#yelling tortoise

[thewhimsyturtle]

TGIF! Bring on the weekend noms! ☀️🐢🥳

#TGIF #RAWR #yelling tortoise #Friyay #Kirby #tortoise #Russian tortoise #Friday #gif #WHERE ARE MY NOMS #GRUMP #yawn #Kirby loves corners #corner #sunny #sunning #cute #animals

[amu-says-hav-says]

I can’t believe I went through all of Season 2 assuming Nina was the stand-in for Crowley when you actually pay attention it’s so CLEAR that she’s Aziraphale. I was tricked by her spiky, sarcastic, cynical outer shell and lulled into a false sense of security by Maggie’s bubbly optimism and wholesome goodness, because on the surface they reflect the ineffable husbands perfectly, in their personalities, their aesthetics, even many of their actions and morals. but not, and this is the real key, when it comes to their “relationship”. but those first impressions really had me damn fooled. 

I missed the blatantness of Nina’s “we’re just friends. actually we’re not friends. we barely know each other.” the same thing Aziraphale said in season 1.  the way he still struggles to quantify their friendship when Nina asks. Nina’s sarcasm when Crowley asks about rain and awnings because it worked for him (we all know it LMAO). hell, that whole convo the girls have in the rain is so AziraCrow (“I know. I’m not your type” “...You have no idea” hits so much harder the second time, help meeeee.) “Lindsay” maybe being symbolic of Heaven and Aziraphale’s toxic relationship with them and their abuse? (the handwritten text messages in red pen make me think of angry notes on paperwork, anyone else?) because Crowley has never actually cared about what Hell thinks of him, just not getting into trouble (or him or Aziraphale getting hurt). Maggie is always chasing Nina. NINA NEVER GOES IN THE RECORD STORE. Just like Crowley always goes to the bookstore, to Aziraphale, Zira NEVER WENT TO THE FLAT (apart from The Swap but that doesn’t count imo). Crowley has always chased Zira, not the other way around. Always there to rescue him, always going to him for company, always relying on their shared connection, always US. OUR SIDE. All through season one, he comes to Zira every time to work together, never trying to work alongside Hell in any way that isn’t to save their skins or Earth, while Zira hides things from Crowley because he STILL thinks Heaven is ultimately good and will do the right thing if he can just show them. fix it from the inside. 

Maggie working up the courage to finally say something, to put herself out there, while Nina is utterly oblivious and then when she does realise Maggie has feelings, becoming standoffish, putting up that barrier, fighting it, denying it, ITS SO CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE IN THAT ORDER. the way I was fooled into thinking Nina’s trust issues are Crowley because he does have trust issues ofc he does BUT Crowley has ALWAYS TRUSTED AZIRAPHALE. has always relied on him. has always been hurt when Aziraphale doesn’t immediately reciprocate the way he expects (the holy water request, the bandstand, the “off in the stars” etc). he’s always the one putting himself forward. Aziraphale has always been the one to second guess everything, to fight their connection, their similarities, their friendship. the girls really made me think it was going to be okay when they sat Crowley down, even as my inner sirens were going haywire about Metatron interfering, they were telling Crowley he just needs to open up and it’ll all work out BUT HE’S ALREADY AT THAT POINT. he may not say it, and by gosh is that part of their damn problem, but he’s always SHOWN IT. he’s not Nina who needs time to heal and recover from her broken trust, he’s always been Maggie believing it doesn’t matter, they’ll end up together in the end anyway AND I WALKED RIGHT INTO THE TRAP THAT THIS MEANT THEY WERE GOING TO BE OKAYYYYYYYYYYY

#good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 #GO2 #GO2 spoilers #ineffable husbands #not me going to my basically unused sideblog that isn't GO related because I NEED TO YELL THIS SOMEWHERE #I mean outside of the relationship thing there are so many ways #that Nina and Crowley line up and Zira and Maggie #but the girls story isn't about them as people #it's about this relationship the boys are tryna push on them and what that relationship reflects about the boys #anyway I'm on my first rewatch for all the clue I missed #so I imagine I'll only spot more clues to berate myself about as I go #HOW DID I FALL FOR ITTTTTT #I can't believe I was so blind #OFC the Disaster Puppy Lesbian was Crowley #and OFC the Emotionally Abused Tortoise was Aziraphale

[ducktracy]

#looney tunes #lt #polls #mel yell #tumblr polls #Tortoise Wins by a Hare #clampett

[tortoisebore]

Hey! Can I ask when the new chap can be expected? I’m so existed

i don’t have a super accurate timeline bc i have about 800-1k words left to write and i think this last chunk is going to need quite a bit of editing,……,but tentatively sometime in the next 48 hours 🫡

#u ask tortoise answers #anon #hey sharpshooter #this is my current assessment looking at the draft rn #pls don’t yell at me if for some reason it’s not up in 48 hours pls ily #this chapter is going to end up at like 21k+ words have mercy

[pynkhues]

did you watch Nope?

I haven't seen it yet! It's been on my list since it came out, but my movie watching's been really scatter shot the last few months unfortunately due to family and work stuff.

I'm having a movie night with my sister and nephews tonight though, so I'll see if she wants to watch it after we put them to bed.

#taking suggestions for movies for five and six year old boys #we watched the original lion king and little mermaid last night and they loved both a lot #the five year old was hypnotised by atlantis after we'd been at the beach all day haha #he's obsessed with turtles at the moment and yelled in joy at the shot during kiss the girl when the bird started #playing the tortoise belly like a drum #(i've been my sister's support person during mediation for her divorce and now in the lead up to family court and let me tell you #it's been A Time) #men were a mistake #and i need to pinpoint the moment that happens because these little boys are the sweetest gentlest little things #anyway #their bedtime is 7.30 so then it's time for grown up movies haha #nope #film asks #welcome to my ama

[snickerdoodlles]

Cookie why did you reblog that one photoset 12 million times ina. Row. . Cookie help my surrounded by this Guy

i work hard to put jeff satur on our dashes three times a day plus snacks for night and this is what i get for gratitude smh

#(teasing!!!) #but fr: I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN TO #TUMBLR GLITCHED AND I YELLED AT IT AND SCARED IT #into reblogging it 10 fucking times in a row #im honestly laughing this is what tumblr gets for always eating mine and tortoises DMs about jeff

[thefanficmonster]

Piss off your parents pt.1

PART 2

PART 3

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Friends to Lovers, Fake Dating, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: You just wanted to rebel a little, how did it get to this?

"Y/N, you're fucking insane." Colby grumbles, struggling as he unbuckles one of his best friends out of the backseat of his car. She, however, seems completely unbothered by him maneuvering her into an upright position. She's giggling, actually, a direct contrast to her mascara streaked cheeks. She's drunk, wasted. Three sheets to the wind, if you will.

He already had to put two other drunk messes to bed tonight, Y/N's his third. He should be getting paid per person and per difficulty. Nate was the easiest to subdue, followed by Sam who put up a brief 'I'm not even drunk, dudeeee' kind of fight. And now her.

The party was at Sam's house so the previous two didn't require any special treatment other than being dunked into Sam's bed. Y/N however...

She'd pleaded with Colby, the most sober one of the bunch, to just let her be. Let loose, get drunk, flirt around a bit. That being said, four hours later - two hours past her curfew - when he tried prying her away from the drink table she put up one hell of a fight.

"You have the balance of a newborn giraffe! You're done! I'm cutting you off!" He'd yelled over the music, hearing his own parents' scolding in his tone but he ignored it. He had to take on the parenting role with his friends, it was his turn after all. He knows they'd do the same - they've done the same - when he was plastered. He owed them the same curtesy. Especially Y/N.

She's usually on parenting duty, not really on the heavy drinker side. But after the fight with her parents she told him about earlier, he can't blame her for wanting to drown it out with a few extra shots.

A few too many extra shots.

He was planning on just safely storing her in one of the guestrooms for the night and playing nurse the following morning when all three would undoubtedly have a hangover. But that's when Y/N's cognitive thought kicked in.

"My parents are gonna kill me if I don't make it home tonight! I can't sleep here!" She was - and still is - heavily slurring her words but the thought of further pissing off her folks drove her into an almost sobering panic. "Call me an Uber while I find my shoes. What time is it?"

Colby had carefully dodged around answering that question, knowing it would send her into a full blown heart attack knowing she was running so late. He tried telling her on time but she'd blown him off, saying she didn't care about the stupid curfew or at least that's how much he'd caught from her string of slurred rambles.

"You're not getting an Uber at this hour. Come on, I'll drive you." He'd said reassuringly as he picked up one of her stray shoes.

They soon found the second one and her missing purse and within fifteen minutes they'd gotten in his car and were gliding down the road with the speed of a tortoise. At this point in time Colby was neither drunk nor tipsy but that didn't stop him from sweating bullets as he operated the vehicle.

"I don't wanna go to Barton!" He'd believed she was asleep after the long stretch of silence following their departure so her sudden exclamation was quite startling.

"You won't, Y/N. You're coming with us to LA, remember?" He believed in that lie as much as she did, but he needed to soothe her somehow.

"Not according to mom! I'm gonna be stuck here in Kansas all my life!" Her anger was now engulfed by sobs Colby gently offered tissues for.

He stayed quiet and let her ramble, only partially listening to the words spilling directly from her heart. He especially tried drowning out the part where she went on a whole rant abut her massive crush on Nate.

But, alas, he wasn't successful, seeing as how he was white-knuckle-gripping the steering wheel more than half the way to her house.

That's how they've ended up here - one a giggly and mascara stained drunken mess and the other a bitter and regretfully sober babysitter. Well, babysitter, Uber driver and therapist all in one. He really should start charging for his services.

He wraps one of Y/N's arms around his shoulders, securing it there by holding her hand while his other arm fixates itself around her waist to keep her upright and at least semi steady on her feet.

With a silent prayer, he tries pushing the front door open with zero luck. It's locked.

He's cycling through all the stages of grief as he comes to terms with the fact that he will, unfortunately, have to ring the bell and alert Y/N's parents of their arrival.

He does just that, although quite begrudgingly, sighing heavily when he sees a light turn on through one of the windows. The sound of oncoming footsteps follows.

His eyes are soon met with the unpleasant glare of Y/N's mom who - as he's picked up on from their handful of interactions - already isn't very fond of him.

Just him!

She's lovely to Sam and Nate, but he's not extended the same curtesy. You can visibly see the air around her get colder when she approaches him whereas she's always been so kind and welcoming to the other two people in their friend group. He hasn't been able to figure out why. Bringing it up to Y/N proved futile as she just shrugged and shook her head.

"No clue, Colbs. But don't take it personally. She's just like that." She had said, but it didn't sit right with Colby. It made no sense. And it continues to bother him.

And unnerve him, specifically now as he's being stared down by her icy gaze.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs. Y/L/N....just bringing Y/N home. She had a little too much to drink." There's no way in hell he could've concealed her drunkenness. She's hanging off of him with her head bowed, her hair forming a curtain over her face. He wouldn't be surprised if he were to find her already asleep.

"You know where her room is." There's an edge to her scoff that could slit a man's throat, but Colby chooses not to dwell on it. Truly, he can't, seeing as how she's already moving away from the doorway and down the hall into the living room, leaving him to deal with the mess she thinks he caused.

He can't find it in himself to be offended right now, although he probably will be later. He has bigger fish to fry.

And so, with his options limited, he opts to pick her up bridal style so he can easily carry her up the stairs. He hopes to God her parents don't see this and get the wrong idea.

Oh if he only knew what's to come...

As carefully as he can, he settles his unconscious best friend on her bed, tucking her in. He's murmuring reassuring words under his breath as he does so, not sure if they're meant for her or him but in the end it all works out.

"Night, Y/N." With that whispered in the darkness of the room and a gentle kiss on her temple, he makes his exit, briefly stopping at the bottom of the stairs to peek into the living room, "Good night, Mrs. Y/L/N."

"It's almost morning." Her reply is on-par with most of their interactions so he just pushes past it, shaking his head slightly before leaving out the front door.

As he does so, he notices the sky has taken on a brighter shade of blue, signaling Y/N's mom really wasn't exaggerating. With a sigh, he gets back behind the wheel, heading to Sam's house to check on his other two patients.

* * * * *

Her head is pounding but you'd never be able to tell from the giant grin on her face as she sprints through the neighborhood, skipping through backyards and hopping the occasional fence to cut the trip short. The strap of a duffle bag is slung over her shoulder, she's clutching onto it tightly. It has all her belongings in it, after all. It's of upmost importance she doesn't lose it.

That's be rather unfortunate right after spontaneously moving out, wouldn't it?

She wouldn't say she got kicked out of the house per-se. That would indicate that she was thrown out against her will. Quite the contrary actually. She was more than happy to leave. Had she known those were the magic words, she would've said them so much sooner.

She catches herself before she can make a face-first collision with Sam's front door, stopping to catch her breath and knock a couple of times. And a couple more times. And a few more times.

It's safe to say she's impatient. But with the news she has, you can't blame her.

"Stop! Stop!" A disheveled Sam finally opens the door, one hand partially covering his pale face, "Too loud..."

Y/N gives herself a moment to feel guilty and hug him apologetically before dashing inside. "Colby's here, right?"

"Yeah!" She hears his voice coming from the kitchen and immediately makes a beeline in his direction, dropping her bag in the foyer.

Upon entry, she finds Colby and Nate sitting by the kitchen island, both in different stages of 'the morning after'. Despite the crippling headache, however, the latter finds it in him to give her a genuine smile, sliding off the stool to envelop her in a hug.

"Aww, is someone hungover?" She mocks Nate, sneaking a sip from his Gatorade.

"Hey!" He complains, reaching over to snatch the bottle from her, "Give it back! I need it way more than you do."

Colby, unable to stomach their interaction - for reasons he doesn't want to get into right now - busies himself by looking down at his phone.

He's known of Y/N's little crush on Nate for months now. At first it was only speculation based off her demeanor around him. And then it was more like a punch to the gut when she tipsily confirmed it one night.

"Colbs?" Her voice snaps him out of his brief bitter spiral, forcing him to look up, "Can I borrow you outside for a sec?"

He's struggled with saying 'no' to her since the day they met. Not that he wants to turn her down, he just wishes he could.

And wishes she didn't. Without even knowing it. Turn him down, that is.

With a nod, he follows her out to the patio where the sun isn't kind to either of them, adding gasoline to the fire of their raging hangovers.

"Sup?" Try as he might, he has never been good at feigning nonchalance around her.

It's surprising to see her nervous. For once, he believes their playing field to be even. "So...I've got good news wrapped up in bad news."

Her words would panic him a lot more had she not come in like a force of nature with a gleaming smile adorning her face. Still, it's not at the top of the list of things he wants to hear on a Saturday morning. So, with an exaggerated sigh, he signals for her to continue, "I'm all ears. The last twenty four hours can't get much worse."

He watches her face twist as she cringes, well aware she's about to prove him wrong, "Well...." With a deep breath, she finally spits it out, "The good news is, I'm coming with you guys to LA."

Colby doesn't spare a second, momentarily forgetting the bad news she'd mentioned as he scoops her up in a hug, "No fucking way! Hell yeah! I fucking told you!" He can't describe the immense joy and relief he's feeling right now. "Kiss that Barton College shit goodbye!"

Giggling, Y/N kicks her feet, looking for solid ground beneath them. Not that she's in a rush to be set back down. In fact, for a split second, she wishes this moment could last forever.

But, she's aware it's impossible.

Suddenly, she feels guilt creeping in for even letting that thought run loose in her head. She doesn't even know how or why it popped up.

She just knows she's about to ruin it all.

"One problem..." It's actually far more than one, but they'll dissect that later on. She just has to get the main one out the way, "You see, how that came to be...."

"You have no shame! You get wasted at parties, break rules, come home past curfew." Mrs. Y/L/N's voice is shaking the house, echoing twice as loudly in Y/N's head as she's just trying to eat a bowl of cereal. "Random people are bringing you home at dawn!"

She has the gull to argue back, "Colby is not just some random person, mom!"

"Oh yeah, he of all people was the one bringing you home! What the hell, Y/N?!"

Her mom has never liked Colby. The problem is, no one knows why. Y/N isn't sure if her mom even knows why. She tried asking once, it didn't go over so well.

But that's when two and two click together into a four in her head - a bright idea. Actually, 'dim' would be better. Nothing bright is welcome within her proximity with the splitting headache she's nursing.

Without a second thought, she blurts out: "What's so wrong with having my boyfriend take me home after a party?"

Her words ring out like a gunshot in the quiet house. Yet they are nothing in comparison to the explosion of her mother's anger in response.

Colby's mouth is hanging open, his gaze piercing through more so than focusing on his friend.

She, on the other hand, is sweating bullets, anxiously waiting for him to say something and break the long silence that has fallen upon them. When he doesn't, she wills herself to whisper a mousy little "I'm sorry."

Finally, a voice leaves his parted lips: "Y/N, you're fucking insane."

#sam and colby #colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby brock fanfic #colby brock imagine #colby brock smut #colby brock fic #sam golbach smut #sam golbach imagine #sam golbach #nate hardy #nate hardy x reader #nate hardy imagine #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader #x reader #requests open

[6rookie-writer0110]

We didn't run out of time

The Incredibles x Male Reader

Request - how about Incredibles x Male Reader who's the oldest kid in the incredible family and his power was to manipulate kinetic energy like he tanks a punch from Mr incredible and can now use that energy to punch kick or headbutt something or someone with the same amount of force as that punch and is also very durable like falls from a plane and is totally also imagine after hero work he forgets to release the kinetic energy and lightly kicks a bouncy ball and suddenly it's bouncing all over the room and knocking/breaking stuff

Your parents left you in charge of your brothers and sister. Your parents went out for date night and you don't want anything to ruin their night.

“Mom and Dad left me in charge,” You said.

“We know, we were there before they left. I'm hungry and I don't want vegetables for dinner” Dash said.

“We are not eating ice cream for dinner,” You said.

“Why, not!?” Dash whined.

You are holding Jack-Jack, he is saying gibberish. You are the oldest son and sometimes they will leave you in charge when they go out etc. Sometimes, Dash would try to break the rules and you would try to stop him.

You did buy dinner and it was Chinese food. Dash raced to the table first, he grabbed the food and starts to eat it. You put Jack Jack in the high chair and you start to give him food. Everyone starts to eat and Jack-Jack is making a mess while he eats.

After dinner, you and Dash start to play video games. Violet is getting ready for her first date

“Are you going to make water come out of your nose?” Dash teased then laughed.

“Not funny!” Violet yelled.

He is still laughing and you tried to hold it in.

“Dash, leave her alone,” You said.

“Can't believe mom and dad let Violet go on a date” Dash said.

“Don’t embarrass me when he gets here, I mean it” Violet said.

“We won't embarrass you, stop being a drama queen,” You said.

“Whatever, Y/n” Violet said.

A bit later, Tony rang the doorbell. Violet tried to open it first but Dash used his speed to open the door, then you stand behind him.

“Hi, I’m Tony and I'm here to pick up Violet,” Tony said.

“Where are you taking her?” You asked.

“We will watch a movie then get something to eat,” Tony said.

“You better treat Violet right or I'm going after you” You said.

“Me too. We know where you live, Tony” Dash said.

You and Dash glared at him and he started to stutter.

“Leave him alone! We have to go! Oh, Y/n go check on Jack-Jack and he is- “ Violet said.

She rushed out of the house, and then you and Dash heard loud noises. You and Dash try to stop Jack-Jack from fighting the raccoon in the backyard. It took a while but you and Dash managed to break up the fight.

Later, while watching TV with your brothers suddenly robbers tried to break in.

“What do we do?” Dash asked.

“We are heroes. We will stop them, Dash get ready” You said.

“I’m ready, Y/n” Dash smirked.

Dash used his speed to mess with the robbers and take their weapons. Then Jack-Jack unexpectedly uses his laser eyes, then you use your energy to punch them through the wall.

“That was awesome!” Dash smiled.

He used his speed to tie up the robbers. Then your parents come home earlier and they are speechless.

“What happened?” Bob asked.

You and Dash started to talk once then Helen called the cops. Later, Violet came home and she couldn't stop smiling.

——

The next day… your mother Helen is making chocolate chip pancakes.

“Kids, breakfast is ready!” Helen yelled from the kitchen.

You, Violet, and Dash start to race.

“No point in running because I have speed, duh” Dash smirked.

You are holding your baby brother Jack-Jack.

“Have you heard of the story about The Tortoise and the Hare?” You asked.

“No. Why?” Dash asked.

“You should read it and you will know. Jack-Jack let's get cookies!” You smiled.

He loves cookies then he used teleportation. You and Jack-Jack beat Violet and Dash.

“Not fair! You cheated, Y/n” Dash said.

You, Violet, and Dash started to argue.

“Stop it! All of you are going to be quiet and eat the pancakes” Bob said.

You three didn't say anything.

“Now, you all can eat, and don't make a mess,” Helen said.

Everyone started to eat but Helen sighed, she was hoping no one would make a mess. You and Dash asked for more pancakes

✬ ✯ ✬ ✫

You and your family are trying to stop Syndrome. You are on the jet with your father, and the engine caught on fire.

“Let's jump on the count of three,” Bob said.

“I don't know about that,” You said.

He puts your hands on your shoulders and he knows that you are scared of heights.

“Three!” Bob yelled.

He pushed you out of the jet and you are screaming. Bob jumps out then you use your power manipulate kinetic energy, and you land on the ground so hard that it breaks in half and you aren't dead.

“Are you okay, son?” Bob asked.

“I need a minute,” You said breathing extremely hard.

The others got kidnapped, and now you and your dad have to stop Syndrome. It didn't take long to find them but Syndrome thinks he will win the fight.

“Just give up and I won't hurt them,” Syndrome said.

“We won't give up!” You yelled.

“We will fight as a family and we won't leave anyone beyond,” Bob said.

“Wake me up, when the lame speech is over” Syndrome laughed.

His robots arrived and they were huge.

“Get ready to fly,” Bob said.

“I’m ready, dad,” You said.

He picks you up then he throws you toward the robot. You punched through the robot and it collapsed. Then you start to fight Syndrome then your father joins and starts to help you.

After the fight, you and Bob found the others. They hugged you and Bob and you told them that you fought Syndrome.

✬ ✯ ✬ ✫

It started to snow and Dash woke up and he started to smile. He runs through the house to let everyone know that it's snowing outside. Now everyone is in the living room and Jack-Jack is playing with a ball.

“You all can play in the snow but wear gloves,” Helen said.

“Can we go outside right-” Dash said.

Jack-jack throws the ball at you, you try to kick it lightly but you forget to release your energy. The ball started to break everything in the living room, and Violet used her power to protect everyone. Bob used his strength to catch the ball.

“Y/n, you forgot to release your kinetic energy. We could have been hurt, we talked about this” Bob said.

“Sorry, dad. I forgot it won't happen again” You said.

“Your father is right. Go release your kinetic energy then you will play in the snow” Helen said.

“Okay, mom” You said.

You went to the training room to release your kinetic energy. Much later, you went outside to play in the snow with your family. Dash and Violet started to throw snowballs at you then your mom started to help you. Everyone is having fun throwing snowballs at each other.

Much later, everyone went inside and changed clothes. You helped your mother make hot chocolate and bake cookies.

#The Incredibles imagine #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #male reader insert #The Incredibles x reader #The Incredibles x male reader

[honoviadakai]

Rating the Hazbin crew based on how much I trust them to drive me places 🚗 😈

(This idea comes from @not-just-another-hazbin don’t think I didn’t see your reblog my friend, it’s been making me cackle for a week now 🤣)

Charlie 🏨🎶:

8/10

Oh this is the SAFEST person you could get in a car with

Although

9 times out of 10, she’s probably not the one driving

It would be Razzle and Dazzle

That being said

When she DOES drive, you’re guaranteed to get from point A to point B in one piece

She’s a little too safe though….

She follows all traffic laws to the letter

And that wouldn’t borne a problem…if you guys weren’t in hell

Traffic laws in hell are a suggestion more than anything else

So more often then not, people are yelling slurs and insults at you two

Also, she’s lowkey a s low driver

She refuses to go above 30mph unless absolutely necessary

And that’s usually never with her

So if you have an appointment at 4pm and she’s the one driving you

No you don’t

It’s at 2pm

3pm at latest

She honestly gives off massive “trying to be the cool mom” vibes when driving

But her some slack, it’s the daddy issues that make her give that vibe

Vaggie 🦋🗡️:

8/10

She’s pretty ok at driving tbh

She’s gonna keep you safe and she’s more than capable of navigating you through the hellscape of hell’s roads

But her road rage is insane

Like you’d think someone like Husk has horrible road rage right?

Nah

It’s Vaggie

She genuinely might actually start ramming into people if they’re being truly unreasonably unhinged and threaten your safety

She truly just wants to keep you safe so that’s exactly what she’s gonna do

Just keep your seatbelt on…please

She’s also just not gonna let anyone eat in her car

No exceptions

Alastor🦌📻:

-100/10

Why…oh why in the ever loving FUCK would you get in a car where the RADIO DEMON was behind the wheel!?!

Get out of the car!

NOW!

He’s gonna cause an accident on the freeway on purpose!

And god help you if you say you’re in a hurry!

He’s gonna grove even slower than Charlie!

Like 5MPH kind of slow!

DO. NOT. LET. ALASTOR. DRIVE!

Angel Dust🕷️💕:

6/10

He’s an average driver tbh

Well…

When he’s being chill/sober

He’s pretty good at staying out of trouble and getting you from point A to B in the time you need

Now if he’s having a manic episode or had too much coke….

Please for the love of god buckle up

He’s speeding so fast it makes Sonic the Hedgehog look like a tortoise

He’s there for a good time, not a long time and he wants to see some shit get wrecked

But tbh he might not let you in the car if he’s doing this

He doesn’t care what happens to him

But you?

Your safety matters so much to him…

Thankfully he hasn’t done stuff like that in a long time so for the most part, he’s a good person to go to if you need a ride

Husk🐈‍⬛🥃:

9/10

He’s got the soul of a grumpy old man and he drives like one too

First of all

He’s gonna complain when you ask him to take you anywhere

He’s gonna drive you ofc

But he’s gonna act like you took him away from something important

It was booze

You took him away from his quiet drinking time

How dare you

He’s gonna get you from point A to B as quickly and as safely as he can

Nothing crazy, he just wants to hurry back home with as little chaos happening as possible

Low key I feel like he plays country, blues and/or rock music from around the time he was alive

It’s mostly sad music if you really listen to the lyrics

He honestly doesn’t care if you eat in the car but if you make a mess, he’s making you clean it

It’s honestly like getting a ride from you’re very tired and jaded uncle

Niffty🐞🪡:

-90/19

No

Absolutely not

First of all

Look at her

She’s like 3 ft tall

How is she supposed to reach the pedals or look over the steering wheel????

Second

Even if she was tall enough to drive properly….would you honestly get in the car with her???

The best way I can explain her driving….

And even then…I think she’s 1000 times worse than this guy

She’d tumble it hard enough to make it explode while you’re both still inside

And she’s laugh gleefully….

Just get a cab…it’s much safer

Sir Pentious🐍🥚:

-60/10

Ok

I know he’s capable of piloting his war machine

But piloting a ship and driving a car and very different for him

Ships are easy for him

But cars????

It’s like reading a foreign language to him

You’ll eventually reach your destination sure

But the town you just passed through is somehow on fire

And so is the car

And it’s only being held together by duct tape and prayers…

Just walk

Your chances of coming home in once piece is much higher that way

#Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #Vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #Alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #Angel Dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #Husk #Husker #hazbin hotel husk #Niffty #hazbin hotel niffty #sir pentious #hazbin hotel sir pentious

[keiththecat]

The Tortoise and The Hair

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (You)

Summary: You've been hunting with the Winchester brothers for a while, and you've developed feelings for the older Winchester. Unbeknownst to you, he has feelings for you as well. Will you both admit to these feelings when a coincidence brings emotions to a head?

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: 18+, cursing, male nudity (shower), pistol mention, knife mention

Author's Note: This is my first every fanfic! Y/N is your name, y/h/c is your hair color, and italics are thoughts. The mentions toward male nudity are not super detailed, but the mentions are there. Feedback is welcome! Thanks for reading <3

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the related characters. The Supernatural series is created by Eric Kripke and owned by The CW Network. This work of fan fiction is for entertainment only. I am not making a profit of any kind from this story. All rights of the original Supernatural series belong to The CW Network.

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"You've got to be kidding me." You run your hands through your hair in frustration.

"Sorry, Y/N, looks like another day without a hunt," Sam continues scrolling on his laptop, hoping he can find something to prove himself wrong, even if just to make you happy.

"There's got to be something. Come on, Sam, I can't be stuck here in the bunker again."

It's been weeks without a hunt. Not a single one. Sam has kept busy with research, but you've been itching to get away. Chuck only knows what Dean's been doing, he's been avoiding you every second of every day. You've even been starting to wonder if you should move out of the bunker and go back to your solo hunting ways. Your stuff is always mostly packed, you could be out of here in less than 3 minutes. Sam being like the brother you never had is the only reason you haven't yet. Well, that and your crush on the older Winchester.

"Y/N," Sam sighs, closing his laptop and crossing his arms on top of the table to look at you seriously. "There's more to this than just boredom, isn't there?"

You scoff, "of course not. I'm just bored. And itching for kills. You know me." You lie through your teeth, hoping Sam will accept this answer and drop it.

"Y/N, you know you can talk to me."

You stare at each other for several painful seconds before you break. "Fine. I just feel like Dean hates me."

Sam places his hand on yours. "You know that's not true. Why would you think that?"

You roll your eyes. "Come on, Sam. He avoids me at all costs. He doesn't even come out for meals together anymore. Let alone not talking to me, he doesn't even talk to you if I'm around! He just motions for you to follow him to another room. You can't honestly say he's happy I'm here." You get up to start walking away when you both hear Dean's yell from down the hall.

"Son of a BITCH!"

With one look at Sam and panic in your eyes, you both take off running.

*

A few moments earlier....

Dean:

Another boring day. Alone. Ever since you moved in months ago, Dean just can't seem to bring himself to have any one night stands. He tries his best not to ignore why that is. He'll just keep avoiding you and quietly checking with Sam about what's going on, if there are any leads on hunts, how you're doing...

No. He doesn't want to spiral down this hole again. He can't follow through. Bad things happen when he and Sam get involved with anyone. He won't subject you to that. Maybe if he keeps avoiding you, you'll get sick of it and leave the bunker, minimizing your risk of being targeted because of them. He's upset enough that Sam refuses to do the same, instead being nice to you all the time. Hell, you and Sam are practically inseparable, you even have movie nights together.

Maybe he can make his feelings for you go away if he avoids you enough. He can stop thinking about how you light up a room when you laugh, instantly making his mood brighter. Or how your cooking always smells the most delicious, even the most simple foods weave a decadent smell throughout the halls. Or how you're always waiting at the bottom of the stairs after the brothers run for supplies, smile on your face and arms wide open to hug Sam.

Maybe if I stop ignoring her, I could fall into those arms, hold her close, smell that enticing perfume of hers up close...

Somehow you've managed to integrate yourself into every aspect of his life, despite his attempts to keep you out. He's constantly finding your post-it notes with cute doodles in the most random of spots, inside kitchen cabinets and books that have been untouched for months. He even found one under the sink one day, a stick figure drawing wearing a trench coat, an arrow pointing from the word baby to the figure. Sam had to explain that one to Castiel, who then laughed and asked you excitedly if he could keep it.

He shakes his head and runs his hand down his face, as if that will clear the thoughts.

I need to think of annoying things about her. Reasons to keep my distance. Come on, there's got to be something.

And then it hit him. Your hair. Your beautiful, y/h/c hair that he would love to run his fingers through. No, not beautiful, he reminds himself, annoying. It's everywhere, even in rooms you don't frequent, even in rooms he's sure you've never been in.

He'll just have to hang on to this annoyance until he can think of more. If he can manage to think of more. This is useless, he sighs, grabbing his things to take a shower. At least I know I can waste time relaxing with a hot shower and not run into her there. He double checks to make sure the coast is clear in the hallway before heading toward the shower room, hearing muffled voices further down the hall but assuming it's you, busy helping Sam with research.

He gets to the shower room and sets up his things. He turns on the hot water, and steam starts filling the room immediately. He undresses, stepping under the water and letting the heat relax his muscles, tense from his endless debate about his feelings. He grabs his soap bar and starts cleaning, but he feels a tug when he starts to clean his member. Confused, he looks down, finding a long hair knotted around his most sensitive part.

He yanks on the hair, finding it stuck. He yanks harder, feeling a small sting followed by relief with the tension breaks the hair. With the hair pinched between his fingers, he brings it up closer to look at it under the light. He assumed it would be one of Sam's. They mix up their clothes in the laundry sometimes, it would make sense for it to be Sam's hair. But no, luck has never been on Dean's side. The hair is very distinctly from your head.

How did her hair even manage to get there? Damn it, I can't even escape her here... By myself... In the shower... When I haven't been around her for weeks.

He feels the frustration building and his fists clenching. Frustration at not being able to avoid you, at not truly wanting to avoid you, at his member having some semblance of contact with you but nowhere near the contact he desires. It builds and builds until he explodes, "Son of a BITCH!"

*

Y/N:

Sam rushes ahead of you toward Dean's yell, pistol already in his hands and raised by the time you both reach the shower room, ready for whatever fight he may find. You have a silver blade in your hand, fists raised, eyes scanning for a threat.

"What? What is it, Dean?" Sam asks urgently, not seeing any outward threats to everyone's safety. Dean spins around at the intrusion, eyes widening. You swear you see panic in his eyes when they connect with yours, then Dean frantically grabs his towel, wrapping it around his waist to hide his lower half. You try your hardest to stay focused and not get distracted by his bare chest.

"What is it? Look at it!" Dean yells at Sam, shoving his right hand toward Sam's face, thumb and pointer finger pinched together.

Sam slowly lowers his gun, looking between Dean's hand and his eyes several times in disbelief. "You yelled about a hair??"

"Look at it!" Dean insists, "it's hers!" He gestures toward you with his hand, still holding the pinched hair.

You furrow your brow, "so? It's just a hair? I have a lot of it. I'm sure that's not the only one in here."

"It wasn't just in here. It was wrapped around my head!" Dean yells.

You and Sam look at each other, shrugging. "I fail to see the issue here," the younger Winchester states.

"You know," Dean continued, "my head." He emphasizes the last word with a gesture toward his lower half.

You and Sam look at each other again, eyebrows raised, then Sam throws his head back and bursts into laughter. You lock your eyes back on Dean, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Dean's face is red with anger and what you think might be a touch of embarrassment. "Sammy, it's not funny. It was knotted and I had to pull it! What if it did any damage?"

"Oh, well Chuck forbid my hair do damage to your most prized possession," you mumble under your breath. Sam hears you, making him laugh even harder, doubling over and wiping his eyes.

"What did you say?" Dean asks, dropping his hand and, finally, the hair.

"Nothing," you say, looking away.

"That's it. Sammy, grab her. We're shaving her head," Dean threatens, taking a half step toward you.

"Dean, come on," Sam says, still lightly laughing. "You have to admit, it's kind of funny."

"Is it, Sammy? It's bad enough I can't stop thinking about her all the-" Dean stops himself, slamming his mouth shut.

Your jaw drops. You swear time stops. Have you been wrong this whole time? Could it be possible he has feelings for you too?

Dean quickly leaves, while you stand there frozen in shock. Sam watches his brother go, then turns to you, "you okay?"

"He likes me too, doesn't he, Sam?"

Sam just looks at you silently for a moment, then puts a hand on your shoulder. "I swore I'd never say anything. He thinks he's helping to protect you. He's... not good at this kind of thing."

You're in shock. Or dreaming. There's no other logical explanation. You're thrilled because he likes you too, but also heartbroken that he thinks this is protecting you. You, a hunter for your entire life, who did it all by herself until running into the Winchesters, who took down vampire nests and demons and everything inbetween with minimal or no injuries, are seen as weak in his eyes?

Leaving Sam behind, you storm down the hall to Dean's bedroom door and pound on it several times. "Go away, Sam," you hear through the door.

"It's me. We need to talk."

After several long seconds, you resign yourself to accepting he's not going to open it. Just as you're getting ready to leave, it opens just enough to reveal Dean, stone faced and fully dressed, wet hair sticking up at odd angles.

"Can I come in?" You ask. He wordlessly opens the door a fraction more and steps to the side for you to enter.

You walk past him a few steps and turn toward him as he closes the door. "I know you're better with actions than with words, so I'm gonna talk and I just want you to listen, okay? I'm not weak. I don't need you to protect me. I can make my own choices. And I choose you. And I'm not going to pretend to know what could happen in the future. But I know that if you watch my back and I watch yours, we can handle anything this world, Heaven, or Hell could throw at us."

You slowly drift closer to him as you continue, "I won't pretend to know every little thing about you, but I do know you, Dean. I know how loyal you are. And how you will always put yourself in harm's way to protect those you care about. How you blame yourself for every loss. How you like to sit outside on quiet nights and look at the stars, enjoying the peace that has been so rare in your life."

You're in his space now, and you reach up to place your hand on his cheek. He leans into your hand, closing his eyes. "I don't know how to do this, Y/N."

"Me neither, Dean. But how about we take a leap of faith together and we can figure it out?"

He opens his mesmerizing green eyes, and you notice unshed tears building up in them. Then, faster than you can blink, his lips are on yours.

You always thought the cliche of seeing fireworks was just that, a cliche. But you'll be damned if you're not seeing entire light shows behind your eyelids right now. Every nerve ending in your body lights up as if on fire. Arms wrapped around each other, you and Dean are pressed so close together, not even air can pass between you. He licks your lower lip, asking permission, and you open without hesitation. Your tongues battle for dominance until you can't breathe, and you break apart, both gasping for air.

"So I guess that's it then, huh, sweetheart?" he rasps, smirking, leaning his forehead on your own.

"Guess so, tough guy. Who would have thought my hair would be the key," you laugh.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #female reader #supernatural #dean winchester x you #dean x you #spn imagine #supernatural imagine #spn #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #sam winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fic #dean x y/n #pov you #pov dean #keiththecat

[thewhimsyturtle]

Look, Mom!  I shoved my plastic plants out of my favorite corner and now I’m squashing them!

HEY, get your finger out of MY photos!

#look at me #RAWR #posing for the camera #EXCUSE ME #Kirby #tortoise #Russian tortoise #GRUMP #yelling tortoise #gif #plastic plants #proud #HARUMPH #silly #cute #animals

[6vaguebook]

Excerpts from that Greek myth thing I'm barely working on PT.2

(All still from Ares's POV)

“Hephaestus set his hammer on fire, then frowned at it like he was wondering why someone would set his hammer on fire.”

“Demeter strapped a scythe to a tortoise’s back and let it roam around, looking ridiculous but very pleased with itself.”

“Grey-eyed Athena, they called her. More like no-eyed Athena, because she might as well have been blind.”

“ ‘GREAT WIND GOD AEOLUS!’ Hermes yelled, his voice echoing off the mountains. ‘I don’t know if you know this,’ he continued, not quite as loudly. Ares hoped he wasn’t rhyming intentionally. They were lucky enough not to be in a musical, and he would like to keep it that way.”

#Do #do you get it #Is it funny #Please tell me it's funny #please please please #greek myths #greek gods #Greek mythology #Hephaestus #Ares #Athena #Hermes #aeolus

[ducktracy]

#looney tunes #lt #mel yell #polls #tumblr polls #tortoise wins by a hare #clampett

[coreofmyfruits]

Horidiculture

★ Hebert West x Dan Cain

Warnings: gore, violent tendencies, cannon typical violence, sharp objects (shears), gardening

Summary: Dan likes pruning his plants, Herbert likes pruning people's skin and limbs. Will Dan get to up keep his plants or will Herbert hack his way into the only thing Dan enjoys doing anymore.

Note(s): Herbert west Dan Cain??? Oh God I hope they don't do anything like malpractice or gay stuff...

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Snip. Dan trimmed his Hyacinths he could hear Herbert rummaging around in the basement, probably looking for something. Snip. "DAN?!" He heard his name be called after a loud crash had come from the little window behind him. Snip. Herbert broke something and he needs his help. Snip. "Dan- Dan where are you?!" Dan feels a vein pop out on his forehead. Snip. The little window slides open with a slam. Snip. "Dan! Dan! one of my reanimations is going bonkers- Dan are you listening!" Dan isn't listening. Snip. "Dan- AH!" Herbert is being dragged away from the little window. Snip. Dan should go down to the basement and kill the thing that's going 'bonkers'.

Sigh

Dan places his pruning shears on the trashcan lid next to him replacing them with a flathead shovel. He stalks into the house shovel in hands ready for combat- or whatever could be thrown at him when he enters the basement. It only takes him 30 agonizingly fast seconds to get to the basements door and one second to swing said door open and 15 whole seconds to see Herbert being thrown around and chased at the bottom of the stairs.

Dan doesn't need to tighten his grip on the shovel or think of what he has to do when he gets even just halfway down the stairs because Herbert is already yelling at him from the other half of the basement when he's only two steps down. He doesn't quicken his pace any more than the slow trudging pace he has been descending at the entire time since he put his shears down.

"DAN! Dan! The neck Dan- hurry!" Dan does just that and with one swing to the neck with Dan's sharpened shovel the neck gets severed in two.

Herbert adjusts his tortoise shell frames back so they cover his brow bone and eyes, wiping any oozed goo that had accumulated on the glass or his skin.

Dan turns around bringing the shovel back to his side and makes his way back up the stairs again face stoney and unfazed. He doesn't close the basement door behind him on his way out either, he knows Herbert will fallow him up and out to the garden anyways. Herbert is always itching to fill Dan in on his new findings, Dan just wants to trim his plants before his next shift. Herbert just doesn't seem to get the message. Dan often finds Herbert to be like crawling ivy, clingy and annoying. No matter how much Dan clips and tugs down Herbert's vines they always come back somehow more tangled rooted and thick.

Once he's back outside he places the shovel down hoses it off and only about 40 seconds into his aggressive hosing off he hears Herbert's feet patter behind him- he's late- he's muttering too his words go in one of Dan's ears and out the other- he's neurotic and he's late- Dan switches the hose to jet. He does this everytime and everytime Herbert seems to be louder than the water bouncing off the metal of his shovel. Herbert west is never late, he concludes. This seems to itch at Dan.

"your late." His words cut off Herberts frantic analysis. Herbert is transfixed and embarrassed. Dan realized his apprehension and plucked it out like he was plucking out a tumor. This fact irritates Herbert. "Why? Why were you late Herbert?"

"What do you mean- I wasn't late. Dan are you ok? Are the shifts at the hospital getting to you? You know I could-" Click. The hose is switched off and Dan doesn't turn around to look at Herbert. Dan is silent this irritates Herbert.

Herbert watches as Dan picks up his pruning shears. Snip. A dead leaf pruned. Snip. Dan has moved to the next one. Snip. Another dead leaf. Snip. Herbert watches the rudimentary triming of the black dahlias. Snip. Dan doesn't hack at plants usually especially not his flowers. Snip. Dan has decapitated a perfectly bloomed dahlia he doesn't give it a glace and it falls to the concrete below him. Herbert watches his partner turn to move on to the next bushel. He watches Dan lift his left foot to walk and almost crush the perfect bloom under his work boots.

"Dan." Suddenly his left hand his wrapped around his colleagues solid arm, Herbert appreciates the muscle flexing under his palm. He pulls Dan to face him and Dan completely misses the flower with his foot as he is turned.

Herbert's hold grounds him in place and roots him to the floor. Dan doesn't feel his eyes twitch and his face muscles quirk but he doesn't need to because he watches Herbert's eyes snap around his expressions like they're words in a textbook. Suddenly he wants stick his shears into Herbert's neck and watch him spurt out blood until he drops dead. He knows that won't happen and he knows it won't work.

"Yes."

"You're hack jobbing."

"Okay?"

"You don't hack job Dan- you never hack job."

Sigh

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"Ye-"

Slap

"Dan listen to me you don't hack job and you especially dont- almost- step on perfect blooms." Herbert is right, he's always right and Dan sets down his shears back onto the trashcan lid.

His shoulders slack and he can feel the sun beating down on his neck and shoulders, he can also feel Herbert's hand clenched around his bicep. With his shears not in his hand any longer he doesn't feel the need to shear Herbert's neck, he honestly wishes he still did but he doesn't.

His pulse is rampant he's sure his partner can tell. He's certain because he watches his partner's hand fall. Somehow he can always tell when he's worked up and ready to snap. He admires Herbert for that he wishes he could communicate that to him but the words never spill and Everytime they bile at the back of his throat he chokes them back down. "Herbert..."

"Don't start." He doesn't. "Look Dan, you hosed off your shovel you pruned your flowers you didn't shear off my head. Dan you- your-"

"Thank you Herb." For once Herbert is the one who's choked on his words. Sounds of his usually overly oiled cogs in his head jam.

"No problem. Well I was saying that the serum is slowly regressing not in its effects of bringing back life- no- it's regressing in the way that..."

They both make it to the sliding glass door, Dan shuts the screen closed. Herbert is a few steps ahead, he always is. He's sputtering about the serum Dan doesn't care but he fallows him back to the basement down the stairs and back to where the separate dead head and body lay spread out.

He watches his partner jump around the basement in a fond sputter, he trails behind and only picks up on the important words. He doesn't mind he knows his place where he stands and where he fallows. He knows who he is here and he's sure his partner knows this too.

"Dan- Dan are you paying attention? I said to place the scalpel to the left not the right, Dan I'm left handed remember."

"Yes Herb I remember."

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Wooo hoo! They did malpractice (on the down low) and did hints of gay stuff!!! What a pair of guys- I hope they kiss...

#reanimator 1985 #reanimator #bride of reanimator #reanimation #reanimator fanart #reanimator fan fic #fan fic writing #fan fiction #dan cain #danbert #herbert west #mlm

[presumenothing]

random thought: the novel-drama changes in fdb's whole personality aside from making much more adorable television almost become a necessary corollary/consequence(?) considered in light of the differences in llh himself. in the novel it's never shown how they first met – the story already starts with them having known each other for six years (literally as long as llh has been out in the jianghu) and being comfortable around each other. and while llh does in fact just vanish with his whole damn house whenever he likes (fdb is described to be 破口大骂ing at this tortoise tendency for fifteen minutes at least once) it's never shown to be an active evasion like in the drama – the guy just can only be found when he wants to let you find him, as fdb himself notes after said episode of Old Man Yells At Cloud Empty Real Estate

which is fine! they have separate lives and everything! which is also to say that novel!llh specifically has an actual life and existence of his own that is not Revenge Quest 2.0™ since that doesn't exist here to start with, and also also to say that this fdb, with his notably non-loyal-wideeyed-puppy stickier-than-glutinous-rice tendencies, would likely never have become friends or even familiar acquaintances with drama!llh's avoidant ass

#mysterious lotus casebook #.....not to be a mystery fan on main again but like. watson (pre-marriage) vs hastings etc etc #orrrrr oh what's the other one i can never spell his name. satterthwaite(??) #novel!llh probably wishes he could pull off mysterious mr quin but alas his mischief gremlin energy is too strong for that #ramble tag

[booksndpoetry]

The Tortoise and The Hare

m.list

A/N: Something I wrote while listening to the Stray Kids song, 'The Tortoise and the Hare' and wanted it to be sweet but now I don't know what this is.

Word Count: 292 words.

Characters: Seo Changbin X Gender-Neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humour

Warnings/Triggers: None I can think of- Oh! Changbin's biceps.

“You know”, Changbin begins, “If we were animals, you’d be a hare, and I’d be a tortoise.” 

You squint and glare at your boyfriend, from your seat across the living room, both from being interrupted from reading a really good fic, and the fact that he basically roasted you after referring to you as the hare from the popular story. 

“Please elaborate.” You give him a sickly-sweet smile while crumpling the empty paper cup you had just finished drinking from. Aggressively, to make sure he hears it.  

“Looking at it, you’re always chasing words and running so fast. Sometimes you run so fast I almost feel like I might lose you out of my sight. But, I’m a tortoise. And I’m nothing if not a winner. I will always be there to catch you. The world is round, isn’t it?”

“I can’t believe you just said something so sweet and here I was ready to throw hands with you”, you offer him a grin and saunter up to him to feel his arms. They feel nice. Amazing actually. 

“Sometimes, I think you spend time with me just for my arms.” He rolls his eyes. 

“Wait, only sometimes? You should know me better than that. I always spend time with you just for your arms.”

He shoves you off him like you’re nothing but a stick, and you fall from the couch. His eyes widen, and he immediately scrambles towards the door, holding it in front of him like a shield. You slowly stalk towards him, and he bolts out the door. Maybe you really were a hare, and he was about to be your prey.

“Hares are herbivores, right? Please don’t kill me.” Changbin yells, even as he runs farther from you. 

#+booksndpoetry #straykidsland #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids #skz changbin #changbin x reader #changbin x y/n #changbin fluff #fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #writing #stayblr #writeblr