#alright i'mma shut up now

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Watching the 'Inside Vice Versa' videos and feeling very called out...

Why yes...you betcha I am.

And also...for those or you who read my long-ass post about ep 1, here's yet another example of what I think are the four main/important colours together in the clothes on the bed: red and blue, and yellow and green. 👀

Anyway, is it Saturday yet?

#vice versa #inside vice versa #vice versa the series #vice versa colour theories #I think the vice versa brain rot has set in already #because I've been thinking about it all week #and I want to do a third watch through of ep 1... #but I also really want to see ep 2 #to make more interpretations about the colour use #especially now I *know* they have really incorporated colours in their design #ahhhh it's like going on a treasure hunt or solving a riddle #gimmie gimmie gimmie! #also I love how the actors call jimmy and jeab 'dr jim' and 'dr jeab' #rather than p'jim or p'jeab #(which they also do sometimes but I think the casual use of 'dr' is cool) #also I would not have guessed jeab is 34! #late twenties maybe... #say what!? ae is 36?! nooooooooo 😂 #dayum...these peeps look great for their age #alright I'mma shut up now

[cupids-scream-queen]

can u write something w bo sinclair and edging the reader? Like she's a flirt or something and keeps distracting him from his work and he gets sick of it and edges her??

❛ dollface, you're in my way ❜

-> Bo Sinclair × f!reader

Warnings: Edging, petnames, kinky shit by this point everyone knows my writing.

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Let's be realistic, you were a flirt. One of the biggest ones Bo had ever seen, and it helped you were little more than an airhead, making it real easy for him to keep you around.

You were gorgeous, and Bo loved everything about you. Except for your habit of flirting with him while he was working, creating some interesting problems for him.

Today was one of those days, Bo working on some project for the museum. You weren't particularly interested in Bo's work, but you enjoyed his company enough to sit still and talk to him.

"Baby, whatcha want for dinner?" You were sitting on an antique chair, watching your boyfriend tamper with some lights. You were wearing a short baby blue skirt and a white crop top with lace on the bust–something that looked incredible on you in Bo's opinion. You were sucking on a cotton candy flavored lollipop, your mouth making noises as you licked around it.

"I'm working—can't you suck on that goddamn thing later?"

"Only if I can suck on something else in the meantime," You shot back almost instantly, giggling slightly as Bo dropped a lightbulb on the floor. It shattered, leaving glass everywhere. Bo sighed heavily in annoyance.

"If you don't shut that goddamn mouth of yours, I'mma do it for you, babygirl," Bo huffed, half-joking. Looking at you, he smirked when he saw you adjust yourself, clearly in the mood but not directly asking. Sneaky kitten, aren’t you?

"Maybe I'd like that, Daddy," you were quiet on the word Bo liked you to call him during intimate moments, and you watched as his work jeans tightened instantly around his dick. It worked–your little comments worked–now the other thing you had to gain was him to fuck you. Which you craved.

Bo knew this, and he also knew the importance of his work. He'd have to fix it eventually, and Vincent was most likely wanting it done asap, and you begging for dick was going to prolong it by another day if you had your way. Sometimes, Bo would bet money on you having the higher sex drive.

He smirked, deciding he'd have some fun with you. Teach you a lesson about interrupting his work and ruining his progress—a lesson you had to learn, in his opinion.

"I'm going to tell you this once, is that clear dollface?" You nodded, and licked your lips obediently. Bo chuckled to himself. He was going to enjoy this. "I want you to take your panties off, alright? Put them on the floor. Then I want you to hike your skirt up and show me your pretty pussy. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Daddy," With almost as much enthusiasm as normal, if not more, you quickly took off your white lace panties, exposing your cunt for your boyfriend. He licked his lips.

"I want you to moan for me, and I want you to tell me when you're close. But you're not allowed to cum unless I tell you to, understand?" You nodded, your pussy already dripping in anticipation for Bo's lengthy fingers.

"Yes, Daddy, I understand," You whimpered, your legs high up in the air, your cunt wet and ready. Bo walked over, his work boots clonking on the floor as he took heavy steps in your direction. Kneeling, he teased the lips of your clit.

"Dollface, you're in the way of my work, you know that?" He growled, his fingers kneeding your clit. You whimpered in response, your thighs threatening to close around Bo's head. "You're so fucking horny for me, you've forgotten your manners. Isn't that right?"

"Y-yes Daddy," You said, your voice soft as you felt one of Bo's fingers push past your lips. He started to fuck you with one finger, your pussy clenching around it. He angled it up, pressing against your walls and searching.

"And I'm gonna hafta teach you some manners, ain't that right, whore?"

"Yes, Daddy...I need manners," You yelped as he pressed another finger in, scissoring you. Getting you ready for his cock, you presumed. Bo smirked as he added a third finger, your pussy full.

Slowly, he worked his fingers in and out of your folds, eventually moving his tongue down to stimulate you clit while his fingers were deep inside of you. You clenched around them, your pussy anxious and ready for dick, and you moaned at Bo's name.

"F-Fuck, Daddy, I'm close—" He slapped you, ripping his fingers out of you. You whined, your eyes threatening to release tears from the loss of orgasm.

"You ain't gonna cum until I say so, is that clear?"

"Yes, Daddy," You obediently looked at him, and he settled back between your legs, fucking you with three fingers and his tongue. He pressed it up against your clit, licking and sucking. You moaned at the sensation, making Bo lightly bite it, and you nearly howled with pleasure. You were getting closer and closer, and Bo knew it.

He stopped again, smirking as he withdrew his fingers and licked your juices off of them.

He then leaned down, spreading your legs open again with his hands, and licked a stripe up your pussy. You gasped, and he laughed against your cunt, enjoying the affect he had on you. He slowly licked circles into your clit, and then moved his tongue into your pussy, fucking you.

He rubbed circles into your clit as he tongue-fucked you, feeling you squirm and moan above him. Your hands were tangled in his hair, forcing him closer as you tried desperately to get to your climax, even though you guessed he'd rip it away from you again. He moaned as you pushed yourself farther down his tongue, and he felt as you started to grind against his face, a silent ask to cum.

It was denied, of course. Smirking, Bo pulled away just as you were about to release, taking your third orgasm away from you. You whined, practically crying by this point, begging for your boyfriend to let you cum.

"If you don't distract me any more, darling, I'll let you cum tonight," He promised, already standing up off the floor. "Now clean yourself up and put your clothes back on, I've got work to do."

masterlist

#slasher fucker #slashers x reader #house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair smut #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you

[moralesmilesanhour]

Heyy i hope you're having a nice day and I was wondering if you could do a Miles morales x black reader . When the reader has problems with relationships like they always fall in love with someone and it just gose wrong but miles is always there for them. but one day something happens then the reader gose to miles talking about how they think their never gonna have someone to love them but Miles is like that's Wrong because I love you and they kiss or whatever. Sorry it's so long I hope you have a good day and thx u sm!!<3

I kinda took some liberties with this one, hope you still enjoy it 🫡 (reader does have some set implied features if that's okay)

You lean back on the side of Miles' bed mid-conversation, and stare up at the ceiling.

"You ever had a crush, Miles? I'm always tellin' you about mine."

Miles pauses for a beat, eyes suddenly darting across the room before landing on your side profile.

Nervously tasting his own chapstick, he answers, "...One. I have one."

You turn to him and your eyes light up. "Oh my gosh, who? And why you ain't tell me?"

"Hey, I thought we were talking about your crush," he says skeptically, narrowing his eyes at you with a grin.

"Alright," you raised your hands in the air, "touchy subject."

"What's his name? This dude you won't shut up about."

"Jayden."

Miles' eyes go wide. "Hol' on, Nadja's boyfriend?"

You froze. Nadja was in the homeroom next door, easily recognizable by the neat braids that swung just above her knees. She never forgot her lip gloss at home, her face as smooth and shiny as her legs.

"That...makes sense," you say, shoulders slumped.

Miles quirked an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

You shook your head, "Nothing."

"Look, it's plenty fish in the sea," your friend nudges you with his elbow, "and between you and me, I saw that nigga picking his nose in class the other day. I personally think you dodged a bullet."

The two of you burst into hearty laughter. When you caught your breath and it subsided, you sighed.

"You think any of them fish in the sea are ever gonna figure out I exist and ask me out?"

"Didn't Tyler do that last month?" Miles asked, with a curl in his lips like he'd just smelled rotting garbage. You fixed your eyes on the ground.

"Stood me up."

"Oh," Miles says quietly. "What about Michael-"

"He was joking." Your voice sounded tight, like a rubber band stretched too far.

Miles said nothing. All he could do was trace the slope of your nose with his gaze and wish he could make the pout on your purple-toned lips go away.

You brought your knees up under your chin. "I don't think I'mma have anybody to go to prom with."

"I could go with you."

"Miles, you don't count," you said with a sad smile. The boy felt a pang in his chest, but still said nothing and let you continue.

"I mean like...someone who's gonna pick me up at my house with flowers and shit, take me to the after-party, too."

"So you're saying I can't do that."

You look up, and a frown has settled on Miles' features.

"No, I mean like...cuz he wants to."

"I want to," Miles said under his breath. You blinked.

"One more time?"

He gave you a hard, determined look, taking a deep breath.

"I want to. All of it, I want to." His brows were furrowed like he was serious, but you didn't want to take your chances.

It's your turn to frown now. "Miles, don't do that. You just said you already had a crush-"

"Oh my God, Y/N, it's you."

Glassy, brown eyes were fixed on you as his words hung in the air.

"I..."

Your heart rate picks up until it's in your throat when the boy's expression doesn't change.

"For-for how long?'

Miles shrugs, gaze directed in front of him. "Ion know, got too used to the feeling to remember,"

He gave you a guilty sidelong glance.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that."

A warmth blooms in your chest and before you can have second thoughts, you lean in. Your lips make impact on the side of his mouth.

Miles jumps, head snapping towards you when you quickly pull away.

"Don't be sorry."

The boy bit his bottom lip to hold back a wide smile before it settles into a smirk. He cocked his head to the side.

"I thought you were still hung up on Jayden."

You cringe at the reminder and playfully smack Miles on the arm. "Shut up, I just kissed you."

Miles leaned in again, facing you this time. "Make me."

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A/N: Okay that was longer than I anticipated 😭 as usual leave any thoughts or reactions in the comments/tags! Mwah 🫶🏾

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales fic #moralesanhour

[howlingday]

turns out every member of team rwby had a massive crush on the rusted knight and wanted to date/ be railed by him and even had self insert fanfics about it. now that they know it's jaune how do they try to make their fanfics real?

"What are you drawing, Ruby?"

"A picture of me an the Rusty Knight!" Showing off her crayon portrait of the Rusted Knight, his mount, and herself standing together in a flower field, Ruby's mother cooed at the drawing.

"My, my, what a wonderful drawing!" Summer smiled. "And what are you three doing together?"

"We're on an adventure!"

"Hmhmhm!" Summer chuckled. "You must have really loved that story last night, didn't you?"

"I'mma marry him, and then we'll adventure forever!"

Summer chuckled at her daughter's daydreaming of the fictional hero. Not even six and already dreaming of marriage. She was still so innocent, and Summer hoped that would never change.

---------------------------------------------------

"Would you like a kiss for your wounds, my lady?"

"No! Because I'm a big girl! Kisses are for babies!"

"Could you kiss me then? After all, only the coolest girls can kiss the coolest dudes."

"Yang, lunch is read-"

Yang slammed her notebook shut, twirling in her seat with a red face and a squeaky voice. "DAAAAAAAAAAD! KNOCK ON MY DOOR!"

"I did knock, sweetie~!"

"NO, YOU DIDN'T!" Yang stamped her feet.

"Sorry, sorry!" Taiyang stepped away. "Lunch is downstairs when you're done doing, er, whatever."

Yang huffed as she jumped off her seat, carefully hiding her notebook under a bunch of arts and crafts material in a drawer. She stamped to the door, looking back at the drawer to make sure it was safe. Nobody could ever know her dark secret.

---------------------------------------------------

"The Rusted Knight?" Nicholas looked down at his granddaughter. "Of course I've heard of him! In fact, it was his armor that inspired my set!"

Weiss rubbed a tiny hand against the white shirt her grandfather was wearing. It was soft, and underneath was soft, too. He wasn't wearing his armor. He hardly did in his own house.

"Lügner." Weiss softly said, pressing further into his belly.

"Ach!" Nicholas shouted, placing a free hand to his abdomen. " Mein bauch!"

Nicholas fell over to the floor, holding Weiss in the air. She giggled as she stared at his bearded face. Looking at him, he reminded her of the Rusted Knight, and his statements on his modeling after the fairy tale hero would only become more and more true.

"Say, would you like me to read you that story for you?"

Weiss' eyes lit up and she nodded fervously. He chuckled as he swung himself to his feet. Walking to the library, he pulled out the book and was about to read it when a pair of eyes stared at him.

"Come on, Winter. There's enough room for all of us." The older girl hurried over, taking her seat on the other side of their opa. To this day, it remains Weiss and Winter's most cherished of their shared memories.

---------------------------------------------------

"Thank you for meeting with me, Mister and Misses Belladonna."

Blake sat between her parents, red in the face. To think it would actually come to this. Her parents were going to kill her. Or worse, take away her books.

"Is everything alright?" Mom asked with worry in her voice.

"It is, but... In a recent assignment, Blake was tasked with writing a short story about herself and a fictional character in an interview." The teacher slid the assignment forward. "If you'd like, I can tell you without your reading."

Dad took the paper and gave it a quick read. And by quick read, he shoved it into Mom's hands after reading half a paragraph. Half of him was red with embarrassment and the other green with disgust.

She took the paper and almost immediately responded with, "Oh my!"

"As I'm sure you are both aware, we always encourage creativity in our students, but this..."

"No, no, we understand." Dad said with a burp. "We'll be sure this won't happen again."

The teacher and Dad spoke furthervon the subject, moreso than Blake EVER cared for. There was a hiss at her side, and she looked to Mom. She was pointing at a word. A very bad, bad, naughty word.

"This is spelled with an i, not an e."

#rwby #ruby rose #summer rose #yang xiao long #taiyang xiao long #weiss schnee #nicholas schnee #winter schnee #blake belladonna #ghira belladonna #kali belladonna

[my-soupy-brain]

have been working super long days lately, wish I had ted to look after me and help me wind down after an exhausting day. think I would sleep so well

Same. We deserve this and Ted knows it too. He'd be such a sweetheart about it. I hope you have a break coming so you can rest and take care of yourself! Short n' sweet. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: All comfort

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You practically sunk into the couch at Ted's when you came over for date night You were waiting all week for this but work had run you ragged.

"You want a glass of wine before we head out, sugarbutt?" Ted asked as he came into the living room. Your face brightened with a smile as you nodded. But Ted caught your forlorn, tired expression first.

He didn't comment on it. He just gave you a soft smile and sat next to you.

Without a word he lifted your legs into his lap, and stripped off your socks. His fingers and thumbs went to work.

"Better yet, darlin'? Let's order in. Movie night."

You tried to protest. "No, no. We've been looking forward to that restaurant all week!"

Ted laughed. "That restaurant ain't goin' anywhere unless it grows legs. We'll go another time."

Before you opened your mouth Ted rebuted. "Hush, hush that beautiful butt. We'll order in, watch the movies we've been itchin' to see and curl up on this here couch."

You leaned into the soft back and looked at him.

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"I ask myself the same thing every day, darlin'."

Ted ordered some delivery food from the little Greek place down the block. He changed into comfy clothes, and brought you a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt to do the same.

"What's that?" you ask as he hands them to ya.

He chuckles. "Now, we ain't havin' a comfy cozy take-care-of-Y/N-night in dressy clothes. Up, up. Get comfy, sweetheart."

You slipped into his clothes, which smelled delightfully like detergent and Ted. He pulled out a big, fuzzy blanket and laid it over you as he answered the door and brought the food to the coffee table.

You watched some TV and he asked you about your week. You told him how the long hours were catching up to you, that you hadn't slept well all week. Ted nodded and rubbed your back.

When dinner was done, he cleaned up, lit some candles, turned down the lights and snuggled you into his chest.

You agreed on the movie to watch and Ted handed you a glass of wine.

"Now empty that beautiful brain for a bit, and just relax. Ain't got nowhere to be, except here together."

Your eyes met his and you smiled, a sweet kiss shared on your lips.

"You're the best, Ted."

...

By the end of the second movie, you can't contain your yawns. And you realize you haven't thought about work or your week this entire time.

Ted feels you yawn again.

"Alright, sugar, time for bed."

You protest again. "What about..."

Ted laughs. "Tell ya what, I got a double feature for ya. It features two down pillows and a memory foam mattress. I hear it's up for an Oscar."

You giggle, and he smiles -- he loves to be the one who makes you laugh.

He helps you off the couch and you both crawl into bed, Ted slides over to the middle, and you meet him there.

"Stomach," he says. "Lay on that tummy. I'mma rub your back."

What a swoon.

You shift positions and feel your cares melt away when his warm hand runs soft circles across your shoulders and down your back.

"Now you, m'dear, need to sleep. Tomorrow's Saturday, and if you're rested we can paint the town red. But let's get you a good night sleep first."

You nod.

"I love you, Ted," you say with heart as you turn to look at him. He just smiles under his mustache and brushes hair off your forehead before he kisses it.

"I love you, too."

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OK I need this too. Please? With the invention of robots and AI can we make a Ted for all of us? I wish I was kidding. IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES. OK, I'll shut up. Thanks for the prompt, friend. And I hope you get some rest!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you

[imaginespazzi]

Alright bestie, second chance bracket now that we’re down to the sweet 16, who you got?

Cos rn i got (and i’m actually mostly using my singular brain cell this time):

Elite 8

SC vs ND (i think Oregon St could upset ND but i hope not)

Texas v Stanford (i could see nc state potentially upsetting stanford but i think stanford holds on)

Colorado vs UCLA (wvu came sooo close to that golden upset, and so in jaylyn i trust to actually get the job done. UCLA and LSU have both seemed a bit shaky to me so this is a toss-up but no way in hell am i gonna choose milky)

USC vs UConn (of course)

Final Four

SC vs Texas (idk, stanford hasn’t given me a lot of confidence lately but i could be wrong!)

UCLA vs UConn (going with ucla marginally since they swept colorado during the regular szn, and huskies restarting that final four streak plus paige reminding everyone that’s still doubting, why she’s the best. Like i love juju but it’s still paige>>>)

National Championship

SC vs UConn

Champion

I want to say UConn, babes, I do but i just cannot see anyone beating SC rn and us even getting to this point with our (lack of) depth would be a heck of an achievement but beating SC is one too many hail marys i think 😭

Ngl though, i kinda don’t wanna see us lose to SC again in the championship game and so a part of me would actually rather us lose in the final 4 if that was the case 😬 (unless we play iowa or lsu then fuck that i’ll take the loss to sc)

I'm scared to predict at this point cause my brackets was in shambles and lowkey you and I are on the same wavelength with most of these but here we go:

Elite 8:

SC vs ND: SC obviously (and I need them to destroy those zionists) and I think Oregon St. could make something happen but I think after the Naismith "snub" (quotes cause I'm 50-50 on this) Hannah is gonna be on one and Oregon St. doesn't have anyone who can stop her.

Texas vs Stanford: Texas because Gonzaga does nothing for me and Stanford v NC-State is gonna be really interesting, but ultimately I don't see how NC-State stops Cam and Kiki.

Iowa vs UCLA: Listen I think Colorado can beat Iowa. I just don't think they can beat the refs+Iowa+the narrative the networks want. The same honestly could be said for LSU-UCLA because the LSU-Iowa rematch is what the NCAA wanted but I think UCLA can overcome that (as opposed to Colorado) because they're a better team and because LSU has been unimpressive to me

UConn vs USC: Baylor does not impress me at all and well the UConn-Duke matchup *pray pray pray* I'mma shut up about it because I'm not in the mood to jinx things

Final 4:

SC vs Stanford: I think the ND vs SC game will be a lot better than the one in Paris but SC is just too much at the end of the day. And again with Stanford-Texas, I could see it go either way but I just don't see Texas stopping Cam-Kiki both

UCLA vs UConn: UCLA is a better team but again there's a narrative and refs and even despite that as we saw last year, it could still be Iowa, but I still think it's gonna be UCLA. USC vs UConn, Juju vs Paige might cancel out but I'd like to think the rest of the UConn team (if they show up) is better than the USC also just who's gonna guard Aaliyah?

National Championship

SC vs UConn: I do actually have Stanford in my bracket but as you said they're kinda not giving me the greatest vibes and well SC is SC. On the other side though, fuck it, in Paige Bueckers we believe. But also, I think this is a much better team than the one that faced UCLA in November. We were figuring things out and the team's morale was really low, I think we'll be much better. Also never underestimate Cori Close's ability to be outcoached especially if it's Geno of all people. A

Champion: I'm not gonna say it but y'all know what I'm thinking. Does it make sense to pick SC? Yes. If you're a betting person, do that. But me I'm here for vibe so once again, fuck it, in Paige Bueckers we believe!

#ask #wcbb #ncaa wbb #when i get all of these wrong y'all can just pretend i said nothing thanks <3

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 37

Hello friends, finally back with another chapter. Things will be a little slow because I'm writing another fic for fnaf:sb so please be patient!

Previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

"Hold on, darling," Bowser rumbled, slipping his hands underneath your arms. You felt weightless as he lifted you up like you were a feather and gingerly placed you into the warm water of the tub; you sighed heavily as the water enveloped your sore, aching body.

"You really didn't have to do all this…" But you weren't complaining! The massage had felt wonderful and was just what you needed, although you were already beginning to feel sore from it.

Bowser snorted as he leaned against the side of the tub. "After all that? I sure as hell do, and I'm happy to, too. Besides, if ya don't soak in the water now, you just gonna be crazy sore later… I mean, shit. I reckon I'mma hafta carry you to the track anyway."

You settled against the side he was leaning on, gently pulling one of his hands to your chest. You knew that ordinarily you would've been embarrassed, shy, and unwilling to let him keep seeing you naked… so this was truly a testament to how much you trusted him already. Also maybe it was the result of getting a little relief after such a long time of fear.

"I mean, I won't complain if you wanna carry me," you said nonchalantly. He hummed curiously; you didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking a little. "Admittedly my legs still feel like jelly."

"There it is," he snickered softly.

"Oh, shut up."

He shifted and kissed your temple, his hand sliding down to your left tight and giving a gentle squeeze. "You gonna be fine, baby. Luckily we don't gotta do much for the race but sit; we got screens to see what's happening at the far ends of the tracks."

"What about lunch? Surely we've missed it," you hummed. "And after that little bit of exercise, I'm starving."

"Hmm, I like a woman with an appetite," he growled softly in your ear.

You couldn't resist rolling your eyes. "What's next? You like a woman with a face, too? Maybe a body?"

His hand shifted to your other thigh, also giving it a light squeeze. "Mostly I like a woman who likes me back. Can't be too picky these days, but physically existin' with lips I can kiss sure is a plus." He nuzzled you gently.

"You big softy," you murmured, turning your head and kissing his nose lightly. "...About lunch, though…"

He laughed softly as he pulled his hand back to your chest. You couldn't help a smile, although honestly you were already feeling your stomach growl - it wouldn't be too long before you'd start to get hangry, you could feel it.

"I'll go tell 'em to bring it if they ain't done so already." He pulled his hand back so he could get to his feet, and after one more kiss to your head he turned and ambled out of the bathroom to go inquire about your lunch.

You took the chance to wash thoroughly, your hair included, and although you tried to get yourself to analyze why you weren't freaking out or reacting with embarrassment, your brain refused to engage.

The long and short of it was that you were safe and loved. No other analysis was required.

When Bowser returned, he had some clothes grasped in one of his big hands. "Lunch is on the table," he announced as he set your clothes on the counter. "I wanted ya to soak longer, but we shouldn't let it get cold."

Thank diety! Lunch!

"Alright. Help me out, please," you smiled gratefully at him.

He draped a towel over one of his forearms before stooping near you to offer his other one across your chest. You put both arms over it, and as easily as he'd set you into the tub, he lifted you out of it and onto your feet. He didn't pull his arm away until he was sure you could at least stand on your own. 

"Legs a little better, then?" he asked, handing you the towel.

"I can at least stand, yes," you nodded as you dried off - carefully, of course. He stood back a little to give you some space. "Thanks, big man."

"Anythin' for my queen," he purred.

Ah, there it was, the feeling of flustered embarrassment. Your cheeks flushed red, but you tried to keep a little composure.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here," you tried to say pleasantly, but it definitely came out in a mumble.

Bowser snickered softly. "No? Seems like ya might like that one, you sure?"

You eyed him; two could potentially play this game. Although for your part, getting called 'queen' might not have been so flustering if he wasn't an actual king. It had a few deeper implications that still made you a little nervous. Maybe you could get used to it, though…

But you'd have to think about that later. Right now you needed to get back at him with something that would make him blush just as hard.

"You gotta let a lady have a breather, you know," you murmured, letting him gather you into his arms so he could carry you to the table. Today, you'd definitely let him carry you wherever.

"But you so cute when you blushin'," he complained as he sat you in a chair. "I can't help it, 'specially since ya still won't tell me yer real name…"

"That's a discussion for later."

Even though you didn't say it too firmly, Bowser sighed and nodded. "We gonna talk about it, though…?"

You smiled warmly at him, lifting the silver dome off of your burger and fries. "Promise," you murmured. He deserved to know the truth, but lunch time as your hanger was creeping in was definitely not the time. Honestly, Bowser was lucky you knew how to control it!

…Who were you kidding? He'd probably think it was adorable despite your very real irritation.

Either way, you picked the burger and bit into it just as your stomach growled loudly enough for him to hear. He laughed, but just shook his head and followed suit with his own burger.

Honestly, after getting fucked so thoroughly and taken care of so tenderly, this was the best burger you'd ever had in your life. Shit, maybe that was the case anyway, but there was definitely something to be said about eating some delicious comfort food after some actual, genuine love and comfort.

Between bites, once you'd had a little water to wash everything down, you smiled warmly over at the man sitting across from you. He blinked, but smiled back as he reached for his own drink.

You waited for him to start drinking before you said, "Just wanted to thank you for today… daddy."

Predictably, he choked on his drink, a dark blush immediately settling in his cheeks as he coughed hard, struggling to process what you just said to him.

You just smiled sweetly and kept eating like nothing had happened.

That's what he got for flustering you.

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #super mario bros #fanfic #fanfiction

[smutsterprocrastiwriter]

nutember pieces

day 3. choking.

karl jacobs and sapnap.

Sapnap's fingers were heavy on the mouse and the keyboard for minutes throughout his fixation in Valorant. Karl just entered his room to check himself on the mirror, wearing a blue sweater and black pants and the usual golden chain on his neck.

He said earlier that he's hanging out with Foolish for a cat cafe date, and it only fuels the jealousy steam Sapnap has been blowing off to the game for a while now. He's been envying all the boys Karl kissed ever since he accidentally saw him recently making out with Hasan in a restroom stall. Maybe Karl hasn't kissed him yet because he instead expects for Sapnap to make a move. Assumptions aside, he won't wait for an answer to that—especially not today.

"Alright, I'mma head out now," Karl says before walking towards the doorway. In a matter of seconds, Sapnap pauses the game and appears standing on the doorway front of Karl, grabbing the knob behind to shut the door before hooking its lock, all in a dead serious expression looking at Karl's look of light surprise.

"You're not going anywhere." Sapnap says, voice low and firm.

"H-Huh? Why not?"

Sapnap takes a step closer.

"If you wanna get to Foolish, you have to kiss me first."

Karl huffs, stifling a laugh. "You just couldn't wait for your turn, can you?"

"Excuse me?" Sapnap then grabs his neck, making him gasp as his body immediately heat up. "You can kiss any man you want, but why won't you kiss me? I've been waiting enough that this is my last straw, so why won't you?"

Karl's breathing weighs from the casual grip, and the darkening gaze over Sapnap's eyes. "Why wouldn't I? Well..."

Karl is afraid to actually kiss him. Not because he assumes that Sapnap is a bad kisser, but he couldn't really speak out the reason—it's embarrassing him, but he won't tell it to him any time sooner.

Unless...

He deeply sighs. "I honestly can't tell you."

"What can't you tell me then?" Sapnap goes closer—lips dangerously close to each other, fingers digging deeper onto Karl's neck. "Are you afraid to know you can't get enough of me once I get to kiss those pretty little lips of yours?"

Karl opens his mouth but the words are fogged by the tightness of his grip that awakens the throbbing heat inside his pants. He wouldn't mind this man kiss him right now, let alone pound him against the door.

"You're just not my boyfriend." He blurts out. Upon realization, he cusses at himself for the wrong response, hoping the dimness of the corner they're in is enough to cover the pinkness of his cheeks.

Silence fills the room until Sapnap chuckles, shaking his head and smiling at him. Then he moves to the side, to the boy's ear.

"Then I'll be your boyfriend right fucking now." Sapnap whispers before moving Karl out and pull him back for a hard kiss.

For the first time, Karl has felt an ironically drug-like high at every clash of his lips against the other. They brush each other's lips in soft paces yet it feels so alive and electrifying. It's just as fucking addicting.

This is what Karl fears. This is why he never kissed him.

Because once he tastes those lips, he knows he won't be coming back for any other. Because for so long, he craved for nothing other than Sapnap's beautiful, plump lips.

And now, he finally tasted them.

Karl moans between the kisses.

"What about Foolish?" he mumbles.

"He can go date himself," Sapnap responds before engulfing his lips again. "I'm gonna have you just for me tonight."

#cornersmut #karlnap smut #karl jacobs smut #sapnap smut #mcyt smut #dsmp smut

[lionmythflower]

lmao not me rewatching the nutcracker and the four realms.

But I actually can't stop laughing.

"That diabolical little mouse!"

"We just have to ask you some questions princess" "this is ridiculous"

"How do u describe ur sympathies towards rodents in general?" "........ Well-" "thank you, good, alright"

"My mother, she.... She died." *dramatic gasps*

Miss sugar plum Fairy stop lying ma'am

I'm gonna slap her

*weird giggling* ".... She doesn't know" HELP

"She tried to take control of the other realms" what bullshit. I can't remember shit of what happens I know damn well that miss sugar plum aint the good one here

HOW DID THEY MAKE MAKE THOSE DRESSES SO FAST I MEAN I KNOW THEIR MAGIC WHAT WHAT THE FUCK

"Do u like it?" "I love it" who are u lying to that hair looks so bad

Miss sugar plum needs to stfu her voice is giving me a headache

Ooooh ballet

Oh it's abt the story of the four realms ok...

I actually can't remember anything from this movie

was the hot air balloon from that one version of wizard of oz rlly necessary

I promise I actually do like this movie I js love hating on movies no matter how much I love them (another example is

"Beastly women. There's nothing motherly abt her" OKAY U KNOW WHAT U CAN SHUT UP THANKS

OH I REMEMBER SOME OF IT NOW. THERE'S SMTH TO DO W THE ENGINES

AND WHAT'S HER NAME THE MAIN CHARACTER GIRL FIXES THE MACHINE OR AT LEAST FINDS THE KEY AND THEN SHE REALISES THAT SUGAR PLUM IS EVIL AND THEN SMTH HAPPENS I THINK SHE JOINS MOTHER GINGERS SIDE OR SMTH IDK

Sugar plum speaking French is annoying me sm. Like ok I get ur the pretty fairy women but fuck off please-

Oh the girl is named Clara

Bro crows are scary as fuck

Someone get this girl a pantsuit why is she always running around in dresses

Clara: gets pulled into a dark hole.

Captain: GOES IN AFTER HER

what the fuck

What in the name of Russian dolls-

OMG MOTHER GINGER

we love her

She looks so badass

Help not captain js struggling w the puppet things

Mother Ginger is the only sensible one here

I actually can't remember what the egg thing does

That owl is fucking everywhere

Also we love captain

And hate sugar plum

CLARA DON'T BE AN IDIOTS PLS

CAPTAIN

CAPTAIN PLS U KNOW THIS IS A BAD IDEA

HELPPPP

CLARA PLS

CLARA

CLARA ITS A TRAP YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN

alr miss sugar plum u can go die actually

Omg the mouse

Oh look they're in the dungeon

Help not her yelling at captain like he didn't nothing to you 😭😭

HELP WAIT HE ACTUALLY HAS A NAME????

Phillip omg

Guys no I need another snack to deal with this women absolutely not

Okie I got some chocolates we're good now

Bro I still have like 33 minutes left in this movie

Thank god she's actually calling him by his name now

HELP PHILLIP AND THE MOUSE ARE SO FUNNY

Oh damn careful there CLARA

Hun ur dress is ummm a bit dirty...

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE ADS.

guys we pay for Disney + and we still have ads what the fuck. This is bigotry at it's worst

Poor mother ginger her face is fucking cracked bro

YES KNOCK OVER THOSE SOLDIERS

SHOOT.

CLARA RUN

oh boy

YES CLARA FIGHT THOSE TOY SOLDIERS

if any of y'all hurt phillip I will be coming after u

Omg mouse tower yes we love them

I HATE SUGAR PLUM SO MUCH

CLARA PLS

CLARA FIGURE SMTH OUT

PHILLIP IF U DIE ISTG

SUGAR PLUM BRO LITERALLY JUST UGHHHH

die.

NO NO NO NO

OMG NO

HAHAHA

OMG YES

damn she's a doll now

I don't feel bad

If phillip and clara kiss I'mma cry

Omg we love the mouse and phillip

Oh dear

No. No no no

DON'T YOU DARE

Oh damn actually that's crazy

Omg the one movie where the girl and the guy who are friends don't actually have to kiss at the end thank god

Bro did a double take when her dad said I'm sorry

The father daughter relationship between them is crazy 😐 (im envious. I don't have a good relationship like that w either of my parents)

Damn the movie's over

#the nutcracker #the nutcracker and the four realms #clara stahlbaum #? i think

[tmnt-fun]

Ha! Get adopted Suckers(Part 2)

Here is the second part! :D

Finally, after a bit of walking, they got to where the Mud Dogs were going to be staying for a while. Raph slowly sets the, almost asleep, Malicious Mickey down on the couch and tugs a blanket over him then looks at the other two, “Alright you two, you'll be staying here until I'm sure that you guys won't do anything to my brothers. I wouldn't suggest trying to leave, Donnie set up a few cameras and I will find out if you try to go” he said, while he was taking off their cuffs.

Loathsome Leonard makes a tsh sound and walks over falling back into the other chair putting his arms behind his head and shutting his eyes. “So one prison cell to another, peachy.” Dastardly Danny looks at Raph, then turns his head away huffing softly, and goes to sit down too.

Even if he respected that he was trying to help them, Dastardly Danny did not like the red turtle. Backstabber.

A damn liar.

“So how old are you even?” Loathsome Leonard asks, looking over at the turtle, squinting a little at him. He figured maybe around the same age as them. They're all 24ish.

Raph makes a small oh sound then rubs at his neck, with that dumb little nervous grin he gets when he was, of course, nervous, “I'm 18.”

Dastardly Danny blinks at that and turns his head to look at him, Loathsome Leonard doing the same, “Wait you're only 18?” he looks down, doing the math on his fingers then puts his hands down onto the table he was sitting in front of, “That means you were only 15?!”

Malicious Mickey got startled awake, sitting up which causes him to shock the couch and he looks around, then rubs at his eyes with his flippers, “Why are we shouting?” He wanted to be part of it!

“This boy was only 15 when we first met em!” Dastardly Danny points at Raph who was now... feeling a little uncomfortable? Why did that matter? He looks around, poking his fingers together.

Malicious Mickey blinks at that and sits up, looking at Raph, “You were only 15? Dude! That's crazy. We almost killed you” Loathsome Leonard puts his hand on the side of his head. Damn man...

Raph laughs at that and scratches at his cheek, “Yeah, don't worry, you guys aren't the first ones to try to do that. Me and my brothers have almost been killed like... a lot” He waves his hand. “Course I'll always protect them, I'm the oldest out of us.”

That didn't make any of them feel any better...

Loathsome Leonard looks over, squinting, and asks, “When was the last time?”

Raph's eyes widen a little, opens his mouth, then shuts it again and turns his head away. He reaches up to mess with his mask tails a little then turns, and starts to walk, “I'm going to go get ya some food”

The three of them look at each other, all frowning at that. They were criminals and all, but they wouldn't kill a dang kid. “When do you guys think the last time was?” Malicious Mickey asks.

“Well, Malicious Mickey, from the fact that he messed with his mask, I'mma say whatever caused him to have that pink eye of his.” Dastardly Danny says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No way guys, we are not gonna start feeling bad for this little shit. Remember what he did” Loathsome Leonard says, moving his arms to form an X over his chest, shaking his head. “I don't care that he got us outta that place, we would have gotten out ourselves”

The other two shrug at that, and Malicious Mickey says, “But he's helping us now. You guys shoulda felt the way his arms feel holding you” He moves his flippers around himself, like he was hugging himself, smiling, “It felt like a blanket”

“Ah shut up Malicious Mickey” Dastardly Danny huffs softly, turning his head away and sinking down in the chair. He felt... weird. He wanted to be mad at the red turtle, and he was! Just... not as bad as before.

He sorta understood why Raph lied to them, now that he thought about it. He got mistaken as someone that he wasn't, they were criminals; of course anyone would be freaked out and do anything to not get their butts beat.

That didn't make it a better thing to do, but it did allow him to realize WHY he did it.

The Mud Dogs looked up when Raph comes back in, holding a tray smiling. “I got something my brother made, Mikey's the best cook. I think you guys would like it” he sets the tray down onto the table. His tail was swaying which Loathsome Leonard paid attention to.

Ha... weirdo.

“Oh sweet!” Malicious Mickey leans over to look in the tray, sniffing “Guys this smells awesome” Raph cuts some out, and puts it on a plate, then onto Malicious Mickey's lap “Here, help yourself. You guys can have as much as you want and if you want more, just tell me”

Dastardly Danny lets out a hum and reaches over to cut himself some, taking a bite and his own tail did a little bit of shifting. Hey, come on, they've been criminals! They don't exactly eat very well.

And this was REALLY good... cheesy.

Loathsome Leonard looks away, huffing softly, “Ain't hungry” he pulls one of his knees up to his chest. Was he being a bit of a brat? Maybe a little. He was still angry. Yeah, the guy was a teen but still lied.

Malicious Mickey rolls his eyes and shoves the piece into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out making little happy sounds. Should he try to take smaller bites? Maybe, but no. No, he didn't think that he would.

“Not eating isn't going to show anyone that you're 'cooler' or anything Loathsome Leonard, it's just gonna make you grouchy so stop being petty and eat your meal,” Dastardly Danny says with a roll of his eyes. Raph went off to message his brothers, telling them that everything seemed to be going well.

He didn't tell them the... whole story, and they weren't really sure if it would be a good idea, but they couldn't say no to their leader... even more when Raph almost cried.

Weird...

Loathsome Leonard huffs but grumbles under his breath and gets himself a plate, taking a small bite then another bigger one.

Dastardly Danny gave him a knowing smirk which Loathsome Leonard turns away from to try to ignore it. Malicious Mickey giggles a little cause hey, that was silly.

“So... how long are we going to be staying here guys?” Malicious Mickey asks, looking at the other two after he swallowed and started to get another piece.

Loathsome Leonard shrugs his shoulders, “Not forever, but most likely a bit. We got a warm place to stay, an idiot taking care of us, and free food.” He leans back in the chair, putting his feet up onto the table and moving his arm behind his head, “Why wouldn't we stay for at least a little” Malicious Mickey smiles, clapping his flippers together then shoves the piece into his mouth again.

Dastardly Danny gave him a look then shakes his head and leans back to continue eating his.

How could this go wrong?

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise raph #Malicious Mickey #Loathsome Leonard #Dastardly Danny #Mud Dogs #Chapter 2 #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Fics #Fic #Fanfics #I hope you guys like it #I'm having a lot of fun writing these #Third chapter would most likely come out tomorrow #ROTTMNT Fanfic #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fic #rottmnt au

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1157: Early Surprise Gifts (SSBU X River City Girls X Bayonetta)

7:45 p.m. at the New Donk City's Glorious Hotel Room......

Dark Pit: (Let's Out a Bit of a Heavily Sigh While Laying Down on his Bed)

Yoshi: (Sits Down on the Edge of his Bed) What got you so down today? Did Christmas Fanatic Duo got to you again?

Dark Pit: No, not yet surprisingly. Its Misako and Kyoko....I think I'm starting to miss them already.

Yoshi: That quickly, huh? You could always try and video chat them.

Dark Pit: Yeah, but....it won't feel like the same really. Plus, those chatting apps drains my tablet's battery more quicker than usual nowadays, so I'm not even gonna bother trying at this point.

Yoshi notices Misako and Kyoko sneaking inside their room, the latter happily waving at him and the former silently telling him to keep quiet before hiding both sides of their boyfriend's bed.

Yoshi: (Snickers a Teensy Bit) Yeah, that's a....('Clears Throat') Real travesty alright, I'll tell you what.

Dark Pit: ('Scoffs') Please. It's not that big of a deal. I could always text them on daily, maybe even make two snowmen of them whenever we do get snow around here.

?????: (Climbs Up on One Side of the Bed) Or we could just chill and cuddle for a while~

??????: (Climbs Up on the Other Side of the Bed Holding Up a Mistletoe in the Air) Maybe have a little Mistletoe action in between~

Dark Pit: Yeah, I guess that cou- (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened) W-W-WAIT A MINUTE! (Turns to One Side) Misako!? (Turns to the Other Side) Kyoko!? You actually here right now!?

Misako: (Forms a Cheeky Grin on her Face) We're laying right next to you, aren't we?~

Kyoko: (Happily Hugs Her Boyfriend) And you're gonna be stuck with us for the rest of the month, so you better get used to it~ (Gives Pitto Five Kisses on the Cheek)

Dark Pit: (Hears Yoshi Chuckling Before Turning Back to Him) You knew they were here this whole time?

Yoshi: (Casually Shrugs) Only when they sneaked their way in here, which kinda makes me wonder how they made in the city in first place honestly.

Dark Pit: (Looks Back and Forth at his Girlfriends) Yeah how DID you two get here exactly?

?????: You can thank me for that.

Pitto and Yoshi turns to see the Fallen Angel, Rodin standing, laying his back on the side of the doorway, taking a smoke on his cigar.

Dark Pit: Uncle Rodin? You're the one who brought them here?

Rodin: Yep. (Designate the Cigar to Ashes into Thin Air Before Walking in the Room) These two ladies 0f yours are accompany me on this family vacation of yours. They happened to bumped into me after I left that long ass line behind.

Kyoko: (Smiles Brightly) He was so kind of us to take us with him through that cool looking portal of his!~

Yoshi: How did you girls managed to convinced him to go with him?

Misako: Oh we has our ways.

Flashback

Misako and Kyoko were already on their knees begging Rodin to take them with him outside of the airport. It wasn't until he uses his dark manipulation powers to make both their mouths disappear, shutting them up completely

Rodin: Now, I'mma bring back both your lips. And when do thar, I want y'all CALMLY give me one good reason why should I take ypu with me. Got it?

Misako amd Kyoko nodded in agreement as both their mouths reappear on their faces. They take their very deep breaths before screaming out......

Misako/Kyoko: WE MISS OUR BOYFRIEND HORRIBLY!!!~

End of Flashback

Dark Pit: (Chuckles Lightly) You guys couldn't even last a day without crying out for me, huh?

Misako: (Glares at her Boyfriend) Hey, at least we weren't sulking enough to think about building snow versions of us!

Dark Pit: Yeah, but I wasn't the one begging on my knees, now was iI?

Misako: BITCH, I-

Both Pitto and Misako's mouths suddenly disappears off of both of their faces as they turn to their culprit in front of them.

Rodin: 'Ey, I didn't come all the way here just to hear you two bitching at one another all dauly, so chill out with that for a second, alright?

The two thirds of the trio couple nodded in agreement as their mouths reappear in their faces.

Dark Pit: (Sighs Before Turning to Misako) Sorry for laughing, Misako.

Misako: ('Sigh') It's fine. Sorry too. (Smiles a Bit) It's sweet that you're thinking about us.

Dark Pit: (Smiles Back) Ditto. I missed you guys.

Misako: We missed you too, dummy~ (Gives Pitto a Peck on the Lips)

Kyoko: (Pouts at Two of her Romantic Partners) Heyyy!~ I want some of your kisses too!~

Misako: (Sighs Before Getting Herself Up From the Bed) Alright. Scooch over, both of you. We're making ourselves a Kyoko sandwich tonight.

Dark Pit: (Shrugs) Fine by me. (Scooches himself Over to Side of the Bed)

Kyoko: (Happily Squeals as She Scooches Over to the Middle)

Misako: (Lays Down on the Other Side of the Bed Before Her and Pitto Gives Their Girlfriend The Kisses She Deserves) There.

Dark Pit: Happy, 'hon?

Kyoko: (Giggles Softly While Hugging Both her Partners) Absolutely!~

Yoshi: With that overly cuteness aside....(Turns to Rodin) Who's gonna watch your bar now that your here? Uncle Enzo?

Rodin: ('Tch') Please. I don't trust that fool to handle his own liquor let alone look over the entirety of my hard working establishment. No, I let one of my demon summons, Astral, take over from there. (Shows the Kids Pictures of the Big Demon in Question, Showing Off It's Vicious Manner) 'Been a powerhouse of a player for as long as I can remember creating him.

Yoshi: (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened at What Catches his Attention) Woahwoahwoahwoah, stop at that picture right there!

Rodin: (Stops Swiping Before Showing the Picture to Yoshi) Here?

Yoshi: Yeah, yeah. (Points at a Picture of a Rodin Hoding a Fiery Looking Nunchucks on the Phone Screen) What....are those!?

Rodin: One of my newest creations thus far: The Flambegé Nunchucku. An inferno dual wielding chuka sticks destructive enough to blitz through any gut wrenching demons that dares to stand in the way of the wielder. An expert of martial arts if you will.

Yoshi: How much it cost? I'll pay you anything!

Dark Pit: (Turns to Yoshi) Dude, you already have nunchucks at home.

Yoshi: (Turns to Dark Pit) Yeah, but this looks rad as all hell!

Rodin: And it's expensive as all hell. (Put his Phone Back Inside his Coat Pocket) I don't think any amount of allowance will be enough for you to pay off.

Yoshi: (Snaps his Fingers in Disappointment) ('Snap') Dangit!

Rodin: But i have yet to see any potential consumers on the other side interested in the product just yet, so I'll you have a test run or two in the near future, after you ask your parents first.

Yoshi: (Pumps His Fists Down in Excitement) Yes! (Smiles Brightly at the Fallen Angel) Thank you, Uncle Rodin.

Dark Pit: (Turns Back to Rodin) Yeah, thanks reuniting with my girlfriends, Uncle. I really appericate it.

Kyoko: You're the best!~

Misako: (Happily Nodded in Agreement)

Rodin: Yeah, yeah, it ain't nothin'. Just don't get in too much trouble, ya hear? Your mother will try and go for my neck if anything happens to any of y'all.

Dark Pit: Goddess or Witch

Rodin: Goddess. Although your witch momma ain't someone to tussle with either. But if y'all need me, I'll be out in the night, see what this New Donk City has to offer. Adios for now. (Teleports Himself Out the Room)

Dark Pit: Later, Uncle Rodin.

Kyoko: Byeeee!~

Misako: (Turns to Pitto Before Letting Out a Relax Yawn) Alright, loser!~ We probably have the whole evening to ourselves, so what we're gonna do first?

Dark Pit: Rudolph's suppose to be one in a few minutes, so....

Misako: (Turns to Pitto with Widened Eyes Along with the Others) Wait. YOU?

Kyoko: Wanted to watch a Christmas Special?

Yoshi: (Raises an Eyebrow) You SURE Pit and Sora hasn't gotten you into Christmas spirit yet?

Dark Pit: Yes, I'm sure! Those idiots have nothing on me. (Turns Away While Rubbing the Back of his Head) I just thought a story about some dumb reindeer is worth watching for a half an hour or two is all.....

Yoshi/Misako/Kyoko: (Stares at Pitto Unconvinced) Uh-huh. Sure.

@cyber-wildcat

@ma-lemons

@albion-93

@caleb13frede

@bestpony666

@ink-correctsmashbrosbloo

#super smash ultimate #river city girls #bayonetta (series) #dark pit #yoshi #misako #kyoko #rodin #enzo (mentioned) #reuion #cute romance #humor #fluff #rodin is beat uncle #christmas month #new donk city adventures #dark pit x misako x kyoko

[blossomxlush]

hehehe back at it again

Alright so the origin for this story (I have no idea why I said origin) was that I really wanted to see someone write an izuru Kamakura x reader story where reader was like yumemi yumemite (best girl) from kakeguri only to come to the sad realization.. nobody wrote a story like that So im becoming my dream and writing it for myself (and all my other lovely izuru simps) (tell me why I wrote Simps and it auto corrected to Simpsonville..) Anyways I'mma shut up now with the boring origin and get on with the story 😚 (damnit I said origin again - modhiyoko after finishing the story)

Izuru Kamakura with a S/O that's like yumemi yumemite

p. s this is so long I almost fell asleep before finishing it

another p. s I'm so sorry for my masculine readers but the reader for today's story is female Sorry!

okay so for this we know that you are the shsl popstar (aka super high school level popstar)

(I added that because my idiotic self didn't know what shsl meant until a few months ago)

also rl quick I'mma define who yumemi yumemite is rl quick

(IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED KAKEGURI YET THERE ARE SPOILERS)

Yumemi yumemite is a popstar who only became a popstar because it was supposed to be a temporary hold until she became an actress but she realized that she went places she never thought she would have gone before by being a popstar (she actually said that in one episode) She realized that playing this character was really fun and worth much more then she thought she did hate her fans but even after getting exposed her fans still loved her but she has anger issues either way (like me 😘) so basically she's a batshit crazy popstar and you either love her or hate her because she's a Psycho but adorable (hope that explains it)

okay now I'm actually gonna start with the head cannons

(BTW this is all from my perspective and what I think would happen it's probably a little fannon instead of cannon

Starting off I'll say this everytime you were very interesting to him

on how you could hold up the sweet act for so long in front of a person who disgusts you

how you could fool everyone into thinking that you loved them when you absolutely loathed them

that caught his attention

what also caught his attention was your adorableness

but he could also perfectly see through all of that adorableness was anger and something not so sweet

(a lot of this next part is based off of the episode where yumemi goes up against her icon yukizome in a gamble)

he was for once surprised on how you would have the courage to break your own finger for an act

just to win a gamble

he was truly mesmerized by you

now this is relationship hcs

your anger issues where not a problem for him

he is very patient and is amazing at calming you down

(when she gets mad she litterly flips over tables in her dressing room)

so if you made a mess like this after helping you calm down like he would cuddle you and play with your hair of gently kiss you and bring you somewhere more quiet and alone (probably his dorm or something)

he would help you calm down more there

but he would refuse to leave you alone

he won't leave until your calm because he doesn't want you to go through something like that alone

and after your calmed down he would go back and help put every thing back in its place

if you tried to apologize for acting up

he would immediately shut it down and reassure you it's alright and not your fault for getting angered easily

also if your having trouble with stalker or creepy fans you got a bodyguard by your side

all in all this man loves you very much whether or not your a pretty little Psycho

I got one last little thingy for y'all hehe

am I going to tell you what it is NOPE it's a surprise one shot

(here's a hint if your a girl who loves flowers you'll love this oneshot)

One of yours shows was about to start and you where a nervous wreck why? because this is the first show your boyfriend izuru Kamakura was going to be at but even through all that nervousness you stepped on that stage ready to perform this wasn't a gamble show just one of your usual concerts but you were even more nervous about this rather then your gambles

but your going to give it your all

after the show

Hearing all of the people in the audience giving their applause you gave a bow and said your usual thanks for everyone coming walking into your dressing room you got a text from your boyfriend izuru Kamakura

izuru: I have something for you

you: oh?.. what is it?

just then you heard a knock on your dressing room door your assistant offered to get it but you did instead you open it to find izuru Kamakura standing outside your door holding something

you were very nervous on his thoughts on the show but you were still curious about what he had for you

hello ízuru you smiled at him walking out the dressing room closing the door behind you

he didn't reply but he did hand you something

a bouquet of [insert favorite flowers]

you blushed at it then looked up him

he then spoke softly "I got these because there not only as beautiful as you but now I realized their also beautiful like your singing"

you were about to say something before he continued

"don't doubt if when I say you truly are beautiful and might I say adorable when you smile after your performance how you are so full of energy on stage how you don't fail to thank everyone for being there... it's seems I have found myself falling more and more Inlove with you each time you show me a new side of you" he said then smiled a bit before placing a kiss on your lips

i-izuru you said tumbling your words not being able to even tell if you were still awake

you felt like you were going to collapse or melt from all the sweetness

he pulled you into a hug once he noticed your blushing form leaning forward

"don't faint dear" he chuckled

I can't it's to sweet you replied

"you think this is sweet I'm just merely showing the surface of sweetness because -" he cut off before leaning down to whisper in your ear before continuing

"I have a lot more sweetness saved for you later tonight"

EEEEEEEK I hope this was a good enough make up for the last story I half assed.

who wants a NSFW part two? just me? alright 🥲

stay spooky-modhiyoko

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #animecore #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #anime icons

[bradenthompson]

Shut Up, Spit Boy

"Apologies for making y'all do this again, but--and I'm sure Collie told you the same thing I'mma tell you now--remember: talking about it makes the pain go away. Right? Can we do another quick Pain Check on all y'all? Starting at the front, going back? You. Lewis? Lewis. One to ten, where you ranking your pain this week?"

"Six."

"Six, okay, so... clipboard's saying we improved, from last week. When Collie asked you the same question, you said eight. We're feeling better? Cool! Alright, and... Marianne?"

"Uh... maybe a seven?"

"Alright, maybe--"

"No! Six and a half."

"Algorithm doesn't take kindly to decimals, so let's just round down to six. Six sound good? Cool. Tony?"

"Four."

"Christopher?"

"It's Topher, actually. Five. Let's go five."

"We're going five. Emily?"

"Nine."

"Steady with the nine, I see, alright. And remember, you can define pain however you want. Whatever definition feels right. Emotional pain, mental pain--your pills from last week should've dealt with the physical pain but if not go talk to Dr. Paq outside. Please.

"Di... Diego, here you are. Pain?"

"Ten."

Diego picked ten because he was curious. Maximum pain, two weeks in a row. Maybe they'd move him to a different class. A morning class, ideally. It's week two of HRP reorientation, week three of being here, and he's still nursing some titanic jet lag. Coffee hasn't helped and that's really saying something, because it's about twenty times stronger than it used to be. Even the Not-Fee kiosk in the shopping block, a walk-up café proudly selling coffee-flavored milk, is tough enough to give a Cuban pause. And Diego can say that.

Before getting here, he had dunked his fourth Not-Fee of the day in the trash burner outside. Sign says not to dispose plastics but nobody saw. And sure, the fan outside is an intake and the classroom is starting to smell awful chemical-like, but they can't trace that to him. Surely. Those Not-Fees aren't cheap but Diego hasn't the experience to know how far he should be stretching these monthly stimuli. Sure feels like a decent chunk of change. Fourteen hundred dollars? Whew. Righteous bucks. He wasn't making that kind of money--

"Earth to Diego," the substitute instructor snaps. "Still feeling dilated?"

"I don't know what that means."

"How about jet lag?"

"Ohh, yeah, yeah."

"It passes," the sub assures him, "and I'm sure your friends here are just as turned around. Would it make you feel better if you knew why?"

Diego burps. Tastes like milk. "Shoot."

"Prevailing theory is air tolerance. Y'all were living in a rice cooker. Even you, Marianne. Now, our air is of an exponentially higher purity. Higher than oxygen can balance naturally. Y'all's brains have never drank something this clear. It's good for you! But the lack of those comfortable pollutants will take some getting used to; raise your hand if you've been getting headaches."

Every hand goes up.

"Ah. Thought to. Dr. Paq will have another pill for you. I'll have him slip it in y'all's takeaway bags. Okay... who did we leave off on? Diego? No, you're the ten. So then it's Thomas..."

Diego stops listening to the answers. He doesn't think anyone else said ten, though. So either they're liars or aren't trying to stress test the system. One guy rated his pain at a zero. If the goal is getting out of these classes, maybe Diego should've tried that.

"... Other things the body experiences, following the big wakey-wakey," the sub transitions. "Headaches. Diego's jet lag. What else, what else? How's everyone been feeling?"

There's a hesitation, but Thomas, sitting to Diego's right, raises a hand. "My leg's been falling asleep like four times a day."

"Vascular hiccups, yeah, that happens. Your bodies have just gone through a factory reset of sorts. Or maybe something closer to the 'system updates' y'all's smartphones would sometimes do. If I have the terminology right. Your brain is trying out all your motor functions. Making sure everything still works. Now this is one of the more embarrassing ones, I know... involuntary erections, anyone?"

That had, in fact, happened to Diego a few times. Not that he'd say so here.

"Some multilinguists find themselves locked to one language. Real pain if it's not their first. Anyone here got a second language kicking around in their head? Y'know, most people these days don't bother. Schools stopped offering language programs around the time translation buds climbed to version 2.0, 3.0--"

"I speak French!" Emily says, raising her hand and not waiting to be called on.

"Emily speaks French!" The sub repeats, delighted. "That's a skill, now, y'know. Back in... oops!" He braces his desk and waggles a finger. "Almost slipped up, there. We gotta be super careful what y'all learn and what order y'all learn it in. Buddy of mine? Couple of months ago? Told a orientee from Vietnam what had been going on in his country during his Interim. Full-blown panic attack, right in his seat. Nasty stuff, huh?"

Beat.

"Like a coma patient," Thomas suggests, slouched in his seat.

"... Like a coma patient! Y'know, the backbone of HRP rehabilitation is based on coma studies. Talk about an eradicated... anyone here been in a coma? For real?"

No hands. Nobody's been in a coma.

"Well! What we do nowadays is more or less what we did with y'all. If odds are slim the patient won't wake up in forty-eight, seventy-two hours, the doctors will just end the life and reset the ticker. Good as new!"

"...Moving along," the sub moves along. "Y'all are here to talk about your feelings. Ultimately. A little twee, I know, but we have the psych results. Doctors need to know how y'all are taking this in, so they know how to most comfortably transition you back into society. Make sense? We're really just here to talk. You'll notice the only homework is making note of these things--"

Surprising himself, Diego raises a hand.

"Diego! Yes. What's up, man?" The sub folds his legs and rests his clipboard on his awkwardly sticking knee. He licks his lips? Okay.

Diego says, "doctors told me not to tell people where my sample came from."

The sub chews on this for just a second. "Your doctor may have been giving that as social advice, not... sociologically--look, Diego, I think he was just looking out for you."

"Looking out for me how?"

"DNA constructs are sourced from a lot of places. They have to. Any sample is ample. That's the phrase, internally. That said, I know there's some... trace bullying, over where some people come from."

"Where you from?" Thomas says so faintly Diego thinks he's trying to whisper.

"Hm?"

"How bad is it?"

"I didn't think it was bad; doctor just told--"

Thomas make himself laugh before it's said: "Are you a semen sample?"

Diego hesitates. "... Everybody's a semen sample, dipshit."

"Okay, okay, let's take it down," the sub insists, wafting his clipboard at the negative energy. "Everyone like you comes from something. It really just depends on what's available. The majority are blood; really I think it's quite special to come from anything else."

"What's the second one?" Thomas asks. Trying to gauge whether he's one to talk, Diego thinks.

"Second is bone marrow, followed closely by teeth. Fourth and fifth are hair and skin cells respectively. I forget what's after that but blood is numero uno. Do we wanna talk about our DNA source? I say we--I have none but my parents. Lewis?"

"Doctor says it was blood."

"Common one, blood, like I said, and Maria--"

"Also blood."

"Also blood!" Chris, did your--"

"Topher. Also blood."

"How about raise your hand if you weren't blood."

Just Diego and Thomas, it seems. The LED lights in the ceiling don't have that same maddening buzz as fluorescents, but they may as well. He hates being looked at, Diego. Always did, as it pertains to classrooms--an environment he thought he was good and done with the moment he walked the high school podium. Adult bodies aren't built for these desks with the little tables coming off the side. He tries leaning back further and the weird rubber-plastic seat bends against his weight.

"Are either of you comfortable with saying what it was?" The sub asks.

"Well, my family's got a tomb," Thomas says. "So I guess they got me and--"

A tomb? Diego stops listening immediately so he can laugh in his head. Didn't realize he was sitting next to Khnum Khufu II. Who the fuck's got tombs? Is a family tomb the budget model, or should Diego take this to mean Thomas is even further up his own ass than he thought? Oh, those resurrection scientists had their pick of DNA samples, in his case.

"Interesting story," the sub claps his hands. "I'm sure where they got you wasn't that bad, Diego."

He swallows. "Spit."

"... Saliva!" Unclear if the sub's enthusiasm is that same plastic nicety he's been working all night or genuine interest. "That's a rare one, dude. Saliva's one of the first things a body loses. Buddy of mine says his brother..."

But Diego can't listen to this little apropos with Thomas leaning over and snickering "Bro came from spit."

So it's true. He will get bullied.

The story he told the group last week, when for some reason how did you die was the first order of business, should've made his spit origin logical. Why would anything but spit be left? He was mangled. Any blood they could've taken was running down Interstate 5 long before a paramedic could slide through with a Q-tip. How they saved his spit, well, he has a theory.

"... But enough about me, huh?" The sub is still saying. "I'm gonna ask you an easy question, and maybe after that we'll be ready for one of these harder ones. Everyone ready? Okay. Who was President of the United States when you first entered your Interim?"

Awful cagey about the dying thing, Diego thinks. The moment they died to now is a stretch of time everyone's been calling their "Interim." And while Diego recognizes that word from UFC fights, he doesn't have a definition handy. Now that he thinks about it, he hasn't heard anyone but his classmates even approach saying "death" or "died." A naughty word? Does he dare raise his hand and ask?

Thinking all this, Diego misses the president Lewis names. Hope they aren't quizzed on each other.

Quite proudly, on her turn Marianne answers "John F. Kennedy."

JFK? What, was she in the other seat? Diego certainly thinks this but thinks better of saying it. Out loud, at least. He must have said it under his breath since Thomas breathes out a snicker.

"Obama," he hears Christopher answer, but the sub's comment on this is interrupted by Diego raising his hand.

"Uh, yes? Diego?"

Shit. He forgets what he was about to ask. Something about... dying? He still can't remember what that question was, but his brain substitutes a thought he had yesterday.

"Sorry, just--just had a thought. Maybe you know. So... y'know, when you hear about serial killers and like shooters or whatever, when they go to prison the judge gives them five life sentences, nine life sentences. Now do those guys actually--"

"Actually have to serve five life sentences?" The sub finishes. "Technically true, but it's a little complicated. As I understand it works, a 'life sentence' has been capped at thirty years. In y'all's first time I believe it was somewhere close. So three life sentences? Ninety years."

"So like," Thomas rebounds, "you can't just go and kill yourself three times? Do they stop reviving you?"

"Actually, the state has an obligation to resurrect all citizens in custody. Can't skate the rules."

Resurrect. Always that word, too. All the way down to the name: Human Resurrection Project. He's also been saying revive, and he's always corrected.

Oh, right, that's what he was gonna ask.

"Why do you keep saying Interim?" Diego blurts.

The sub looks up from Emily. "Sorry?"

"Just, sorry, it's... we died, right?"

This sub is choosing his words carefully. "Your lives did end for an extended period," he obfuscates. "Our term for the point in time this happened to your first resurrection is what's called your Interim."

"I get that part, I was just like... curious--does anybody die?"

"None of you are jonesing to go back, yeah?"

No one raises their hand, but no one's consciously keeping it down, either.

"Might be too daredevil of me to tell y'all this now, because I don't think you should be running off to... here's the hard facts: yes, you can opt out of immediate resurrection. Plenty of people do! Or they have conditions where they would be resurrected."

Now it's Topher asking, "what do they mean by immediate resurrection?"

"Everybody's DNA sample is still kept in archive," the sub just comes out with, "regardless of their willingness to expire and stay expired."

That's the other word. Expire.

"If you'll allow me to argue in a direction you may not be hot towards," the sub says, "I think y'all have taken your first steps into a life truly worth living. Here's that hard question: raise a hand if, when you're life ended... there was ever a moment you were ready."

Maybe four out of nine hands go up. Diego's stays down.

"Collie's notes here say Lewis, Marianne, and Tony were natural causes. Christopher, Emily... Roger and Mark in the back, you were illnesses. Were, to make myself clear. Strong as an ox now, huh? Okay! So it's Thomas and Diego over there: accident. Both of you had your hands down?"

This is true.

"Cool! Or not cool? It's the past. They say y'all's cases have the hardest times adjusting to The Now. Logically we'd assume it's the ones who accepted their expiration, only to have that acceptance nullified by resurrection, that have the most difficulty... moving on, to use that old phrase. But the data favors the case of you two. Did it feel like a dream?"

Neither of the boys vocalize this, but it did feel like a dream. Nodding off on the surgery table.

"You went to sleep. Woke up. Centuries had passed. Quite the culture shock. Question for the accepters in here: did you think you were in heaven?"

Only Marianne did, it seems.

"What y'all have in common was the now outdated idea that, in the moment you expired, all this was over. What I want you to think about now, in these next few weeks, is your purpose. We can understand why the slow march towards oblivion once defined y'all's motivations--or lack thereof--in the same way we can understand why older people thought illness was divine punishment. But you're sticking around. As long as you want. What's your calling? You have nothing but time, and that is the blessing of science."

Roger asks if his parents are, or were, gonna be resurrected. The sub says it depends on available samples. But he should submit a query to the HRP archives department. Open twenty-four hours. Like everything.

Frosty was there to give Diego a ride back, like she only half-promised to. Depended on when her own re-orientation got out. It didn't take long to spy her rental car in the white LED parking lot, no. What took long was exchanging contacts with Thomas. QR codes were a lot faster, Diego thinks. Now you take a picture of someone's face which is cross-referenced with the citizen databanks. From there he had Thomas' phone number, which looked wrong until Diego remembered those are seventeen digits now.

Oh, awesome, Diego thinks, walking to Frosty's car and waving which she doesn't look up to see. Frosty managed to buy one of those FFreshh bars. He was over the moon when he saw disposable vapes had made their way to vending machines. Buying one was too cumbersome, however, and he was slightly embarrassed to have a small line form behind him while he was just trying to start buying one. Something about flavor profile matching and paying through a retina scan. Too much. If he sees one on the way back to the blocks maybe he'll ask Frosty to stop the car.

"What flavor did it give you?" he asks instead of saying hi.

Frosty rolls it in her hand like a coin. Flat enough for it. "Strawberry Daiquiri."

"Bum a smoke?"

"Oh, I dunno, buddy. Who knows what happens if you taste outside of your flavor profile."

They laugh. Diego is so happy she laughs, still.

Holy shit it does taste like a Daquiri. Eerily so. On some Wonka shit. Even has that throat burn under the menthol chill. But holy fuck he wants to cough. Working on several-hundred years without nicotine. Jumping into the deep end of this era's definition of tolerance just hurts. He swallows the pain. Bitch move, coughing around girls.

"They laughed about you in my class," Frosty admits. "Speaking of."

Diego says "Laughed at what?" and passes off his much needed cough like he's got allergies or something.

"Okay, so somebody asked about their parents--"

"Yeah, yeah, if they're gonna... same thing with mine. Sorry. Cut you off."

She snaps the vape back. "I said they were able to save my boyfriend."

"What's the funny part."

"How they did it. You know."

He does know. That theory of his. He was dead instantly. Frosty hung on for another hour or so before the fates took her away--of course before whatever the fuck the fates are doing now. Sad thing is she couldn't be identified by face. The pathologists had to cross reference her teeth with dental records. Good news is they got a match. Weird news is some of the saliva they collected for that careful DNA double-check wasn't hers.

Diego. Here but for the grace of Frosty's mouth.

"Should I thank you?" he wonders out loud.

"You did. Last Sunday."

Oh, yeah. Alcohol's stronger now.

"They said I'd get bullied," Diego says. "New guy. I had a sub this week."

Frosty doesn't keep that thread going. "I dunno if they got my parents," she breathes. "Do you know?"

"About mine? No, no. Doctors said they brought my cousin back like three months ago but I haven't seen him."

"I asked," Frosty says, taking another hit, "about my family," a half-octave down, "but they said I'm the first one."

"I heard getting people who were cremated is the hardest. So that rules out most of mine."

They lean against the car in no hurry back. What's there to be afraid of, in this genre of empty parking lot? Murder? Pssh. Thanks for the nap, maniac.

"Same," Frosty says. "Easy ones first. Guess it makes sense."

"Help me find the irony in this," Frosty breaks the silence. "We die, and... but we're the ones who... Y'know."

"Yeah, yeah," Diego says even though he doesn't. "What are your plans after they let us stop doing these?"

"I dunno, what are yours?"

"My only plan between these is taking walks and drinking those Not-Fees. Have you had one?"

"I can't enjoy walks. Too many ads." She points out to the horizon, to an orange glow on the hills like a TV in a dark room. "I'm sorry, you said Not-Fee?"

"It's like this milk thing. You'd like it."

"Ugh," she belches. "Literally, what is with all the milk. Milk tea? I get it. Straight milk? Who drinks tall glasses of milk?"

"You gotta try one. And I wanna try getting one of those FFreshh bars again. Mind if we swing past the mall on the way back?"

"Shopping block," she corrects him. "But sure."

It's something approaching uncomfortable, how smooth the roads are. And the alarmingly white street lamps, instead of that hypnotic yellow-orange you'd want from a late night freeway. They had decided without it being said that Frosty's the new driver.

#writing #writeblr #my writing #writers #short story #writers on tumblr #bookblr #science fiction #literature

[queerlilchinchin]

ALRIGHT

I'mma shut up for now and practice the artwork for the comic that I **STILL** plan to draw -

Fuck you, Negativity or however I worded the title x'D

I'm getting a bit tired so maybe working on something offline will help me get the rest of the way tired.

Ciao for now, friends! Hopefully you won't hear from me again (unless I decide to upload some of the practice art)

[glygriffe]

I can't stand to fly

@sicktember 2022 prompt 11: Emergency Room/ Ambulance (Young Sam & Dean Winchester)

Warnings: broken bones and anxiety

Summary: Sam broke his arm playing superheroes. They will reminisce and laugh about it in adulthood, but now, it's no laughing matter. They are NOT superheroes.

Dad went to see Pastor Jim two weeks ago. He brought back my old bike, the one Pastor Jim had got for me a long time ago when we stayed with him. It's awesome! It's a little rusty and I'm now a little too big for it, but I'm not giving it to Sammy yet; he just started kindergarten and it would suck if he had a bike but not me.

There also was a package in the car when Dad came back from Pastor Jim's. A bag from Woolworth. He didn't take it out right away, so it was either hunting stuff or a surprise for us. I was betting on the surprise and I was right! He gave it to us yesterday: it's superhero costumes for Halloween!

The Batman one is too big for Sam, but he really wants it and since I almost rip it when I tried it on, that's his costume. The Superman one is even bigger, anyway, so it could be dangerous for him to wear it.

Today after school, Sammy was so excited about the mask and the cape and the costume... We went into the backyard to play Justice League. I showed Sammy how to crouch like a gargoyle on top of a building the way the real Batman do, to look for bad guys. He was a little afraid to lean too close to the edge when we were on top of the shed at first, but he forgot all about it when we saw the two squirrels squabble for whatever reason.

"Look, Dean, the bad guys are fighting!" He was laughing and jumping around on the roof, not scared anymore.

We went down the ladder to chase the "bad guys". I was fooling around being Superman. I climbed back onto to shed, took the ends of the red cape in my hands, and shouted: "I'm Superman, I can fly!" And I jumped into the mega pile of leaves we made on the side of the shed since the beginning of the month.

Sammy and I had a fit of giggles. It was so much fun!

But then Sammy wanted to fly too, and he jumped from the roof before I could tell him to aim for the pile of leaves.

***

Sammy's shrieking, but the sound is muffled like my ears are stuffed with cotton. It's like, I'm here, but not really. I know I ran to him, but I stopped before getting there. He is on his back, cradling his arm that is bent wrong. I think I'mma throw up.

I know I'm supposed to do something to help him. That's my job. I just don't know what.

I go closer to him and touch his knee to let him know I'm here. I lost my voice again. My throat has gotten all closed up, too tight, and it's hard to breathe.

My baby brother is still crying, but it's more whimpering now, his eyes still shut tight. And he is calling for me. I guess he didn't realize that it's me rubbing his knee, but I know his gonna be alright.

Slowly, the sounds come back to normal. I take a big breath and the air has more space to go down and up my throat. We're gonna be alright.

I move to get to his face and brush his hair away to see him better. Apart from some scratches and bruises, only his arm seems problematic. There's no blood, but I think it's broken. Of course, it's broken. It's already double the size it's supposed to be.

I look at my watch: Dad will not be home before another hour and a half if you're lucky. I was supposed to start supper tonight, but I don't really care about eating right now. I have a plan to help Sam.

My voice is still mostly gone, so I whisper: "It's OK, Sammy. There's nothing to worry about. Will go to the urgent care clinic, like we did last year, remember? The E. R.? When you had a fever?"

I'm not sure he quite understands me, but at least he's looking at me now. He's still in pain, for sure, but he wants to know what is the next thing to do. He's such a smart kid.

"You know what, Sammy? We'll take my bike. I remember the way to the E. R. Clinic, we'll be there in a jiffy."

I make him count to three before helping him get up. He's biting his lips, but he is a trooper. Getting on the bike without hurting his arm is more difficult. The stupid capes are in the way all the time.

We manage to get him on the handlebars and I try to make the ride as smooth as possible. I hear him whimper at each bump in the road. It drives me mad because I don't know how to avoid shaking him every which way as I push hard on the pedals to get to the Urgent care clinic as soon as possible.

To drown out his little cries of pain - I can kick myself for hurting him more but how else am I supposed to get him to the E.R.? -, I start to sing 'Slow Ride'. What do you know? My voice came back for that.

Finally, we're at the admittance desk of the Urgent Care Clinic. They take good care of Sammy and they call all the numbers they had on file from last year to talk to Dad. They ask me to sit in the waiting room. I do, stretching the sleeve of my costume to hide my hands. I wish they had let me stay with Sammy.

I rub my hands in my hair, but the movement stretched the costume funny. It feels wrong. This costume is stupid. I'm not a superhero. I hate flying like Superman. I hate flying.

#sicktember 2022 #sickfic #young winchesters #hurt #Title from the Five For Fighting Song #Superman (It’s Not Easy)

[granski]

Cattywampus

Pilot - Part 2 (Three sandeks walk into a stable)

(Any words that may be unfamiliar to you are briefly explained in the appendix situated at the bottom)

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'What's that, lassie?'  Sneered the witch. With her repulsive, deformed snout, wart-covered nose, and those decaying yellow teeth, and the sickening manner in which she contorted and squirmed her index finger whenever she dared to point at someone, beckoning them to enter the wretched place that was anywhere within a six-foot radius of her, she might as well have been one. Straight out of a storybook, I tells ya!

'I ain't said nuthin'.'

One of the braver little asshats in her class perked up.

'She was sayin' sum, I hears it, Missus!'

'Oh, eat shit, Marty-

'She says sum more jus' now! She tellin' me to eat shi- !'

'An' I'mma shav it right intah that bastard piehole of yours if ya don't shut it right the fork now, you-'

'Mee-sus!'

'Alright, alright-' She tapped her foot-long ruler a few times on her desk. 'Enough roughhousing, you two, we'll sort who's shoving what-where after class-'

'But Missus Halberd- !'

'Marty, we spoke about this already! Last week, remember?'

The boy blinks his bug eyes. Once. Then twice, as his mouth hangs open, devoid of an answer. Heh, lamebrain...

'At the... bring-your-pet-to-Sunday-school day?' He decides to speak up finally. 'When y-you said that... Malinconico didn't count as a pet? And you gave me an F?'

Clearly, that day still hurt deep. Even Shu-Shu could feel bad for him. Almost, but not quite. Get stuffed still for snitchin' on me, Marty!

'Wha-no! That was the week before that! I'm talking about the time when we went over Schmooze 1 to 12, remember? Anyone?'

A hand shot up almost immediately from the desk next to her. Of forkin' course.

'Minnie-Trudy, yes, care to stand and remind us?' She did so unfailingly, like the little stuck-up bootlicker she was. Bleh.

'The Book of Shmooze. Pesuqim three twenty-three:' Her words were blunt, roughly cut, each syllable sung in its own individual pitch. She continues, while Shu-Shu's ears feel like they're about to drop off! "If one doth bear witness to the transgressions of another, he shall not bring forth his report unto the Lord, but rather remain silent. For the eyes of the Almighty doth encompass all things. It is an affront to the divine to point out that which is already within His sight, for it is an act of blasphemy. Thou shalt not be a snitch – for if one snitches, he shall get stiches. End of extract,'

Shu-Shu rolled her eyes so hard that they might've popped out of her head! Everything she says is just so – ugh... perfect. Like - all the time! 

Hah! What a stinkin' nerd! No wonder she's still single!

'Very good, Minnie-Trudy, you can sit down now.' She obeys. Her eyes continue to stare dead ahead at nothing in particular, as much as anyone else would care. All that disgusting ass-kissing made Shu-shu hack. Loudly.

'*Cough!**cough!* - brawn-nozah - *cough!*.'

Some kids around her snickered. Minnie-Trudy only tilted her head curiously, like she wasn't already extremely well-accustomed to this.

Marty, on the other hand, was losing his marbles.

'B-But – that's!' He dared spare her another look.

'Pfffft!' Fortunately for him, blowing a raspberry was all that she had up her sleeve at that moment.

'T-That's n-not fair! Missus, s-she -!'

'Ach, ach, ach, Marty! You're insulting my sight, and by extension God's sight by pointing out Shu-Shu's sin - which is sleeping during my class."

'I ain't been sleepin'!' Said the defendant as she wipes some leftover saliva from the inside of her ear.

'Is that so, huh, lassie? Well, if you weren't sleeping, then pray tell - when The Celibate Merry gave birth to Ajus Kristee, who is not our lord and savior, as Kristian and Katholic propaganda would have you believe, he was brought three gifts. Who were the three people that brought them and why are their gifts important?'

'Uhh...'

Well, that put her in a pickle. How was she suppose to know this one? Crap! Concentrate at least damnit!

As she continued humming though, something had, in fact, popped into her head! Not the actual answer, no - but something better. Something brilliant.

Shu-Shu's idea had began to catch form into her head. It was looking good! It's time to put your confident shoes on, bustah!

'Oh! Why, it was that guy, obviously! Y'know?'

Already, some brows were raised. Oh ho ho, this was gonna be gold!

'Which guy, Shu-Shu? I already specified that there were three of them, didn't I?''

'Nah, there ain't.' Heh, slick 'n smooth's the way.

'What do you mean there 'ain't', lassie, answer the -'

'Nah, nah, see, here's the doozie – you're testin' me right now, ain't cha? This is cuh-lear-ly a trick question! Since every born 'n raised orthodox D'jew would know the answer to this one!'

'Girl, what're you going on about - !'

'It's - the – san- dek!' She practically sing-sang, pointing at her teacher triumphantly, as if saying ''got'cha!''

She hadn't thought that far ahead though, as she just stood there, pointer slowly falling. No one was laughing yet! It's ok, it's oh-kay! She just needed to improvise from that point onward! Yeah! Easy lemons.

'The... sandek! Yeah, yeah – he's like - suuuuper important! Every child only gets one, not three, and – and, he usually brings the babe all kinds of infant whatchamacallits! Heh, like, um, par exemple...'

Come on, down fall now! Think, Shu-Shu, think!

'...a kiddush cup?' Some chuckles had started echoing through the class. Good, good! It's working! Keep going!

' - an' diapers? A... mezuzah, money, or generally anything with the star of Conjubilant on it, it don' matter...'

The whole class had erupted into full-blown laughter at that point. Ha-hah! Suc-cess! One girl, Yael Horowitz, even started choking on her own uncontrollable cackle and struggled, like – actually struggled - to hold onto her stomach, each pant of laughter emitting an ongoing stream of tears and mucus. That's how hard she was laughing! It was not the most flattering sight, sure, but - she appreciated the compliment nonetheless. Snot an' all.

Marty, on the other hand, was still marinating in his own salt like the little crank-muffin he was. Everyone else was enjoying it though! Even Minnie-Trudy's monotone 'ha-ha's' weren't bugging her out as much! Crazy!

Heh, so worth it...

Shu-Shu leaned back into her chair with an air of self-satisfaction, hands propped casually behind her head, legs crossed on the desk, with a triumphant smirk adorning her face. Everyone was in unanimous agreement – the comedic timing and sheer hilarity of her antics were just too clever! Genius even!

Yet... amidst the uproar, one - Missus Halberd - stood devoid of amusement.

Instead - she was filled to the absolute brim with something else. Something that boiled, and that was bubbling out the edges.

Something... rage. She shook where she stood, gripping that ruler so hard that her knuckles turned white.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't know where this was gonna go. What a day full of her jokes amount to. As they always do. Yet she does it anyway, Sunday after Sunday - like an insane person. She just did it again now, and she, and everyone else had to face that demon – a real mean one. Pure fury.

Said fury was so hot that it began to spew.

Right. Out.

'Eee-nough!'

*Crack!*

She slammed the ruler so hard on the desk that it broke off a quarter -

'*Sniff - snif - * Eep!'

- and said quarter flew right past Yael Horowitz's head, then landed, tumbled and eventually slid to a stop on the linoleum floor.

Yael goes mute. Frozen. The rest of the class does too. She could swear that, in that one rigid second, even the cars outside went quiet, and that she could hear a fly snore from somewhere in the class.

'Shu-Shu!' Well, a second lasts only so long. 'I've had it with you! Why can't you be more like your sister, huh? You two look identical, yet you are nothing alike!'

'E-Eh, what can I say? Even with twins, h-humour's irreplicable!'

'Well, a good attitude can certainly be learned! Minnie-Trudy!' Her sister stood up straight, ready to fire. Metaphorically that is.

'Input command.' That squeaky voice stated.

'I trust that you, unlike your delinquent sister, can answer the question properly.'

'Input command.'

'Yeesh, you kids and your funny words...' She shook her head briefly. 'Answer the question, Minnie-Trudy!' 

The girl simply stares dead ahead of her. The other kids start chuckling. 

Shu-Shu on the other hand was not having any of it! Ugh, who does she think she is?

Minnie-Trudy looks around and inspects her surroundings. Turns left – she looks down - DEAREST SISTER. 

Turns right - looks down - PURPOSELESS PREMATURE LIFE FORM.

Looks forward - PURPOSELESS ADULT LIFE FORM.

No command inputted. Initiating inquisitor assistance protocol...

'Does not compute. An error has occurred in processing your request. Please submit a report for device malfunction and seek assistance at the headquarters building in Munich - '

'Alright, alright, sit back down!' The whole class was in hysterics at that point. Shu-Shu hated it. She was supposed to be the funny one! Not...uh, forget it.

Minnie-Trudy settles back into her seat, hands folded neatly on her lap, while the rest of her body stood motionless as if frozen in time. She then abruptly turns her head towards Shu-Shu and attempts to mimic a smile, her very own interpretation of a friendly gesture.

Shu-Shu, however, sits unimpressed, and rolls her eyes in a display of exasperation and emits a dismissive scoff. What a nitwit!

'Now, now, don't think that if your sister's had a nervous breakdown that gets you off the hook, lassie!' Said Halberd, waving that accursed finger cockily. 'You've just earned yourself extra homework for next week! On top of our usual weekly work, you have to write me an essay about the not-messiah and how his birth impacted D'judaism today. And - on top of that, you also have to learn all the archaisms and recite them to me by heart next Sunday.'

A choir of mocking 'ooh's!' rose and circled Shu-Shu's head like a pack of vultures, making her sink deeper into her seat in annoyance. Marty, especially, had the most shit-eating grin and the effort to bawl up her fist and punch it right off was just too exasperating! This was all so bogus!

'You got all that lassie?'

Blah blah blah, yeah I got it alright! Flippin' sick of this already!

'Choke on a potato...' She spat out with half a mouth as she slumped her head on the desk. Some kids around her laugh. She doesn't care! Why even would she? It's not like hearing those laughs will lull her back to sleep. Back to her dream... wait.

Her... dream?

'What was that?'

'Uh-ah - I smell a tornado!' The class erupts into laughter once again. Even more laughter than when Minnie-Trudy did her thing! Hah, take that, ya twit! Never mind their betrayal, this feeling rocks! She turns to her, ready to indulge in sister's jealousy.

Minnie-Trudy grins from ear to ear. Welp, that killed her mood.

'Oh. I too smell incoming destruction! But, since we have the Birkat Habayit at the entrance, we should be fine. Plus, we sprayed some goat blood on the entrance earlier this month, so you could say that we'll be – passed over.' She pauses to laugh at her own pun. Ugh. During days like this, no one could possibly succumb to this sort of humour! It was just too cheap!

Shu-Shu rolled her eyes as she began explaining it. The joke, the religious implications, the Torahdorian lore, it bored her and the rest of the class to tears! Not even Minnie-Trudy was making any slight attempt at entertaining her. Good!

But finally, they've been spared a single sliver of mercy as the school bell tolls. Yes!

A welcome relief washes over them, releasing them from the clutches of their prison-like desks.

Yet... even amidst the rush of liberation and screams of joy, Shu-Shu's mind remains fixated on her elusive dream. Was it truly a dream? The more she tries to recall it, the more it slips through her grasp. Fragments of memory tease her consciousness—something about swimming and... dancing?

The throbbing ache in her head amplifies with each futile attempt to recapture the fading images. Pounding relentlessly, it threatens to consume her thoughts. Just as the pain begins to subside, she realizes with a pang of disappointment that the dream has slipped away entirely, lost in the recesses of her subconscious.

Huh. Well, that sucks.

'Eh, no trouble, it'll most likely just destroy the Katholic School down the street. Those papists have it way overdue...' 

Whatever thought lingered in her mind made that expression of hers turn sour. Even more so than usual. She was getting some odd glances from the kids as they passed her on the way out. 

'Ach, never mind that! Say your prayers before bed and remember to keep Treif or you won't be spared when the Armageddon finally comes!'

'Yes - Missus - Halberd!' The students parroted right as they flew out the door, grateful – as ever - to have lived to see another Sunday. 

☆ ☆ ☆ To be continued ☆ ☆ ☆

sandek (noun) ˈsänˌdek' : a person who holds the Jewish infant during the circumcision ceremony. (or in simple terms, the Jewish variant of a godparent)

kiddush (noun) /ˈkɪdʊʃ/ :a ceremony of prayer and blessing over wine, performed by the head of a Jewish household at the meal ushering in the Sabbath (on a Friday night) or a holy day, or at the lunch preceding it. "kiddush cups"

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