#I LITERALLY SAW THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AND WAS LIKE NO FUCKING WAYYYYY

[baycitystygian]

y’all I am going absolutely feral. I’ve been glued to this one show lately and it’s a 90’s sitcom called Caroline In The City and it’s driving me crazy. I love it. I love the characters (except Charlie but he doesn’t get a super huge amount of screen time so like. whatever) and the main ship is just so fucking GOOD and the writers are dragging this out so bad. literally giving me ship blueballs and I hate thisssssssss just let them be happy already 😭

#I THINK THEY WERE TRYING TO BE FRASIER #CAUSE LIKE. THEY DEFINITELY HAD A LOT OF RELATIONSHIP PLOT POINTS IN COMMON WITH DAPHNE AND NILES. SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU CARE. #IM ONLY ON SEASON THREE SO DONT SPOIL ANYTHING FURTHER #BUT LIKE. IT STARTED OFF WITH THE GUY PINING FOR THE GIRL. CHECK. THEN THE GIRL GETS FEELINGS FOR THE GUY BUT OOPS THE GUY IMPULSIVELY- #GOT MARRIED TO SOMEONE HORRIBLE. ALSO BACKING IT UP A LITTLE THE GIRL WAS ENGAGED TO SOMEONE ELSE BUT IT DIDNT WORK OUT #ALSO I HAVE TO SCREAM ABOUT RICHARD OR I WILL IMPLODE #RICHARD IS *THE* POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW TO END ALL POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOWS #HES HANDSOME AND DORKY AND BROODY WITH REALLY PRETTY BIG EYES AND HE HAS NEVER COMMITTED A WAR CRIME BUT IF HE DID HE WOULD HAVE EARNED IT #THE MAN PUT UP WITH SO MUCH. POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW BASICALLY GETS TORTURED EVERY EPISODE. HES EARNED A LITTLE HOMICIDE. AS A TREAT. #also sorry for all caps but I’m REALLY REALLY INTO THIS SHOW AND IM EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT IT #this is gonna be wingsposting all over again huh. me talking about my 90’s sitcom du jour and nobody else getting it or caring. #anyways Richard Korinsky can get it and I’ll volunteer. but also him and Caroline are just so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #ALSO DAVID HYDE PIERCE WAS IN AN EPISODE AND MY GOD HE PUT HIS WHOLE PUSSY INTO IT HES SO ICONIC #THERES SO MANY AMAZING GUEST STARS. I RECOGNIZED GEORGE SEGAL BEFORE HE EVEN SHOWED HIS FACE ON CAMERA. #I LITERALLY SAW THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AND WAS LIKE NO FUCKING WAYYYYY #i LOVE just shoot me so I’m used to seeing him in the late 90’s/early 2000’s. I am not clairvoyant I’m just a dorrrrrrrrrrrrk

[thesolferino]

senior high school bf!dream headcanons

⤷ note: literally woke up this morning and couldn’t get it out of my head so i wrote this whole thing at like 8 am while having coffee instead of writing my actual requests. hope you enjoy!

mister “quarterback on the school’s football team-wide shoulders-super tall-pretty smile-letterman jacket” dream

your high school jock bf dream (no pun intended)

your high school was never that cliquey in the first place, but clay was definitely popular and well known by the whole school

he mostly hung out with nick (who everybody grew to call sapnap) and george who were, as opposed to him, kind of shit at sports, but geniuses in literally everything else

he never dated one of the cheerleaders despite them obviously hitting on him (who could blame them?) - he simply wasn’t interested. ppl couldn’t believe it, especially him being a senior and never having dated anyone from the school

the person he DID, however, end up dating, was you - a girl he had to tutor in english ‘cause you were so bad at it that you were absolutely going to fail

he wasn’t all that excited about it, assuming you wouldn’t want to cooperate, until he saw how pretty you were when you approached him to figure out when you guys were gonna meet up

and once he figured out you were actually quite good at english, just didn’t have the attention span for writing long essays, he liked you even more

during your shared chemistry class, for a moment he turned around to look at you, and you smiled at him from your place at the other end of the classroom

sapnap and george caught that. they did not let it go for approximately the rest of eternity

they actually let it go after a few weeks when they saw the two of you leaving the school together, hands interlocked

my GOD he would be a sucker for you wearing his clothes - ESPECIALLY HIS LETTERMAN

he’d take it off in school just to give it to you so you can walk around in his jacket and show off that you’re his

lots of stares since, like, that’s CLAY’s jacket!!!

he also gets jealous/protective so easily

one of the dudes in your class tells you you’re pretty? arm around your waist immediately

someone who’s into clay DARES to make fun of you? he’ll embarrass them in front of the whole class. no mercy!

he thinks you’re like the coolest person alive. he’ll just sit and listen to you ramble about things you love forever

you’d come to football practice with him when you had time (and even when you didn’t, because he’d beg you to come watch him) and cheered him on every time he seemed vaguely happy with his results since you had 0 knowledge of the game

be prepared for a lot of smelly and sweaty hugs

nothing he loves more than picking you up and spinning you around after they win a game

and hugging you very very very very very tight

“baby, let me go, you smell!” “what? i can’t hear you.” “i said you smell! let me go!” “wait, i need to bring you closer, i can’t hear what you’re saying.” “NO!!!!!”

also late night talks about your future and what he wants to do when he’s finally out

not sure if he wants to use his intellectual skills and learn coding or put his love for writing to use or keep doing football

you teasing him saying he’s like troy from high school musical

him wheezing loudly and claiming you’re gabriella

cue half an hour of discussing high school musical

going back to that “clay after they win a game” point,,,,,

nsfw under the cut! if you are a minor or uncomfortable with such topics, please stop reading here!

⤷ note: the characters in this story are high school seniors, which means they are 18-19 years old!

he’d have SO much adrenaline and energy that just needs to go somewhere

istg the stamina that man has is crazy

if the guys stick around in the locker room he’ll just usher you to one of the bathrooms and fuck you there

he does not give a single fuck if a teacher walks in; it’s their damn problem!

and if everyone gets changed quickly and leaves for an afterparty you bet you’re getting railed on one of those benches

“come on, baby, get on your hands and knees for me.”

he’s definitely one for overstimulating so he’ll just fuck you through your orgasm, fingers still on your clit and everything to the point you have to push them away

feel like he would be really good at aftercare so after he fills you up he’ll pick you up and sit you down on the bench, get some tissues and whatnot

“you okay?” “does it hurt?” “d’you want me to carry you?” “i didn’t hurt you too much, did i?”

and when they lose the game

whoooOooooo boy

you’re getting railed into next fucking week with all the force he has in his body

he’s going full degradation mode + spanking bc fucking you is just not getting that energy out by itself

“look at how you clench around me, whore. my little whore, aren’t you?

“i told you not to hold back. keep doing that and i’ll fuck you in the damn cafeteria so you’ll be sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

his ego is just wayyyyy too big to not have you screaming every time

tease him and he will have you spread out, begging and pleading. literally no question about it

“aw, you thought that was funny, didn’t you? not so funny now, is it, princess?”

he’ll edge you for literal hours until you apologise. don’t underestimate him! he has his goals set and will do whatever it takes to get to them

that’s what makes him so successful, i suppose

i just feel like he would be a vvv sweet boyfriend 🥺

(would defo convince you to go to a college that’s close to his but that’s a story for a different time)

football player dream supremacy, me thinks!

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream imagines #dreamwastaken imagine #dream fluff #dream angst #dream smut #dream fanfic #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfic #dreamwastaken smut

[spicyspencerreid]

The Wonderful Benefits Of Physical Touch

A Spencer Reid Imagine

Female!Reader, BAU!Reader// A whole 4939 words

Warnings// Mentions of domestic abuse (not inflicted on reader or involving Spencer), kissing, A SHIT TON OF FLUFF, language, lack of spellcheck, this is just so so so so so soft like- I know it’s long, but it’ll make your heart warm

Summary// Reader’s had trouble sleeping for the past couple of nights and Spencer notices something’s off with her, it comes out when they have to share a hotel room and he helps her fall asleep.

Key// Y/f/n- Your first name, Y/m/n- Your middle name, Y/l/n- Your last name

Not my gif: I hope you guys enjoy, I love this one and spent wayyyyy too much time on it!!

You woke up in a cold sweat, your least favorite way to wake up. You were shivering, but you could feel sweat slowly dripping down your face. You took a second to catch your breath before trying to remember where you were. You noticed the sun, then your light blue curtains, then your alarm clock. 5:00AM. You sighed, having finally fell asleep at 4:30, you hoped you’d get more than a half hour of sleep before you needed to be up at 6:00, but it looks like that wasn’t in the cards for you. 

You were exhausted, and there was nothing worse than being exhausted and not being able to sleep. Luckily, coffee had been enough to keep you going for the past couple of weeks. You weren’t exactly sure why you couldn’t sleep. At first you were having nightmares, but they’d gone away. 

 A month ago, your older sister, Hailee, went missing. A week after she showed up at your doorstep, told you she was running from her abusive husband.

You heard a knock on your door, causing all the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. You reached in the drawer of your entry table, pulling out your gun. To be completely honest, you hated guns, probably because you’d blamed them for a good amount of the problems in the world, but as the communications liaison, you were required to have one for your job. 

You peered through the peephole of your apartment, dropping the gun on the ground when you saw who it was. You pulled open the door as fast as possible, pulling her into a hug as tears poured out of your eyes.

“Never, ever scare me like that again Hails,” your sister was in charge of public relations for Givenchy in Paris, and every time she visited you she brought you an exclusive portfolio of their latest designs. So when you felt a book up against your chest, you weren’t surprised, and didn’t give it a second thought, “What’s this?” You opened the book to scroll through the pages, only to gasp at what you saw. Broken ribs, broken legs, broken everything. 

“My medical records...” you looked up at her to see you hadn’t made eye contact this entire time, meaning you hadn’t noticed the dark purple under her eye. You knew instantly, having seen it too much in your line of work, “I wanna put him in jail, but I had to get out of there first. I checked the calendar you sent me looking for your next day off and booked the quickest flight I could get. I wanted to tell you, I’m so sorry-” You and your sister were closer than ever, and you cursed yourself for not picking up on it when she wasn’t coming to many more family events. She probably knew if you saw her with him in person you’d pick up on it instantly. 

“Stop apologizing, we’re gonna put that asshole in jail, okay?” She nodded and you pulled her back into another hug. 

“I-I have recordings. Of him yelling at me, do we need them?” She choked out through tears. All your life she’d been your protector since you were kids, but more importantly, she was your best friend, only two years apart from you in age, which is why you knew something was off when she hadn’t called to check up on you in a week like she normally did. Your parents refused to report her missing, not that you tried to get them to or anything, they just assumed she was in between countries and not able to answer her phone. Spencer and JJ could both tell something was up with you at work, but didn’t want to push you. You ended up telling them you could feel something was off with your sister, and you hadn’t slept, but if anyone could work on no sleep, it was you. 

“That would be good, go sit down. Does he know you’re gone? I’m gonna get you water.” You went straight into your kitchen, filling up a glass. 

“I don’t think so. I told him I had to go on a business trip, even bought a plane ticket to London and everything. I was gonna call mom and dad, but I didn’t know if he could tap into my phone or something.” You handed her the glass.

“I’m gonna make a couple phone calls, you need sleep,” you reached for the blanket on your couch to lay over her.

“Y/n/n,” she grabbed your wrist, “you look like you need sleep,” she wasn’t wrong, you hadn’t slept for more than four hours after the first missed call of hers. You thought you’d covered it up fairly well, but if anyone could tell, it was her.

“I’m fine, you can sleep in my bed if the couch is uncomfortable, but really, get some rest.” You called Hotch, who was in the office, and faxed him copies of Hailee’s medical records, telling him it was an emergency and you needed him to contact the police in Hailee’s county and arrest her husband. He was arrested that day, and pleaded guilty after more and more women started to stand up. 

You were thankful Hailee came to you, but since then, you still hadn’t gotten a full night of sleep. Even after he was put in prison, even after everything was settled with your parents, even though you knew Hailee was in bed safe, you still felt off. The nightmares faded, but the bad sleeping habits stayed. And you had no idea why. You’d tried everything, herbal remedies, meditation, ice baths, etc, but none of it worked. 

You got in the shower, got dressed, and made yourself breakfast, jamming out to music to try to improve your mood before getting on your way. You arrived at work at 7:00, usually arriving at 7:15, you were hyper-organized, so you always liked to have the case out and ready at 7:20, giving you ten minutes to prep in your head. Since you were early, you turned on your favorite audiobook and closed your eyes for a couple seconds, taking in the calm before going to look at dead bodies. You opened your eyes after a couple minutes, your body realizing you fell asleep. You checked the clock in your car. Shit. It was 7:25. You grabbed your bag and walked into the building, grabbing the file off of your desk and walking as fast as you could into the conference room. Derek and JJ were already sitting in the conference room chatting amongst themselves. You walked in and rapidly started pinning pictures up to the board, you already knew the case, but needed to have everything ready to present.

“Derek I can’t reach that thumbtack can you grab it.” It was barely out of your reach, 

“Wow Y/n, no ‘good morning my sweet Derek, how are you on this fine day”?” He was right, you weren’t exactly your chipper self this morning.

“You don’t wanna fuck with me right now Morgan,” you turned to glare at him, earning a laugh from JJ. 

“Damn, okay, put those daggers away, I’ll grab the thumbtack...,” Derek handed you the thumbtack and you pinned up your final picture. You closed your eyes and started to go over what you were going to say in your head. You could feel JJ and Derek judging you, now joined by Emily who walked in while your eyes were closed, “A single word and I will hurt all of you, slowly but effectively.” Spencer walked in the room tapping your shoulder and slightly startling you, causing you to jump. He put one hand on your shoulder causing heat to rise to your cheeks. Spencer was your best friend, your adorable, undateable, best friend. You could practically feel JJ giving you a look, you were so undeniably lucky Spencer wasn’t exactly the best at social cues and wasn’t always trying to profile you, because you were the absolute worst at hiding your innocent little crush. 

“Woah...I just brought you coffee, I saw your mug was still in the cabinet and assumed you didn’t arrive here at your usual 7:15,” he handed you a cup of coffee, and you took a deep breath.

“Spencer Reid, you are my knight in shining amour,” Spencer smiled and you sipped your coffee, thankful he knew just how you liked it. 

“What do we have?” Hotch walked in and you went into formation. 

“Three dead in Seattle,” you pointed to the board, reading through their names and ages.

“They’re all the same age, but there’s no specific type here?” JJ asked.

“Yes, about that, their...um...” you swallowed, tripping over your words just a little, “ring fingers are all cut off.”

“Do we know what with?” Emily motioned for the picture and you handed her one of the extra copies.

“M.E. said they’d contact us when we arrive.”

“Alright, wheels up in 30,” everyone head out of the conference room while you took a second to clean up your files. You sat down in one of the empty seats, drinking your coffee and taking a deep breath before heading back out into the bullpen. You sat at your desk and pulled out Pride and Prejudice, deciding to reread it for the fourth time this month. You starting sucking on your lower lip, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes, you body was on override from lack of sleep, and being off schedule was putting you over the edge. It had never been an issue before, but at the moment, you just wanted time to not look at dead bodies, but you didn’t feel like that plane ride to Washington was gonna be long enough. You took a deep breath, knowing you could stop yourself from crying if you tried hard enough. You felt that familiar hand on your shoulder.

“Come with me I wanna show you something,” Spencer lightly pulled your shoulder.

“Spence,” you looked up at him, something was off, “I’m reading,” you smiled at him with furrowed eyebrows, motion to your book. Spencer grabbed the book out of your hand and scrolled through the pages.

“I will literally recite the first ten pages for you later,” he raised his eyebrows at you and you caved, he was lucky he was your one weakness.

“Okay, okay fine, will you at least tell me where we’re going?” You walked with him only to end up in an empty office. An agent had transferred last week leaving an empty office in the back hallway. Spencer pulled you in and closed the blinds, “Am I being held hostage?” you joked, not getting a laugh in response.

“What’s going on with you?” Shit.

“Nothing’s going on with me?” You were good, really good, at masking emotion, even for a team of profilers, but apparently you weren’t good enough today. 

“Y/n...” you stared at him, standing your guard, “Okay fine, you’ve started doing that foot-tapping thing again, you forgot your coffee this morning, and you’re blinking more rapidly than average, which means you’re either dehydrated or trying to stop yourself from crying,” you felt your eyes start to water again, “and you're probably the most well-hydrated person I’ve ever met, so what’s going on?” When you didn’t respond with words, but a sniffle and a tear, Spencer wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up against him. You knew he did this because studies showed skin to skin contact was the easiest way to calm any negative emotion, but your heart still stopped beating for a second as your wrapped your hands around his neck, “I-I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just wanted to know if I could help,” he whispered, as if talking too loud would only make you more upset. Once you calmed down a little, you pulled away, “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, you didn’t really have anything to talk about, you were just so tired. 

“Sorry,” you wiped the leftover tears from your face, “I’m just having a bad day, didn’t sleep much last night,” you hadn’t slept much in more than just last night, but you didn’t feel like worrying anyone right now.  

“It’s okay,” his voice was still gentle. 

“Do I have streaks on my face?” He shook his head, “We should probably go to the jet.” You motioned to the door.

“We have 17 minutes if you need another second...”

“Nope, I am all good, but thank you, seriously Spence,” you reached for his hand and squeezed it, “thank you,” you speed walked back into the bullpen, putting on your best smile. When you got on the jet, Spencer sat across from you. You played chess most of the flight while debating over movies with Emily. 

The case went by extremely quick, considering the fact that the Unsub’s maid found a box of fingers with wedding rings on them in the Unsub’s closet. You only had to hold one press conference to get someone to come forward, which was lovely because all you wanted to do was get home.

“Bad news,” Hotch walked into the room you and Emily were sitting in the Police Office, “Jet can’t come in until sunrise, they’re expecting a big storm,” you threw your head back, damnit, “I was able to get four rooms at the hotel, so double up. Oh and Y/n, good work on the press conference, if it wasn’t for you, we’d probably be stuck here a couple more days,” you smiled. A couple seconds later Spencer popped his head into the room.

“Penelope called Morgan, and JJ’s got Emily, so that leaves you and me,” of course it did. 

“Sounds good,” you smiled, feeling Emily’s eyes on you as he turned around and left. 

“Wow, complimented by Hotch and getting a night alone with Spencer, it’s like all your dreams are coming true at once,” you playfully slapped her arm. 

When you got back to your hotel you all split off into your rooms. You argued with Spencer over who got to use the bathroom first, but you eventually won. Won meaning you got to the bathroom before him. You put on a sports bra and shorts, following it up with a loose tee-shirt when you remembered you were sharing a room with Spencer and not Emily and JJ per usual. Usually Penelope didn’t come on trips unless necessary, which in this case she was, so instead of the usual three rooms, Hotch got four. You washed your face with cold water hoping the internet was right and it would help you fall asleep.

“Don’t use up all the hot water,” Spencer yelled in from the bedroom.

“I take morning showers,” you opened the bathroom door and reentered the bedroom.

“Good, Derek takes forty-five minute showers.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Spencer took a pretty quick shower, and you rested yourself in the queen-sized bed, grabbing your copy of Pride and Prejudice and returning to your page. You were pretty into the story when Spencer came back in.

“So...I can take the floor,” you’d totally forgotten once again that these was not your usual sleeping conditions, but you still trusted Spencer enough to share a bed with him, you’d fallen asleep next to him on the couch in his apartment on multiple movie nights, how is that any different?

“Spence, how long have we known each other?”

“209 days,” you giggled, expecting a much less specific answer.

“Okay then I’d assume our 209 day friendship is enough to allow us to share a bed together without it being weird?” You marked your page and closed your book.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with that?” 

“You are quite the gentleman, but yes, I swear. Unless you snore like Emily, then I might kick you out of the room completely,” you pointed finger guns at him. He laughed and laid on the opposite side of the bed, grabbing a book of his own. He finished his book in a couple minutes, closing it and grabbing a manual from the desk. 

“I know you are not about to read that microwave manual.”

“What? It’s interesting,” he looked so cute perusing through all of the different manuals spread out on the hotel desk.

“That is a bad, bad idea,” you closed your book shut, “actually, we should both probably try to get some sleep,” you were exhausted, and while you knew you weren’t going to get much sleep, you still wanted darkness and quiet to revel in. He shut off the lights and pulled the covers over his head, whispering a goodnight to you before drifting off into sleep. You were about two hours into your nightly routine of staring at the ceiling when Spencer’s voice brought you back into reality.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” He muttered, you glanced over at him to see his eyes were still closed and decided to pretend you were asleep, “Y/n, I know the length of space between breaths when a human is sleeping, therefore, I know you’re awake.” You turned your head to face him.

“You got me,” you yawned. He sat up against the headboard of the bed, and you did the same.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on now?” You continued to stare at the wall in front of the bed, but you could feel his eyes on you.

“I haven’t been sleeping for a while,” you leaned your head back against the wood.

“I thought that got better?”

“I’ve been trying, but I can’t sleep for more than thirty minutes at a time, I haven’t been able to since Hailee went missing. I thought it would fix itself when I found out she was fine, but nope.” 

“You...” he reached out to poke your leg, making you giggle, “should’ve told me sooner, I am very well versed on ways to help sleep.”

“Spence, I’ve literally done everything, it’s hopeless,” you laughed, “but I might take you up on your offer to recite those Pride and Prejudice pages for me.”

“That’ll be our last resort. Have you tried eating bananas, they contain-”

“Tryptophan. Yeah I only drank warm milk and ate bananas and cherries for three days straight, nothing, but is it possible to become lactose intolerant from drinking too much milk?”

“There are many studies on why raw milk doesn’t cause lactose intolerance, but for legal reasons, not much has been studied about processed milk and how the differences relate to lactose intolerance, but really to answer your question, lactose intolerance is caused because of the enzyme lactase which splits the-,” he stopped once he heard your giggling, “...and you were kidding. Y/n, I am trying to help here, what about herbal teas?”

“Tried, didn’t work.”

“Um...meditation?” You nodded, “What about lowering your apartment temperature?”

“I literally can only sleep in the cold,” he was about to interrupt but you already knew what was coming, “...and I already tried the opposite, raising the temperature, which sucked by the way.”

“This might sound a little strange, but what are the colors of your bedroom wall?”

“I already looked into the impact of cool versus warm colors on sleep, my walls are white and I have blue curtains, my lights are led, so they aren’t yellow, and I don’t use any electronics for an hour before I get in bed,”

“Then it’s not physical, it’s mental, you know talking about what’s bothering you helps. Compartmentalizing really doesn’t.” 

“I haven’t been compartmentalizing though, I’ve even been journaling and stuff, even though I absolutely hate it.”

“Hmm,” he went quiet for a second, you opened your mouth to ask and he stopped you, “I’m thinking...,” it was like a lightbulb turned on over his head, “I got it what about-” He stopped.

“What?”

“It’s just...”

“What? Spencer? I’d literally try anything at this point.”

“Serotonin.”

“We’re not all super geniuses, please don’t make me ask,” you pleaded. 

“Serotonin’s a monoamine neurotransmitter...um it’s a large contributer to feelings of well-being and happiness, but a study I read last week actually talked about how involved it is in the regulation of sleep...um it has sort of a calming effect when activated,” sounded like pure bliss to you. 

“And how do I activate it?”

“Yes that’s the um...” he looked over at you before continuing his explanation, “...so the most effective way is through deep touch pressure, which is a form of tactile sensory input. It’s mostly provided by firm holding, firm stroking, hugging, and cuddling.”

“Oh,” it clicked in your head. 

“It’s actually really interesting, if you think back to the times you’re most relaxed, or just times that are coined as relaxing in general. Spas have done really well with this in general, with the hot stone massages especially, the heat combined with the cool temperature of the spa, mixed with the weight of the stones, it mimics a beach so well, which also is coined for relaxation considering how the heat acts as a blanket in some pretenses. Being in your mother’s arms, cuddling with a significant other, all good examples of serotonin, which is why weighted blankets are so popular now, they mimic the feeling of being held, they mimic that deep touch pressure...,” you let him ramble on about weighted blankets while you thought about what he was actually talking about. You’d been thinking about the events that would occur if you and Spencer shared a bed for a night, and while you might’ve thought of more explicit things than cuddling, the thought of anything more than a hug with him made your heart race, “Are you still listening?”

“Sorry, I got,” you cleared your throat, “distracted.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“No it’s okay, it’s a good idea,” you stammered, wanting to slap yourself. You sounded way too excited, which you were, but that excitement was coated with nerves. It was silent for a minute before Spencer spoke up again.

“When Hailee first went missing, it had only been three days, so I asked you how you knew something was wrong, and you said you just knew. It’s like with baby cheetahs, baby cheetahs always know when there’s something wrong with their older siblings because they are their protectors, it’s their instinct, just like yours,” He turned to look into your eyes, and brought his voice down into a whisper, “You told me a story about how when you were younger and you’d get nightmares, instead of running into your mother’s room, which is the natural instinct, you’d run into Hailee’s room and she’d hold you instead. When I asked why, you said it was because she was a room closer, but I think it really was because of your independence. No matter how independent you were, you still needed someone, and no matter how independent you are now, you still crave that serotonin, you crave that physical touch. You’re human. It’s just like earlier today, I didn’t want to bring it up because I’m sure you feel embarrassed about crying during work, but it’s completely normal. We aren’t sociopaths like these people we go after, we have empathy, and it’s part of the reason we’re so good at our jobs. No matter how many gruesome cases we see, we aren’t robots, so we all sometimes just need a moment to break down and compose ourselves in an emotional release, it’s just another human necessity. It’s science. And you can replicate it with a weighted blanket when you’re alone, but when you get the opportunity, you really just need more physical touch, that’s all,” he reached over to rub your shoulder, and a tear fell onto your check.

“You’re right,” you sniffled.

“Oh no,” he chuckled, wiping your cheek with his thumb, “I made you cry again.” 

“No,” you placed your hand on top of his on your face, “you’re just the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” He didn’t respond, just opened his arms, nodding with his head for you to come closer. You scooted over and nestled your head into his chest. He pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight. His hand slowly made its way to your lower back, peeking under your tee-shirt to draw light circles on your bare skin. You were close to falling asleep when you felt warm lips touch your forehead, causing you to immediately snap back. 

“Sorry,” he whispered. He must’ve felt you stiffen in his arms. You tilted your head back and looked up at him, placing your hand on his jawline as you connected your lips with his, softly and slowly. You were hesitant, knowing part of your action was based off of exhaustion, but you were just sick of having to look at his lips everyday and long for them to be on yours without doing anything about it. 

“Goodnight Spencer,” you pulled away quickly, returning you head to its spot on your chest.

“Goodnight Y/n,” he whispered back a minute later, and his hand resumed his circular motion, lulling you to a full night of sleep for the first night in many, many days.

You woke up a little lower on the bed then you were when you fell asleep, and your position changed. Spencer was laying on his back, and you were on your side, one of his arms under your waist and resting on your stomach. You were facing the alarm clock and gasped when you saw the time. You sat up out of Spencer’s arm, completely dumbfounded. It was 6:00AM, and the last time you checked the clock it was 11:00, you hadn’t woken up once. You started to get up when you were pulled back  onto the bed.

“Spencer it’s 6:00,” you whisper yelled, “I just slept for seven full hours.”

“Mmm, think you can sleep for one more,”he turned onto his side so your back was now pressed into his chest.

“Seven hours, wow, and it’s all thanks to this incredible guy I know. He’s like a super-genius who taught me the wonderful benefits of the magical enzyme called ‘serotonin’, have you heard of it?”

“He sounds like a great guy,” he grumbled into your neck, “I’m so very happy for you,” he pressed his lips to your neck, giving you goosebumps and reminding you of your impulsive decision from the night before, “but shhh.” It had been decided, groggy Spencer was your new favorite Spencer.

“Spence...” you had to talk about this. If you didn’t, the whole team would be able to read you the second you got on the jet. 

“No. Sleep.”

“Spencer...” 

“Okay, I’ve officially been awoken from my peaceful slumber,” you wiggled so you were now facing him.

“Hi,” you whispered. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled at you, “you have very pretty eyes, they’re like honey.” 

“You’re nice when you’re sleepy,” his hands shifted again to your lower back, drifting under your shirt to stroke your skin once again. 

“I’m nice all the time,” you pouted.

“You were extra nice last night,” turns out groggy Spencer and confident Spencer were the same person, you rotated your body so you weren’t facing him, “How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you felt this way about me?” This was not a good question for you.

“How many days did you say we’ve known each other?”

“210 counting today.”

“Then 210 days,” you sighed out, you’d liked him since the first day you’d met, it wasn’t love at first sight or anything, but from your first conversation, he’d been giving you butterflies, “I’m really sorry if I ruined things between us.”

“You’re kidding right?” You leaned up, and furrowed your eyebrows at him, “I just thought you didn’t feel that way. If I knew, I would’ve done something about it, or I would’ve gotten weirdly distant until you forced me to tell you what was wrong,” he smiled and your heart melted.

“What’re we gonna do about the team?”

“Derek’s gonna be relentless,” he sighed out and you giggled, “but we’ll figure it out, just not right now, because I’m cold, and I want your body heat.” He pulled you back into him.

“I have to shower,” you mumbled.

“You smell fine,” you gave him a look, “okay, okay, go.” He released you from his tight hold, not before you gave him a quick kiss, and you ran to the bathroom. You took a quick shower, then put on your makeup and got dressed. You both decided to eat on the plane instead of charging the bureau for room service. When you arrived on the plane you said quick hellos to the team and took a seat right across from Derek. You didn’t say anything when you sat down, you just opened your book. You looked up to see Derek’s eyes shifting back and forth between you and Spencer, who was playing chess with Rossi a couple seats away.

“Y/f/n Y/m/n Y/l/n,” you looked up from your book, “Did you get laid last night?” 

“Oh my god Derek! I spent the night with Spencer,” you shut your book closed fast.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you look genuinely relaxed in over a month,” he whispered at you, “did you spend the night with pretty boy over there or did you spend the night with him? Because you didn’t hear this from me, but pretty boy’s got it bad for you.”

“Oh really?” He was right, pretty boy did in fact have it bad for you.

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I was just really in the mood for some more Spencer fluff, if you liked this please check out Making A Move, it’s a lot shorter, but still cute. 

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 Love you all!!!!!

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hi! may i pls make a request for bokugo, todoroki and midoriya hcs on what they would do if they had to vs their secret crush in the 1v1 ua sports festival arc? i hope you have a great day!!🥺

Hi babe! Im so sorry it took so long to make these, but I literally couldn’t stop thinking about this idea cause it was so fricking cuttteeeeeeeee

I did headcannons as well as a short one shot right after, I hope thats alright! <3

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Characters: Bakugo, Shoto, Izuku

Warnings: cussing

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Bakugo

This dude right here ^^^

Sorry but-hes not gonna be too kind

Bakugo most deifnitely is denying every single damn sign that he has a crush on you

He deifnitely doesn’t stare at you for way too long during class, or doesn’t smirk to himself when you got past this first round, and his heart didn’t drop to the floor when he realized he would have to fight against you

Nope, deifnitley not

😑😑😑 Bakugo stop being a shit and admit you have feelings

Kirishima was the one who first recognized his crush on you, and you know damn well he noticed Bakugo’s demeanor instantly changed when he saw your face flash against his in the versus round

When Bakugo saw that on the screen, his shoulders instantly stiffened, his eyes steeled, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets so no one could see how tightly his hands were balled up

Only Kirishima noticed the change in his best friend as his freinds cheered at the line up

“Hey-you okay dude?” He asked, his voice full of concern as he tried to place a hand on his shoulder

Of course, Bakugo being the little shit he is, shoved his hand away with his shoulder, standing up quickly

“I’m gonna go get ready for the 2nd round,” he grumbled, giving his friend a side eyed look and he turned his back on the stadium and going to the hallways to chill

Now, even though he was rudeeeeeeeee af, this dude is freaking the hell out internally

He wants to win so badly, but-at what cost? Something was different with you-he was okay with putting his all into each and every fight

If he had to hurt himself, or hurt his opponent to come out on top-that’s all that mattered right? But for some reason, the thought of hurting you made his body feel queasy and made him feel like shit-

this never happened to him, this possessive want to protect someone and keep them safe-this was such a foreign feeling that it kind of scared him

Was he getting soft? Was he not tough anymore?

He didn’t know what to do-go easy on you and potentially let you win, making him look weak? Or go all out, making sure he wins to the point that he hurts you-which would make him feel like shit after. Would you hate him after? Could he handle that idea of you despising him for hurting you?

These thoughts were making him so conflicted to the point of rage , and Bakugo being Bakugo, he was just fuming internally,

his digits were tugging at his strands, his fist colliding with the table as a curse slipped through his lips

He didn’t know what to do and it was fucking annoying to him

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“So I guess we’re paired together huh?” your voice echoed through the deathly silent room, the sound sending a cold shiver down Bakugo’s back.

He quickly looked up, his chest tightening at the mere sight of you leaning against the door frame.

“This is my fucking room-get out,” he grumbled, his crimson red eyes squinting at you at an attempt to look intimidating.

You simply rolled your eyes, a small smirk playing on your lips.

You had known Bakugo for too long and too well to get scared at his harsh words anymore.

“I don’t see your name on the door,” you quipped back with a grin, “and besides, it might be good Im in here. You’re so loud somebody’s gonna think you’re talking to yourself.”

Shit-was he really starting to talk to himself now?

Bakugo swallowed a clump of saliva, a pit growing in his stomach. If he was talking to himself-did you hear everything he had said? Did you know he was actually thinking of going soft on you?

You noticed how he stiffened at your words, a gruff exhalation of breath leaving his lips.

“Don’t worry, I was just joking around-“, You simply chuckled, shaking your head as you sat down next to him. “-but you still are really loud though.”

“And you’re still fucking annoying, as always.”

“Ouch!” You smiled, scrunching up your nose in mock hurt.

Bakugo pursed his lips, hating how cute he found you when you made that expression.

You didn’t seem to notice the way Bakugo was affected by your movement, taking a deep breath.

Something in your expression had changed-you no longer looked so carefree and relaxed. You gave him a concerned look, your teeth gnawing at the side your cheek.

“So is something on your mind? You’re usually always cussing someone out, but cussing at the air isn’t usually your thing.”

His feet shuffled under the table, his hands way more clammy than they usually were. So he really was being too loud- he needed to think of soemthing to tell you. And something realllllll fucking quick.

But he couldn’t-he felt like his was gasping for air, just staring at your waiting face. God, why did he have to actually like you like that? Now as he’s looking at you, something in his heart hurt-he couldn’t hurt you. He just-couldnt. He’d feel like a dick after and he’s never be able to forgive himself if he laid even a scratch on you.

Why was this so fucking hard?

You sighed, your tongue swiping your bottom lip as you look down at your hands.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine,” you looked up, your eyes piercing to him and making his lungs feel shut off. “But-dont let it affect you. I want you to come at me with all you got-“

You gave him a devilish grin, your eyes sparkling.

“-I wanna rub it in your face that I actualy beat you in front of a whole ass crowd. Might be good for you ego too,” you gave out a laugh at the last sentence, Bakugo’s shoulder softening slightly.

“Tch-,” he grunted out, his crimson eyes rolling in their sockets, “-like you could ever fucking beat me.”

You gave him one final look, your eyes quitting at him with a mischievous glint.

“We’ll see about that,” you gave him one last smile, standing up from your chair.

“I’ll see ya later.”

Bakugo heard your feet walk out the room, that tell tale click of the door closing softly reverberating in the room. He let out a sigh, something about your words making him feel like a huge weight just left his shoulders.

If you wanted him to go all out-then he’d do it.

Izuku

Dude, this poor baby

He’s actually freaking out. Like HARD.

Izuku wants to win pretty badly to prove it to himself, his family, his mentor/role model...but at what cost? Hurting you?

Hahah well that’s funny cause that ain’t happening

He’s legit thinking of just going easy on you-what’s the harm in that? Sure he might lose, but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt-

This dude is not very good at hiding his feelings for you, so of course Iida and Ochaco already know of this infactuation obsession Izuku has for you

They kinda have to explain to him that’d it be really really stupid to just let you beat himjust because he didn’t want to hurt you

Iida basically explained that it’d hurt the “pride and prestige quality of the games” if he didn’t “fight to his fullest” and “y/n’s honor would be incredibly diminished” as the fight “wouldn’t be fair nor honest”

Which basically translated to just fight her Midoriya

Uraraka told him that you could hold your own, and you wouldn’t ever get mad at him cause like-it’s the point for everyone to fight their all to win

So Izuku kinda took a chill pill

Until he stepped into that arena

Cause ohohoohohoh it is wayyyyy different from talking about fighting to actually doing it

He’s kinda nervous at first-cause it’s happening. He has to actually fight you like this. In front of everybody.

Damn fate really did not like him right now did it?

You come at him full force-and holy CRAP did it throw him off

But it kind of woke him up to the situation-if your going to try your best, then he felt a little bit better forcing himself to do his best as well

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna scream “Sorry!” And run over to you everytime he blasts ya with OFA, but it’s all good

Your fight was a little bit longer than the others, but in the end, you lost to Izuku

You two were seriously burnt out though-you got cuts and bruises everywhere from falling (and a big ass headache), and Izuku’s arms looked like burnt fried chicken

Deku felt pride in himself, cause damn you were really strong and he actually fought you off but-he hurt you AND made you lose

Looking at your face, he feels like shit-cause of course you look really beat down knowing you won’t be advancing to the next round

His foot stumbled forward, wanting to go see if you were okay

But the teachers quickly usher you two to go see the nurses, so he just had to give you an apologetic look until he could actually talk to you

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Izuku sat on the make shift bed, every movement he made setting off a plethora of crinkling noises from the paper overlay.

Everything seemed to be okay with him-he was actually surprised to hear he wasn’t as beat up as he thought he really was. Over course, Recovery Girl scolded him for taking such a risk on his body with his quirk, but with a big smooch on his cheek he was ready to go.

He heard a click of a door opening, expecting to see Recovery Girl come hobbling over to check his vitals one last time-until he looked up and his heart stopped on his chest.

There you were, banged up and bruise, your stance favoring your right side.

You seemed to be pretty surprised to see him too-your eyes widened in shock, and your shoulders stiffened at the sight of him.

Izuku’s head was going on overdrive-how were you feeling? Where you okay? Did he hurt you that badly? did you hate him? Was he invading your space just being present?

The thoughts were coming a mile a minute, his mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish as he kept watching you with a stunned, blank expression.

To his relief, your shocked expression turned into a small smile and your eyes softened as you looked at Izuku’s shy gaze.

“Hey,” you simply said, breaking the awkward silence of the room.

Izuku quickly cleared his throat, repeating a “hey” back to you as he watched you sit down, his toes scrunching in his battered red shoes.

Guilt was bubbling in his stomach, his brows knitted in pain as you tred to sit down on a hospital bed. You were practically limping your way to sit down, the unmissable look of pain knitted in your brows.

God, he did that? To you-out of all the people in the world, you were one of the last people he would ever want to land a finger on. Of course, you had messed him up pretty badly, but it just felt strange to know he had caused you this discomfort.

“Are you-you feeling alright?” He asked quietly, his voice meek and hesitant.

You gave him another strained smile, using the table next to you to support your weight.

You weren’t going to deny it-Izuku really did a number on you. In the fight, your adrenaline was kicking in so much that the pain was barely even noticeable to you. But now that you were calm and collected, the throbbing pain that seemed to be everywhere was coming out in full force.

“Yeah, I’m doing okay-I guess,” you gave a small chuckle, trying to hide the grimace as a zap of pain pierced your bruised rib cage.

Izuku immediately noticed that look on your face, his feet touching the cold linoleum floor.

You felt hands gingerly circle around your sides, the pressure reassuring yet light, heat from another person radiating onto your back.

Midoriya was supporting your battered body, leading you to the closest bed and setting you down gingerly.

To say the feeling of Izuku holding you was making you flustered was an understatement-you were freaking the hell out. But something about him holding you was so comforting-even with him beaten up, and him being the reason you were in this portion- he still somehow was able to make you feel safe and protected.

“ ‘Zuku,” you asked, your heart thumping a mile a minute, “what are you-you doing?”

He set you down gingerly, his hands light and feathery against your skin.

“I-Uh,” He have you a sheepish grin, his cheeks red and his voice a stuttering mess from that nickname. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-to offend you, you just seemed like you were hurting...”

You tilted your head with a grin, your hand wrapping around his wrist for support.

“Don’t worry-you didn’t,”

His face light up, a warm relieved grin on his lips.

“Oh good! I was worried, cause after the whole match and everything, and you looked so hurt, I just, I don’t know, I was worried maybe you wouldnt want me around but I just didn’t want to-“

For some reason, that relief that you didn’t hate him had released the stuttering of poor Izuku, his brain going once again at a pace much to fast to comprehend.

You could barely catch a word, but you were able to stitch his thoughts together, a giggle escaping your lips.

He couldn’t be more adorable, could he?

Your heart pounded in your chest as your digits wrapping around his freckled cheeks. The sensation of your skin so close to his made his mouth stop in its tracks, his emerald eyes wide with shock.

“You really think I’d hate you ‘Zuku?”

God-he love that nickname. Your voice sent a shockwave if electricity through his body, his mind helplessly numb and in control by you.

Even with you cradling his cheeks, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

“I-Uh-Uh....maybe?”

Izuku heard you sigh, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip.

He know it would look strange to anyone walking in, with him standing in between your legs and your hands wrapped against his cheeks. He knew he should move, just in case of the off chance somebody could walk in, but-he didn’t want to. He was in love with the feeling of your body so close to his, finally able to drink in every beautiful feature of your face, put every perfect sensation into his memory....it was nerve wracking yet soothing and he never wanted this moment to end.

“Deku, I could never hate you,” you smiled gingerly, your mind fighting your digits from tracing each adorable freckle decorating his face.

He looked at you with wide, confused eyes, his bruised lips parted and mind blank.

You said-you didn’t hate him?

He felt a rush of relief completely envelope his body, feeling on top of the world. You didn’t hate him for fighting you-and you even said you could never hate him. Was he really that lucky to have such a sweet crush like you?

He felt so happy he just had the undeniable want to just kiss you-you we’re close enough after all, he could just lean in to you....

“Oh-uh,” he quickly stuttered our, terrified he would actually act on what he was thinking, “Thats-thats great, thank you,”

You chuckled at his flustered ness, his cheeks a raging red from his thoughts-he definitely wouldn’t ever stop being a nervous wreck around you.

Shoto

Honestly, you would never know Shoto had a crush on you

hes just SO HARD TO READ

Also this boy would be the last person to realize he had a crush in the first place

very very oblivious poor baby

anyways, because of this oblivious part of him, he’d probably figure out he had a crush right then and there

Like, as he sees your face flash against his, and theres a big VS symbol in between you two

He gets this terrible, sinking feeling

like OH SHIT I have to fight them 

He knew something was different this time around, because with everyone else he was fighting agains,t he could give two shits about them

but with you, the person he was actually fighting against felt important now

He just didn't want to fight you

So that through him off- big time

*queue a shoto todoroki internal monologue

this guy is really having an epiphany rn

Like dang- all those times I would stare at them, or get angry when somebody hurt them, or my face would get really hot when they told me “hi” meant I liked them!?

This pooor thingggggggggggggggg

Now,

 Shoto isnt egotisitical-

 hes just practical

So he knows that he would probably win this match-

 he saw you as a great fighter, yet his quirk was alot more flashy and powerful than yours

So he had either two options:

one) was to just go all out and try to finish the match ASAP, or

two) prolong it, so you could get some exposure to the heroes watching

(spoiler alert- he goes with number two)

But what he doesn't realized is how FLUSTERED he gets when hes fighting you

He’s never been close to you like this before, even if you are fighting-and damn he didn't realize he had been craving this 

He was making more mistakes than he usually would make in a match like this, so it was harder for him to keep the upper hand like he thought he would

But, of course- this is Shoto Todoroki we’re talking about

He finally zaps out of this love sick puppy phase and he starts to fight you for real now- 

anddddddd he manages to push you off the stage boundaries

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Shoto took a deep breath, his lungs feeling icy from his quirk and his body heavy with fatigue.

Damn- that was a hard ass fight.

The sound of a roaring crowd was piercing his ears, Present Mic’s booming voice echoing the results of the matchup.

“Todoroki” seemed to be echoing throughout the stadium, his last name a mantra in the speakers.  He won the match after all- he’d be advancing.

Shoto licked his lips, the tang of blood sparking in his mouth. Shoto didnt really feel much in these moments, as he could never really appreciate the achievements he had under his belt at such a young age.

But right now, something different was bubbling in his stomach- Shoto turned to look at you, your knees digging into the gravel and your fists balled into the dirt, your head laying low.

It wasnt rocket science to tell you were feeling down about loosing the match, and Shoto could see you were frustrated by the circumstances- he won, and you didnt.

Watching you struggling to get up from the icy ground he had made, your body beaten and bruised....he felt-guilty.

Suddenly, he felt his feet walking towards you, his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest.

His head was swarming with nerves as he held out his digits, his palm stretched out in a peace offering.

“Here,” his voice was smooth and deep, sending a shiver down your spine as you looked up at his outstretched digits.

You gave him a quizzical look, almost as if to say “what are you doing?”

Shoto bit his bottom lip, looking at the side as his cheeks flushed red.

“Take my hand-you’re injured.”

His tone was placid and calm, his bi colored eyes boaring into yours. It was just so confusing....he won the match, so why did he want to help you?

“Why?” you asked, your voice groggy and thick.

“Because-you’re hurt, and I’m certain my old man wouldn’t want me to be doing this. So I want to do it.”

I small laugh escaped your lips, the sound so sweet that it made Shoto’s face even more red and his heart beat faster in his chest.

“Shoto Todoroki being a rebel-“ you joked, shaking your head as you laughed, “I wouldn’t expect that from you.”

You looked up at the Todoroki son, a smile on your lips as you took his hand.

Ah crap-Shoto was really over heating at this point, his mind going haywire as he tried to figure out why it was so hard to keep his right side at bat as he pulled you up from the floor.

He found something so endearing about how small your palm was compared to his-it fit almost perfectly in his, the skin soft and warm against his.

Shoto cleared his throat, his eyes dancing nervously, trying his best to get his nerves in check.

“Is that-a bad thing?” He asked, feeling slightly sad that you had taken your hand out of his to dust off your tattered PE pants.

“Nope,” you said, popping the “p” in the sentence, “I think it’s a good thing-I like it.”

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[wheelofmisfortune-hellrat]

Ok so dnf fanfic is taking much longer than I expected and I’m kinda bored so here’s the wayyyyy longer 3rd chapter of the tntduo/quackbur fanfic

Phil knocked on Ranboo and Tubbo’s door and greeted Tubbo politely when he opened the door for them and welcomed them inside “thanks Tubbo” Wilbur said with a smile, his brother just continued to smile, shutting the door behind them. Phil noticed Ranboo smiling at him but once he realized Will and Quackity were there the grin fell and he began to back away, attempting to go upstairs “Ranboo what’s wrong?” Tubbo asked, seeing his husband trying to get far away from the pair “g-get out” Ranboo whimpered, pointing at the door “Ranboo, they aren’t a threat to you or him so calm down” Tubbo said but Phil was already making to herd them out “Phil, I’m sorry he’s just being rude. Come and sit down guys” Tubbo said but Phil shook his head “go on guys, just wait outside,” Phil said to his whore of a son and his boyfriend. Once outside Wilbur pulled his black haired lover away from a window and kissed him “Will, their window” Quackity gasped between breaths “oh shit it’s broken in two places” Wilbur said, turning to look for a second before kissing his lover again “they can hear us” Quackity hissed “fine then” Wilbur said, pulling away, Quackity sighed but then was pulled back to Phil’s house. once inside, Will pinned Quackity against a wall and kissed him again “r-room” Quackity gasped but Wilbur wasn’t listening “room” Quackity said, breathlessly but Wilbur just kissed his neck “please Will” Quackity pleaded, his hands laced through his lover’s hair. But to their surprise, nobody came into the house. “Quackity?” Wilbur said, out of breath, but his lover had already passed out, Will picked Quackity up and carried him to their room where he laid him on their bed. Quackity fixed himself up while Will waited in the hallway. Quackity strode out of the room like he usually did when they fucked in the closet. When they went outside they were confronted by a pissed-off Phil, “The hallway? Really” Phil snapped “next time listen to your partner Will, he has good ideas sometimes” Phil spat, glaring at Wilbur. “You saw us?” Quackity Squeaked, but Phil just sighed “no, I saw you two making out in the fucking hallway,” Phil said angrily. Wilbur glared back at Phil “so you didn’t watch us fuck around?” Wilbur said, and Phil shook his head “first of all why would I even Want to see that, second You are my Fucking son Wilbur” Phil said flatly, Wilbur roughly grabbed Quackity’s hand and dragged his lover to the casino, and slammed the doors behind them once they were inside, Quackity yanked his hand away “I told you three fucking times Wilbur, I literally begged you to go in our room but you couldn’t fucking listen you were to damn interested in fucking me” Quackity said loudly, on the verge of tears “I’m sorry” Wilbur said, knowing Quackity might not hesitate to kill him, “No you aren’t. You just wanted to get off from possibly getting caught” Quackity said, tears running down his cheeks, Wilbur was getting furious at this point so he grabbed the knife he put in his coat pocket a while ago and grabbed his lover by the arm, he shoved his sleeve up and cut a deep slash on his lover’s arm, making Quackity scream in pain. “What the hell” the shorter the man cried, pulling his sleeve down over the wound, Wilbur responded once his sanity returned “Quackity I’m sorry, you’re right I was being an idiot” Wilbur pleaded. “it’s alright Will” Quackity sighed and kissed his lover, knowing he was being too forgiving to the man that just cut the shit out of his arm, “let’s go back home,” Wilbur said and Quackity nodded, Will took Quackity’s hand and led him to the doors, unaware that his lover was crying. Wilbur opened the door to see Phil outside the casino, out of breath from running to catch up with them. “Wilbur what happened,” Phil asked, worried that Quackity hurt his son, “nothing,” Will said but then Phil noticed Quackity was crying but trying to hide it “then why is your partner crying,” Phil asked now worried that Wilbur hurt Quackity and Quackity didn’t want Will to get in trouble “nothing happened Phil,” Wilbur said, worried about what Phil might

do to him if he found out what he did to Quackity. “Quackity come here,” Phil said, motioning him over, to which he obliged, Phil saw the blood on his shirt almost immediately, Phil touched the wound gently making Quackity wince and inhale a sharp breath “did Will do this to you?” Phil ask but Quackity shook his head “I cut myself on accident” he lied but Phil wasn’t an idiot “can I see it” he asked and the black-haired man nodded and pulled up his sleeve for him “Wilbur give me the knife, Now” Phil said, turning his attention to his son “I didn’t do it he already told you,” Will said, “LIAR, admit you did this to him or I will kick you out of the house” Phil threatened and Wilbur came clean about it “you were just arguing and you thought it would be a good idea to CUT him?” Phil said and Wilbur nodded, Phil just sighed “home now,” he commanded, and Wilbur nodded, walking back to the house with Phil and his lover. Wilbur sat in his room, feeling bad about what he had done. Quackity was sat on a crafting table while Phil bandaged his arm. “There,” Phil finally said, helping him off the crafting table. Quackity entered Wilbur’s room to see him in the t-shirt and shorts, sitting on his bed and waiting for his lover, he shut and locked the door behind him so they could talk.“Hey Will,” Quackity said, changing into the sweater and sitting next to Wilbur “I’m sorry Quacks,” Wilbur said, turning to look at him “It’s fine, Phil bandaged it up and it’s alright” Quackity assured him but Wilbur was too worried “I’m sorry, I was angry and I thought it would be smart,” Wilbur said, looking down. Quackity grabbed his lover’s chin, making him look at him, then, Quackity kissed him and Wilbur felt worse and tried to pull away but Quackity wouldn’t let him, climbing on his lap and slipping his hands in the dark brown hair of his lover, Wilbur kissed back, and they were tangled in each other’s arms. They fell asleep in each other’s hold, the door locked and Phil panicking on the other side of the door “Will? Quackity?” he called but they were passed out, he left then to sleep for a few hours before knocking again “Boys?” he called and there was still no response, Phil thought they were hurt so he knocked louder “BOYS?” he yelled, finally waking them up, “Yeah?” a tired voice said “You scared me, I thought you were hurt” Phil called, they were silent for a while before Wilbur opened the door and went to talk to Phil but he noticed Will was blocking the view of inside the room “Will why are you blocking the door” Phil asked but Wilbur didn’t move “Will is Quackity okay?” he asked and Wilbur shrugged “is he dressed?” Phil asked and Wilbur nodded “Quackity!” Phil called but nobody answered “Quackity can I come in?” Phil asked loudly and a weak whine answered him “move Will” Phil said, shoving his son out of the way to see Quackity lying on the floor and holding his arm where he was cut “here” Phil said, helping him up and looking at the wound which was bleeding profusely, even through the bandage. “Will, did you hit his arm on accident?” Phil asked, rebandaging Quackity’s arm “I don’t think so,” Wilbur said, “you grabbed it on accident,” Quackity said, clearly in pain but not trying to show it. “Oh, I didn’t-” Wilbur said, getting cut off by a sharp breath from his lover though, still refusing to make eye contact with him. After Phil had finished bandaging it he made Quackity not allowed to do anything that could damage his arm even more, but once they both had gone to sleep Quackity snuck out of his partner’s room, stole a curved needle and thread, and grabbed a Whiskey bottle that only had a third of the drink left. He went outside and into the forest, and took off the bandages. He sewed the wound, drinking what was left in the bottle for the pain, once he was done, he snuck back into the house and Wilbur’s room. “Quackity?” Wilbur asked as soon as his lover shut the door quietly, “yeah” Quackity responded making his way over to Will who looked worried. “Why did you leave, was your arm bleeding again?” Wilbur said, getting up and going

over to his boyfriend and taking his hand “no I just wanted some air” Quackity lied, pressing a kiss to Wilbur’s cheek. In the morning Phil woke them up by knocking on their door “Morning boys” Phil called Waking them up, Wilbur opened the door looking exhausted “is Quackity doing alright?” Phil asked and Wilbur nodded “yeah, he got up in the middle of the night to get some air, though,” Wilbur said, a bit confused. “Ask him if you can see the cut,” Phil told Will and his son nodded, going into the room and shutting the door behind him. “Hey Quackity,” Wilbur said, going over to his partner and sitting next to him. “Yeah?” the black-haired man responded, sitting on his knees to look at Will. “Can I see the cut?” he asked tentatively, and Quackity nodded, and Wilbur went to the side where the cut was and took off the bandage to see the little stitches that Quackity had done the night before. “Did you do this?” he asked his lover who nodded “I wanted it to heal faster” Quackity said, and Wilbur hugged him tightly “don’t tell Phil, just put new bandages on it” Quackity said, with a pleading look. After Wilbur had finished with his arm he gave a smile to his partner and kissed him gently. Quackity returned the kiss and then got up to get dressed but Will pushed him back down and kissed him again “careful” Quackity hissed as Wilbur kissed his neck. Phil heard noises coming from inside their room and sighed “Don’t grab his arm too hard” Phil called and to his surprise a short “I won't” from Wilbur then both of them laughed. Once the noises stopped and the room was silent Phil knocked on their door but there was no response. Inside the room, Quackity was sitting on their bed while his lover gingerly brushed his fingers over the hand-done stitches on his partner’s arm “you did this yourself so we could fuck?” Will asked and Quackity nodded though looking down in embarrassment but Wilbur just kissed him again “I’m sorry for doing that to you, I didn't mean it” Wilbur said making Quackity laugh a bit “I know you didn't, you have been through a literal hell but I only went through a mental hell” Quackity said softly, fixing the little white streak in his lover’s hair “didn’t this hurt” Wilbur asked trying to brush over what Quackity said, Quackity shrugged “yeah but I’m used to pain so it wasn’t much” he smiled but Will just kissed him and took his hand “plus it’ll look cool when it scars” Quackity said with a grin before pushing Wilbur down on their bed and without thinking Wilbur went to grab whatever he could so he didn't fall and accidentally grabbed Quackity’s wound making him yelp in pain and stumble backwards but Will grabbed both of Quackity’s hands so he didn't hit the wall behind him “What happened” Phil called into the room and neither of them wanted to tell him “nothing” Will called and Phil sighed “I heard someone scream so what happened” Phil said loudly. They sighed and Will opened the door so Phil could come in. Their room was a mess but both of them were fine “see nothing” Will said, sounding irritated. But Phil didn't believe him “you grabbed his arm on accident didn't you,” Phil said and Quackity nodded just a bit “it’s fine though,” they both said quickly and Phil became suspicious of them. “show me” Phil demanded but “no,” Quackity said almost immediately and Phil stepped closer, attempting to threaten Quackity but it wasn’t working “Phil if you hurt him I will put a sword through your chest” Will barked but Phil ignored him, pushing his son away and advancing on Quackity. In desperation Wilbur ran out of the room and outside, yelling at the crows to find Sapnap and Karl with the murder of black birds did quickly, Will ran back inside the room and saw Quackity with his axe and Phil with his sword “if you two want to fight do it outside” Wilbur begged and Phil nodded “fine” he said and went outside to wait for his opponent. Quackity changed into his normal clothes, picked up his axe, and kissed Wilbur on the cheek “don’t attack him, just block his attacks. Help is coming” Wilbur said and kissed Quackity

gently. While Quackity was leaving the house to fight, Wilbur, without thinking better of it called out to his lover    “I love you” he said, tears running down his cheeks as he watched his lover leave. Quackity approached Phil outside, a deadly grin on his face. Phil swung first and Quackity dodged like Will had told him to, Phil attacked again but it only grazed Quackity’s arm making it bleed a bit, he bit his lip but didn’t attack him yet. Will was watching, hoping Phil wouldn’t hurt Quackity too much. But when Phil actually hit Quackity’s arm enough to bleed he ran outside with a netherite sword and bloodlust “DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM” Wilbur roared, joining his partner’s side “Will, no” Quackity said but Wilbur was unconvinced to leave. Footsteps running towards them made Quackity turn to see his partners joining him and Will “it’s four to one” Wilbur called and Phil swung his sword and hit his son in the side and slicing him cleanly in half.“I WILL FUCKING END YOU OLD MAN” Quackity roared, swinging his axe in a beautiful arc that sliced through his lover’s father like cheese though only cutting his arm off. “surrender Phil,” someone said behind them, when they looked back they saw Charlie, Fundy, Foolish, Sam, and to their surprise the person who told Phil to surrender was Tommy, but then there was Schlatt who glared daggers at Quackity, making him shudder. “nine to one, give up already,” Tommy said, and they all watched as Phil dropped his sword in the snow and fell to his knees, bleeding out into the snow. A laugh echoed over the group as a Schlatt approached Quackity, grabbing him by the chin and just smiling maniacally “no, you’re dead, I killed you” Quackity said, memories flooding back to him as he felt the rough touch of his past partner, he began shaking with tears as he felt Schlatt forcefully kiss him and grab him and touch him. Quackity felt a hand stroking his hair and he went to scream but couldn’t find his voice “hey, hey it’s me” Wilbur said in a soothing voice and Quackity leaned into the touch, though he was still crying. Quackity reached over and touched his arm and felt the stitches and sighed “what’s wrong” Wilbur asked “bad dream” Quackity said in a quiet voice “don’t leave our bed again, especially just to go outside for a bit” Wilbur said and Quackity made a little noise and went back to sleep, with Wilbur continuing to pet his hair. Quackity woke up to Wilbur curling around him, though not touching the wound. “Morning” Quackity mumbled and could feel Wilbur smiling on his back “hey,” Wilbur said kissing his neck and brushing his fingers up his arm until he felt the odd stitches “what’s this,” Will asked as he grazed his fingers over the wound “you did this?” Wilbur asked and Quackity nodded, then felt himself be turned on his back and pressed into their bed and Wilbur was kissing him again “don't hit the cut” Quackity gasped, and Wilbur flashed the grin he knew drove Quackity wild. Phil was still asleep by the time they were done so they passed out, exhausted. Phil knocked on their door loudly a few hours later, waking them up “Morning boys” he called and they Quickly got dressed in their regular outfits, Wilbur opened the door while Quackity pretended to be asleep “where’s Quackity” Phil asked “sleeping” Wilbur said and Phil looked in the room and saw Quackity, pretending to be asleep. “Is he okay?” Phil said, know he was usually up by that time “yeah he’s just a little bit tired” Will said “okay” Phil said, and left. Wilbur closed and locked the door, returning to their bed “he’s gone” Wilbur said, running his fingers through his lover’s hair as he laid back down “didn’t you say you had a nightmare last night” Will asked and Quackity nodded “do you wanna tell me about it” Wilbur asked, sitting up. Quackity got up too, crawling over and sitting on Wilbur’s lap “yeah” Quackity mumbled and Wilbur smiled, stroking his hair “I didn’t want to show Phil my arm and he got violent and you sent out the crows a then me and Phil were outside and you were watching from inside but when Phil hit me

with his sword you ran outside and then a bunch of people helped us but we never even attacked Phil, well I did when he killed you” Quackity started, tears running down his cheeks as he remembered the vivid dream. “And I cut his arm off and he died and then Schlatt went over and grabbed me and kissed me” Quackity sobbed, leaning onto Wilbur’s chest and cried loudly “hey, hey, he’s dead now, he can’t hurt you” Wilbur whispered, not touching Quackity in fear he might startle him “Phil killed you” Quackity whimpered. Phil knocked softly on their door, and Quackity yelped “he’s okay” Wilbur called, Quackity tried to crush himself into a ball but Wilbur wrapped his arm around his lover, holding him close to his body “do you want to go down to the casino,” Wilbur asked his partner but Quackity whimpered. “Can we just go outside for a little bit?” Quackity asked and Wilbur nodded, going to move but Quackity clung onto him. Wilbur smiled, holding his partner close to him as he opened the door carefully “Quackity are you-” Phil asked but Quackity just held on to Wilbur tighter. Will opened the door and took his partner into the forest so Quackity didn’t have to see the place where his dream had taken place. “Do you want to sit in my lap or on the snow?” Wilbur asked as he found a good place “lap” Quackity mumbled and Wilbur sat down in the snow, Quackity still on his lap. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Wilbur asked him and Quackty nodded “better now” he murmured and Wilbur smiled “good,” he said softly. They fell asleep again, Wilbur keeping Quackity warm with his coat. They slept for a few hours before Wilbur woke up and picked Quackity up, making sure he was securely held to him before walking further into the forest until Quackity woke up “where are we?” he asked sleepily as Wilbur passed a large tree that looked unfamiliar to him. “Forest,” Wilbur said, his voice calming to his lover “do you want to walk,” Wilbur asked and Quackity nodded so Wilbur stopped by a tree and let Quackity slip down and onto his feet. “Do you want to keep walking or go back?” Wilbur asked and Quackity took his hand and smiled “keep walking” he said and Wilbur nodded, walking him to a clear patch deep in the trees where there where the only lights were the full moon and stars. Quackity smiled and kissed Wilbur on the cheek. Quackity looked around the clearing and saw a little record player and a basket of records, he walked over to it, surprisingly it still could play and Quackity smiled and looked through the records and found the same one he had been playing when Quackity kissed Wilbur for the first time. He smiled and placed the record on the player and went back over to Wilbur, taking his hand and pulling him to the center of the clearing. They danced together with the music playing. when the record had finished Wilbur kissed Quackity and took his hand, walking over to a large tree and sitting down, Quackity sitting on his lap. They slept like this until they heard Phil calling for them “wha-” Quackity said, lifting his head from Wilbur’s chest when he heard someone call his name “Will wake up” Quackity said, urgency in his voice “what, what’s wrong” Will asked but Quackity was already off his lap and offering his hand to his partner “can you climb” Quackity asked as Wilbur took his hand and got up “yeah” Wilbur said, a bit confused. Quackity pulled out his axe and struck the higher-up part of a tree and used it to pull himself up. Once he was up on the tree he waited for Wilbur to pull himself up before grabbing the axe and put it back. They hid in the tree as they watched Phil follow their footprints up to the tree and looked up, though in the dark he couldn't see them “Wilbur? Quackity?” he called again, they saw purple particles and then a noise like someone teleporting near them made Wilbur hold onto his lover tighter, a tall figure emerged from the trees and shook his head, “shit Ranboo” Wilbur hissed, and they saw a shorter figure, going towards them, but they stopped and motioned Ranboo over. the tall man walked over to the tree and stared

up at them, Wilbur closed his eyes tightly but Quackity glared back at Ranboo, gold and white eyes shimmering like the stars and moon. He was still holding his axe which still had blood on the handle. “They aren’t here Phil” Ranboo called and Wilbur sighed. Ranboo stayed at the tree while Tubbo and Phil went back to their houses “go home, he’s worried about you two” Ranboo said, looking a bit irritated, “but I want to know one thing” Ranboo grinned. “What do you want to know” Quackity growled “are you really cheating on Sapnap and Karl with someone who blew up a city,” Ranboo asked, smirking. But when Wilbur started laughing Ranboo looked confused. “No, no, Ranboo I’m a part of their relationship now” Wilbur giggled, Ranboo shook his head “good” he sighed, offering out his hand to help them down. Ranboo walked them back to Phil’s house and they talked until they reached the house where he left them at Phil’s doorstep. Wilbur knocked on the door tentatively and as soon as he did the door swung open and a very distraught Phil answered the door “you’re home” Phil said weakly and let them in “why did you leave” Phil asked “you wouldn't understand” Wilbur said making Phil look sadder “We went on a date” Quackity said wincing when Wilbur smacked him on the shoulder “Wilbur!” Phil scolded “you know he’s hurt,” Phil said sternly “it’s starting to scar now, it’s fine,” Quackity said, “what, already?” Phil said, clearly surprised “yeah,” Quackity said, moving towards Wilbur’s room “alright, you two go to sleep but please if you want to go out again, tell me,” Phil said, moving to his own room. Once in their room, Wilbur and Quackity dressed in their more comfortable clothes and curled up next to each other, Quackity curled up into a ball with Wilbur curled around him so he felt more protected.Quackity woke up in the middle of the night again, whimpering from another terrifying dream, “Will” Quackity said, but his lover didn’t wake up “Will” he said, louder this time but Wilbur was passed out. Quackity climbed out of their bed and put on the boots Wilbur gave him and slipped outside. He went over to Ranboo and Tubbo’s house, crying, cold, and having a panic attack. Tubbo opened the door to him standing there, trying to hide he was crying “Quackity what’s wrong” Tubbo asked, putting on his coat and going outside with him “Wilbur and Phil won’t wake up and everything is spinning and my head hurts” Quackity explained, “did you drink anything?” Tubbo asked concerned Quackity was drunk “I haven’t had anything to drink in two days,” Quackity said, shaking from the cold and his tears. “You can come in as long as you don’t try to steal our kid,” Tubbo said and Quackity nodded “Tommy’s going to pay us back but the deal is off” he assured the shorter man “good” Tubbo said, letting him inside “thank you Tubbo,” Quackity said, smiling thankfully as he stepped inside. “Ranboo!” Tubbo called to his husband “Can Quackity stay here for a little while, something happened” Tubbo asked and Ranboo climbed down the ladder to see Quackity standing there, shaking though still crying “the deal for your kid is off, I don’t want to take him“ Quackity said, his voice wobbly from shaking and crying “what happened, you look bad” Ranboo asked “bad memories, barely slept” Quackity said simply and Ranboo nodded “Ranboo be nice, he’s been through hell and back, literally” Tubbo said, “you promise you won’t try anything with our kid” Ranboo asked and Quackity nodded, Ranboo went to his child’s room and was in there for a while. He felt something wet on his arm and looked down to see he had been subconsciously scratching his arm to the point of it bleeding. He removed his hand from his arm to see his hand was almost entirely covered in blood “Quackity what happened?” Tubbo asked, seeing his arm and hand covered in blood. “Oh, it was an accident,” Quackity said but Tubbo motioned him over to his sink and had him wash his arm and hand off. “That looks bad, Quackity,” Tubbo said but Quackity just shrugged and pulled the needle and thread he had stolen from Phil’s

house from the pocket in his shorts. “Turn away for a sec Tubbo,” Quackity said and Tubbo did. Quackity sewed the little cut he had given himself and washed it off “you can look now” Quackity said and Tubbo turned back around to him “didn’t that hurt” Tubbo asked worriedly “nah, I had to do it for my arm” Quackity assured him “what happened to your arm” Tubbo asked. Quackity rolled up his sleeve to show him the scarring wound on his arm “who did this to you” Tubbo sked, staring at the wound. “Me and Wilbur got in an argument and he cut my arm with a knife, “Quackity said casually. Ranboo was walking in the room with Michael following him when Quackity said this “Quackity that isn’t normal” Rnboo said, walking over to his husband and Quackity who was on the floor talking. “I was yelling at him for not listening to me and he did it, so it was kinda my fault,” Quackity said, brushing it off “Quackity, that isn’t a way to solve an argument,” Ranboo said, concerned. A little oink from Michael wobbling over to Quackity and Tubbo made them try and think of other things. Quackity pushed his sleeve back down “he’s cute” Quackity said, looking at the child with a smile. Suddenly the child turned his attention to Quackity who was sitting cross-legged and watching him. He stumbled over to the black-haired man and squeaked, happy to meet a new person. “Hey buddy,” Quackity said, still smiling, Michael began to climb into his lap and oink loudly at him “hi, Michael,” Quackity said, hovering his hand over the head of the child, he looked at Ranboo for approval, and when Ranboo nodded he carefully pet the kid’s head which made him squeal happily “Quackity, how are you so good with him?” Tubbo asked and Quackity shrugged, softly petting the little fluff on Michael’s head. Michael raised his arms and squeaked furiously at Quackity “Michael” Tubbo said but the kid didn’t move “he wants to be picked up” Ranboo said, “can I?” Quackity asked, still petting the fluff. Ranboo nodded and Quackity carefully picked the kid up and held him like he was the most delicate thing ever. Quackity stood up slowly and held him close to his body so he didn’t drop him. Quackity began humming a soft lullaby to the child as he slowly walked in a circle. A sudden pounding on their door startled Michael making him cry “shh, shh, it’s okay Michael” Quackity said, holding the child tighter, he continued to hum to the child as Ranboo went over and opened the door “Quackity is missing” Phil said urgently, Wilbur standing behind him, watching the way Quackity moved with the child in his arms. “He’s here with us,” Ranboo said. Phil looked into the house and saw Quackity humming to the child and holding it like it was his own child. “Quackity, Phil is looking for you” Ranboo called and Quackity looked up from Michael and saw Phil and Wilbur staring at him. He gave the sleeping Michael to Tubbo and walked over to the door “what were you doing” Phil asked “he was having a panic attack and came over to us because he couldn’t get either of you two up and Michael wanted to socialize” Ranboo said, folding his arms “oh” Phil said. Wilbur motioned his partner outside which Quackity did, “yes?” Quackity said. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” Wilbur asked, sounding offended. “I tried to but I couldn’t so I went to their house.” he said. Quackity knew they were going to have an argument so he grabbed Wilbur by the wrist and pulled him into Phil’s house and into their room. “At least leave a note” Wilbur growled, Quackity backed up into the wall while Wilbur grabbed his knife. “Wilbur no, this isn’t how you solve an argument” Quackity pleaded, reaching for his axe but it was just out of his grasp so he just screamed. “Wilbur no!” Quackity called, trying to get someone's attention that wasn’t Will’s “Wilbur please,” Quackity said, beginning to cry from fear, he dropped to his knees and curled into a ball, this action seemed to make Wilbur think clearer and put the knife away. They heard the door swing open and Phil run inside “Wilbur stop, now,” Phil said, seeing Wilbur still trying

to approach Quackity “I don’t have the knife” Wilbur said “leave him be then” Phil warned and Wilbur turned back around to face Phil “see, no knife” Wilbur said and Phil backed off. Once Phil left the room Wilbur tossed the knife away and got on his knees, slowly approaching his partner “hey, are you okay?” Wilbur asked, kneeling in front of Quackity. The man curled in a ball lifted his head ”n-no” Quackity whimpered, Wilbur got closer and placed a hand on his partner’s back. Will helped his lover up and laid him on their bed and took off his boots for him “do you wanna go back to sleep?” Wilbur asked and Quackity nodded. “Do you want to be by yourself?” Wilbur asked, making sure Quackity knew he had a choice “no” he said and Wilbur nodded, holding him as he got into their bed. Quackity fell asleep in Wilbur's arms again. Wilbur gently pet his lover’s hair. When Quackity woke up there was actually light, he kissed Wilbur, waking him up. “Good morning, I guess,” Wilbur said, knowing what Quackity wanted. Wilbur kissed him back, Quackity grabbed his shoulders and rolled onto his back. Phil hadn’t gone back to sleep since he was woken up by Wilbur, he knew they were awake when the noises began coming from their room. A while later the noises stopped and they talked to each other for a few minutes before Wilbur kissed Quackity again and they were being loud again. “They’re like rabbits, bloodthirsty, violent rabbits,” Phil said to himself. Waited for them to stop before he knocked on their door “Shut up, you two are so loud” Phil called “We know” Quackity called back making Wilbur start laughing. “Oh shut up” Phil snapped, closing and covering his eyes, before rattling their door handle loudly. Quackity screamed and got dressed as did Wilbur. They could hear Phil laughing to himself as he walked away from their door “What the hell!” Wilbur called but Phil didn’t respond. Qackity and Wilbur already had their regular outfits on so they went out to the casino. Quackity didn’t want to drink but Wilbur did so Quackity stood watching him “hey Quackity” Wilbur slurred, walking over to his partner after having multiple drinks over his limit “Wilbur you’re drunk” Quackity aid, stepping back “so what?” he said drunkenly “let’s go home Will,” Quackity said, leaving the casino and making his way back home, Wilbur following far behind. When Quackity got back to the snowy biome, Phil was waiting for him “Where’s Wilbur?” Phil asked and Quackity looked back “he’s coming,” he said, clearly irritated. Quackity went back out to the forest, walking farther than he and Wilbur had gone the night before. He continued to walk in the woods until he hear a loud noise like large animals nearby. He pulled out his axe, prepared for anything. He came across a hostile pack of wolves that tried to attack him but he was ready and easily slaughtered the wolves. He continued forwards until it was dark out and he heard someone coming “Who’s there he asked, spinning around to see Tubbo running through the trees “Tubbo, what’s wrong?” Quackity asked, walking over to him “is Wilbur with you” Tubbo asked frantically but Quackity shook his head “can you help us look for him” he asked and Quackity nodded “he’s drunk so he’s probably passed out somewhere in the snow” Quackity said and Tubbo ran off, continuing to look for Will. Quackity walked back to the house and changed into the sweater and boots, going back outside he saw in the dim light, a trail that looked very uneven so he followed it and saw Wilbur lying face-down in the snow, Quackity grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him over “I FOUND HIM!” Quackity called desperately, trying to help his lover off the ground. He kept trying until he heard the sound of running getting closer “HELP” Quackity begged, still unable to lift his partner. Phil git to him first, helping the drunk up and on his feet “Wilbur wake up” Quackity pleaded but Wilbur was still passed out “I’ll take him home, ask Ranboo if you can stay at his house until Will sobers up” Phil said and Quackity nodded, hugging Phil before leaving

“thank you, Phil, for everything” Quackity said, Phil almost shoved him away but he didn’t, just walked away. Quackity stood and waited until he saw a little brown head appear from the treeline “hey Tubbo” Quackity said, looking worse than before “hey Quackity, why are you outside?” Tubbo asked. “Phil sid not to go in the house until Will sobers up,” Quackity said, looking almost heartbroken. “Oh, well you can stay with us. I’ll ask Ranboo” Tubbo said cheerfully, turning to look at his husband that was appearing from the trees “no, Tubbo it’s fine, I’ll stay in the casino,” Quackity said, but Tubbo wasn’t listening “Ranboo, can Quackity stay with us for a little bit? Phil said he can’t go inside until Wilbur sobers up,” Tubbo asked and Ranboo just looked at Quackity  “it’s fine, I can stay at my casino for a while” Quackity said but Rnboo shook his head, “Michael seemed to like you, you aren’t drunk or high right?” he asked patiently and Quackity shook his head “I went down to the casino with Will to talk to him but he just drank” Quackity said. Ranboo sighed and walked to his house, Tubbo following him “come on Quackity” Ranboo said, motioning him in. Quackity thanked him and walked in, when Ranboo closed the door Michael began crying. Tubbo ran into the kid’s room and took him out of his crib and put him onto the living room floor and gave him a little copy of Benson. Quackity smiled at the child who oinked when he saw Quackity and started to waddle over to him with the duck plush. “Hey buddy,” Quackity said, looking up at Ranboo who nodded. He removed his boots so he wouldn’t track water into the house and walked over to Michael as sat on the floor with him. Michael offered his duck to Quackity, “you can keep your ducky kiddo” Quackity said, fluffing the little bit of hair on the kid’s head, Michael laughed and clambered into Quackity’s lap “what are you doing” Quckity asked the toddler who just smiled and continued babbling, Michael lifted his arms and went to squeal but Quackity picked him up before he could, slowly standing up and walking around “Quackity?” Tubbo asked and he looked up, the kid in his arms. “How are you so good at parenting?” Tubbo asked but Quackity just shrugged “dunno,” he said, starting to hum to Michael. Ranboo pulled Tubbo into a room and shut the door and they talked for a while. When Ranboo closed the door, Quackity walked into the kid’s room, singing a lullaby softly as he set the sleeping child back in his cradle. A loud noise like something being ripped off a wall woke Michael back up and made him cry loudly and Quackity was in the room so he tried to settle the child. Ranboo threw open the door of the room he and Tubbo were in and saw the place where they had put something over the broken window was ripped off and Quackity was nowhere to be seen and they could hear their kid crying. “QUACKITY” Ranboo roared and Quackity scrambled out of Michael’s room, the kid in his arms “Ranboo,” Tubbo said, looking up at his absolutely livid husband “What” Ranboo spat and Tubbo pointed behind him where Quackity was with their kid who was still crying loudly “Ranboo, I-” Quackity went to say but when the taller man whipped around to look at him it shut him up “give me m kid” Ranboo snapped, snatching the crying child from Quackity’s grasp “Ranboo, he wasn’t trying to steal him” Tubbo protested, seeing the distraught look on Quackity’s face “I was gonna say, I couldn’t settle him, but I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do anything,” Quackity said, beginning to cry himself, he walked over to the door and put the boots back on and left the house, he went and grabbed the window blockade and brought it to their doorstep and left it there “I’m sorry” Quackity sobbed running to Phil’s house where he knocked on the door carefully. Phil opened the door to Quackty crying and having a breakdown, “can I come in?” Quackity sobbed but Phil shook his head “ he won’t sleep it off, are you, good mate?” Phil asked him and Quackity just nodded “fine,” he said through tears “Ranboo yelled at him and grabbed Michael away, and

falsely accused him of stealing Michael,” someone behind Quackity said that turned out to be Tubbo “oh, damn,” Phil said, turning to go back to Will. “can I see him, Wilbur,” Quackity asked, trying to stop himself from crying and Phil nodded “fine but Tubbo you have to stay outside,” Phil said and Tubbo shrugged “I have time, Ranboo is in trouble with me,” Tubbo said, sitting cross-legged on a step as Quackity walked inside. Quackity closed the door behind him and walked into Wilbur’s room “hey Will,” Quackity said, and almost immediately Wilbur ran over to him and started kissing him “Will you’re drunk still” Quackity said, starting to cry again “no I’m not, Phil just thinks I am,” Wilbur said and Quackity believed him, though still crying silently “hey, hey, what’s wrong” Wilbur said, taking Quackity over to their bed and sitting on it “I got yelled at and stuff taken from me and accused of stuff, and then you kissed me and all I could smell was alcohol and I thought you were drunk, and- and” Quackity said, gasping for breath “bad memories?” Wilbur said, cupping Quackity’s cheek in his hand “yeah” he said, leaning into the touch as he touched the scars on his wrists and throat. Wilbur got up and tossed Quackity his other clothes “hey, get dressed” Wilbur said and Quackity did, taking the hand Wilbur offered. Wilbur grinned and quickly opened the door and bolted for the casino, dragging Quackity with him. “Wilbur, what the hell?” Quackity said, the awful memories still penetrating his mind. Once they got to the casino, Wilbur locked the large doors behind him and they were alone. “Wilbur can you not get drunk again,” Quackity said, tears flooding his cheeks “I won’t,” Wilbur said, gently kissing his damp cheek and smiling. He lit a cigarette and offered one to his partner who stood still for a moment then fell to his knees, sobbing. “Oh shit, right,” Wilbur said putting it out and going over to his love “no, no, no, noooo” Quackity sobbed, hiding his head in his arms. Wilbur got on the ground and placed a gentle hand in Quackity’s hair “he’s dead, he can’t hurt you. He’s run out of lives” Wilbur said, stroking his lover’s hair and calming him down “he can’t hurt you ever again, because even if he broke the rules and came back to life I would throw him off a cliff” Wilbur assured him. Quackity tried to get up but was too weak at the moment so Wilbur helped him up when a loud knocking on the large doors startled them both “shit they found us” Wilbur said, “pretend like we’re fucking” Wilbur said and Quackity nodded. Tubbo pounded on the door “QUACKITY HE’S DRUNK, DON’T LET HIM FUCK YOU” Tubbo screamed making Phil sigh “really Tubbo?” he said and Tubbo just rolled his eyes “what! They flirt ALL the time and I saw them making out the other day” Tubbo said with his arms crossed. Suddenly loud voice yelled “Diablos si, follame mas fuerte papi” and Tubbo sighed “leave em’ be, Phil,” Tubbo said, turning to walk back to his house but Phil stopped him “Phil, do you really want to catch your son fucking his boyfriend?” Tubbo asked but Phil huffed and walked away with Tubbo. Inside they were up against a wall making out “I think they’re gone” Quackity gasped “probably, but who cares” Wilbur growled grabbing and pulling Quackity’s dark hair “Sapnap and Karl have keys for the casino” Quackity said, his legs shaking from standing for so long “it’s not cheating if I'm dating you” Wilbur whispered, nipping Quackity's throat making his lover gasp and pull him closer “closet?” Quackity whimpered, his eyes hazy and heavy. Quackity never got an answer to his question as a loud rattling of the door handles startled them both “fuck, I told you they have keys, hurry up” Quackity said, grabbing his partner’s shoulders tighter. Wilbur got dressed Quicker than his lover and tossed him his brown overcoat as the door swung open “oh what the hell!” Sapnap said turning away from them so Quackity could get dressed “we have fucked before Sapnap” Quackity said, handing Wilbur his coat back “what’s your point” Sapnap said angrily “you can turn back

around” Quackity said putting both his middle fingers up when his fiance turned to look “go fuck yourself” Sapnap said sarcastically “I’d much rather Wilbur do it” Quackity said “shut the hell up whore” Sapnap spat “if you two don't shut the fuck up I am going to kill both of you” Wilbur said, glaring at them. “You wouldn't” Quackity challenged him “you’re right, I'd only kill Sapnap, I wouldn't fuck you for two weeks,” Wilbur said, shutting his partner up. “What do you want Sapnap, clearly you interrupted something and I would much like to go back to that” Wilbur growled, turning his attention back to him. “Phil told me to see what you were doing” Sapnap admitted “well tell him to politely get the fuck out of our business,” Wilbur said, very irritated at that point “okay, have fun,” Sapnap said, kissing Quackity but glaring at the man in the overcoat. Wilbur felt like he was slapped across the face, but instead of leaning into it, Wilbur watched Quackity shove him away and flip him off  “get lost asshole” Quackity said, turning back to Will and grabbed the opening of his overcoat and kissed him, the same way they had kissed the first time, Quackity pissed at his fiance again “I’m going to fuck you in front of him” Quackity hissed, pushing Will to the ground and kissing him harder “oh hell no” Sapnap said, locking the doors behind him as he left. Quackity started laughing to himself and got off Wilbur “your kid came in the other day” Quackity said, trying to stop laughing “hm?” Wilbur asked, “the one you had with a fish that’s a fox, Fundy from L’manburg?” Quackity said, making sure his lover remembered his own son “ohh Fundy, what was he doing here?” Wilbur asked but Quackity just shrugged “he didn't do anything, just sat there, panicking and crying,” Quackity said “fucking loser,” they both said at the same time then started laughing again “c’mon, let's go home,” Wilbur said, crying from laughing so hard. They walked back to the house to see Sapnap trying to explain himself to Phil. “Hola Perras,” Quackity said loudly, walking near the houses, Wilbur in tow. “I thought told you to get lost” Quackity threatened, Sapnap jumped and bolted away like a rat. “I told you they were fucking” Tubbo called, leaning against the side of the house, seeing how messy they looked. “Go suck your husband’s dick Tubbo” Quackity called. Tubbo gasped, pretending to be offended “we are platonic husbands,” Tubbbo said, still feigning offense. “A platonic as Dream and George” Wilbur laughed but Quackity elbowed him in the ribs “Oww what the hell” Will yelped, glaring at Quackity “they are platonic, Ranboo and Tubbo,” Quackity said, changing his mood quick “oh fuck go yourself Quackity,” Wilbur said, shoving him to the side. Quackity remained his posture and grinned at Will “you’d want to watch, you freak” Quackity cackled making Tubbo gag “you spend too much time with Tommy” Wilbur laughed “or you two fucking almost the entire day every day is a weird concept to me” Tubbo said defensively and they both rolled their eyes “you should try it, it’s fun” Quackity grinned, flashing his golden tooth, or fang as Wilbur called it, Quackity brushed his tongue over his already wet lips and grabbed Wilbur by the opening of his overcoat and kissed him. “You two act like I haven’t already seen you shoving your tongues down each other’s throats,” Tubbo said, unfazed from what they were doing. Wilbur and Quackity pulled away from each other, sending flirty remarks to each other as well. The sound of feet shuffling in the snow made Quackity jump in surprise, Tubo knew who it ws and turned around to tell him off but when he saw what his husband looked like he couldn’t bear to add more scars to his face. Ranboo approached them, his scars in plain view and his long hair loose instead of in a braid. “Hey, Quackity I’m sorry for accusing you of stealing Michael, nd grabbing him away from you, and making you bleed,” Ranboo said, tears beginning to drip down his already scarred cheeks and making a little hissing noise as it added more awful scars to his face. “You

did WHAT” Wilbur lashed out, making Ranboo cry more “I’m sorry” he sobbed into his arms, more scars, more pain, Quackity couldn’t imagine the excruciating pain Ranboo must be in. “Ranboo, you didn’t make me bleed, that was myself being stupid” Quackity said, hugging him though their height difference was quite visible. “When I grabbed Michael from you, my claws were extended, check your arms, Michael had blood where I had my hands,” Ranboo said, taking Quackity’s arms and flipping them over to show Quackity and Will the little claw marks and bloodstains on Quackity’s arms “they’re just little cuts, I have way bigger ones, so don’t worry” Quackity assured Ranboo but smiled weakly. “HOW DARE YOU HURT HIM” Wilbur roared. “YOU CUT YOUR BOYFRIEND” Tubbo snapped, standing in front of his crying husband “Tubbo no, I can handle him,” Quackity said, placing a hand on the goat boy’s shoulder but Tubbo shook him off “nobody yells at my husband” Tubbo huffed, but Wilbur just grinned, Quackity sunk the golden tooth into his bottom lip, irritated. “Stop it both of you” Quackity growled, dragging Wilbur away. Ranboo looked over at Quackity, though his cheeks were still scarred. “Let me fight him, please” Wilbur begged but Quackity shut it down “no, Ranboo will step in and you won’t have a chance, I am saving you,” Quackity said flatly and Wilbur sighed “just hold him back,” Wilbur said, hugging off the warning “he can teleport, why am I even having this conversation with you,” Quackity said, dragging Wilbur back into Phil’s house. “Tubbo go home, he’s not gonna hurt Ranboo” Quackity called and pushed Wilbur inside his room and shut the door “what the hell is wrong with you, they didn’t provoke us, there’s no reason to fight,” Quackity said, still angry. “You looked like you liked it when I was gonna fight Tubbo, you probably would’ve gotten off watching their blood splatter in the snow” Wilbur crooned, getting closer to his partner. “I bit my lip because I was pissed off and didn’t want to cuss you out in front of them, I made myself bleed when I did that,” Quackity said. Wilbur’s eyes locked onto Quackity’s lips, seeing the blood dripping onto the floor as the fang settled into the little bloody hole in Quackity’s lip. Quackity licked the blood off the fang and moved it to where it wouldn’t hurt him. Wilbur stepped closer, grabbing Quackity’s chin softly and brushing his calloused thumb over Quackity’s scarred and bloody lips, smearing the blood “Wilbur, what are you-” Quackity said, his voice breathy from the movement of his lover’s thumb. But Wilbur had already captured Quackity’s lips in his. “Will, no” Quackity gasped, trying to pull away but hands laced into his black hair prevented him from moving. Quackity pressed the fang into Wilbur’s tongue but Wilbur didn’t pull away. “Will, we can’t, standing in the middle of your room” Quackity gasped breathily “bed, please, I can’t stand for very much longer” Quackity begged and Wilbur nipped Quackity’s throat “Wilbur, bed, please” Quackity moaned, his legs starting to hurt. “You want this, you little whore, I can tell in the way you’re begging me like a little slutty bitch” Wilbur grinned, watching as Quackity loudly collapsed to the floor. Wilbur had forgotten that Phil was in the house. “What was that?” Phil said on the other side of the door. “Nothing” Wilbur called, glancing down at Quackity who had a little pool of blood under his head from his lip. The door swung open and Phil saw Quackity lying on the ground with blood around him and Will standing over him with blood on his hands “what did you do” Phil gasped, running over to Quackity and Kneeling next to him, checking his pulse, and such. “He fell,” Wilbur said like he couldn’t be bothered to care, “why is there blood on your hands” Phil squeaked, thankful that Quackity was still alive and awake “what happened Quackity,” Phil asked him, ignoring Wilbur for the time being. “He was” Quackity swallowed, accidentally drinking the metallic tasting blood that had pooled in his mouth “teasing me, and I told him to stop and that I

couldn’t stand for any longer, he just called me a little slutty bitch and watched me fall” Quackity finished, the gold tooth fitting into the hole in his lips, temporarily stopping the blood “why are you bleeding,” Phil said, gently turning Quackity’s face that was covered in blood “I bit my lip too hard while Will was planning on fighting Tubbo,” QUackity said, taking the hand Phil offered to help him up. “Can I see it?” Phil said tentatively, and Quackity nodded, showing Phil the small hole where the tip of the tooth stuck into his bottom lip. “That looks bad,” Phil said but Quackity shrugged, wiping the blood off his face with his arm, pretending like it didn’t hurt. “Wilbur, come with me, now, you too Quackity,” Phil said, his voice stern now. Wilbur followed Phil outside, though Quackity looked terrified. “Quackity go to Tubbo and Ranboo’s house,” Phil said and Quackity nodded, running to the house, the tooth shoved into the hole, he knocked quietly on the door then paced in front of the door, crying, and dripping blood onto the sparkling white snow. Tubbo opened to door to see Quackity holding his hands under his mouth, blood dripping into his hands. “Quackity what happened,” Tubbo said, shuffling him inside, and taking him over to the sink so he could wash off his hands. “I bit my lip too hard and I put a little hole in it,” Quackity said as Tubbo frantically went to get paper towels for him. Ranboo walked in and saw Quackity dripping blood into the sink and his husband freaking out “what happened” he asked, trying to help calm Tubbo “lip bleeding. can you get me some ice please” Quackity asked and Ranboo nodded, getting a small ice cube and giving it to Quackity who melted it into just the right shape and popped it into the little hole in his lip. “Tubbo, I’m fine now” he assured him, knowing the lake ice would freeze any blood. A babbling noise came from Michael’s room as Quackity watched the toddler waddle into the room and run over as soon as he saw Quackity “Heyy buddy” he said picking the kid up. Michael smiled and giggled, reaching for Quackity’s beanie “no, no, no, Michael, we don’t take things from other people” Tubbo said. “It’s fine, here kiddo” Quackity smiled, flashing the gold fang that caught the kid’s and the parent’s attention. The black-haired man took off his beanie and put it on the kid’s head. “Quackity how did you get that” Ranboo asked. And Tubbo sighed “gambling” they both said. “You bet on a gold fang and won,” Ranboo said, thinking they were being sarcastic “winning is out of the question, first of all. Second, even if I didn’t win, I would’ve stolen it” Quackity grinned, taking his hat off of the kid and putting it back on himself. “How is winning out of the question? Gambling is about luck” Ranboo said. “Ranboo I would like you to look at who you’re staring at” Tubbo sighed “okay” the half and half man said, blinking a few times. “Quackity here, is called the King of gambling for a reason” Tubbo looked very annoyed but his husband was just confused “he is the house, he owns the casino, anyone that wins is either a god or cheating. The house always wins” Tubbo stomped his hoof for emphasis. Quackity ignored their bickering, not realizing that the ice had managed to melt and some blood was dripping on the kid, and his hands were still stained and wet with blood. Quackity set the kid down when he realized the ice had melted. “Shit- I mean shoot, Ranboo can you get me more ice,” Quackity said, trying to not swear in front of Michael “yeah, and you don’t need to censor yourself, Tubbo swears all the time” Ranboo chuckled, giving him the ice. Quackity looked down at Michael who had blood all over him “oh no” Quackity sighed, the ice placed on top of the little hole. “What happened?” Tubbo asked, peering at Michael who had blood all over him “did he bite you, I am so sorry” Tubbo apologized “no it’s from my hands and lip” Quackity said, “oh he gets blood on himself quite a bit, no worries” Ranboo said but it just made Quackity feel worse and as if Tubbo could sense it he was at his side

“hey, hey, it’s not your fault, you didn’t know” Tubbo assured him. “But I feel bad about getting your kid dirty with my blood,” Quackity said, looking at his shoes “you can give him a bath if you want, I don’t know” Tubbo sighed but Quackity’s eyes lit up like a firework. “Of course,” he said enthusiastically. Tubbo picked up the kid, walking Quackity to the giant bathroom where he saw a small basket of toys and different soaps to change the colors of the water, he grinned happily, “could you babysit him, me and Ranbo wanted to do something and we were gonna ask you and now you’re already here” Tubbo said, setting Michael on the ground. “Sure,” Quackity said happily, “thanks,” Tubbo said, walking out of the bathroom and to his husband. Once they had left Quackity wrapped Michael in his warm coat and took him over to Phil’s house (Wilbur and Phil were nowhere to be seen) to change into an oversized shirt and shorts. They went back to the kid’s home. He put the coat back and went back into the bathroom. Quackity shut the door so Michael couldn’t run out “bath time buddy” Quackity said happily, turning on the water and making it nice and warm for the kid. “You want your toys kiddo?” he asked, helping the kid undress and put him in the bath. As expected Michael splashed a bunch but still played with the toys. Once Michael was cleaned off, he took him out of the bath and dried him off, his black hair damp and his white shirt with wet spots from where Michael had splashed him. Quackity put him in a cute black and yellow onesie with little bee wings, he took out a small hair clip from his pocket and after he had brushed out Michael’s little fluff, he put the clip in the kid’s hair, making him giggle. Quackity put Michael into his playpen and organized the room while he played “Michael” Quackity said, making the kid look at him “you wanna go over to uncle Phil’s house?” Quackity asked him and Michael began squeaking happily and stumbled over to the wall of the playpen. Quackity laughed and picked him up, and put on his little overalls. Quackity grabbed his tiny coat and pulled it on, he put little snow boots on the kid so he could walk when they went outside. Quackity walked with the kid over to Phil’s house, forgetting he was barefoot. “I think his door is unlocked,” Quackity said to himself and they approached the door, but it was locked. He knocked on the door but Wilbur answered. “Quackity what-” Wilbur started but Quackity pulled away “Will, I was just going to grab something, but we don’t need it,” Quackity said, his voice suddenly normal but more hidden and monotone. He turned away to go back with Michael but Wilbur grabbed his arm. “Quackity I’m-” but Wilbur was interrupted again by Quackity roughly pulling away “fuck it” he hissed to himself and spun Quackity around so they faced each other and Wilbur kissed him, grabbing his collar and pulling him closer. An echoing squeal came from Michael, one that definitely alerted Phil. “Will what was that,” Phil said from inside “nothing,” Wilbur said, dipping his head back to continue kissing Quackity. Phil skidded into the hallway where the door was and saw what Wilbur was doing, but everything looked wrong, Quackity had both hands on Wilbur’s chest, trying to push him away “Quackity what are you doing?” Phil asked. Quackity threw his head back in a gasp “get off me” he said, struggling. Wilbur parted away from him and Quackity wiped off the spit with his arm and picked Michael up “fuck off Wilbur” Quackity said, the kid squeaking like he was agreeing “hey Michael” Phil said but Quackity was already gone, “who does he think he is,” Quackity said, glancing behind him to see Wilbur running towards them “Michael run, jump through the hole in the window, then hide up in your parents’ bed,” Quackity said putting the kid down. Michael immediately ran back to his house, doing exactly as Quackity had said. The black-haired man turned to face his partner “what do you want Wilbur” Quackity said, his tone harsh “Quackity, just listen to me” Wilbur said, skidding to a stop in the snow.

“Just tell me,” Quackity said impatiently. “I’m sorry for being an ignorant ass, I love you, I really do Quackity,” Wilbur said, his voice honest. “Wilbur, I-” but he stopped himself, “I-I” he kept trying but couldn’t say it. Quackity threw his arms around Wilbur, kissing him “yeah” he murmured, their own little proposal of love to each other, though he couldn’t bring himself to say those four words yet “I want you to be by me for an eternity” Will whispered “Wilbur, I love you more than anyone could ever say, I love you more than any god himself” he said, crying “Wilbur I want you to kiss me every time I win a round of poker, every dollar I win, I want you to say I’m beautiful, I want to fuck you every time someone quits a game with me” Quackity gasped, his nails pressed into Wilbur’s back “yes, fuck yes” Will cried “what if I tried to marry you, what would you say” Wilbur asked, “I’d say any man brave enough to get on one knee for me I’d marry in a heartbeat” Quackity said, his voice higher now “what if I asked you to leave Karl and Sapnap and live with me” Wilbur said, the adrenaline finally getting to him “yes, anything for you Wilbur” Quackity cried, feeling teeth grazing his throat. “Let’s do it, baby, we’ll let them be by themselves and we can be happy together,” Wilbur said, panting. “Yeah,” Quackity said, high off adrenaline. Wilbur grabbed Quackity’s hand and pulled him towards Kinoko kingdom. They both looked drunk and high by the time they reached the castle and knocked, the door swung open and Quackity kissed his fiances “I’m sorry” he said, grabbing the necklace around his scarred neck. “Have fun bastards” he cackled, dropping the necklace in Karl’s unknowing hands and making a run for it with Wilbur. “Fuck that felt good,” Quackity said, jumping in Wilbur’s arms as they reached the portal. The confusion on Karl and Sapnap’s faces was understandable “did he ditch us for Wilbur” Sapnap asked and Karl nodded “he looked really high and drunk, so I don't know if he was thinking clearly” Karl said, removing the rings from the black string and putting one on Sapnap’s finger and one on his own “let’s follow them, Quackity wasn't even wearing outside clothes or shoes” Sapnap said. Quackity returned to Michael’s house retrieving the kid and playing with him for half an hour before Ranboo and Tubbo got back and saw what Quackity looked like. “Quackity, step away from Michael,” Ranboo said in a warning tone, Quackity hadn't heard him though “Quackity get away from our kid,” Tubbo said, louder and Quackity nodded. stepping away from him with a giddy laugh. “Go home and sleep,” Tubbo said, not wanting him near Michael anymore. Quackity practically skipped back to Phil’s house. “Quackity and you did what,” Phil asked Wilbur, “we got wayyyyy too high and went to Kinoko kingdom and he broke up with Karl and Sap” Wilbur repeated “on what,” Phil said, hoping they weren't actually high “not a drug, just made out and hyped each other up,” Wilbur said, brushing it off. “Wilbur he still broke up with his fiances on your account,” Phil said. Quackity slumped against the door but when he saw two familiar figures walking towards the house, Quackity hammered on the door. The door swung open and Quackity was dragged in by the arm. “What did you do” Phil immediately asked “I broke up with Karl and Nick, ohh why would I do that” Quackity groaned, pressing his body against the door, Wilbur gingerly cupped Quackity’s chin, making him look up, “come here,” Wilbur said, his voice just perfectly alluring. He took Quackity’s hand and led him to their room. Once inside the closed-door Quackity threw his arms around Wilbur, one hand lacing into the brown hair, the other around Will’s waist. He kissed Wilbur like he couldn’t care less about his fiances, about their feelings. Karl carefully knocked on the door, Phil opened it, and was a bit surprised when he saw who it was “we’d like to speak to Quackity, he looked really high when he came to us and dropped off his rings” Karl said. “QUACKITY, STOP MAKING OUT WITH WILBUR AND COME HERE” Phil

called. And the door creaked open and Quackity stepped out but Wilbur remained inside. “Yeah” Quackity said, a bit irritated “are you very sure you don’t want to be with Karl and Sapnap anymore” Phil asked “I don’t know, I want to be with Wilbur but I like being with Karl and Nick. “hey, how about we compromise” Sapnap offered. “Like, me and Karl will be like your parents, dragging you out of stupid situations when you’re drunk or high and want to be stupid” Sapnap explained. “Yeah, that works” Quackity said, hugging them both “we’ll go now” Karl said as Quackity pulled away. “Quackity, hnn, come here please” Wilbur whined from in their room. QUackity gave a wek smile and dissapeared into the room “bye Phil” Karl said, and they were gone. Phil groaned at another knock on the door “what” he said, but saw a pissed off Tubbo and a nervous Ranboo. “We want to speak to Quackity” Tubbo demanded “well you’re gonna have to wait a little while” Phil said, nodding behind him to their door. “Well when he’s done fucking his boyfriend, ask him why he was high when he was babysitting my kid” Tubbo spat “Tubbo, he wasn’t high, just a little bit off” Phil said, trying to explain in a non-blatant way “just yell at him for me” Tubbo said, dragging Ranboo back to their house. “Will” Phil could hear Quackity gasp through the walls “hey! Be quiet” Phil snapped, hitting the wall. “We’ll go outside when we’re done” Wilbur called “fine” Phil said, giving up and going to his own room. And true to their word, after they were done, they put on their regular outfits, and left after a small heart attack from Quackity because he couldn’t find his rings. They went down to the casino, making sure to bring a crow with them, so both of them could get way too drunk. Wilbur locked the door behind him and made his way over to the fairly colorful wall of alcohol and pulled a bottle of pure vodka from the wall and opened it, he took a swig of the bitter drink and swallowed it “we are going to get so drunk” Wilbur grinned, returning the bottle to his lips and drinking a large portion of it. Quackity grinned, grabbing a familar whiskey from the wall. He took a sip from the nearly empty bottle and dropped it almost immediately “what” Wilbur said, hearing the loud noise “slipped” Quackity said, grabbing a copy of what Wilbur had from the wall. He took a long drink from the tall bottle and set it back down, the bitter taste assaulting his nerves. They continued to drink and talk until QUackity checked his watch and it read 3:29 am “Will, c’mon we gotta go home” Quackity slurred, having much more alcohol than Wilbur due to his high alcohol tolorence. Wilbur wouldn’t stop laughing as he was pulled outside, taking extra bottles with him. “Go get Phil” Quackity told the crow that had been waiting patiently for them. The bird flew off and Quackity and his lover waited, frequently drinking from the bottles of flavored vodka Wilbur had taken. Phil finally made it there an hour later and the had long finished the stolen bottles and had moved on to stronger drinks. “Ohh you two” Phil growled, waiting for them to finish off the bottles of vodka they had before dragging them back home “why did you think this was a good idea” Phil asked them but the drunks just laughed “ohh you two are going to be so loud” he said to himself as they finally reached home. “Inside, I will be in the forest if you need me” Phil said, leaving them inside and waiting in a small hidden bunker in the woods. As soon as the door was shut Quackity’s lips were on any visible skin of his partner “Qua-Quack-Quackity” Wilbur gasped, grabbing at the back of his lover’s dress shirt, “hm” Quackity panted, biting Wilbur’s bottom lip. Their loud noises echoed throughout the house and only stopped for a few minutes before getting louder. The obnoxious noises didn’t stop until late morning, stopped by Phil who wanted to go inside because he was cold. “Let me in” Phil called, listening as the noises died and he could hear them running to the door “one Hic second,” Quackity said from inside, it was clear they were

still drunk. “You bastards are cleaning my hou-” Phil went to threaten them but his house looked exactly the same as before “I will be staying out of your room for a long time,” Phil said, turning away from them like they were rats, Wilbur just grinned and kissed Quackity “if you two can not get drunk, high, or fuck for two days in a row, I will build you two a little cabin in the woods, okay” Phil said, watching their emotions change in their eyes “starting tomorrow” Quackity said “we aren’t leaving our room all day today” he huffed, grabbing Wilbur and pulling him into their room “suck it old man” Wilbur called from in his room, followed by Quackity yelling at him and slapping him across the face. The day was awful for Phil though they wore themselves out by later at night, Phil grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down three words, he placed the paper where they would see it and went to bed.

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[aficforeveryfandom]

The Love Shack Tavern

Time for a Merthur fic! Remember 0304 where the barmaid in the tavern fancies Merlin? Well this kinda spirals off from there soooo

Lots of fluff :)

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“Oh no, sorry, I was talking to your friend,” smiled the barmaid. Arthur’s face catapulted through the spectrum of human emotion, from confusion, to surprise, to shame, to annoyance. Merlin looked quite frankly rather pleased with himself, shooting Arthur a cheeky grin.

“Merlin??” Arthur questioned, not really having considered the dollophead to have any sort of appeal before. But whatever, he could totally let it go. “Are you absolutely sure she meant you?” Okay so maybe not completely let it go. When Merlin continued to smile and a faint blush rose in his cheeks, Arthur tilted his head slightly in bewilderment.

After the bar fight and the drunken pretty boy who was literally a nightmare on legs, Arthur really started to think. He watched how Gwaine looked at Merlin, like he was precious and desirable. Again he relived the mistaken barmaid, her dough eyes sparkling at his servant. Then he thought about Gwen, how close the two were, and the way she smiled at him like he was some beacon of hope. And Morgana - she really liked him, and trusted him, and cared about him. Arthur had never really considered how much other people seemed to like his idiot manservant.

Merlin felt Arthur’s eyes on him as they rode. He chuckled to himself, thinking he was still fixated on for once not being the drop dead gorgeous one. Although he totally was. With his stupid blonde shiny hair and his stupid bright eyes and his stupid stupid jawline and those rippling stupid muscles. But this time, Merlin had been the sex appeal, and by god he was never going to get over that.

But Arthur wasn’t thinking about the barmaid. He was wayyyyy past that. Arthur was studying the curve of Merlin’s pinkish lips, the gentle slope of his nose, the slight smatter of dirt on his cheek and the mess of shiny black hair shifting in the wind. He couldn’t place when Merlin had started getting muscular, but the toned arms and broad back were... well they were absolutely fine. Totally fine. But there was more. Arthur saw the glinting eyes of the young lad who had called him a prat and laughed at “daddy’s men”. He admired the tiny dimples in his smile, so reminiscent of their teasing and laughing. In his lightly tanned skin he found the memories of a dozen battles and hunts and adventures, in his long fingers the deliberate pokes and prods but at the same time the gentle kindness as he helped Arthur with his armour. Oh no. Really? Oh he couldn’t. There was absolutely no way on this earth...

Arthur was in love with Merlin.

Damn. He so nearly avoided that. What should he do? Does Merlin know? He can’t possibly know, there’s no way. But does that mean he should be informed? Maybe a... a letter. Flowers. Wait no that’s girly. Well Merlin is a wuss. But still.

“You alright clotpole?” Merlin looks at Arthur quizzically as he speaks, noticing him turn a peculiar chartreuse colour.

“Yes you’re just really hot”. Oh no. Oh no Nono no. Oh he had said it without thinking, without realising. He had just turned around and said the thing he promised himself he would write in some flowers. In a letter. Fuck everything was stressful.

Merlin just gaped. He pulled up his horse. And gaped. Every few seconds, he would take in a breath as if to say something, but then return to the slack jaw position. Arthur. Arthur found him, him, attractive? And admitted it?!?! Was he supposed to say thank you? Ignore it? What if it was a ploy, to test his reaction? What if Arthur knew that he liked him? No, he couldn’t know. So that... that meant Arthur did like him.

Arthur watched in mute horror as Merlin slowly climbed down off his horse. Then he saw his hands, beckoning him. He shouldn’t take orders from his manservant... although it was hot... like, super hot. Oh no. His body was ignoring his brain and he was genuinely climbing off his horse and Merlin was right there in all his mud smudged glory and how he wished he could just-

The train of thought was broken by lips meeting. Slow and cautious at first, wary even, it quickly became heated and intense, tongue hitting tongue and teeth snagging skin as they both realised a destiny neither of them had been shouldering. Hands found grooves and books and tangles as they stumbled across the ground, firmly intertwined and lips not disconnecting even for a second. Not until Merlin, clumsy as ever, tripod backwards over what seemed to Arthur to literally be air, and found himself hanging in Arthur’s strong embrace. They looked at each other for a long while, as though seeing the other for the very first time. Tenderly, Arthur swept away that cute smatter of dirt gracing Merlin’s cheek, then leaned in and kissed him again.

When they arrived back at the castle that evening, significantly later than anticipated (“ran into some sort of riot at the tavern father, felt it my duty to put a stop to it”), Morgana and Gwen exchanged a glance. Morgana discreetly slipped Gwen a few coins, secretly pleased to have lost the bet. When Merlin went in to Arthur’s chambers later that night to do a final clean up, he very much didn’t leave again. Prince’s orders.

Gaius decided that the tavern was in fact not a feasible excuse anymore, and he would rather have to think of another.

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[novadreii]

my thoughts on castlevania s4 SPOILERS obviously

wow, i was actually impressed with hector for once. he collected the last wit about him to turn his situation around and take his balls out of lenore’s hands back into his pants. i thought he would go sicko mode on her and feared it getting a little revenge misogynistic, but i was pleasantly surprised at how civilized it was between them up until the end.

lenore was a little useless, wasn’t she? i half expected her to go, “you know what? fuck diplomacy” and just go mach 1 on everyone. eh.

isaac, oh. isaac. my favorite secondary character. wanders the desert conquesting, killing and raising the dead which made him realize things. he realized so much he marched right into carmilla’s castle while her beserker and army were away and owned her ass. good for him.

carmilla. oh, carmilla. tied with isaac for my favorite. so determined and single-minded that she sent away all her forces while she schemed in her fortress. she depended too hard on her partners doing all the work for her, and as a result she wasn’t much of a thinker, just a bloody, murdery doer. for example, she didn’t think that there were other formidable forces in the world that may want to impede her whole world domination plan? did she forget about isaac, out in the world rogue forgemastering? that was a threat she should have checked on before going global. she got too greedy, too quickly, and she paid the ultimate price for it. she went out like a fucking boss though, and i was pleased with her arc overall. as far as villains go, her raison d’etre was relatable and hard to argue with. 

the dialogue style is both one of my favorite parts of the show but also at times a pain point for me. when it’s good, it’s relaxed, comfortable and realistic and the characters play off each other really well with it (like quipping back and forth during battle which i normally hate but works well here). when it’s bad, it’s a little cringe. some dialogue scenes went on wayyyyy too long while the characters repeated things they’d literally just said verbatim, which is awkward af in screenwriting. i.e. Isaac telling Hector twice in the space of 30 seconds “Dracula earned his rest.” which is odd because impactful phrases like this usually are not repeated so as not to, yknow, dilute their impact. Also Carmilla waxing spiteful about “evil old men” and repeating some variation of the phrase 15 times in one scene. lastly, the liberal sprinkling of the word “fuck” in every other line is also like, mostly welcome but once or twice just sounded silly given the context of the scene. i’m nitpicking, here.

saint-germain. Idk much about his woman, but she definitely seemed worth slaughtering a village and raising dracula from the dead for. violent and hot as fuck, she never uttered a single word which i want to think is indicative of something but what? did we ever figure out why she kept eluding him via dimension-jumping? imagine she was trying to get away from him all this time lol. yikes.

the smartest people in this whole show are the vampire lesbians who peace tf out immediately when they see their castle is under siege and figure out carmilla is dead. LOL at them assuming useless lenore is dead too (bc, she’s useless) and just leaving her there. they packed their shit up, moved out west, presumably to build a lover’s stronghold where they could just be in vampire love forever. GOOD FOR THEM.

trevor: continued to drunkenly yell Fuck while being masterfully proficient immediately at any weapon he picks up, though eventually always ending up using his fists like the brawler he is.

sypha: if she met the avatar, she'd be like “lmao, you can ‘bend’ the elements, huh? i can use them in ways that would make your skin crawl and your head explode to even think about. sit the fuck down.”

alucard: adorable himbo with a heart of gold, needs a tough as nails gf to jerk him out of his moods and organize his kitchen for him. another round of good for him. i was a little scared they would kill off his gf but that would have been unimaginably cruel considering what he went through in s3. alucard had imo the best/most stylish fight sequences of the season. and they know what we’re about, since he was shirtless or at least in a very deep V cut most of the time. thank you.

i had 2 major predictions for this season going into it: trevor would die (permanently), and sypha would have a kid/get pregnant. i was 75% on the money.

i liked the ending message of why humans win these wars against vampires despite being slow meatbags compared to them. the vampires’ fatal flaw is resistance to change, provoked by their immortality, arrogance, and insatiable desire for power in order to provide themselves long term stability in the world. whereas humanity’s best trait is the polar opposite: adaptability. throughout history, the ability to adapt has been proven to be the determining factor in a species’ survival. vampires, for all their god-like strengths, prove to be no exception to this rule. alucard, with his human heart, is the only one with vampire blood who has proven he can make major changes and overcome personal prejudices to live a better life.

And my final thoughts on the ending are: everyone major got a satisfying end to their arc. BUT. it was just too happy. either trevor should have stayed dead, OR dracula and lisa should have gone back to hell. but not both. having everyone come back to life and go on to skip in fields just seems contrary to the tone and messaging of the whole show, which is pretty high up on the edginess scale.

i love a bittersweet ending in general, so i’m biased. imo, the joy of a mostly good ending is rendered all that much sweeter by reflecting on what was lost to obtain it. imagine:

alternate ending 1: trevor comes back, the gang lives happily ever after at Belmont Village or wtvr they name it, BUT. we see alucard lost in thought thinking about his parents, how he saw a flash of their souls during the penultimate battle. there’s regret there, the regret of shit left unsaid and shitty family dynamics unsolved. we cut immediately back to hell, with lisa and dracula embracing, maybe whispering a few lines of doomed lovers dialogue and something about their son. they’re in hell, but ultimately, they’re together. cut back to alucard, yanked out of his sad thoughts by his pretty gf who won’t let him get too deep in the weeds. shot pans out of them together with the gang. the end.

alternate ending 2: trevor is DEAD dead. sypha stays with alucard and the gang at belmont farms and raises her kid. maybe we get a 2 year timeskip and we see the little shit have some of his dad in him/her. sypha is sad about trevor but doesn’t mope about it. she runs that town like it’s a business. alucard is the best uncle to that kid & the orphans they could ask for. everyone gets trained in ass-kicking next door at the belmont hold. lisa and dracula are miraculously alive through whatever convoluted bs makes it work, and contemplate one day moving back to see their son. dracula has a moment to realize that his family is mostly human, and what he loves in them he can learn to tolerate from all of humanity.

don’t those feel happy but just. TINGED. with just enough sadness to be more memorable? idk i may just be a masochist.

i haven’t mentioned the technical aspects such as animation and direction because they were amazing. really, really incredible animation that is going to be hard to follow up (and netflix is going to make copycats of this formula, you bet your ass they will). where cgi was used, it was excellent and barely detectable, really well integrated with 2d. so engaging to watch.

overall: 9/10

#personal #castlevania #castlevania spoilers #castlevania season 4

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10/17/19

an overview of my dream

tw: homophobia

i had a dream where i was living with my grandparents (bc my brain says Screw You Mom and Dad, I Trust Them More) and we lived together in this mansion. the mansion itself wasn't very modern - it was cut and built in an earlier style... couldn't tell you what time it was from, but it was painted with a lot of dark blue and had this big ass porch.

also, for some reason, i always wore dresses and these ankle socks with black, shiny flats?? my grandma curled my hair every day too? i looked like. a doll 

anyway, halfway throughout the dream (don't worry about what happened before this - it was just regular life stuff. me playing with my friends outside, eating dinner w/ my grandparents, me searching through the attic out of curiosity, etc) i noticed this man that lived nearby to us kept looking at me as i'd play in the backyard.

in that part of the dream i had gone outside just to look at the trees, and i noticed him pacing on this sidewalk at the end of the yard. when he saw me he smiled and leaned over on the little stone wall we had surrounding the place (not so much for protection, but decoration - it went, like, to his waist).

of course, i didn't like this adult white male waiting for me when i was utterly alone, so i started walking towards the back entrance (which i specifically remember had these little stairs leading up to it, and i had to open up a screendoor before i could get to the actual door) and he started following me along the stone wall as i sped up.

eventually he met me to my right, across from the door, and asked me, "you don't know what's happening to your house, do you?"

i was fumbling with the keys and not wanting to hear him, but then he shouted right as i bolted into the house, "it's been sold! you can't afford it anymore!"

i closed the door and ran inside, but he continued to follow me as i walked through the different rooms on the first floor. i knew my grandparents were in the front porch, and as i walked through the back entryway into the dining room and into the huge foyer (i'm talking huge. it had these high ass ceilings, giant windows, big chandelier...) i continued to make eye contact with him through the windows as he followed me from outside, alongside the house.

i burst through the front door, and ran to my grandparents on the porch as he rounded the corner, and i explained everything to them in this big puff of air (i was out of breath). once i told them everything that he had said, he started shouting that stuff at me again, but this time he also was getting angry at my grandparents for not telling me sooner. it was clear he just wanted to upset us, specifically me, and my grandpa pulled me behind him as my grandma started chewing him out for wanting to disrupt us or stir up trouble or whatever i was told to go inside, but i found out that we were Wayyyyy behind on bills and shit, and we were losing the house.

of course, i was Scared. 

jump ahead in my dream (because dreams do that for some reason. smh) where we were having a fundraiser or party in our house, i think, basically? we'd let tons of vendors and Rich People come into our house, and mainly our reception hall (yeah we had one don't @ me).

we had a lot of people scattered around the place that were giving out free samples for their foods or products and in return to us letting them be there and advertise and shit, they were paying us? so. y'know. also i'm fairly sure these people paid a tiny admission fee to get in? but they were all my grandparents Rich Friends or whatever and they literally didn't give a fuck 

i remember i was walking all throughout the halls looking at all these really fancily dressed people walk around my house i don't know why it was fascinating for me, but it was. i liked seeing all these people in suits and dresses, even though that was what i wore every day and was wearing, too. 

as i observed all of them anyway, i go to the main foyer of the house where my friends were all huddled together 

i tried to go and get to them, but as i was swooping through all these stands, i accidentally bumped into this girl my age in this really pink dress (i specifically remember it was pink, and had a lot of tulle) and she was... really fucking pretty 

 i remember sitting there being awestruck, aware she was talking to me, but unsure of how to respond, because i just kept thinking in my head, what's her name? what's her name? all i can think of to refer to her as is 'pink dress'. i'm not ever gonna get her name, am i?’

sure enough i didn't get her name 

her dad, the owner of that stand, pulled me away from her by the arm and told me to go off to my friends if that was what i wanted to do and so i did (begrudgingly) return to my friends (though we really weren't that far away from that stand. we were like. right next to him. on a nearby loveseat) 

and so i started whispering with my one friend about how i really liked her because i'm That Gay

she, too, kept referring to the girl as something along the lines of 'pink dress' 

both of us jumped when we heard it come from someone us, and not us, in the direction of the stand and we turned to find that the dad had repeated it, and he was smiling at us. it was brief, however, and quickly turned into a scowl he stomped over to me and yanked me to my feet, and started barking at me to stay away from his daughter, and about how thoughts like those were sick and disgusting themselves, ya da ya da and then in turn he tried to set my up with my guy friend, who i had been seen hugging just a little bit before that and it got to the point where what he was saying was so fucking rude, because it spanned from sexuality to just me and my appearance, that i didn't know what to do 

so 

i respectfully explained that i lived in the house, and was related to the owners, and if he wanted to remain in the house and be able to advertise, he needed to let go of me and stop saying such things to me, or he'd be asked to leave 

in turn he nodded, and said, "oh, so you're one of those spoiled brats is what you're telling me?" 

my friends all shot up and got really defensive 

annnnnd it turned into a big verbal fight it ended with the man yanking my hair and pulling me down to the ground before he ran

random but it was really vivid and i specifically remember having thought processes, too, and when i woke up i was Shook

#dream #my dream #my dreams #dream journal

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Radiohead Fun Facts <3

Fun fact about Radiohead: I know none of the names of the guys and i only know what the one singer guy’s face looks like bc i saw it once somewhere

Fun fact 2: I should probably learn about the individual guys but I don’t because I dont really care that much

Fun fact 3: i should learn abt the bassist tho bc im a bassist and he’s a pretty good bassist so maybe i could learn a thing or two (like this guy is a REALLY good bassist)

OKAY NOW IM GONNA TALK ABT THE ALBUMS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER BUT ONLY THE ONES IVE LISTNED TO

Pablo Honey (1993) - this one is Radiohead's first album and tbh it’s not very good. even if you don’t listen to this band or care about them you probably know the song Creep which is on there. tbh that’s probably the best song on the album and the Radiohead guys themselves don’t even like it that much. They were like “Creep? more like Crap!” (tbh the song isn’t *that* bad, just nowhere near as good as their later music) I’ve tried to get through this album a couple times but i could never do it bc it’s just not that good!!! It seems like it was riding off the grunge wave that was really popular at the time. This means not only did the album not have that much of an original sound but also there were tons of other bands doing this sort of thing and doing it better. Creep is probably the song that has the most unique sound compared to the rest of that album. Also grunge (while more of an era than a genre) is mostly known for who it was sparked by, Nirvana, and Nirvana is punk rock through and through. The Radiohead guys are way to big of nerds to do punk rock. The Bends (1995) - this is Radiohead’s second album and I like this one a lot. It bares some similarities to Pablo Honey in terms of keeping with a little bit more of a rock sound but it doesn’t feel like it’s trying to copy anybody. The lyrics on this album are WAYYYYY better. Like a vast vast improvement. The guitar solos are much better too. The most popular songs on this album I’d say are High and Dry as well as Fake Plastic Trees, these also are probably my least favorite songs on the album because they’re slower and I don’t like the vocals in them as much as other songs. My favorite songs from this album are Just, My Iron Lung, and (Nice Dream), these ones all have more of a rock element than the ones I mentioned previously and the instrumental parts are So Good! Even though I think this album is a vast improvement from the first it still doesn’t completely have it’s own unique sound just yet. I don’t see that as much as a hinderance on this album, just something that puts it below some of the later albums.  OK Computer (1997) - THIS ALBUM! This is the album where Radiohead really comes into their own sound, it still has that rock element but it feels different. All the little details and textures in their sound come together in this great album and puts Radiohead on a clear track for where the rest of their sound ends up in later albums. This album seems to be *The* Radiohead album that most people would know them for beyond knowing them for the song Creep. This album also is pretty special/nostalgic to me because it was the first Radiohead album I listened to. Deadass I spent most of my middle school years listening to that album on and old hand-me-down mp3 player my dad gave me that just had his old music saved to it. I don’t know if i have a least favorite song on the album, all the songs on this album are really good if I’m being honest. If I had to pick a few favorites I’d say they would be Exit Music (For A Film) and Paranoid Android, I like these songs because they feel like they’ve got a lot of story to them just shown through the instrumentals and everything. Also fun fact! I know the bass part to Paranoid Android, it’s still difficult at some parts for me to play but I still love it.  Kid A (2000) - Okay ngl I still haven’t given this one a good listen just yet. I’ve listened to the thing in full maybe once or twice but I don’t remember it well. I have listened to the songs Everything In Its Right Place and How to Disappear Completely quite a few times tho and these songs are amazing. From what I’ve heard from this album/remember from it it seems like a pretty logical next step sound wise from the last album going into the next one. It’s not completely different from OK Computer but it’s definitely it’s own unique thing. The songs on this album are a bit more depressing and more of them seem to be slower and more experimental. You also see a stronger ambient element enter Radiohead’s music here. Amnesiac (2001) - DREAD!! DEVESTATION!!!! This album is really good, I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite album but by god it is a good fuckin album. I’ve listened to this one in full quite a few times in full but it’s been a while since I’ve done that (I’ve just been listening to a song or two from it every so often) because when I first gave this album a full listen I was at a pretty low place. This album has the strongest ambient element Radiohead’s music has had so far, the sound is slower, darker, and heavier. It feels like you’re sitting in the cold rain just soaking wet and not moving at all. The songs are even more depressing too tbh. Once again I don’t have a least favorite song on this album, at least not one that I can remember. My favorite songs would probably be Knives Out, I Might Be Wrong, and You And Whose Army? Top 10 bangers to listen to while absolutely falling apart imo 10/10

Hail To the Thief (2003) - This album is also really good, I actually own this one on vinyl. This album sees that distorted rock element come back a little but this album does have some of the ambient vibe to it as well. It feels a bit more experimental and emotions wise it feels angrier than other albums, not in a punk rock kind of way but just in feeling. I think this album starts to have some crazier rhythms, I’m not sure how to describe it. It feels more advanced than some of their previous music. Some of the songs on this album I’m not the biggest fan of but they’re still good songs it’s just some of the other songs on this album really outshine some others. My favorites from this album are 2 + 2 = 5, Backdrifts, There, There, and Myxomatosis. If I’m being honest while I do like this album a lot I don’t have too many strong feelings about it.

In Rainbows (2007) - OH MY GOD!!! THIS ALBUM!! OH MY GOD!! I love it so much it’s so beautiful. It really encompasses everything I love about Radiohead it’s almost hard to describe. The rhythms are hypnotic, the lyrics are great, the vocals are stellar, the instrumentals- just oh my god I love it to death. I own this one of vinyl and it puts me in a trance whenever I listen to it. There are different emotions in each song on this album but it never falters. It reminds me of something my dad said once where we were listening to a song and he said “just ride the wave” - this is that type of music, the kind of music where you just sit back and ride the wave. I love every single song on this album but Weird Fishes/Arpeggi and Jigsaw Falling Into Place are my top picks for this album. I’ve been working on learning the bass part to Jigsaw Falling Into Place and while I’m not musically literate enough to express exactly what’s happening in this song because I’m not a fucking nerd but I can say that playing this song is like riding the wave, it’s not exact or repetitive but it moves and flows perfectly with the song. Learning music like this as a bassist has taught me to think differently about my own playing. It’s hard for me to pick a favorite Radiohead album for many reasons but if you put a gun to my head and made me choose one I’d say this one is it. 

A Moon Shaped Pool (2016) - There’s a big time skip here because I haven’t listened to The King of Limbs which came out in 2011 but the sound of this album is definitely something that seems like a more evolved version of what Radiohead did on In Rainbows. Holy shit though, this album. THIS ALBUM. This album fucking knocks it out of the park it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever listened to. A lot of people like to say this is Radiohead’s most depressing album, they’re wrong, I can’t speak to albums I haven’t listened to but I can say that Amnesiac is much more depressing than this album. I would call this Radiohead’s saddest album, it has that feeling to it but it’s not draining to listen to in the way that depressing music can be. While the album is sad it also brings me a feeling of peace when I listen to it (though this could be in part because of the associations I have with this album from the first time I listened to it). While In Rainbows is like riding the wave I’d say this album is like floating in dark water, its got that sense of flow while being more gentle about it. The first song on the album, Burn the Witch, doesn’t seem to fit in perfectly with the rest of the music but it’s not a completely jarring difference from the rest of the songs either so I don’t see it as any sort of hindrance on the quality of the album. Once again I love every song on this album, they’re all beautiful and ethereal, but my top picks would have to be Decks Dark and Present Tense. One of my most favorite things about this album is how every song seems to flow into the next, it really is the sort of album that’s meant to be listened to in order and as an entire piece of art. I really appreciate albums that do that sort of thing.

Alright those are my Radiohead thoughts for the time being. I haven’t listened to In Rainbows (Disk 2) or The King of Limbs in full, I haven’t really listened to Kid A much either but I figured it was important to mention anyway bc people talk about that one so much. I also didn’t mention any singles or EPs just bc I haven’t listened to all of them and didn’t feel like talking abt the ones I have listened to. 

IF YOU READ THIS FAR WE CAN MAKEOUT!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

#radiohead #putting this in main tags because im feeling brave #if you have anything to add I'd love to hear it! #especially if you have thoughts on the albums I haven't listened to #im no music expert just a guy with a lot of thoughts #also sorry for calling musically literate people nerds im literally taking an advanced music theory class right now so i guess i am a nerd #im still just new to a lot of music terminology lol #sockblogging #infodump