#Jealous gremlin

[findafight]

Scoops Troop playing dnd together is very dear to me but very funny in a canon fix it setting with steddie because all I can think about is this

#steddie #steve Harrington #eddie munson #eddie is upset about it when he finds out that an eleven year old is the only DM his boyfriend will have #hes soooo jealous #finda's rambles #eddie is a little gremlin person and he is jealous of a baby #scoops troop

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny running around DC

Danny decided to take a break from the teenage hero life and decides to visit the infinite realms, and stumbles upon DC

He sees that there are heros everywhere, rouge gallerys, magic, creepy billionaires, clones, butt kicking furries and more

So he decides to just go around and not give a fuck

He goes to metropolis and calls superman out for clone abuse and neglect IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT, the villain decides to try and attack danny, but all danny dose is slap them in the face and scold them about manners and not interupting someone and when he's done he goes right back to criticising superman, danny stole his cape too

He showes up in one of Constantine and Zatanna jobs and just starts showing up at random, once he showed up in the house of mysterys and just starts touching cursed things and everyone is shocked when nothing happened

He showes up in star city and made it his mission to steal one of green arrows arrows in front of him, he just walked up grabed (whatever he carries his arrowes in, no idea what the name is) and runs away all while making eye contact, green arrow chased him for an hour before he lost him

Danny showes up in gothem and just starts doing cartwheels on the roofs and whenever a robin showes up he just has a normal conversation but the second batman himself showes up, he starts sassing him, left right and senter, and if batman comes within 5 feet of him danny will yell TAG slaps batman and take off running, still while doing cartwheels, flips and giving dick grayson a run for his money in acrobatics

The best part is danny dosent bother to transform into phantom so its fenton showing up at random

Everyone in the JL are loosing their mind with questions, superman and green arrow want their stuff back, and batman is fighting for adoption rights

#danny phantom #fic prompt #daily prompt #danny fenton #dc x dp #dp x dc #funny #batman #dc #green arrow #superman #batman and superman fighting for adoption rights #superman and green arrow want their stuff back #danny gives no fucks #danny is a gremlin #flexible danny #dick is jealous of dannys flexibly #john constantine #house of mystery #Constantine dosent want to get within 50 feet of danny

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Not for the first time, Kim wishes he had been born an only child. 

“Wik is too well known,” Kinn had said, logical as always. “It’ll raise too many questions if he suddenly disappears.” 

“And it’s your fault!” adds Tankhun with an imperious huff. “If those thugs hadn’t thought he was you, they wouldn’t have taken him!” 

“I wouldn’t have been taken,” Kim says, because he’s an asshole, and he really, really hates his brother. All of them, really, but especially Wik. “Maybe if Wik wasn’t so—”

���Kimhan.” Their father, this time. “Had you completed your mission, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Consider this your penance. You will act in your brother's place to ensure he is not missed, while we attempt to find him, before he’s killed.” Because of my mistake, Kim thinks.,

And that’s the end of it, really. Kim may hate his brother the way you can only hate yourself, but that doesn’t mean Kim wants him to suffer for his mistakes. 

And now he’s here, strutting into Anantremeka university with a guitar across his back that he barely remembers how to play, and way too many eyes on him. 

Kim tells himself it’s going to be fine. He only has to go to class for a few hours. This isn’t the first time he’s impersonated his twin. It’s been years, sure, but he slips into character… not easily, but with a kind of familiarity that makes it feel like ease. 

Only a few hours. 

He can do this. 

***

“P’Wik! PWik!” 

Kim’s face hurts from smiling. Still, he turns around to face the boy shouting his name, and once again engages a practiced, disarming smile. He knows he looks sweet, harmless, and endlessly patient for the thousandth person to come running up to him today. 

“Hello,” he greets warmly. The boy comes to a crashing stop before him. His hair is messy and wild around his face—cheeks flushed, of course, embarrassed and exerted—and he’s carrying a guitar. Kim gave up on his own half-way throughout the day; he didn’t seem to need it, and he certainly wasn’t going to play it otherwise, so he’d abandoned the prop to his car during lunch. 

“P’Wik,” the boy gasps. “Are you okay?”

What? 

“You missed our session, and when I tried to call, you didn’t answer—” the boy twists his hands in his sleeves. Offers a sheepish smile, shyly meeting his eyes. “I—uh—I got worried? It’s okay if you were busy! I know stuff comes up, I was just…” he finishes lamely, shrugging, his smile never once wavering in the face of Kim’s stunned silence. 

What, exactly, is the kind of session he apparently missed? Since when does Wik willingly spend one-on-one time with his fans? 

What the fuck is going on? 

“I’m sorry,” Kim says, when he realizes the silence has stretched too far, and the boy is starting to look the wrong kind of nervous. “I did. Have something come up. I would have called, but I broke my phone—I don’t have your number.”

The lie comes easily. The boy relaxes, his entire body going soft in a way that makes the predator in Kim want to bite, and he makes some confusing gestures that Kim doesn’t try to follow. 

“Oh! That’s okay. As long as you’re okay, I mean, if everything is okay.”

My brother is probably being tortured because he was too incompetent to keep himself from getting kidnapped, and it’s my fault because I failed to kill the people that did it, but otherwise…

“It is.” 

“Okay. Good. Cool.” 

The boy—Kim really needs to find out his name, if this is someone his brother knows, and therefore Kim will be expected to spend time with—fiddles again with his sleeve. Kim slips his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it, and hands it to the boy. 

“Give me your number?”

“Sure!” The boy takes it, eagerly typing in his contact information. Kim eyes the name when he passes it back—Porchay—and fires off a quick text so that Porchay will have his number, too. He doesn’t like it, doesn’t want this boy having access to him like that, but it’s the kind of thing Wik would do. That a normal person would do, exchanging this information like it was nothing. “Do you—I mean, we don’t have to reschedule if you’re busy—”

“I’m not. Anymore.”

“O-oh. Great! That’s great. When do you…?”

Kim mentally reviews the schedule he memorized last night. He has classes until this evening. He was going to spend the remaining hours of the day digging into his brother’s disappearance, even though Kinn assured him it was being handled by their own staff. 

He could just… skip his afternoon class. It would serve his brother right, tarnishing his perfect reputation just a little bit. Tankhun would never forgive him, though. 

“This evening,” Kim sighs. “Five o’clock?” 

“That works! Do you want to meet in the studio again?”

“Yes.” Kim will need to find out which studio, exactly, they’ve been using. His brother has access to several. 

“Okay. I’ll see you, then! Thank you, P’Wik!” 

Then just as quickly as Porchay collided with Kim, he’s bouncing away again, and Kim finally registers he isn’t wearing the university uniform. Instead he was dressed in a light blue shirt with BOC International emblazoned on the chest. Kim waits until he’s out of sight to google the emblem; it’s a high school. 

What are you doing, Wik? 

#cookie writes #kimchay #wik and Kim are twins #i think they haven't talked in years #Wik left the family but Kim stayed #also there's more to Wik than anyone realizes #he's not as helpless as they think #Kim is bitter tho and totally thinks he and chay are fucking #until he shows up and realizes it's even worse: guitar tutoring #Kim is gonna princess and the pauper his way through this fic #falling in love the whole time #but then wik comes back #and kim is afraid to tell Chay the truth #thinking Chay won't want him if he's not the idol chay's obsessed with #kim is a sad jealous insecure little gremlin

[hailkingphantom]

dp x dc

Danny is the son of the BatCat, after an unexpected meet an all the stuff 'my son is alive/dead and I didn't know' the batfam plus Selina get used to Danny, but Damian is jealous.

His father never gives him that soft look, Richard never spends much time in the manor for him, Todd and Drake never look that relax around him. (His mother never puts him first as Danny's mother)

Danny noticed it. He knows that his new little brother have a complicate past and have problems communicating his feelings. So he decides to take Damian.

He just picks Damian up, give him a flying board as Valerie's, and take Dani's advice.

"Just travel!"

Damian doesn't know what think about being kidnapped by his new older brother, but fly is nice.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #damian wayne #Damian is jealous #Danny is a good brother #Mundial tour hero au #this is how you give bruce a heart atack #they are going around the world as Phantom and Robin #Dani sneaks in #Triple D just go to other cities and help #Where is wally? Triple D version #Damian kicks ass #Danny give cuddles to Damian #Dani is a gremlin #ghost king au #Fright knight become in Damian's friend/mentor #Dani will adopt Conner?

[neon-prison]

Skippy and FIG don't get along.

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc:vee #Stealth? what's that??? #imagine two seagulls with no voice modulation #and pure hatred #fig is like a jealous little gremlin in AI form

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

First words - Last words

#I Just Love that she went from being Jealous to being Happy for Robin #And I think that was when she realised she was also ready to move on #I Like to think that a Part of this Realisation was because it was Robin who she thought Had went #My witchy chaos gremlin #I miss her #BBC Ghosts #BBC Ghosts spoilers #BBC Ghosts s4 spoilers #My chaos gremlins #RedLever #BBC Ghosts Mary

[alittlelessalone]

In a fic I’m writing, Shen Yuan ends up transmigrating into a surprisingly kinder version of Qing Jing (and to the extent the rest needs to improve, Cang Qiong Mountain Sect as a whole). There’s a lot of backstory that gets him there, but the long and short is that he’s now Binghe’s shidi (despite being a few years older).

So now we have Shen Yuan free to be his true gremlin self and getting to make friends his age. And we have Binghe’s crush absolutely through the roof as he gets to teach and show off to his Shen-shidi. And all is sweet and adorable until Shen Yuan makes his way to the Beast Taming Peak (which I’ve decided exists).

Now suddenly Shen Yuan has a new friend who shares his passion for monsters and he’s always excited to see them and talks about them a lot. And poor Binghe is absolutely chugging vinegar as he watches this. And Shen Yuan has 0 idea because he’s Shen Yuan and also because he doesn’t have a crush on this friend. And anyone who knows the both of them can 100% see all this going down, but isn’t going to interfere with young love unless it gets out of hand.

And I just wanted to share this with y’all because it won’t be for a pretty long time into my fic and it’s just so cute to imagine and I want other people imagining it too!

#bingqiu #lou binghe #shen yuan #svsss #I go feral any time I get to see Shen Yuan get to be his true gremlin self #he’s still an idiot with internal biases to work through but he’s also wonderful and I love him #and baby bing-bun being all jealous but still too righteous to do anything #maybe we can cook the white lotus just a little #make him a nice flaky golden brown Bing-bun #it’s what he deserves

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

COD things I think about just price being a dad towards his team makes me soft, also nik and price being married is so funny and also gives good angst prompts, and I always see this but graves trying to makes moves on soap and everyone stops him because they know he is a red flag (they are also jealous how graves make soap laugh so much he puts his hand on his chest) and prevents him for going further with soap.

I’ve been seeing so many Nik x Price fanarts on my twitter timeline and I’m living for it aye, that shit is just so good.

The one prompt I’ve got sticking out in my mind about Nik and Price is Nik coming back from his own little mission, tired as anything but excited to see his not-husband-husband (because ‘Nik, I’ll not say you’re my husband if you don’t give me a proper wedding day. I haven’t lived this long for nothing.’)

But he’s excited, smiling to himself as he thinks of the man, but the first thing he comes across is so wildly reminiscent of a husband coming home after work to his kids and partner in absolute chaos that he just freezes and stares for far too long.

There Soap and Gaz are, halfway up a flagpole and yelling down at Ghost who literally looks like he’s about to climb the damn thing, while Price stands to the side looking like a tired dad that can’t help but be endlessly amused and fond.

Nik walks over, still staring at the scene but taking a moment to pull Price into his side so he can kiss the side of his head before he’s asking what the fuck is going on.

Price snorts, waving a hand toward them uselessly as he speaks, “Oh y’know Soap. He was being a shit and dragged Garrick into it which ended up with Simon in the middle. They figured he’d have too much pride to climb a flagpole to get them but he’s seriously been considering it.”

Nic hums, smile cracking across his face when a startled scream and dread filled wail escape the two sergeants once Ghost actually starts climbing the damn thing.

“And you haven’t done anything because?” Price sighed again, head falling to the side so he could bury his face in Nik’s neck in an attempt to block out their madness.

“Was waiting for you to get back so you could give me some patience.” The pilot laughs a little louder this time, giving the man a longer lasting kiss for his troubles before sending him off.

“Do this now and I’ll make you some of that stew you enjoy so much.” Price is reluctant still, but he’s afraid of what will happen if he actually lets Ghost reach his sergeants while they’re still up that pole so he goes.

And if Nikolai’s promise of good food and his company makes him just a touch less harsher than he should’ve been then you won’t see any of the guys complaining about it.

~~~~

Oh my god! The 141 glaring Graves down or purposely steering Soap away from him at every available chance? Oof, thats fun.

That mf would get so salty he’d purposely start getting bolder with his flirting attempts and make shittier jokes, because if his time with Soap is gonna get cut down he’s gonna make sure it’s still worth it.

Price desperately wants to just kick the American out on his ass and call it a day but he knows Soap’s got a bit of a soft spot for him, plus he’d actually face very real and very serious repercussions from his superiors if he did that with no reason… viable reason that is.

Gaz shamelessly interrupts and drags Soap away whenever he catches so much as a glimpse of Graves near them. He can barely stand him on a good day, let alone one where he’s constantly going after his best friend.

Ghost doesn’t do much more than stare him tf down in that silent, semi-creepy way he has. Graves gets wildly unsettled by it because he knows (in his little lizard brain) that if he were to go toe to toe with him, not only would he lose but he’d also disappear off the face of the Earth. And that’s the last thing he wants right now.

Soap of course doesn’t have a damn clue, is honestly just happy to be with his team as often as he has been lately. He also enjoys hanging out with Graves, he likes having someone he can just have casual, light conversations with where its nothing more than good laughs and friendly interactions.

#fic prompt #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #johnny ‘soap’ mctavish #prompt #call of duty #fic #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghost #nikolai x price #one sided graves x soap #141 x soap #jealous 141 #oblivious soap #simp graves #dad price #tired dad price #gremlin 141 squad #essentlly step dad Nikolai honestly #reply #response #anonymous

[i-like-anything-water]

Jealous! Marinette content please I beg

#marinette dupain cheng #chloenette #chloe bourgeois #listen #it's already established in canon chloe is easily jealous (my poor baby) especially with her upbringing #so whenever i think of post chloe redemption jealous there's more of insecurity than mischievous plotting #MARINETTE HOWEVER #gremlin girlfriend ready to tear up anyone #and their clothes...that one meme about de -stitching clothing #i am not sure what is that called #JEALOUS MARINETTE #DO Y'ALL SEE THE VISION????

[panromanticcalamity]

The Chain And Wild: A Linked Universe Ramble

Every single member of the chain knows Wild is just a little off.

Time knows that Wild understands animals a little to intimately, even for a kokiri.

Twilight knows that Wild doesn't stay dead, regardless of how bad the injury is.

Wind knows that Wild is haunted by his own ghost (or is that the ghost of the previous hero?)

Four knows that Wild and Wild's Shadow aren't enemies, nor have they ever been.

Legend knows that Wild is taken by Wander Lust, the same thing he's had since his first adventure.

Hyrule knows that Wild taught himself to fight, to climb, to do everything.

Warriors knows that Wild must have been a soldier (But how do you go from a soldier to a wildling?)

Sky knows that Wild can make a home anywhere, from the back of a sky-whale, to a miniscule island in the middle of the sea.

The Chain knows Wild is is a little off, but none of them know why.

#Wild being weird #breath of the wild #linked universe wild #linked universe #wild is a gremlin #animals love wild #wild haunts himself #age of calamity #all the links are concerned for Wild #wild doesn't know he's weird #he probably thinks its normal #wild was raised by bears #Link from AoC haunts Wild #Time is jealous that animals like Wild more than him #the chain love their chaos child #PanromanticRambling

[dudefrommywesterns]

i actually really like jill. i just don't like her with pete.

#typewriter dings #i can be a jealous little gremlin

[thewhymster]

Say hello to Lucien and Raven.

My brain went. What if Dream and Nightmare, but from a fae au? Because Nim in this version is a human. so are her twin sons. But wait! One of the twins is a Changeling.

Look under the cut for the answer as well as two emoji drawings of them you can use in a discord server if you like.

So you probably guessed that Lucien is Nightmare and Raven is Dream. Nope. It's the opposite. I wanted to be a little silly. While Lucien has Nim's wild curly hair, he has dad's hair colour. Whereas Raven has Nim's (this version at least) platinum blonde hair, and dads straight hair.

And if your curious. Raven is the changeling. Physically incapable of lying and always follows the rules.

So to make up for his twin never having these chances, Lucien is a little liar and trouble maker. You know. To even the field.

Even with that fact though. Raven still loves his ever annoying brother.

And another fun fact. Raven and Lucien is not their legal names. After all names have power and Nim was Not going to let any fae have power over her boys. They only use their real names in the safety of their home if at all.

Anyway here's the two emoji files, already tested so they do work for discord.

And more fun facts about the fae au will come with more characters drawn.

#cal13's art #cal13's oc #cal13 #a fae au #there are still skeletons! #I just went. Mmmmm fluffy hair #but like look at him. #Hes fabulous #raven can just change hair colour at will #Lucien is so jealous of that fact #they are simply some new blorbos #Lucien is designed by me but i have handed him over to a friend #cause my friend has the most perfect gremlin energy for him

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

Oh worm?

“So do you?”

You turn to her, skin glowing warm and dark from the setting sun, an inviting temptation. You just barely suppress the frown wanting to form on your lips, envious, your own tanned skin all gray and cold undertones in comparison, subdued and unnoticeable next to her. Would yours look as warm and inviting if you could feel the sun as often as her? As freely and carelessly as her?

It's not fair. Even with the added warmth would people even want to be around you like they do her?

You’re scared of that answer.

You can’t stop the frown this time.

She’s holding out the bottle to you, you make it a point not to let your eyes stray to her lips. Those full and perfect in shape lips. Even without any lipstick they always looked photo ready, you have no qualms that your own thin bitten and chapped lips would never compare. You make sure to keep your eyes off how hers glisten after having taken a swing of the bottle, to not notice the stray drop that slides down her chin before she brings up the back of her hand, clumsy and probably more drunk then either one of you would like to admit, to wipe it off- you make a point not to watch.

Not to watch.

Instead you look to her eyes, dark, sticky tar can’t look away, sinking, waiting on you. You better think fast, do you wanna keep drinking? She's not a patient woman, better give her an answer. Before she decides for you.

Hate it when they decide for you.

No, you don’t want to drink. Not really. Hate the effects, brings back too many memories of similar cloudy, too vulnerable, open, feelings. Aware and unaware of your surroundings.

Taste doesn’t make it anymore appetizing. Any alcohol really, you don’t understand why people like the stuff so much, when tooth decaying sugar is within arms reach.

When she first opened up the bottle, she’d presented it to you with a dramatic bow, at your unimpressed expression she had gone on to explain- no, to convince you “You’ll like this one! Trust me, It’s not like what we usually drink, this one isn’t complete shit” her grin was so sure, so excited, and you had promptly wiped it clean off her face when you spit the tequila right back out.

“You didn’t even taste it!” She’d whined, while you doubled over, tried to keep the coughing at bay. In all honesty, you had tasted it and it in fact had not been complete shit as she had so adamantly stated- actually the tequila was fine, dandy even. As dandy as alcohol could ever really be. what made you spit the contents in your mouth straight out onto the hot and cracked dirt of this nowhere parking lot was when you relized the fucking worm at the bottom of the godamn bottle.

Exaggerated frown and an earful on how many people would die to be in your shoes right now, you highly doubt that. Not just anyone can afford tequila this good, and here you are spitting it out, the whole time shaking her head down at you ‘I’m not mad just disappointed’ absolutely pouring out of her.

That’s when you had shoved her. Maybe too rough, still don’t know when to rein in those fighting muscles–not accustomed to having to rein them in.

Eyes wide as she scrambled to keep a hold on the bottle before it could topple over, you suppose those hero reflexes can come in handy. Personally, the glare she shoots your way had no right to be there, who’s trying to poison who here?

“Ay no mames Julia! There’s a fucking worm in there?!”

Frown promptly leaving her face to be replaced by a grin, a grin.

“Yeah!”

The fucking audacity. Should have shoved her harder. Knocked some sense into that static blank channel head of hers.

“Orellia! That’s the best part!”

“What the fuck do you mean the best part?”

“Well, it’s supposed to get you really drunk really fast. I used to fight my tíos over it back when I actually had free time!”

The look you give her must have told her exactly what you thought of that confession because if even possible that grin stretches even wider.

“Well, you don’t have to fight me for it” you’d still been staring at that little shriveled up maggot, pale and almost as yellow as the tequila it rested in, and just as appetizing too you had thought, when you had felt rather than seen how she had slid over closer to you, shoulder bumping against yours hard enough to jostle your attention back over to her.

“Don’t worry” she’d slid the backpack she’d been hauling around the whole afternoon over to you, unzipped you could see why the fucker had been so heavy, almost made you lose your balance while riding behind her, you’d threatened to just let the damn thing go if she didn’t slow down on the curves, you swear that bitch must like you digging your nails into her, you hope you left bruises, indents, little purple blotches, have her flounder for an explanation to whatever boy toy she had dragging around nowadays. The poor bag was filled to the brim with similar bottles, you could feel your face pinch in disgust when you noticed how each one had its own little friend at the bottom.

Great.

“We won’t have to fight”

Great.

Snap out of it- blink stare at the bottle she’s holding out to you.

“Yeah I guess I’ll help you finish this one” supress the urge to roll your eyes at yourself, like you haven’t been saying the same thing to the last few bottles.

“Hey”

You hear her, but she can wait this time, fuck her impatience. Close your eyes and take another swing before answering.You grimace, you tell yourself it’s because of the taste not because you're hyper aware of the worm in there. It had been easier to ignore after the third bottle in. Still pretty gross, you finally answer her.

“Hey”

“Okay so-“ she cuts herself off, turns her attention away from you, worrying her lower lip. “Don’t take this in a weird way” that gets your attention.

Why say that? Now you’re definitely going to take it in a weird way.

Bump the bottle against her arm, hand it over to her. She doesn’t hesitate to grab onto it, a little too urgent in her movements, you don’t have the time to maneuver your hand out of the way, she’d grabbed onto the neck in the process grabbing your hand too. It’s awkward, trying to let go, and she doesn’t make it easier. She could have made this easy, just grabbed it with her other free hand, instead she laughs at your poor attempt of trying not to drop it, amused- too much alcohol equals poor coordination the liquid splashes up and over, onto skin, sticky, you frown down at your hand before licking it up-no water around, why bother to bring any? No thoughts around either you suppose, because you act too fast- warm wet tongue swiped over your hand, still holding the bottle, the same bottle also being held by Julia. Your tongue passes too rapid fast and yet not quick enough, over your own hand and before you realize it over hers as well. You don’t realize what you’ve done at first, too caught up in trying to clean up the spill, but Julia’s sharp gasp kicks your brain into gear- you recoil, hand letting go, burning far worse than the alcohol in your throat, screw trying not to drop the stupid thing.

Luckily for you both, Julia’s brought her other hand up, as she should have from the beginning, you can’t help but think-and she manages to set it down. No accidents.

“Sorry I-” it’s fast and slightly panicked.

“No-No, haha” her reply almost as fast as yours, “It’s fine! Just-just wasn’t expecting that” her face is dark, wearing an expression you can’t quite interpret either. If you were an optimist you might say it’s a smile of some kind, but you’re a realist so you’ll call it what it is, a grimace.

Nervous laugh of your own “You wanted to ask me something right?”

“Yeah, so-“ another small laugh from her before she grabs the bottle again, tips it back, fast, before turning to you- grab it, no weird hand holding this time, you make sure of it. Take a big swing of your own.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

What the fuck, you almost spit out the tequila before forcefully swallowing in between coughs, get out a frantic“No!” too fast, urgent, she looks at you eyes wide and worried, you're still trying to get the coughing, burning, in your throat to recede, you can feel the heat of it in your nose, the whole while your mind racing- back up, back track, fix it, fix it, fix it “ I-l mean I’m not g- I’m not into gi-“ shit, hack up your lungs “Well- I, I haven’t really kissed anyon-“

you don’t finish your sentence, this time it’s not the coughing that interrupts but her, loud and delighted and most importantly distracted, you thank the universe quietly.

“Me estés mintiendo guey, There's no–”

“Don't call me that! I gave you a name for a reason! Use it!”

“Perdón perdóname! Sorry-“ can barely get the words out over her laughter “You’re too good for that, right? My bad” holds her hands up placentingly but she doesn't look sorry at all “But really? You've never kissed anyone? Like c’mon not even when you were little”

You didn’t have a little. Turn from her. Grateful that whatever brought on that question was avoided but now you start to feel that little green monster you always feel around her. Why does she get to have everything? Everything she wants- everything you want.

The glare you shoot her only seems to fuel her delight, taken as playful rather than a telling of harsher and far more real feelings you rather keep a tighter rein on, turning from you in an attempt to muffle her laughter. You turn too, before you let your actions get the better of you, think before you act, the cracks in the dirt are far more interesting right now. Pick at the soft grass, pull it from the roots, maybe dig your nails a little too harshly into the hard earth not amused with her amusement. Why does it feel like it’s always at your expense.

You dont notice when the laughter stops– must have been quiet too long because when you hear her speak up again it's soft and easy, with no trace of that teasing you two grab onto like a lifeline.

“I mean… it’s okay, it just… It just means your not easy right!” she shoots you a wink at the end of that. Trying to smooth it over, maybe ashamed at her response, you know enough about her to understand as much. It still pisses you off.

It would have been better to just chuck the whole conversation away and start clean, but she has to be worried about your feeling, your reaction. Why does that anger you so much? Why does she care. What does she want?

They really think you're going to fall for that false care again.

There’s always a catch. Cause and effect. Every action has consequences, you decide if they’re going to be good or bad.

A defense falls from your lips before you can reel it in.

“Unlike you huh? At least I value myself” fast, biting, sharp, and you regret it as soon as it comes out. Still don’t know when to keep your mouth shut do you? You should know by now-should know how to be a good d-.

Your shoulders hunch in anticipation because yeah, she might be bigger and have more muscles, pin you down, hurt you, no problem, you’re still faster. Even with those giraffe legs of hers, have to be. Ears are pin focused on any sound that might give her movement away because god you’re not brave enough to look up at her, at them. Never were. But then you hear her laugh again, crystal clear and loud.

“Ouch! Damn, fair point”

That’s right. You’re allowed to say things like that now. Encouraged. You look at her, her smile relaxed, she's leaned back on her arms, has to look up at you this time. You have the high ground. You feel yourself relax further, does she know how intimidating her height can be–how you make it a point to always try and find a higher perch. Out of her reach. Doesn’t matter how big she is compared to you if they can’t grab you.

“Why don’t you just get it over with?”

Huh?

“What are you going on about now old woman?”

You catch the subtle scrunch of her nose at the remark and you definitely catch that eye roll, a smile of your own emerges.

“Why don’t you just get it over with? Your first kiss”

She shrugs, a little too aggressive in her movement, almost falling, probably all the alcohol finally hitting her.

“Didn’t you just say that would make me easy” you raise your eyebrow at her. The hypocrite.

“Nah” easy smile “Nothings easy with you” she scoots over, awkward with the way she’s positioned, bumps her head soft against your arm.

“Besides no one would say no to you” and god she’s wagging her brows at you, and why does that make you want to punch her?

“You’re cute enough”

Shove at one of her arms, harsh, you don’t think– you just act, clumsy from the tequila; those hero reflexes don’t help her now as she tumbles back.

“Vete ah la verga Julia”

Her laugh is the only response you get.

After she goes quiet you reach out a hand for her to take, you’re not a complete little shit no matter how often she likes to call you that, and pull her back up to your side. A laugh of your own escapes once you realize her whole back is covered in dust and dirt; grass, and all sorts of wind blown garbage has stuck to that thick hair as well. Should have braided it when you first sat down, no way you have the coordination for it now. You reach over and run your hands through it, long and soft, sharp contrast to your own short bob thing, tried to make it look cute by cutting bangs in- no one told you never to cut your own bangs, never been more grateful for that stupid sidestep mask you wear, wouldn’t show your face around the rangers for a good while after that. Temper down the envy as your hands get to a knot- instead of yanking like your mind urges, you take note of Julia’s subtle flinch, scared you’ll pull it? Not the first time you’ve just torn your hand threw a particular tangled section, what’s the matter sparkles? Did that hurt? Like you didn’t know- like that wasn’t your intention, yet she never moves away; and regardless of your aggressive tugs she never returned the favor when messing with your own, always too gentle- baby braids barely staying in with how loose she would make them, because of that you bring up your other hand, undo the small knot, shake out what debris you can from her dark mane and pat it back down, gentle.

You want to be gentle.

You run your hands through her hair a few more times before glancing towards her face, her eyes are trained on you, there’s that expression again, the one you can’t interpret, it would be so much easier if you could just take a peek inside that head of hers. Instead you bring back your hands, you’ve been around her too long, becoming more physical than you ever thought you could be, before you know it you’ll be hugging strangers too. Picking up too many of her mannerisms.

No longer distracted by her hair you realize how the two of you have shifted closer, easier for you to reach her, you also take note of how late it’s gotten, looking up- the sun can barely be seen, sky is more violet blue then that striking orange pink line on the horizon- the heat is bearable. The dusk is quiet.

You can’t tell if the silence is comfortable–too used to relying on the other person's state of mind. Should you say something? The longer you wait the heavier the quiet becomes, oppressive in a way it wasn’t before, in the way you swear you can hear your own heartbeat, it’s quiet in the way that suddenly you are aware of how you can hear her breathing– too fucking close she had shifted and was all but leaning on you now and the way she’s looking at you in this quiet is so loud.

Yeah you’re definitely breaking this quiet.

“I guess it would be nice to get it over with…l-” you feel like your mouth has gone dry, why break it with that? look at your hands, your nails have dirt on them “I don’t know who I would ask though…” trying to get it off, they’re short, chewed up, makes it hard for you to really get under the- and her hand goes over it. Her hand is calloused, rough, but the touch itself is so much more gentle then most touches you’re used to. For some reason that makes it land harder, it takes everything in you not to flinch.

“I guess I don't really know that many people… right now- I mean…” you finally look at her frustrated, your voice has gone low in a whine embarrassed “fuck, right now I just really know anathema and you and-” nope! You guess besides some of the other rangers, that’s really it for ‘friends’, isn’t it? “…thats it” Barely loud enough, your not sure she would even hear it but she must have because she’s smiling at you and it’s so soft and warm but it doesn’t compare to the arm that she’s brought around you, to the hand that’s now on your shoulder, urging you even closer to her, and if you thought her hand on your shoulder was warm you neatly jump at the heat of the one she lays on you thigh, when did she let go of your hand? However you do jump when she grips it, pulls in tandem with the one on your shoulder, trying to pull you flush to her, you hear the giggle she lets out and realize your gaze has been locked on her thighs that have finally become flush to yours, looking up to her you inhale sharp at her relaxed expression, her hooded eyes, how can she be relaxed when you feel like you’re about to faint? You think you might actually faint when you find your own expression beginning to mimic hers as you feel the hand on your shoulder once again begin to pull, pull you towards her, and god, should you do something with your own hands? Where to put them? Where to put them. You have protocols for this! Try to remember what's expected if you. Finally you decide to reach up and grab onto her own shoulders no point in it really, besides to ground you, but you’re grateful for it regardless when you take note of the smile on her face, you did good, you smile back, and then you grip-almost dig your fingernails into her shoulders as she pulls you, maybe she does likes when you dig your nails into her, your smile grows, you feel her pull you once more towards her face and-

Her phone rings and you and her jump.

Both of you acting like her emitters have gone off or something of equal force has happened you stare at her and she stares at you. Her face is flushed dark, it’s the tequila, your mind supplies, thats why yours is heated too. You’re drunk. Haha that’s it, you two are just drunk. Impulsive and stupid. Her phone rings again and that snaps both of you out of your wide eyed and shocked staring contest. She struggles a bit trying to find it in her riding jacket carelessly tossed to the side the second you two had gotten off the bike, too hot for anything other than a sport bra for her, you thought the setting sun had cooled the air but right now you feel far too hot for anything other than a sports bra yourself, sucks for you, tough it out.

Finally she manages to dig the brick out, mouth turning into a straight line when she takes note of who it is.

“It’s my boyfriend” there’s just barely a turn down at her lip before she looks over to you.

“Oh! You should-“ what the hell is wrong with you “you- you should answer it” you look away from her, not really sure what to do with yourself, your heart is beating too fast. Still trying to figure out just what the fuck that was.

“Yeah”

You hear her reply but the phone continues to ring, curious, you look back over to her, the phone continues its shrill chime but she just keeps on staring at you, god, what does she want? Why can’t you just read her.

You’re not sure, you’re never sure with her, your blood is still pumping and you can’t think straight there is one too many bottles on the ground.

You go to stand up and she follows- phone still ringing in hand, you’re not sure exactly what she’s doing, but regardless you turn from her and take a step- and almost fall down. Shit you really are drunk. Lucky for you, Julia is still close by, that annoying habit of hers. She catches you just in time, hand going around your arm, as annoying as you might find her sometimes, you're grateful you didn’t just eat dirt, with your balance caught, you expect her to let you go. Instead you feel her pull you towards her, you turn in confusion “what are you doing?”

She blinks at you owlishly, startled “Oh! I thought we- I- well…” you didn’t think it was possible but her cheeks darken even more, she must be real out of it too you think, she did end up being the one with the honor to eat the worms, the thought makes you shiver. Finally she seems to find her words “What exactly are you doing?”

“Umm, giving you privacy?” You turn to the phone in her hand, ringing quieted but now it’s at a constant buzz, text after text.

“It looks like your popular”

“I-oh, yeah, i guess your right” hand letting go of you, finally, its sheepishly brought to mess with the curls behind her head.

“Hey-“

“Yeah” you’re cut off by her fast reply, “ha, sorry sorry what did you want to say?” Embarrassed

“Just-“ you motion to her bike “ I think I’m gunna go home but, umm, I’ll figure something el-“

“Orellia no! No I-“ She steps forward too fast, stumbles, catches herself. You don’t move any closer to her, in fact, step back. just watch her struggle to not sway, catch her own balance. You’re tense.

“I’m pretty sure I would be safer not riding with you right now” smile at her, make her drop it “And you probably shouldn’t try to ride that thing back either”

“Well, fuck-Mira espartera” hand goes through her hair before being brought down over her face, “just hold on- I’ll call us something, I’ll pay-“ and the phone starts ringing again, you hear the barely audible maldita sea before she looks over to you again face in a grimace.

Smile again, disarm the situation, show her it’s fine “Sparkles it's okay” walk over, you must have swayed a little because it looks like she is barely holding herself back from reaching over for you again. God this was such a bad idea. “I had fun” Stay out of her reach. Look to the road, you had passed a gas station a few miles down, you could probably get someone to give you a ride- granted they wouldn’t remember it.

“No seas una pendeja Orellia, just hold o-“

You don’t really give her time to finish before you start walking, she’s a stubborn woman but so are you. No matter what you say they’ll try to refute you.

So there’s no point to it.

“Really?”

Hear her footsteps shuffle closer to you then you would like- fuck, is she really following you? Your heart rate spikes, body ready for a fight. Can't they just leave you alone?

“Orellia ya te dije!” Yeah so what? You feel your hands fist up at your sides. She’s not playing around anymore. Voice reprimanding, commanding. You hate when she does that.

Your teeth are clenched, hold back the snap, it’s not like you're a Ranger, she thinks she can order you around you? No ma’am, when you listen it’s cause you want to not because she’s in charge of you. Off that leash for a while now.

“C’mon I’ll call- ORELLIA!“

You break out in a run. You could hear her quick foot steps for a while longer before they stopped completely. You don’t. You were hoping for her to have quit sooner, couldn’t just keep chasing you and leave that precious bike of hers. And besides she hasn’t answered that boy toy of hers either, should probably get on with that. Don’t want to lose another one now do we? You don’t turn around to check on her, she can take care of herself. She’s not marshal for no reason.

And besides you got quite a ways to go before you get to that gas station.

#fhr ortega #julia ortega #Orellia becerra #Orellia is kinda mean #all that repressed anger am I right ladies #jealous little gremlin #I wanna ruin our friendship we should be lovers instead😘 #do you wanna be her or do her?

[chryzure]

i think i’ve fully decided that chrysi dies and comes back in the wh13 universe, so the warehouse stuck her room from the b&b in the warehouse archives. she jumpscares artie every morning when she’s in the office in her pajamas like, “hey there, roommate. we need fucking food in the fridge btw, bc what you have in there has developed sentience”

#memorie.txt #p.warehouse #jst like the warehouse gremlin 😌 #& her brother she brought back that looks suspiciously like chrysi’s childhood best friend ex boyfriend that she hateloves #which does mean that her + warehouse!jacks are actually able to like. sleep together. since she lives in the warehouse now #before it was fucking HARD sneaking out his artifact to the b&b #anyway. GOD AZURE COMING BACK AND SEEING HER ROOM IS IN THE WAREHOUSE #AND HES HORRIFIED BC THAT MEANS SHE DIED WHEN HED LEFT TO TRY AND PROTECT HER FROM HIS BAD LUCK #WAILING…..//. the chryzurejacks jealousy thing is fun in this universe tho since azure’s the jealous one 🥰🖤

[dahldahlbills]

i can and will make every photo I see about inuokko

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#inuokko #ottoge #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fanart #okkotsu yuuta #inumaki toge #yuuta okkotsu #toge inumaki #dahls art #the first one gave me the strongest watercolor vibes when I was sketching so I tried to emulate that #I’ve never actually worked with watercolors before tho so hopefully it’s not a hot mess akchsj #I’ve also been holding onto the first one for .. over a week now for some reason #which was bad bc I’d keep looking at it and hating it #so I’m yeeting!! no more looking at it for me I shall now force it upon y’all #also I’m so jealous of people who can draw toge as the scrappy lil gremlin that he is #i am unfortunately only capable of babifying 😔 #cursed with “draw characters extremely baby’ syndrome #actually I must amend my previous statement #what I actually meant was #I’m so jealous of people who can draw #anyway I love them they’re so important to me #and let’s not look at the watermelons for so long I swear they’re the worst things I’ve ever drawn but I did not have it in me to try harder #my art

[paper-lilypie]

Found your story/au recently and ngl it's the cutest sh*t, infact when I was looking through your art and saw Gregory and the kids, it made me think: what if Y/N took in Gregory and, by extension, was roped into fixing Freddy, I mean Freddy is SO friendly, 100% dad, him and Y/N would get along perfectly, but I also can't help but imagine mute Sun getting super jelly and frustrated, while Moon constantly makes threatening hand gestures at Freddy (and Gregory probably) when Y/N isn't looking.

i think if Reader took Gregory in, they’d lose 20 more years off their life pfffff

As for jealousy against Freddy, I’m sure Sun/Moon would be too busy making sure Reader actually sleeps and eats and doesn’t waste themselves away taking care of newfound kids to even acknowledge Freddy as a competitor for Reader’s attention or affections lol

#sun/moon being jealous? sure. of Freddy? nah that bear is exclusively a dad to all and nothing more They’re good ghsgssh #gregory would keep everyone up at night that gremlin #fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #post fire au #ask lily