goes," he suggested," I generally don't get into relationships with every person I help out."

The two are woken sometime later to talking. The two guards watch the two with humor and disbelief. They have heard rumors of human ingenuity in bonding with anything but they couldn't truly believe it. Humans aren't as strong as most of the species in the wide universe. Not the smartest, fastest, advanced, or even the tallest, but they are one of the most friendly. They can charm their way out of any situation or endear themselves to anyone. Case proved here with the human and the Eomen. A creature known for its distrust and violence, damn near savage. She didn't even bother to lay a scratch on him.

"Humans," one of them scoffs," can pet anything, even a beast like her."

"Maybe she isn't as bad as we thought, you think the merchant lied about her," the other asks. The first one shrugs. In a fit of distrust, the second alien walks up to the cage prepared to grab the human and serve them up to another more bloodthirsty slave on their ship. As they near the door the creature begins to growl, startling the human as she does. The alien opens the door and heads inside, not believing in the potential danger. He stomps over to the human, prepared to grab him when a clawed hand stops him.

Screams echo around the ship as a rampage takes place starting at the storage bay.

The ship is liberated hours later. Every last worker is slaughtered in the Eomen's fit of rage. The warnings of the merchant ring true as she decimates the crew. No mercy is given as the years of being locked up and silenced has fueled her ire. As she runs through the ship with ease the human hangs back to help the other slaves. Quickly endearing himself to them all as most swear a debt to his kindness.

Everyone meets up towards navigation to get a bearing on their current situation. Most didn't believe they were truly free, unshackled because of the murder of their owners. It's a joyous moment for all as the new crew begins discussing their plans to get back home. They all end up looking to the human for words of guidance in these confusing times.

"I know you are all eager to get back to your homes and loved ones. I believe the best path is to attempt contact and try to devise a way to meet up with them. Keep the ship as a neutral ground because waystations are bound to have us locked up once more," the human shouts to the large crowd.

With the crew in agreement, everyone is busy trying to use communications to reach loved ones. The human is nearly exhausted with the countless hours of work trying to keep everyone patient and calm while the minimal devices are being used. An amicable conversation takes place with most aliens trying to give praise to the human and Eomen who freed them. Promises of favor and gifts come in so frequently that the human loses track of who said what. A few erotic workers suggest different forms of gratitude, stroking at the man's arm with sultry smiles.

"Enough," the Eomen growls, snatching the human out of the crowd of aliens," rest now, talk later."

"Alright then, it is rather late and I'm well past the point of exhaustion. It was lovely meeting everyone," he waves goodbye as he is taken out of the room. The Eomen holds him over her shoulder, stomping out into the halls with a snort of irritation.

They walk over to the captain's corridors, claiming it before another can. She locks the door behind her and sets the human down gently.

"If you wanted my attention you could have just asked," he teases as he turns to the room. The large area is mostly taken up by a bed and couch. Off to the side is a bathroom blocked by a closed double door.

"I do not need to ask to spend time with my mate," she growls.

"I suppose not," he answers absently as he admires the large bed. He glides his hand over the sheets, in awe at the softness. With a smile he jumps on the blankets, flopping on his back with a single bounce. He groans as his back finally gets a break, popping as he sinks further into bliss.

"Oh, yes," he moans," way better than a cage floor."

The Eomen flops down next to him, moaning as well. "That it is," she smiles. She turns on her side, grabbing her mate to pull against her. Her limbs curl around him, embracing him close to her chest with a contented sigh. The human nuzzles into her, enjoying her soft fur.

"you're warm," he mumbles," I may fall asleep any second."

"Good," she chuffs," rest now, we have work tomorrow."

He grunts in agreement, already dozing off. She licks his neck before rubbing her cheek against him, purring all the while. The soft rolling noise eases him to sleep.

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I’ve been told that when you don’t feel like writing that you just gotta start writing whatever pops into your head. this wasn’t suppose to be a story but it was dorky and cute so here we are... I have like 5 WIPs that I need to finish.

Also i really wanna do something for christmas, like a writing challenge. 12 days of christmas seems the most fitting...because it’s a song and all my titles are songs.

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I am such a sucker for Remile as the dads of all the sides like,, that's some good shit right there

In order from youngest to oldest

Virgil, Patton, Janus, Remus + Roman, Logan

And I'm imagining this mostly as them being still like really young like Logan's 12, Remus and Roman are 9, Janus is 7, Patton is 4 and Virgil is 1

Remy and Emile are so proud of Logan he's their smart boy and they support him with everything and none of Logan's brothers ever have any idea what Logan's talking about 100% of the time, but they still think he's the coolest cos he knows so much about stars

Remy knows a lot about star signs but not much about space itself so they have conversations where Logan's like "here are some facts" and Remy's like "neat you're a pisces"

And Emile knows all the right questions to ask when Logan talks to him about whatever thing he's studying and Logan loves it

Also imagine little Logan stealing his dad's ties and being like :O love them and asking for his own ties for his birthday and his dads get him a bunch of super sciencey ones and he tries to act stoic but everyone can tell hes super happy

Emile definitely shows all their sons the Disney films/cartoons but Roman and Remus are the ones most into it (and theyre the best age for it cos most of the others are too small) and can and will try to re-enact all of them. Remus is usually the villain cos he loves acting evil and Roman is always the prince and they usually either get one of their brothers (often Patton or baby Virgil) to be the one they save but also sometimes Remy/Emile

I have a strong mental image of Remy coming into the living room and Roman and Remus are standing on the couch and are like "Dad catch us!!!" and they jump on him and Remy's like "AAH" and they all fall to the floor

I feel like little kid Janus would be that super sleepy kid who falls asleep everywhere but ESPECIALLY on his dads. Like they'll have a family movie night and Janus will climb in Remy's lap and then immediately fall asleep and now Remy Cannot Move It Is Illegal and usually that leads to Remy falling asleep too

Half the time he will wake up in the middle of the night and just climb in his dads' bed while they're sleeping and they'll just wake up in the morning with him there too

I think Remy would Rock make up and therefore has some of his own and Janus would 100% want to try it on + he also loves it when Emile breaks out the face paint for like halloween cos then he can become a snake (his absolute FAVOURITE animal, he has a giant stuffed snake that he probably carries around a lot even though it's bigger than him)

Patton is that kid with one outfit that he never takes off and that one outfit is his cat onesie he can and will cry if his dads try to get him to take it off when it's dirty or for like school

He's also very affectionate and wants ALL the hugs from his dads AND his brothers, and whenever they sit down to watch tv or movies he always asks for them to like sit Virgil in his lap so he can Snuggle

And baby Virgil,,, so cute

I think he would chew on everything, so like whenever Emile picks Virgil up he needs to pay attention or Virgil will start chewing on his tie, he also tries to steal and eat Remy's sunglasses so Remy is VERY careful with that

Also this is random but Id like to think Remy is a big Crofters fan and introduced it to their sons and most of them were like Okay Its Jam but Logan and Roman were like "this is the best thing ive ever tasted" so they always have like six jars

Also,,, imagine Remy having a big brother,,, Nate

Nate is the cool uncle who is like "what are rules" and just lets the kiddos do whatever they like so they love him so much

And yea fluff

I acc started a oneshot with this idea at some point but kinda abandoned it maybe I should finish it

[chibi-beaver]

I'm in a bad batch kinda mood today and decided to write some Hunter & Omega fluff/angst!

Rating: General

Warnings: none (this is pretty wholesome)

Summary: After Hunter loses his cool with Omega, he remembers what Cut and Suu told him and tries to make things right

Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, domestic fluff, parenting, father daughter relationship

There will be Bad Batch spoilers in this so don't read if you haven't watched the latest episode (episode 4)

Honestly, I'm pretty proud of this rn 😁

Story is also attached under the cut if you wanna read it here, if you like it I'd appreciate the notes here and/or kudos on ao3 😁

Edit: I forgot to add some fic tags 😳

Omega had gotten herself into yet another jam. All they had to do was get supplies on Tatooine. It certainly wasn't the nicest planet but it was in the outer rim and for the most part, off the radar of the Empire.

All Omega had to do was stay close to Hunter as they went into Mos Espa. It was supposed to be an in and out supply run but when was any supply run in and out? He should've known that something had to happen but why did it have to happen to Omega?

She had gotten herself into the hands of yet another bounty hunter. Hadn't she learned her lesson after the encounter on Pantora? Hunter thought to himself as he ran through the sandy "streets" of Mos Espa in search of Omega.

"Wrecker, Tech, Echo! I need help finding Omega!" Hunter yelled into his comm.

"I'm on it!" Wrecker replied.

"I'm finishing the ship's repairs but I've sent Echo," Tech said.

"I thought Echo was repairing the ship with you," Hunter said.

"He was, but we're almost done," Tech replied.

Hunter was relieved that he got two of his men helping him find Omega.

Hunter tripped over his feet. The grains of sand were making his feet slide everywhere. Just when things couldn't get any worse, Hunter noticed a Tusken Raider running off with something. Upon closer look, it was his blaster.

Hunter was conflicted on what to do but he eventually ran after the Tusken Raider and tackled it to the ground before ripping the gun out of his tiny hands. Some more Tusken Raiders surrounded Hunter, weapons pointed at him. Probably stolen weapons, he thought. He looked around, looking for an out. He knew if he shot one, he'd subsequently get shot by another, which could incapacitate him, but he couldn't waste any time. If their encounter with the bounty hunter on Pantora taught him anything, he knew that they were cunning and fearless. They would do anything to keep their hands on Omega and would harm anyone who got in their way. Almost like what he would do for Omega. He just wished that she would stop getting into trouble.

Suddenly, they all ran off at the sound of something. Hunter was unsure of the source of the sound until his comm went off.

"You can thank me later, Tuskens hate Krayt Dragons," Tech said.

"How did you know I was-"

"I got my repairs done and I started watching the camera feeds around Mos Espa and noticed some Tuskens bothering you in the background of one," Tech replied.

"Now I'm glad you record the sound of every animal you've heard of," Hunter said, relief permeating his voice.

"I can see the bounty hunter!" Wrecker said into the comm.

"Transmit me your coordinates!" Hunter said.

"How do I do that!?" Wrecker asked.

"I got this, you focus on finding Omega," Tech said as he transmitted Wrecker's coordinates to Hunter and Echo.

Hunter immediately ran to them, meeting up with Echo on the way. Just as they got there, Wrecker got knocked out by Bounty Hunter who seemed to use the weapon he knocked Wrecker out with as a hat.

"I got Wrecker, go find Omega!" Echo said as he tried to help Wrecker.

Hunter obliged to what Echo said as he continued running after the bounty hunter. He was led to a dead-end street where he saw an anooba cornering Omega. Hunter took out his blaster and shot the anooba in the leg, causing him to yelp. Omega was distressed by the sound, as was the bounty hunter who retaliated by throwing his hat like a frisbee at Hunter. Hunter ducked just in time and avoided being hit by the hat. The bounty hunter then took out a weapon of his own and began shooting at Hunter with it. Hunter continued running towards the bounty hunter, to tackle him. It was successful until the anooba came back to tackle Hunter, causing him to drop his blaster.

Omega slowly made her way towards the blaster, but the anooba must have smelt her because he got off of Hunter and jumped on Omega. Hunter took the opportunity to pick up his blaster and pointed it at the bounty hunter's head, just as Echo and Wrecker arrived at the scene. Cornering the bounty hunter. He called his anooba off of Omega as he searched for a way out.

"What do you want with Omega?" Hunter asked, keeping the blaster pointed at the bounty hunter's head. He started speaking in an unknown language.

"Where's Tech when you need him?" Echo muttered as he turned on his comm but didn't say anything.

Hunter repeated the question as Omega approached Wrecker and stood behind his leg, she was trembling.

"He's trying to say that he was put off to it by an unknown client, it's just a job to him, a good-paying job at that," Tech whispered as he listened in.

The bounty hunter didn't answer the question as the anooba brought back his hat. The bounty hunter took the hat and hit Hunter with it before running to make his escape, pushing Echo and Wrecker out of the way.

"What were you thinking?!" Hunter said frustratedly to Omega.

"I-I'm sorry," Omega said.

"I thought you would've learned not to talk to strangers or touch strange animals after Pantora!" Hunter continued.

Omega said nothing in return as she stayed at Wrecker's side.

"You could've gotten yourself killed again! These situations are why I wanted to send you with Cut and Suu! So that you could be safe!" Hunter said. He saw the sad expression on Omega's face immediately after he said that. She looked like she was going to cry.

"Lay off her!" Wrecker said as he took Omega's hand and started back to the ship with Echo.

Hunter quickly began to regret what he had said. The regret kept itself on his mind as he walked back to the ship.

When he got back to the ship, Omega was in her room with the curtain closed.

"Let's get off this desert world," Tech said as he plotted a course for Idaflor. Maybe this time they would actually make it there without needing to repair the ship or to get supplies.

Hunter began to grow concerned as hours passed and Omega had still not left her room. Usually, she wouldn't stay in her room long. Her curious mind always kept her on the go, even though she had seen the inside of the ship countless times. Even if she wasn't feeling curious, she would usually leave to use the fresher. Tech looked back from the pilot's seat at Hunter

"What's wrong?" Tech asked.

"Nothing that you can fix," Hunter said, glancing at Omega's room.

"Well, that's a lie because I know a way to fix most things," Tech said.

"Yea, you can fix ships but you know about as much as I do about parenting," Hunter replied.

"Ah, it's about Omega. Hmmm, well maybe you should talk to her, perhaps discussing whatever happened might help things," Tech said.

Hunter didn't reply. Rather he sat back into his chair while Tech turned back to whatever device he was building. He remembered Tech telling him what it was but he had forgotten. As Hunter thought about what he could do, his mind went back to Cut and Suu.

"Easy, she's not a soldier."

Cut said that to him the first time he lashed out at Omega.

"You're safe, that's all that matters."

Hunter reminded himself that Omega was on the ship with them and not in the hands of that bounty hunter but at the same time, she shouldn't have touched that anooba. They didn't know the animal, it could've been diseased, or as it was in this case, connected to someone dangerous.

"Children will always find ways of getting into trouble, Hunter. It's what they do. Protecting them is what we do".

Hunter thought more about what he had said on Tatooine. Even if some of it was warranted, he shouldn't have brought up Cut and Suu. It was a bit of a sore spot for Omega, knowing that Hunter was going to pawn her off on Cut and Suu, even if he thought it was for her own good.

Hunter decided to approach Omega's room. He climbed up a couple steps of the ladder.

"Omega?" Hunter said.

"Go away!" Omega said.

"I just want to talk," Hunter said. "No yelling this time. I'm not mad." Hunter continued in a gentler tone.

"Fine," Omega said.

Hunter pulled the curtain to side slightly. She was sitting in her room with Lula held in one of her arms as she looked out the window at the whizzing of hyperspace.

Hunter sat in the small face, doing his best to fit. Wrecker clearly designed this space for someone of Omega's size. He eventually sat horizontally in the room, with one leg hanging outside of the space for his own comfort.

"You're gonna get rid of me again, aren't you?" Omega said.

"What? No. You said you wanted to be with us, I promised you that if you wanted to be with us then you will be with us."

"But I screwed up again," Omega said.

"You said it yourself once, you have a lot to learn. But so do I and I realize I was a bit too harsh today. I'm sorry."

"I can't help that I'm curious sometimes," Omega said, thinking back on how it was her who wanted to pet the anooba.

"I know, but sometimes it's better to watch from afar," Hunter said.

Omega didn't say anything in response. Rather she clutched the Lula.

"I'm not going to get rid of you. We want you here just as much as you want to be here. I'm sorry for bringing up Cut and Suu and I'm just glad you're okay," Hunter said.

To Hunter's surprise, Omega moved closer to him and put her arms around his shoulders, hugging him. Hunter was initially taken aback but he soon returned the hug. When they eventually pulled away from one another, Omega smiled.

"Now let's agree to put what happened today behind us," Hunter said.

"Ok," Omega replied.

Hunter made his way back down the ladder and extended a hand out to Omega,

"wanna come down and hang out with us or explore the ship or do whatever you want?" Hunter asked.

"Sure!" Omega said as she came out of her room and started asked Tech various questions about the ship and the controls. Hunter watched and smiled at seeing Omega feeling a bit better.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

OPEN WOUNDS.

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Reader

Anon asked: how about an imagine in which you an ez fight because of emily

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When the car stop in the rest area, you get out of it walking towards the trunk to rest you waist there. Lightning a cigar in your lips, crossing both legs, you have a deep breath of the thick smoke. You're off. Totally down. And only when the Mayans are far enough, buying some coffees or refueling, you let go all the pain turned into tears in silence. Last night you feel like you were at home when EZ hugged you, falling again, giving him another chance. Believing that maybe there's a place for you in his life. But it's not. With Emily by Galindo's side, it could be easy. But, now? No. Not now. You're losing again, and she's winning as always.

Shaking the ashes, you have another puff, breathing it till scratching your throat. Spitting the smoke by your lips, you kick the air full of anger. You fought for him. You never gave up. You went every week to the Stockton prison, waiting outside till he decided he wanted to see you. You wrote him letters, sent presents, books... You really cared about him and you were the first person he looked for when he got free. Emily doesn't deserve anything. Anything good. She destroyed his life. She didn't care about his mother, or what happened with his father, nor Angel. You were there, by their sides unconditionally. You earned it.

One finger longer than yours, tangling to your forefinger pushes you back to reality. You can't look at him. You don't have the strength enough to do it. Since you left Charming, you have been in silence, answering him with one or two words when he has asked you about something. Or mostly, shrugging your shoulders. Cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, being careful to not burn yourself with the cigar, you grab the coffee he's offering you. EZ knows that you're hiding something. He knows you read the message. He knows you're not okay, and that you think that everything between you two are done. That Emily goes first. And it's painful for him too, after all he's has shown you. But it makes sense that you can't trust him. 

Ezekiel has a drink of his coffee, before leaving it supported over the trunk, without letting go your finger. He uses that arm to surround your nape and your throat, pushing you closer while he takes off of the pocket his phone. You have another puff, not knowing what he's gonna do, twisting your neck a little to expelled the smoke before placing your gaze on the screen. He types the secret code by heart, the same you know, sliding his thumb over it to open the text app. Then, he shows you. EZ shows you the message that Emily sent to him, and the one you read before him. But when he's sure you read it again, he guides his finger to the right corner to press the menu and delete the text, before blocking the number. No words needed. The Mayan grabs again the cardboard cup, with his gaze on the horizon, resting his body against the car. He also pulls you closer when you throw away the cigar, between his legs to facing each other.

“I showed to Taza this mornen', when you were with Bishop at the workshop. He told me to delete it, simply. And block the number. But I wanted to show you, although... you seen it before, rai'?” You nod biting your inner lip. “I don' care. I'm here. I'll always be here”.

You nod again in silence with your eyes on your fingers, getting tangled in his shirt. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second. EZ knows that no one's gonna take care of him as you did and as you do. He loves you and he's showing it. He's trying hard to make it up to you. He wants to be with you and you're starting to believe it, that maybe you don't have a place in his life, because he's completely yours. And before you can say anything, EZ presses his lips on yours, dearly and peaceful in a soft kiss, taking away your air. Your hands traveling up to his neck, touching his nose with yours when your lips finally move tasting the coffee on his. You enjoy it, as you did last night after all this time separated. But again, he pulls you away some inches, not wanting make you feel uncomfortable.

“I'm not leavin' you. Not again, (Y/N)”. He says, doing the reference to his staying at jail. “There will be no more secrets, no more lies. Nothen' that could hurt you, nor hur—”.

“Kids, let's go!” Creeper's voice interrupt him, but you nod at him anyway before getting up from his body, to walk back to your seat.

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After ten hours of a long travel, between the stops and the traffic jams, you finally arrive to Santo Padre when the sun is going down and you're wishing come back to the ranch so you can have sometimes alone with Taza. The voice of wisdom. He always know what to say to make you feel better, and you also want to know what he thinks about everything happened these two last days. But first, you have to go to the clubhouse. And when you reach it, you suspect that something isn't going okay. The front metallic door is opened. Chucky and Letti are there, but also a white car you can't recognize parked in the alley between the car scrapping and the club. 

Ezekiel parks yours next to the motorbikes, when you two start to hear Taza yelling for no reason. Getting out of the car, you discover what's happening. Emily is there. And so far away that makes you feel sad or down again, your blood starts to boil inside your veins. The younger Reyes stops you by grabbing your left wrist. He's furious, and you can see it in the way he has to frowning. He walks towards the blonde, who is being reprimanded by the Vice and the President, with Angel trying to kick her out of the yard.

“The fuc'you doin' here, Emily?” With a penetrating and rough voice, Ezekiel asks to her.

“You didn' reply”. She says, setting free herself from Angel.

“'Cause I don' give a fuck”.

“EZ, listen”. She begs with tears filling her eyes, trying to reach him.

“Go home, Emily, or wherever you want. But far away from me, my girlfriend and my club”. He sentences with his fingers on the kutt lapels.

“Ezekiel, please. I love you”.

Those words are pretty enough to make you move your feet. Four big steps, and your right fist goes straight her nose.

“Holy shit!” You hear Angel or Coco, or both, cursing. You don't know.

“Who the fuc' taught you to punch like that?” Riz asks while Emily is falling down to the floor, 'cause everything is happening too fast. And you can see sideways Taza smiling proud.

“Calm down, (Y/N)”. Ezekiel tries to stop you, but not even the devil could fight against you right now.

Bishop holds EZ to take him away from you, whilst leaning to the blonde woman to tangle your fingers on her hair dragging her above the floor. She tries to set herself free again, stirring under your grip, with you pulling her strongly right to the front door. She's screaming because of the pain, sobbing and drowning with her owns tears. And you're fucking enjoying it, so do the crew, who are totally freaking out. 

“Next time, I'm gonna break something else than you're fuckin operated nose, bitch”. You growl getting her up grabbed by her clothes to push her out of the clubhouse.

You run the door to close it without more words. Shit, it's feel so fucking good that you're stunned walking back to your car so you can have the cigar packet in it, to light one between your lips.

“Hey, prospect”. You can see how Taza places an arm on EZ's shoulders. “Why don' you bring my kid a beer and some ice to her hand, ah?”

“I'm scared as fuck to say ‘no’, so she could punch me too”. Ez swallows saliva, nodding before going inside the club.

You support your body on the body car by the left side, having a puff that leaves your throat seconds after as an agonic howl. Che takes the cigar, having a smoke, and resting his weight next to yours. Then, he looks at you drawing a smile on the corner of his lips.

“You have to lift up a little more the elbow, when you hit someone”.

“Yea', I know. You told me. But I was tired”. You chuckle, shaking your head for a moment.

“Stay tonig' with him, he earned it, don' you think?”

“Yea', I did it too”.

“Damn, baby girl... You had so much contained in such a little body...” He breaks in laughter, shaking the ash to have another smoke. “You know? Last night Bishop and me had a... talk 'bout you?”

“Yea'?”

“Yes. We talked about the... possibility that when Ezekiel get full patched, maybe you could join Mayans too”.

“How's that?”

“Chibs told us about some women in SOA being members, when Jax was the president. So we could change the statutes, and you could start as prospect”.

“But I don't know how to shoot”.

“Six month to go, (Y/N). I have enough time to teach you”.

“Why you... really do all those things fo' me. I mean, this is not only because you felt sorry for me that night”.

“You said yesterday. We're more into family stuff”. He says kindly touching your temple with his. “I know you can do it, and you're already part of our lives. It's time to level up, don' you think?”

“Yea', maybe...”

You don't know how to feel right now. You're excited, but confused, and happy but scared. It's not the same take care of some animals, that have a gun behind your back ready to being shooted. But even so, you want to do it. Taza brings you back the cigar, when EZ walks towards you, offering the beer and taking your hand to place the ice on your knuckles.

“Get full patched soon, kid. The new prospect is waiting fo'”. Che palms his back, before leaving you alone.

Ezekiel has a raised eyebrow, staring at you waiting for something that could explain the Vice's words. Having a sip of your drink with pursed lips, you shrug softly.

“You heard him, prospect. Don't fuck up Mayans' business and get full patched in six months”.

“You have to be kiddin' me”. He laughs putting your palm on his to stretch your fingers, so the ice can cover more space.

“No, I'm not. Taza and Bishop talked 'bout it last night”.

“So... I have to teach you how to clean properly the bikes?”

“Yes, 'cause I know where you keep the Jose Cuervo and the Coronitas'”.

“And what 'you know about mechanic?”

“I know how to puncture wheels”.

The younger Reyes nods with pursed lips and both eyebrows raised. The loud horn of a car, and some lights flashing outside the yard, claim for your attention. You turn at the front door, with the crew coming out of the clubhouse confused. Tranq is the one who opens it, and you two staring at the black SUV driving inside, without moving a single inch of your bodies. A man with black braids get out of it, opening the back door and letting Miguel Galindo walks outside the car. He doesn't looks good, nor happy, not even angry. He looks more like disappointed. And he walks towards you, but the guys block his steps.

“I just want to talk with the girl”.

“Above my dead body”. Taza spits every word.

“The hell you want?” You ask then, seeing the Mayans turning towards you.

“I want to say that I'm sorry for any inconvenience my wife provoked you”.

“Anything else?”

“I hope this... trouble doesn't suppose a problem between Mayans and the Cartel”.

“Don't worry, your drugs and money are safe. I don't mix bullshit with the club, even if I'm not a member yet, but part of the family”.

“Yes, I'm now sure about that”. He says keeping his hands inside the pockets of his pants.

“But let me tell you something”. You walk between the crew, till you reach him, facing each other. “I don't give a fuck who you are, what you do or who the fuck knows you. Next time your wife comes closer to anyone of my family, the only thing you're gonna find is a collar with her teeth”.

No one says anything. They don't dare to do it.

“And now, get the fuck outta' my club”.

[eutxrpe]

hcs: dating bnha boys as idols // p. 1

i hope you enjoy these gender neutral headcanons! most of these are based off on western music and off my last post. expect iida’s and todoroki’s soon, and if you want something else, send in requests or ideas! anyway, enjoy! - xio

warning: swearing (bakugo’s included in this. of course it has swearing) ⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆ izuku midoriya // deku

treats you like royalty. incredibly sweet and despite being the famous one, he’s your biggest fan.

although some of his fans were disappointed that he was dating someone, the real ones ship you two hard. there’s a lot of fanart and comments that “complain” about how adorable you are together.

in public, he’s very shy. izuku can’t handle pda very well and he’ll blush heavily if you kiss him. hand holding and a peck on the cheek is the most he does.

however, if he’s in his more confident stage persona at an event or performance, deku has the courage to wink and send looks to you. when he has time to stop, you’ll be pulled backstage or even onstage for multiple a kiss.

lots of soft kisses before rehearsals and concerts for good luck.

plays guitar for you when you’re at home with him. it’s calming and sometimes he’ll sing if his voice isn’t tired from the day’s rehearsals. 

loves cuddles. big on dates where you just cuddle, talk, and sleep. play with his fluffy hair and he’ll melt in your arms.

serenades you for an anniversary and the loving and earnest look on his face made the night perfect.

nonchalantly buys you gifts all the time. is a big fan of giving you stuffed animals.

will give you his sweaters with a huge blush on his face. seeing you in his clothes is the best thing for him.

if you ever wear his deku! merchandise, he’ll be the happiest man alive. trust me on this.

“sweetheart, you look so nice in that hoodie!”

loves casual dates. going to cafes, ramen shops, ice cream parlors, walks downtown, arcades. he tries not to be noticeable by wearing fashion masks and beanies but still gets caught. izuku will always break away from his fans quickly to not disturb your date though!

peppers your face with kisses when you’re with him during live streams.

will not shut up about you if asked during interviews because you’re amazing and he loves you so much. they’ve had to interrupt him for the sake of time and he’ll pout, an adorably upset look on his face.

likes having music playing in the background of the apartment or in the car when you drive out for dates. deku likes to sing along to disney and indie songs but loves hearing what your music taste is.

he can and will bop if it’s a jam, nodding his head to the beat and doing a little shoulder dance. he blushes unbelievably deep if when you catch him even though singing and dancing is what he’s famous.

there have been times where he has to leave the country or continent for his job, but the two of you are each other’s biggest support systems, so time management wasn’t an issue when it came to spending time together. let’s just say, a lot of video calls and texts were made and sent during those times.

all of deku’s fans can see that there’s an unmistakable bond between the two of you.

⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆ katsuki bakugo // ground zero

this man... is fiercely protective over you.

his fans were so pissed when they found out their ground zero had a significant other.

“of course i’m dating someone, idiots.”

bakugo had to make a official announcement on all of his social media pages to say he was in a relationship and it was on trending for a while. it’s common knowledge that you two are dating.

he doesn’t like disgustingly obvious pda but will kiss (or even make out if he feels so inclined) and hold your hand all he wants. bakugo’s logic is confusing.

shouts you out at concerts casually but in reality, it’s his way of dedicating the concert to you.

“this is for you, idiot. tch.” is the equivalent of “i love you so much for sticking with my stubborn self.”

lots of quickies backstage before public interviews. he will leave lots of hickies on you even though everyone knows you’re his.

passionate kisses after he comes backstage. the adrenaline rushing through his veins because of the set he just did makes the kiss electrifying. when you part, he can’t help but pull you flush against him to whisper something in your ear.

it’ll either be suggestive or loving or a mixture of both because your boyfriend is a wild card when it comes to showing you affection.

calls you ‘babe’ or ‘mine’ when talking to his fans about you.

during live streams, he’ll either be possessive or make fun of you. no in between.

from “that’s mine. damn right.” to “did you hear that? yea, that’s my baby’s laugh. fucking loud as hell.”

asks for feedback on his performance, agreeing aggressively to your compliments and nodding at your critiques.

will toss you over his shoulder to cuddle on his bed. he cuddles but only by his rules. 

unless he’s sleepy. in that case, little spoon him.

he likes it when you trace his tattoos. 

katsuki pulls you into his lap when he’s bored to mess with you. he enjoys seeing your surprised expression.

he will put his ground zero merch in your closet and pretend like it waltzed in there by itself. when you eventually wear it because he’ll get grumpy if you don’t, he smirks and grabs you to close the distance between the two of you.

“babe, i think you look better with it off...” he growls against your skin before taking you places...

bakugo’s very extra so he’ll take you on public dates, telling fans to fuck off so he can spend time with you. sometimes he’ll stop to talk with them but it’s a rarity. he likes physically active and competitive dates, like rock climbing and laser tag. he will chill at home with you if you just want time with him though.

listens to a lot of rap and punk music so expect to hear that around the house even if he has headphones on. head bobs a lot occasionally and occasionally dances if it’s a really good song. if you record him, there’s a 15% chance of survival. also katsuki does not like it when you play a song different from his playlists.

“katsuki... i don’t want to listen to travis scott anymore.”

“get out of my car.”

although your relationship is filled with cusses and middle fingers, there’s also listening to songs together under the starlight on your anniversary and passionate kisses exchanged. ground zero is a handful, but he’s your boyfriend, so have fun...

[eqt-95]

s'mores

"You're doing it again."

"Hm?"

"You're on fire."

"I'm on-? Oh shit," Kate muttered with a slew of other curses, swinging the flaming ball of sugar from the end of her found branch. She shot Melvin and James a threatening look through the wave of snickers hidden behind their boyish grins.

"You sure you've done this before, City Slicker?" Melvin continued teasing.

"Yes," Kate growled, secretly grateful the tinge of afternoon sun could hide the burn from her cheeks. The glow of fire from the pit sitting in the middle of the group also added a distorted hue to everything. Plus nightfall cast a reasonable amount of ambiguity over the group. Honestly, Kate was looking for any excuse she could to deflect from embarrassment.

A fluffy white pillow appeared in Melvin's outstretched hand as an olive branch, and Kate begrudgingly took it, piercing it over the burnt crisp that remained from her last two failures.

"Maybe if you spent a little more attention on the marshmallow and a little less on-"

Whatever Melvin was going to say was drowned out by a sea of laughter coming from the other side of the fire. The side where Kate's attention wandered to. The side where she sat, her back poised up against a dead log, her long legs shifting between scrunched up, bound by her arms and stretched out and soaking in the heat radiated off the burning driftwood onto her bare skin. Her warm, soft-

"I'll take that," came Melvin's voice and with it the tug of the stick from Kate's hand.

She was hopelessly distracted; had been all day. It wasn't her fault. No living person should carry the laugh of two dozen angels or smile with the glow of the damn sun. How could anyone expect to carry on a conversation when the alternative was to stumble over words in lieu of hearing her voice instead. Or better yet, why would anyone remember how to swim when that was simply a distraction from watching the controlled, focused way she slid through the water. And certainly why would Kate Kane give a fuck about the bubbling skin of a marshmallow when she could watch the orange light flicker and glow off her skin.

"You could go talk to her."

"You say that like I'm a six year-old with a crush."

"Aren't you?" James asked.

It annoyed her when James chimed in. It wasn't because she didn't like James. It was that if James was clued in, it meant something incredibly obvious was being said.

Kate opened her mouth to argue but was rendered speechless when she looked up to see the spot opposite her sat empty. Her eyes darted around, squinting into the darkness beyond in search of her. She couldn't have just disappeared. Maybe she'd-

"Hey, what does a girl need to get a toasted marshmallow around here?"

Kate choked. On what, she had no idea. It was probably her spit, but that was more mortifying to admit than pretending it was a fly or the wind or something invisible.

"Wh-I-uh…"

To a third-party observer, the comical timing of Melvin's arm thrusting the marshmallowed skewer back into Kate's personal space would have triggered a laugh track. Fortunately for Kate, she was the only witness, but even then she still nearly dropped the gift horse onto the sand as he handed off the sugary baton.

"Uh, yea, I… er, I've been known to, you know… er, roast a good marshmallow."

Kate Kane was not normally an idiot, but somehow Sophie Moore had a knack for jamming the signal between Kate's brain and her mouth. Saying she regressed to a cavewoman was an insult to cavewomen. She was practically a potato. And honestly, even potatoes might object.

"Oh yea? You write your admissions essay on your unparalleled roasting abilities? That slow, rotisserie-style turning technique to ensure only the most consistent, caramelly, bubbly skin encapsulating the decadent, soft, gooshing center of the… uh, Kate?"

"Yea?"

"You're on fire."

Kate wished she was on fire. She wanted to roll right into the fire and face the same charred fate as her third failed marshmallow. Melvin and James didn't have the heart to laugh this time. Instead they flinched away, finding an adjacent log to occupy while the meltdown that was Kate's pride spilled onto the log and then the sand and then the fire and finally into the water beyond. Minnows were feasting on the remnants of Kate Kane. Her tombstone would surely read 'couldn't even roast a fucking marshmallow.'

"Here," Sophie smirked, slipping her fingers around the stick and tugging it away from Kate's unresponsive hand.

Kate relied on silence to guide the next few minutes. Silence and Sophie monologuing about the nuanced ways of properly toasting a marshmallow. The stick rolled seamlessly between Sophie's fingers, setting the pale pillow just within reach of the flickering flames. It was mesmerizing. If all Kate did for the rest of her life was watch Sophie Moore toast marshmallows, she'd be content.

At least, that was until Sophie proceeded to sandwich her perfectly roasted marshmallow between two graham crackers and a slice of Hershey's. Then Kate could have spent the rest of her life watching Sophie Moore bite into the s'more; bite into it and make an absolute mess of everything.

It was everywhere. Kate could have cared less about marshmallows ten minutes ago, but now she was so unbelievably jealous of the strings of melted sugar stretching and catching on Sophie chin, her cheek, her chest, her-

"You'd think I'd never eaten a s'more before. Is it kosher to just lick it off of everywhere?"

"I could help."

"What?"

Idiot.

"Uh, with the, uh… I can… here," Kate choked, swiping up a napkin and waving it a conservative distance from anywhere remotely close to Sophie's skin.

"That's not gonna cut it."

"The.. with the, I can… soap?"

"Soap?" Sophie chuckled. "On the beach."

"Sand?" Kate offered instead.

What a miserable existence. The only silver lining was that Kate had said two real words consecutively without stumbling over her tongue.

"Definitely more accessible but far from practical."

"Right."

"I have an idea."

Then Sophie stood up. Sophie stood up and stripped. Not completely, of course. That would have sent Kate into epileptic shock. No, Sophie did nothing that graphic, but the way she shimmied out of her shirt and cut-off shorts to reveal her bikini from earlier that afternoon set Kate's skin ablaze in a way that had nothing to do with the fire. Or the sun. Or the graveyard of burnt marshmallows.

"What are you doing?"

Four words. A new record.

"Well I'm not about to roll around in the sand."

Kate blinked. Processing. Whirring. Her brain flickered with understanding. "You're going into the water?"

"You coming?"

"Am I… w-with you?"

"Is there anyone else?"

"In the water."

Sophie's head turned in confusion, her eyes narrowing humorously back at Kate.

"You scared?"

"Scared? Me?" Kate repeated, and that's when she felt it: the flare of a challenge. Through months of skittishly toeing the edge, unable to articulate anything beyond a mound of farm animal noises, she had passively watched. She was an awkward observer around Sophie Moore. Nowhere else in her life did she occur this way, but Sophie was different. Kate wanted to impress her. She wanted to be smart and clever for her. She wanted to go toe-to-toe not because she wanted to beat her, but because Kate saw how Sophie could bring out the best in her. The only problem was Kate didn't know how to tap into that… until now.

She climbed to her feet faster than Sophie could register what was happening, and in the blink of an eye Kate had burst past her. "Last one in takes mess hall duty for a month!"

"Oh, you are on, Kane!"