#hey dogs are not easy to draw actually

[iaminsideyourwalls]

Since he knows he's almost certainly destined to lose his second eye, I think Demo is currently in the process of preparing to work blind. And wouldn't it be the coolest raddest thing ever if they hired service dogs to work with him on the team??

meet debbie (red) and lassie (blu), some demodogs for the demoman

#hey dogs are not easy to draw actually #I should mention that Debbie and lassie do that dog thing where they bark at each other on opposite sides of a fence #but if you put them in the same yard they get along fine #tf2 #tf2 fanart #tf2 art #tf2 demoman #demoman #dog #team fortress 2 fanart #team fortess 2 #tf2 oc #i think they count?? #tf2 scout #tf2 miss pauling

[fantomette22]

One shot: Return from the hunting lesson 

Alright ! I have written a lil something ! It's actually based on one of the first little funny Bloodborne sketches I've drawn.

I decided to draw it properly as well (A little comic in 4 cases). But it will come a bit later I need to draw it properly x)

It's also supposed to be a part of a bigger story. If I ever managed to really write it down. So I guess it's some kind of preview/beta for you and training for me (I'm sorry I dunno how to write dialogue efficiently or smoothly help). It's a draft so things might change of course (so don't be afraid of the 3 smileys I put XD they will disappear in due time). Apologies for the lack of context as well but it's supposed to be in the middle of a bigger chapter. In the middle of the first fic. But it can work independently too and I've wanted to put it on paper since a while. I still hope you will enjoyed.

Return from the hunting lesson :

Campus of Byrgenwerth, years before the official founding of the Healing Church.

Laurence was pensive. If he couldn’t find them himself, he will just go ask everyone he could came cross. Someone had to know something about it!

After spending sometimes running and asking around the few persons he could find, with no succeed, he noticed two young men walking towards him. Micolash seems to be in the middle of an explanation and Ludwig was listening attentively.

He interpellated them, “Micolash, Ludwig! Would you have a minute?”

 “Oh Hello Laurence :D !” said an overjoyed Ludwig. 

Then Micolash replied more calmly, “Of course, what do you need Laurence?”

“I wanted to ask if any of you have seen Maria or Gehrman recently?”

Micolash thought a few seconds before answering: “Not since a few days, I think, why?”

Laurence sighed “I fear you would say that…”

Ludwig questioned him : “What do you mean? Is everything alright?”

“Well, the Cainhurst nobles have arrived, so their presence is required. But most importantly, I’m a bit worried because no one seem to have seen any of them since a few days…”

“But aren’t they training in the woods the entire week?” replied a confused Ludwig.

“Yes, they are. They usually go at the first hours of the morning and come back before night. But they didn’t come back yesterday evening and they were supposed to come back today at least. You could think they might have went camping and spend the night in the forest. I wouldn’t be surprised but no one saw them before yesterday as well. Nothing since two days ! A student even claimed to have seen a creature in the forest as well…”

Micolash was left puzzled “Hm… this is concerning. Something would have happened to them? Or to one of them?"

“Oh, I hope they’re ok!” exclaimed a very worried Ludwig.

While they were talking, a figure passed through the bushes with difficulty. They fell silents, looked in its direction and were left completely astonished.

It was Maria. 

She seems a bit lost, carrying a big sac and a smaller messenger bag over her shoulder, but it was her appearance that was rather unusual. With leaves in her hair, her clothes were covered in dirt and…could that be blood as well?

“MARIA ?!”

She turned her head toward them a bit confused before answering : “Oh hello! How are you all doing?”

The three came right in front of her, Laurence was the first to questioned her “Maria are you alright? What happened?” 

“Yes, I’m alright and what do you mean? We were hunting like you’re aware of”

“We had no news of you both for days! We grew worried… Where’s Gehrman ?!”

“Well… we spend last night in the woods and before yesterday at the village...But we did get back at night to get a few things, and Gehrman-” She looked around. “Didn’t arrived yet…” She then turned toward the forest to shout “Over here!” 

A moments later he emerged between the dense leaves and branches. He was too carrying an imposing sac and was covered in a bloody dirt as well. He had a rifle on his back. “Hello everyone.” 

Laurence chuckle in relief.

“So…  did this hunting lesson worked out?” asked Ludwig.

A big grin appeared on Gehrman’s face. “It did!” He put the sac on the ground and began to open it. At the same time Maria handed a small sac she gets from her bag. “Here Micolash. If I recalled, you and Rom wanted to examine a venomous maggot? Well, we found this dead one”

He took it “Oh thank you very much Maria! That is correct you remember well! I’m sure our dear friend will be very happy.”

From his own, Gehrman pulled out the head of an imposing boar. “Tada!”

The trio was taken aback once again. 

“That’s huge! Hold on… there’s things like that in the woods ?!” Ludwig said like he was scared.

“Oh just a few.”

“So, you two hunts down a boar?” questioned Laurence. 

“Mostly yes. But it’s not the only thing…” Maria answered. The teacher’s eyes look down at the close sac beside her. 

Gehrman cough to get their attention “Well she killed a boar.” 

“Yeah i…I killed a boar...”

“That’s quite impressive! All by yourself?”

“Well Gehrman helped me-“

“Oh, I just help to distracted it. You deserve the entire praise on this one.” A big smile appears on the face of the younger hunter.

“Where is the rest of it too?” asked Micolash.

“We couldn’t take all of it with us, so we left the rest to the villagers and the snakes I guess” answered the other hunter.

The student continued : “You two are covered in so much mud! Better jump right now into the sea to wash up x) !

“Thanks, but I think we’re fine. We got time to clean up after all.”

“Well… actually Cainhurst had already arrived.” Laurence informed them.

“What. Oh”  Oh no no no ! I’m so screwed I can’t show up like this !

Gehrman noticed her distressed. “Don’t worry- Hm… just go! I got it!”

“Really? Oh, thank you!” She then starts running extremely fast across the campus in direction of her dorm.

“Well, I think we should all get going as well” proposed Laurence. 

They began to walk, after saying goodbye, Micolash and Ludwig went in their own direction.

“So, what’s in this one?” Laurence asked, pointing at the smaller sac Maria was caring earlier.

“Something I need to show master Willem…and you.” Laurence looks at him with an interrogating look. “Do you remember the dog lost by the prospectors in the labyrinth a few weeks ago?”

“Hm yes? Oh ! Let me guess… you find his remains at the surface didn’t you?”

“It’s more him who find us...” 

“What?” 

“Laurence. That thing… whatever it was, it wasn’t the dog we knew. The way he attacked us… We just put an end to his suffering.” He sighed “I will explain more later. Not here...”

“Alright I understand… Do you plan to do that right now?” 

“I was thinking of showing the boar head to our noble visitors before. I believe they will appreciate it. As well as to be made aware of the progress of their future knight.’’

“Certainly, let’s get going then.”

#bloodborne #bloodborne fanfiction #bloodborne headcanons #my art #my fic #yharnam's communion #a scholar's dream #aka the 'she killed a boar !' drawing #for context :Laurence was teacher Gehrman a groundskeeper. The others were students #laurence the first vicar #gehrman the first hunter #lady maria of the astral clocktower #byrgenwerth #featuring #ludwig the holy blade #micolash host of the nightmare #you see the dog enemies ? it was the same thing #oh and english is not my first language and i’m not use at all to write. so the vocabulary is simple and maybe repetitive #it’s not easy to write x) #Hey that traning actually saved her life too #Laurence : omg there's 2 of them now... let's say it's a good news...

[1-800-kami]

4:23 pm | the adventures of dad!gojo

content: 0.9k words, fem!reader, dad gojo, megumi is your son, silly crack fic

gojo satoru is a man with very little fears.

in actuality, people are afraid of him. a mere gaze from those cerulean blue eyes of his sends people running off to the opposite direction, so the adjective “intimidating” was quite the understatement to describe him. some might even say that he’s the strongest, so he possesses no fear at all.

despite that, gojo has one thing he’s deathly afraid of: you–his wife, when you’re angry.

“suguru, help me out here!” geto can physically feel his bestfriend’s panic through the phone. gojo explained the situation in a fast ramble–geto could barely understand what he was saying, but he thinks he got the gist of it: you went out to run some errands and entrusted gojo to take care of your two year old child, megumi, while you were out. gojo conjured up the genius idea of keeping megumi entertained by handing him a paper and markers–so that they could surprise you with megumi’s amazing artistic abilities once you came back home.

it had gone “so well”, gojo said earlier, picking up the paper and studying it. “i think this is a drawing of a cat? or a dog, i don’t really know.. still, it’s made by my son, and it’s the peak of art and i think everyone should see it!”

gojo was so busy trying to decipher what megumi had drawn that he didn’t realize that his son still had the markers in his hands. when he peers over to look at megumi again, he just about screamed.

“gumi- no- GUMI!” he shrieks, snatching the markers away from his son’s hold. megumi, not having a paper to draw on anymore, decided to use the wall as his canvas instead—sketching a poorly drawn house with a bright red marker. “you’re not supposed to draw on the wall! aw fuc-ahem, freak… your mom’s gonna kill me…”

“gosh suguru, some advice would help!” satoru’s never been so afraid in all his years of living. you’re coming home pretty soon, and he has no idea what to do. he’s already imagining the look on your face–and it’s pushing satoru to the brink of passing out. gojo satoru–the renowned sorcerer who’s fought the king of curses, been sealed away in a box and has had multiple near death experiences–all of these things have happened to him yet none can compare to the fear of facing his wife when she’s angry.

“hmm? what is it, nanako?” satoru can hear his bestfriend trying not to laugh over the phone. suguru knows an easy solution to his problem, but he thinks that leaving satoru in the dark is funnier. it’s rare to see the strongest sorcerer like this, so geto revels in it with pure amusement. “you’re hungry? okay… let’s see what i can make for you, yeah?”

“you heard her, satoru~ one of the twins are hungry. i’m afraid i have to go… good luck about the markers, yeah?” suguru hangs up before satoru could say a word. he curses under his breath, but feels his heart stop when he hears the door unlock.

you’re home.

“mama!” megumi yells, clapping his hands and slowly crawling over to the front door. you happily greet your son, placing the grocery bags on the table.

you walk over to your husband, kissing him on the cheek before noticing the piece of paper that he’s holding. “oh? what’s this?”

you grab the paper from his hands and satoru regains a little bit of his composure once he hears you coo at your son’s drawing. “thought it would be nice for me and megumi to surprise you while you were gone… it’s a drawing of a cat-”

“horsey!”

“...a horse. yup, that’s what i said!” he sheepishly ignores his son’s glare, mentally preparing himself to tell you about the wall.

“i love it! oh my gosh, megumi, aren’t you just a little artist?” you say, ruffling your son’s hair with a big smile. “this is definitely going on the fridge.”

“...there’s one small problem, though…” satoru refuses to meet your gaze.

“what did you do this time, satoru?”

“hey, it technically wasn’t me!” he says, this time being the one to shoot the glare at his son. “so hypothetically…what if i told you that gumi thought it would be a nicer idea to use the wall as a canvas instead of the paper?”

“...”

satoru perceives your silence as his death sentence. “look, i’m sorry! i was trying to figure out what he drew and i forgot that he still had the markers in his hands-”

“satoru-”

“and the next thing i know, he drew on the wall before i was able to take the markers from him-”

“toru-”

“and suguru wasn’t giving me advice either, but then-”

“satoru!” your final yell finally breaks him from his ramble. he’s surprised to see that no, you don’t have a look of murder on your face. in fact, you’re actually smiling—looking more amused than anything.

“satoru, they’re washable markers.” you take a baby wipe from your purse and walk over to the wall, wiping away the bright red marker strokes easily with a few swipes. you’re trying not to laugh at his dumbfounded expression. “did you not know that?”

now he’s the one stunned into silence. “...”

“no, no… i definitely knew that…!”

“yeah, sure you did.”

being a father is so difficult.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru comfort #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #dad gojo #dad!gojo #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo

[bishopsbeloved]

bad idea!

kate bishop x fem reader

No matter how much of a bad idea it may seem to go back to Kate Bishop, you can’t help it. You’re like a moth to a flame

inspired by a girl in red song, mentions of sex but no actual smut, fwb/ex gf kate, dumb lesbians, kind of just a drabble icl, 1.1k words

NOTE: my requests are open!!!!! send me anything you’d like!!!!!! i can’t guarantee i’ll get it done but you’re welcome to send things in🫶

It was such a bad idea to get involved with Kate Bishop again.

It’s so stupid that this even happened. Every fucking time things end between you you’re resolute in your position, you’re determined that this will truly be the end, but Kate Bishop has this way of drawing people back in. You’ve fallen victim to her strange unspeakable allure more times than you can count. That’s how you ended up here in the first place.

Yes, okay, fine, she’s good at sex. When she sends a you up? text you can’t help the way your heart beats a little faster at the thought of the chase resuming between the two of you, of cat and mouse returning to flirtatious antics with one inevitable end. No matter how many times you try to escape it, you and Kate Bishop always seem to find your way back to one another, only to sourly part again and leave you even more lost than you were before. You don’t know what to do. You can’t fucking stand her. You can’t get away from her. You’re not sure you want to.

Nobody else has ever touched you in the way she does, or as well as she can. No matter how much you pretend otherwise she is the one you crave; she’s the one on your mind whilst the hands of others roam your body. You have this deep, innate, carnal need for her — for everything about her — not just her fingers and her tongue and her strap but also her whiny raspy voice first thing in the morning (she, annoyingly adorably, hates mornings) and the sloppy neck kisses she delivers to say goodnight and the kind of sheepish shifty look whenever she brings you a token of her love. The latter doesn’t happen much anymore, not since the two of you broke up — since she dumped you — which on paper ought to mean the two of you no longer see each other. And yet more nights than not one of you has crawled back to and somehow ended up in the other’s bed. It seems you’re both full of bad ideas, and yet neither of you can get enough.

When you wake up in her room again, the purple wallpaper adorned with medals and trophies and Hawkeye posters all too familiar by this point, that feeling of heaviness settles in your stomach. For fuck’s sake. You’re always disappointed in yourself, the morning after. There’s a reason the two of you aren’t together anymore — so why do you keep waking up in each other’s beds?

You look down at where Kate Bishop is nestled against your chest, still bare-skinned against you after last night’s activities. It’s irritating how beautiful she is even when she’s asleep. She looks so lovely in your arms you can almost imagine that being your reality again, until you harshly remind yourself Kate doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want you like that, she broke up with you and the only reason she sees you anymore is for sex. The thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, it makes your stomach turn, and suddenly you want nothing more than to be away from her.

Crawling out of Kate’s bed when she’s wrapped herself around you like this is never easy. Perhaps in unconsciousness, in her most vulnerable state, she’s more reluctant to let you go. Sometimes you feel a little guilty leaving before she wakes so often, but you have to, for your own good — for the good of both of you. When you’re not fucking you don’t really know what to say to her. Hey, you were the love of my life, why’d you dump my ass? No thanks. She has these big blue puppy-dog eyes that just make you feel horrible about the whole thing, and everything you’ve ever done, ever. No, you’re better off leaving now.

“You’re leaving,” says a small, scratchy voice from behind you, as you stumble about in the half-dark of the room locating your clothing. It’s a statement, not a question, but she still doesn’t sound entirely certain.

You don’t really know how to respond, you’re kind of wishing this wasn’t happening and rushing to find your other sock so you can get out of here, so you just let out a kind of low grunt of acknowledgement.

“You always leave,” Kate responds, and you don’t have to turn around to know that she’s pouting a little. You can hear it in her voice. The fact you can tell, that you know her well enough to tell only pisses you off even further, and you let out a kind of bitter laugh.

“It’s not like you fucking want me here.”

“That’s not true.” She pauses, and you hear the little noises she makes as she sits up and stretches. “I do want you here. I keep bringing you back, don’t I?”

“Yeah, cause a good fuck is all I’m worth to you,” you say angrily, before closing your eyes and tilting your head back. No. You can’t let her ass ruin your day when you have so much shit to do.

“No, that’s not true,” she tries, whilst at the same time you groan “I can’t do this, Kate.”

She sits up a little straighter, eyes wide, voice an octave higher. “W— what? Can’t do what?”

“I can’t do you.”

“But I— you keep— you keep coming back, though.”

This hits a nerve, and you laugh incredulously, finally turning around to face her. She’s looking up at you in the semi-darkness of the room, her face unreadable. “Yeah, and I shouldn’t. It’s fucking pathetic. I can’t get over my ex so I’ll sleep with her whenever she asks. It’s not— it’s— Kate, I can’t keep doing this.” You bury your head in your hands.

Vaguely, you hear the gentle rustle of fabric in Kate’s side of the room. You just need a moment to collect yourself and you’ll get the fuck out of here.

You hear her footsteps padding towards you, and you open your eyes again. She’s haphazardly tugged on a shirt and is stood before you, bare-legged, almost doleful in expression. “I’m sorry,” she says, barely a whisper. “This is all— I keep fucking up. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know what you want from me,” you say tiredly.

“I— I don’t know. Everything. You.” She steps towards you uncertainly.

“Kate,” you say, and you’re not sure who moved first, but within moments her lips are on yours again. When she tugs you back towards the bed, you let her, your stomach churning with the indescribable sensation of simultaneous adoration and angst that her touch fills you with. She’s so pretty it actually physically hurts.

God, you’re totally fucked.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x fem reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x you #hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfeld #kate bishop #bisexual kate bishop #lesbian kate bishop #gxg #god i love kate bishop #your honour she’s a woman kisser #marvel #hawkeye #yeah

[biancadjarin]

Bully!Eddie visiting you during

your shift at scoops ahoy

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18+

“So you and Munson looked pretty cozy at Tommy’s party the other night…” Steve Harrington says as he comes to lean against the counter next to you. You turn to face him with a confused look. He giggles at you, “Look, I know you just started working here but… I don’t know, I’d hate for someone like you to get mixed up with a freak like him.” You wince at Steve’s words. “Someone like me?” You ask innocently.

“Oh,” Steve starts, hands coming up to squeeze your upper arms before falling to his sides again. “I just mean you seem really nice. You could do better than him.” He says sincerely. You shrug, “Eddie and I aren’t dating. Far from it actually.” You shake your head. He nods, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, a smile peeking through his lips.

“He’s just always messing with me.” You clarify, “He made me sit on his lap that night but it was nothing.” You say with a shrug and an easy smile. “Made you?” Steve asks as the bell on the counter gets smacked with a ding ding. “Speak of the devil.” Steve grumbles under his breath.

“Hey Harrington. Nice hat.” Eddie says with a laugh. “Keeping my girl busy tonight?” He says, eyes flicking up and down your frame, then looking back at Steve with a wink.

“I’m not your girl Eddie. What are you doing here?” “Aww babe, you hurt my feelings.” He says with a mock pout on his perfect lips. “I just came by to say hi. And maybe get a scoop.” He says eyeing the case of flavors. Steve shakes his head and sighs, his gaze returning to you. “I’m gonna go to the back and do some inventory. Just yell if you need anything.” He says as his hand comes to rest on your lower back.

“I think she’ll be ok Steve, so why don’t you move your hand before I do it for you?” Eddie’s jaw tenses. Steve shoots him a glare and if he wasn’t at work, you think he might’ve punched him. But thankfully he doesn’t, just retreating to the back to work.

You sigh. “So are you going to order something? Because I have better things to do.” You say with an edge to your voice. Eddie looks over each shoulder, scanning the empty shop. “Really? Cause it’s pretty dead in here babe.” He laughs. “Whatever, do you want a sample of anything?” “Ohh well if you’re offering, sure I’ll take a sample of a kiss.” He pouts at you. You scoff, “of the ice cream, genius.” You hold back the smile that so badly wants to creep onto your lips.

“Hmm everything looks so good.” He says. “Especially you.” You roll your eyes. His ringed knuckle taps on the glass loudly. “I’ll just take a scoop of pistachio. With extra sprinkles.” He draws out the sss sound on the last word and it makes you shiver, goosebumps erupting on your arms. You hope he doesn’t notice, or just chalks it up to the cold.

“Here.” You hand him his ice cream. He takes a big lick, rainbow bits of candy sticking to his mouth like they want to taste him as much as you do. “What’s your favorite flavor?” He asks you, chin jutting towards you, round chocolate colored eyes flickering with mischief.

You look down at your options. You’re not a huge fan of ice cream but there is one flavor that you order every time. “Strawberry.” You say sweetly. Eddie stares at you, your soft voice putting him in a trance.

You’re both quiet for a minute while he licks his cone, until he says “a scoop of that too.” suddenly. You look at him with pulled together eyebrows but do it anyway. “In a cup.” He demands.

“Ok,” you place the perfectly round pink sphere dotted with red in front of him. “Not sure how you’re going to eat so much ice cream but enjoy.”

“The strawberry’s for you.” He says lowly. “Eddie I’m working, I don’t-” “Not anymore. I think Harrington can handle this place the rest of the night.” He grabs your hand over the counter and starts to pull softly, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. Not that his eyes don’t always look like a puppy dog’s. You look at him like he’s crazy because, well, he is. “I’m not leaving Eddie, I still have two more hours on my shift.”

He sucks his teeth, chuckling to himself as he watches you start to panic. “C’mon y/n, when was the last time you did something bad?” “Not the point. I could lose my job.” “Oh please, Steve’s such a pussy, he won’t tell on you. And he obviously wants to fuck you so I’m sure you could get away with murder. But don’t do that.” He says with an angry edge to his voice. “Murder?” You ask. “No, fucking Steve. You could murder all you want.”

“The ice cream’s melting.” He says. You take a deep breath and grab the cup of strawberry, walking around the counter to his side. “I knew she was a bad girl.” He says as he grabs a fistful of your ass. “Now come on.” He says pulling your wrist. “Wait Eddie we have to pay for these!” You say as he pulls you out of the store. He laughs and takes another lick of his cone as he pulls you toward the mall movie theater.

“So what do we wanna see?” His eyes scan the posters surrounded by tiny lit bulbs. “Oh I know!” He says as you two approach the ticket booth. “Two for Aliens please good sir!” He says to the teen working behind the glass. “$10 Eddie. And no smoking in the theater this time.” He slides you the tickets as Eddie slides him the ten dollar bill.

“So you do pay for things.” You say as you two walk into the darkened hallway of the theaters. His fingers reach for your hand, tickling up your palm and weaving through yours.

“Well I wouldn’t want us to get kicked out of the theater on our first date.” He says with a wink. “And don’t worry, if you get too scared, you can grab onto me as tight as you need to.”

You look away, your cheeks blooming into a blush. You’re planning on it.

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[saltymongoose]

Hi coming in with another silly idea Imagine that the Player is in early Nevada, and around the time Nexus is supposed to fall they fall into a type of coma. Jeb goes through with his plan (painfully without the player by his side), Hofnarr turns into Tricky with his last thoughts begging for the Player to come back. Phobos' fight being much more easy due to the fact he thinks his god abandoned him. Then the Player comes back like "hey sorry about that" and Jeb starts wailing while Tricky goes YIPPEE and runs around them like an excited dog.

Why is everything you draw so cute omg 😭, everyone is so adorable here. It's honestly a little weird to see the Employers look so huggable, I love it.

To actually get into the scenario though, my thoughts on this are far too long to make it into a normal ask response, so you're getting some sort of unofficial hcs instead lol. Enjoy!

<The Player Falls into a Coma before the Fall> ft. Jebus, Hofnarr/Tricky, the Employers & Phobos

(TW: Yandere)

There was no warning for your sudden coma whatsoever. At most, you felt a tad more exhausted than usual at the end of the day, but this can be attributed to many different things, so of course you wouldn't worry about it. Neither would anyone else either, for that matter.

You had absolutely no idea that when you slowly fell asleep that night, you wouldn't be waking up again for a very long time.

It certainly wouldn’t take long for those you know to find out about your condition either. For one, Hofnarr and Jeb would want to recap their plan with you before going through with it, so naturally they stopped by for that. However, they find you unconscious and completely unresponsive to their every attempt to wake you. To make matters worse, there isn't a sign that you'd been awake at all in the past few days; the buildup of dust on your furniture and the letters in your mailbox shows as much.

Despite their worry, they’d eventually have to leave your side, if only to get more medical supplies and other things to help you. This opens up a window for the others in your life to finally take action, those being the Employers.

The shadowy figures had been keeping tabs on you all the time, so when you just didn't wake up, they would probably be the first to know - even if their actions came second to the Nexus Scientist's.

(You didn’t send the Deliberator a “good morning” text and he started panicking. What could possibly be so bad that you didn't speak to him? A cursory call to the worried AAHW agents the Auditor had sent to tail you was proof enough that you'd deviated from your usual schedule, and you weren't the type to ever be late.)

They were quick to take you from your home and to a more secret place, so that they could keep close observation over you.

Honestly, despite how much the Employers might brag about knowing you better than anyone else (a privilege they gained from being the first to realize your existence), they truly know little about your anatomy. However, they can tell that sleeping for full days isn't normal at all, judging by your previous behavior.

They're also far too stubborn to ask any other mortals for help as well, so they simply resigned to try to help you themselves while keeping you safe with them. They couldn't do much else, so hopefully you'd understand that once you awoke in a strange place.

Nevada rots without your guidance and the grunts you were close to were left reeling by this (unintentional) abandonment you committed.

Phobos loses much of his drive due to his own emotional frailty as he grappled with his uncharacteristic self-doubt and questioning. As it happens, this also makes him more zealous as well. In his last moments, he has a second wind, believing that if he just fights hard enough, you might decide to come back and help him in his battle against Christoff. (But you don't. You couldn't.)

Jebus' feelings are surprisingly parallel to the Director's in terms of worship and near zealotry. Except, he believes it might be his fault that you left, which only increases the fervor he has to complete his plans. It will be painful without you there, but this agony is his repentance for the sins which he has wronged you with. It is only through this that he believes you might show your presence once more, even if it’s not now.

Unfortunately, Hofnarr's transformation into Tricky was just as painful as it would be otherwise, and the pain of abandonment just makes it worse. Funny, how the pictures taken of you with him and Christoff were miraculously unscathed within Hofnarr's lab even after Tricky came to be. The zombified clown must have found some value in them, even if he couldn’t remember the complete reason why he felt so warm when he looked at them.

Of course, you did actually awaken eventually. You had no idea how much time had passed when you woke up, so seeing the Employers look so uncharacteristically worried when you woke up was really odd. You honestly think they’d be weepy if they had the ability to cry.

You really didn’t know how to react to the news that you’d essentially been in a coma for thirty years. Your first course of action is to find Jeb and Tricky to find out what actually happened since you feared your early appearance might’ve had an impact on the timeline regarding Nevada’s fall. This leads to very different reactions.

Jeb isn't one to typically show much vulnerability, but seeing you again completely shatters those walls he's kept up for so long. At first, he thinks you're just a hallucination; the culmination of all the longing he has for you finally taking its toll on his broken mind as almost a cruel joke. 

The first words he speaks to you after thirty years is a short, "You're not real", said as more of an insistence to himself than anything. But when he comes closer and you don’t disappear, and he reaches out a trembling hand to rest lightly on your shoulder, and you stay, he just breaks. The warmth of your form washes over him like it used to, and suddenly he feels an uncomfortable tightness well up in his throat as tears gather in his eyes.

You reach up to hold his taller form closer to you, sinking to the ground with him as he buries his face into your neck and sobs. His hold on you is soft, and his hands are still shaky; he's holding you like he's scared of shattering you, and he only gets weaker when you whisper soothing words and apologies to him.

Compared to Jebus, your meeting with Tricky was a lot more upbeat. It’s probably because he was spared much of the reflection and sorrow that Jeb went through due to his rather unstable mental state, but that didn’t stop him from somehow recognizing you. It’s almost like a switch flipped in his mind, and he went from violently slamming his sign into some poor grunt's face to freezing at the sight of your face.

He then tosses the sign away and almost launches himself at you to envelop you in a tight bear hug, screaming excitedly while you grin back rather tiredly. (You hope your eardrums will be okay after this.) But in the next second, he's whirling away from you, flailing his hands as he continues to talk.

It’s like being greeted by your dog after being away for months; he never stops moving or asking hurried questions about where you’ve been, intermittent with little words about how much he’s missed you.

Both Jeb and Tricky are very clingy after this. Even if they don't get along now, they're not willing to let you leave their sides after this, especially not when you go to sleep. (What if you fall into a coma again? Someone has to be there to take care of you.)

Deep down, they also have a striking suspicion that someone was behind your coma. They didn't know who exactly, but there was no other explanation to them than this. How else would you, Nevada's most powerful being, fall into such a state?

(In the near future, when you come across Hank and the others, let's just say that your scientists won't be deterred from leaving your side quite so easily. You'd been gone for thirty years, so you should only expect their companionship to remain more permanent for the coming years.)

#the Player looks very tired which is a vibe #idk what this answer is exactly but I hope it's satisfactory lol #ask #distressedwalnut #mutuals ✨ #other's art #fav #it's about gd time #tw: yandere #madness combat x reader

[skipper19]

Imagine this..

Gojo was panicking. That was obvious. Why? He couldn't find his girlfriend, you. And to make it worse, you were the most naive, oblivious, adorable woman he has ever met.

It was supposed to be an easy trip to the mall. Get in, walk around and get food at the food court, and get out. And Gojo could have sworn he was holding your hand, so how the fuck did you just up and disappear? Gojo knew you didn't like crowds. You tried your hardest to stay away from people in general. It's not that you were an introvert. You adored talking and laughing with people, but you had major social anxiety.

This fact alone made Gojo overprotective of you when you both went out together. Is someone standing too close? Gojo steps right between them and you as he slides his hand around your waist. Are you feeling overwhelmed by all the noise? Gojo is leaning down to whisper jokes about people as they walk by. He relishes in your laughter.

So yes, Gojo is overprotective. And he is currently freaking the fuck out.

Where is his girl?

Finally, Gojo spots a familiar head of h/c bedhead in a nearby pet store. He rushes into the store and sighs in releif when he sees you looking at the collars. Gojo takes a moment to calm his breathing before he approaches you with his normal cheeky smile, successfully hiding his shaky hands in the process.

"Hey, kitten~" Gojo draws out. "You left me behind to look at dog collars?" He playfully pouts as he glances to the collars. Your face quickly flushes, and your hands fly to subtly hide something behind your back. Gojos eyebrow raises in suspicion. "What do we have here?" He chuckles.

"Satoru.." You timidly mumble as he attempts to sneak a peak at the object in your hold. Gojo shakes his head with a grin before quickly reaching his hand out to grab your arm and pull you closer. You yelp as he draws your chest to meet with him. It's too late when you realize he actually got ahold of your item.

Gojo grins from ear to ear when he sees that he's holding an f/c collar that says "Kitten" inscribed into it. "Awe, baby." Gojo juts out his lip and holds up the collar for you both to see better. Your cheeks erupt in a deep red as you hide your face into his chest. "What wrong?" Gojo snickers.

He quickly dropped the teasing when he realized how embarrassed you truly were. You were starting to shake, and he guessed that you were tearing up. "What's wrong?" Gojo gently asked you, breath hitting your ear. "It's embarrassing.." You sniffed into his shirt. Gojos' usual teasing and confident face turned soft and genuine. "There's nothing wrong with liking this collar." He reassures.

You only shake your head and hiccup as tears soak his shirt. "Please don't think it's weird.. please don't leave. I'm sorry.." You rambled. Gojos eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned back a little so he could cup your face and pull you closer. "I would never leave you for something like this." His serious tone didn't waver, nor did the look of love in his eyes. Your lip trembled as you observed his face. "You promise?" Your tone voice pleaded.

Gojo smiled and kissed your forhead. "I promise, darling." He whispered against your skin. Gojo pulls out his phone a few minutes later. "I probably shouldn't buy it for you, though.." He mumbles to "himself. " Your eyes went slightly, and you nervously fiddled your fingers. "Why?" Gojo didn't respond for a few moments. "Mm.. there's too many guys here. There would be too many of them starting at you, I don'tlike it." He says. His smile suddenly returns as he presses something on his phone.

You peek over the top of his phone and gulp nervously when you see Gojo on Amazon. That can't possibly mean anything good.

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #jujutsu gojo #gojo x y/n #gojo x you

[mcromwell]

Genuine question, sorry if it's dumb -

How do you work when there's something on the line? I find I freeze, and it's just so much more difficult to properly organize myself to produce something I'm proud of. But you've been to conventions, and you sell your work, so I'm assuming you feel pressure at least *sometimes.* do you work with it? Around it?

Hey Tymbul, it's not a dumb question, it's actually a really good one. I can only answer it to the best of my own abilities, in regards to my own art and practice, so mileage may vary.

This feeling of something being is "on the line" was what burned me out hard in 2019/20. I'd been making and sharing art for decades and all the while my thoughts took the shape of, "it has to be GOOD, it has to SAY something, it needs to hit X and Y requirement to be worthy" etc. Wherever that habit of pressuring myself came from, it wasn't helpful. I would glare at the blank page and curse every sketch I made because it (and by extension, myself) wasn't ever good enough.

I knew something had to change, so I changed. I began trying to make art with no pressure. Instead of pushing myself I let my foot off the brake. I changed the way I talked to myself about art. "I'm going to make this as good as I can. And if I can't, there's always next painting." I began starting a piece with fast, easy, not-precious stuff--random paint smears, doodles, gesture sketches. The pressure was off when all I had to do was start with trash and play around. If it just wasn't working and I had to scrap it or start over, oh well, it was just trash. I still run into this pressure today, though. Growth ain't linear and all that. Old habits die hard. I have to snap myself out of it with a feral screeching JUST THROW PAINT ON IT RRRRRRRRGH and I can usually let up on the brakes enough to get it going. It's a journey.

I like to think of this in terms of dog training. If you punch your dog and yell at it, that dog is going to have fear and doubt and won't be a healthy dog capable of performing the tasks you ask of it. But if you use positive reinforcement, they develop confidence and become dependable and sturdy. If you sit down to make art and every time its a barrage of IT HAS TO BE GOOD! YOU HAVE TO BE PROUD OF IT! EVERY NEW PIECE HAS TO BE BETTER! IF IT ISN'T YOU'LL BE A FAILURE! WHY AREN'T YOU DRAWING YET then man, that dog is cowering in the corner, it is not going to sit or fetch or anything. What if instead you said, "Okay! Time to make something. Let's do warm-ups and thumbnails to prepare so I'm ready to jump in. I am open to surprising myself by making something I'm excited about, but I won't beat myself up if today isn't that day. I know by doing this I'm practicing and getting better, it is never a waste." You are much more likely to Do a Thing if that thing feels good to do. That's just being an animal, man. Positive feedback.

To be honest, though, I still haven't found a successful way to make commissions less like pulling teeth. My method of art-making is to fuck around and find out and that's not a conducive method for a comm, which usually has a ton more expectation and strict parameters and my nemesis: Should-Look-Like. I am good at some things, I am not good at comms. Progress is not linear. I am still learning. My efforts to let up on the brakes made it so the car was a lot harder to control... for better or worse.

Hope this helps. Mostly, my advice is to find out how making art can feel good to you and then make a ton of it. Make more art than you think you should. It gets easier. And don't punch your dog.

#art advice #art block #self-talk #that being said I often fear I have 0 discipline but then again I am sick so I might just be kinda grumpy about stuff

[lazywitchling]

The Three-but-actually-Six Card Spread

I vote that we call this one Schrodinger's Spread, because I don't know whether I'm gonna draw three or six until I've already pulled the cards.

So, I used to try to do the usual three card spread. You know the one. Every tarot book lists it as Past Present Future, unless you have a quirky deck, and then they've probably rebranded it as something else. You can find lists of three card spreads with different questions to ask. IT'S A WHOLE THING. There's like. a whole three-card-spread industry or something. But anyway: it always confused me.

I am absolutely not a tarot expert. I put down three cards, and then I can stare at it for an hour going "I have no idea what this means." The standard guidebook keywords float through my head, but I wasn't sure how to make an actual READ out of that.

I started following @unhelpfultarot, who is anything but unhelpful. Seeing the daily two card pull and the way that the two cards are connected into (usually) a single sentence made the lightbulb come on. "Oh THAT'S how you do it!" So I started just reading two cards at a time, but as a single unit, like Lenormand. And once I got a handle on that, I started adding the third card back in. Then I'd have two pairs of cards to read! 1>2 and 2>3.

Well, at some point, I was like "Hey what happens if I put a card down below those three, and used that as a sort of connection-between-them card?"

So now it looks like this:

1 2 3 4 5

Where "4" is not its own answer, it's just what connects 1 and 2. The same thing for 5: it just connects 2 and 3 without being its own answer.

WELL, then I'm looking at that, and I said "Hey, now I've generated another pair, so I can lay down ANOTHER card to connect those two!

1 2 3 4 5 6

"Hey, Jes? That's... that's a six card spread..."

Shhhhhhhhh. Who asked you.

"Crow did."

Hush, imaginary reader.

Anyway, so now what I've got is the original read, the three most important cards, 1 2 3. And btw, this whole thing is usually to answer ONE SINGLE QUESTION, because-- actually, @windvexer explains it better than I can here. (HEY. YOU. DON'T SKIP THAT LINK, ACTUALLY CLICK IT, THANK YOU.)

So what I have now is one question that is answered by a sentence (1-2-3), with two cards that don't tell me NEW information but that tell me what each pair is saying to each other (4 and 5), with a final one that's sort of a TL;DR card (6).

"Jes. That is a six card spread."

CORRECT, and as @upthewitchypunx and others have said, if I were charging money for this, yes absolutely this is a six card spread, and you're not getting it for 50% off.

BUT HERE'S HOW THE WHOLE THING HAPPENS IN A REAL WORLD SCENARIO

I pick up my tarot deck. I think "I'm going to do a three card reading." I pull three cards, lay them down, read. If they make sense, cool, I put them away and move on.

If I get confused though, then it's upside-down pyramid time, and I'll lay down the other three. This either results in "Ohhhhhh okay, THAT'S what it's saying," or I confuse myself EVEN more (which is very easy to do).

In that case, it's still living in my head as a three-card-spread, because that's the important part that I'm actually reading. But if I set out to pull the inverted pyramid from the get-go, then it's a six-card-spread.

This is where I'm legally obliged to put PREMEDITATED in all caps for @friend-crow

My joking answer, which wasn't FULLY a joke, is that nothing I do is premeditated. I don't MEAN for there to be six cards, but here they are now, and I've got more important questions than "is this still a three-card-spread or is it now a six-card-spread?"

At that point it's like the tarot equivalent of "Is a hot dog a sandwich" and would just trip me up when I'm just trying to eat a hot dog. The answer is "WHO CARES! I got things to do."

(@asksecularwitch 'cause you also had thinky thoughts about all this, and I wanted you to see the upside down pyramid!)

#schrodinger's tarot spread

[charlieisdecaying]

learning a lesson ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

cw. non con, misogyny, violence, leon being a creep, kidnapping, baby trapping…

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Leon hates feminist bitches like you. Short hair, baggy clothes, annoyingly outspoken ect.. Whores like you just need to be dicked down. He can see it too, all teary and wet, he’d make you thank him for it, for setting you straight. And cause he’s such a good guy he decides to, it was so fucking easy, like you were expecting it or some shit. He bets you fantasized about it, dumb whores like you always want strong guys like him. He watches your chest heave rhythmically. He’d followed you from work, and well, no ones susceptible to a good ole chloroform soaked rag.

He’s had enough of waiting, he drags your unconscious body to his bed, taking little care in stripping you. fuck, he’d hoped you be shaved bare, but what did he actually expect? its fine…as his live in bitch you’ll have plenty of time to be…re-educated. dryer then fucking sandpaper..he observes with his hands holding apart each thigh. tch once your eyelids start fluttering, that grogginess turning into unabashed horror he has to pounce on you, pinning you down from trying to slaw his eyes out. “hey! hey get the fuck off me! get off!” oh he thinks youre so cute, thinking you have any fucking leverage here? naked on his bed about to get raped? he twitches, he knows you felt it, because you give him a look of disgust that makes his heart flutter. “be good and ill let you go” he whispers, putting painful pressure on your wrists, he smiles when he feels you relax, already assuming natural bottom bitch position, you look so pretty, teary eyed, quivering bottom lip.

“atta girl” he murmurs in the crook of your neck, kissing sweetly down to the middle of your tits, he grabs a handful from each side, tweaking your nipples, pinching meanly, he cant help it, he wants to see you fucking sob. sensitive little thing you are, a bit of kissing and some heavy petting and youre reduced to a little puddle under him. “getting wet for me baby? for your rapist? needed this bad huh? just some dick, right baby? , didnt ‘cha, dont worry, leons gonna take care of ya” he asks patronizingly fucking pervert “please dont, please, im begging, ill do anything—“ your pleas fall on deaf ears cause leons holding your thighs spread and shoving his fat cock in you, it hurts, the stretch, you think you’ll puke.

Desperation settles into your bones, squirming, and trying to kick your legs out, and push him away. he doesnt like that one bit, he slaps you across the face hard, so hard it leaves a red imprint of his hand. “listen here you fucking cunt, this pussy is the only thing you’ve got going for you, dont make me put a bullet in your stupid fucking head” he growls, and your blood runs cold, and when you sob your cunt tightens around him and he bits his lip. “mhm” he grunts settling himself back between your thighs, feeding your cunt his dick, painful inch after inch, he doesnt stop till hes balls deep, tossing his head back and groaning. he starts moving immediately, his balls rapping against your ass. “so tight baby, all for me right? sucha good girl, fuck, so wet baby you like it rough dont you huh? dirty girl, your secrets safe with me” he pants gleaming over you like hes not raping you, like this is a consummation, like its your honeymoon.

He hooks his hands under your thighs bringing them up behind your head. you’ve officially become bitched. he reaches impossibly deep “leon, leon!” you hiccup between sobs, hes so fucking deep you feel him in your throat, he knows it must be painful, but girls are made for this, you can take it, his good girl. “you can take it, made for this baby, made for taking my fat cock up your cute little cunt” he groans, his lips catching yours, slobbering over you like an over excited dog, spit drips down his chin.

You bite down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood “FUCK!” he curses, he cums so hard, eyes rolling back into his skull, toes curling and his balls twitching against your ass…who knew..what a masochist. “you fucking bitch” he grunts post nut clarity of emptying his balls, he punches you, his fist connecting against the side of your face so hard it makes you forget where you are. “mmph dont worry baby…you have plenty of time to learn how a good little girl should behave” he says, doing an almost comical personality change. “we’re gonna be together for a long time” he says carressing the sides of your stomach…right…he came in you..raw.

“gonna be the prettiest mama” he hums laying on your chest, smiling up at you with a disgusting grin. ♡

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: addiction, serious illness

Totally done and still sad because I saw Daniel and this stupid girl today I came home after work. Nico wasn’t home yet. I was kind of relieved about that. I wasn't sure, if I should tell him? I mean, nothing happened, but what I said to Daniel today was just not ok! It was totally unfair and selfish.

As soon as I got home, I went for a walk with N.’s dog. Back home I took a shower & I lay down on the bed. I wasn’t feeling so well. I got serv pain in my right knee and my hands also hurt. It bothered me so much, that I had to take a painkiller. After that it slowly got better while I fell asleep.

A little later N. came home. I heard him come up to the bedroom and watch me sleep. Nico has an extraordinary talent for disturbing me while sleeping. No, tbh it's really cute. Every morning before he leaves the house, he comes back to the bedroom to me, while I’m mostly still sleeping. He kisses me and tells me quietly that he loves me. In the beginning I found it hard to get used to. It's annoying to be woken up by him in the morning (5.00 am!) just because he has to kiss me. Yk? It wasn’t until he was gone (abroad), that I realized how much I missed being woken up by him in the morning.🩷 But back to that day, it was not in the morning, but in the evening.

N. saw the painkillers I had taken next to me on the bed, thinking I was sick or something.

Nico: Hey babe.... Are you ok?

Me: M-hm... Yea, I'm ok.... Where were you? I missed you.

Nico: I said good-bye to Damien and the others. They’re going back to Italy tomorrow.

Me: Yea, without you.... You stay here, with me. So happy about that. Right now I need you with me. I've had a really, really bad day N.... And you? How is your new team? Are they nice?

Nico: Agh...well, what can I say? Germans, yk?🤷‍♀️😉 But it was ok and it’s nice to be home, not somewhere alone abroad ..... Did you see Dilek today?

Me: No, she’s sick. She stayed home.

Nico: Are you sick too? I see you’ve taken painkillers.

Me: My knee hurt again. Somehow my whole body hurts, my hands and legs... But I'm fine. 🙂

Nico: You should tell your doc. You are pregnant. Maybe it has something to do with it?

Me: Yea, but don't worry. I know this pain. It's nothing. I’ve had this pain since I was a kid. It comes and goes, but it’s not serious. My muscles and bones are just very sensitive to pain. 🫤

Nico: It’s all right, babe. But if I see you get pain again, I’ll take you to your doc. I don’t want to scare you, you know that! But you don’t hurt for no reason. Sure, it's nothing, but it’s better to get it checked out before you need to take painkillers again.

Me: Chill Nico!! I know you’re afraid I might get addicted to painkillers . But c'mon, N.! It's just ibuprofen. 😄🤷‍♀️My pill addiction is past. I know I was difficult for you back then, but I promise, this won’t happen anymore. Love you.

Nico didn’t worry about my pill addiction, but actually about the pain I had. A few days ago, my knee hurt so badly that I could not walk. I even cried. But after I took a painkiller, it stopped again. That pain I had in my muscles and bones will get really bad after delivery. Not immediately after delivery, a few months later. But I do not want to draw too much attention to this issue now. Later, when the time comes, I will explain this in more detail. These were the first symptoms of a serious illness. Since CML is not so easy to diagnose, it will take a while for me to get the diagnosis.

And about Daniel I didn't tell Nico. I was happy with N. and we’re about to have a Baby, so I decided to somehow forget Daniel and let him go. But something happened that night!😞 Daniel texted me at 1:00 a.m. I’ll see him tomorrow again. 😢

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts 4 story #myrlgameplay #rl story #cw addiction #cw pregnancy #cw leukemia #cw illness

[kakashiislut]

Oddly Specific 141 Head-Cannons.

Warnings: all fluff actually! Mentions of alcohol!

Authors Note: I kinda wrote this in a like? Past view point? If that makes sense. Lots of “he’d” and “you’d” sounds better this way (IMO of course babies) THIS IS GENDER NEUTRAL!!

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I’ve been dying for some Call Of Duty; Modern Warfare 2 stuff- then I remember I can write. So here. 💕💕🔮🔮

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Ghost 💀

-Ghost Is the type of guy to wear Those plaid red and black pajamas bottoms, paired of course with a black wife beater. When he wakes up after sleeping in all day, he’ll just stand in the middle of the living room, eyes still half way closed, smacking his lips every now and then, while his hands are scrunching up the pants where his knees are. His hair is messed up. Like so messed up, his little punk mullet Mohawk thing is going left and right at the same time. He looks lost almost. Trying to find you even though you’re just in the kitchen trying to figure out why the kettle won’t work.

“Aww! Did you sleep well baby?” You’d Coo at him, walking over to the giant, sleepy baby. “Are you sleepy still?” He’d nod his head, gently sniffling “you little baby…you’re so sleepy” you’d cup his face, standing on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his nose. How can such a high ranking man, succumb to such a sweet yet powerful lover. Easy. You’re just good like that.

“Okay, let’s go wash your face and we can have breakfast, sound good?” You’d hold his hand, walk him over to the bathroom where you’d wash his face for him. He deserved the babying.

Soap 🧼

-Soap Who’s so good at drawing for some odd reason. Back at home, he has all the supplies he’d ever need. His favorite is his medium sized sketch book and a good mechanical pencil. Of course he’d keep around an extra eraser. You’d often find him sitting on the roof, drawing whatever came to mind. His little earbuds in, head booping gently to the music, fingers tapping on the roof tile.

“Boo!” You cant scare him for your life, but it’s fun to try. He’d smile up at you, eyes fluttering and flashing. Damn, he’s a good flirt when he isn’t even trying. “What chu drawing, hawk man?” He’d give you a tiny smile for his stupid nickname. “I’m drawing you”

He’d turn his stupid little sketch book towards you, but instead of a picture of you, it was a drawing of a goblin running away with some gold. You’d glare at him. It would turn into a stare, before you break out into laughter, arms falling onto his shoulders to pull him into a hug. He makes you laugh. A lot.

Price 🥃

-Price who has a Great alcohol bottle collection. It spans so many varieties of alcohol, some stuff you’ve never seen in your life. They’re bottles with long necks, short necks, bottles shaped as pineapples, coconuts, dragons even. All are colored sorted and most are filled. It’s his proud little obsession. Everyone and anyone who’s steps foot into your house is getting a little tour of them.

Coming Home, you gently call out his name, waiting for him to respond. Quirking his head up, he stepped off the stool a bit “I’m in the kitchen, Dear!.” You’d walk in, place a couple bags on the table and stare at him with your arms crossed and head cocked to the side.

He was dusting his bottles off that sat on top of the cabinets.

“Oh so you’re finally doing some sort of cleaning around the house?” You quipped, cocking an eyebrow. “Hey! I do clean…” he’d say, sounding almost suspicious of himself.

Gaz 🦦

-Gaz who is absolutely obsessed with animals. You guys have two cats and they are his world. You’d often find him crouched down, both hands aggressively stroking the two cats backs in the middle of the night. They love it so much. They purr so loudly around him he’s constantly feeding them all the treats in the world. You scold him constantly for it. The cats are getting fatter…

Back home, at his parents place, they have a dog and everyone’s pretty sure the dog likes him more then his actual owners. Every-time Gaz is around, the pitt can’t help, but have so many zoomies it’s unbelievable. Gaz likes to speak to him and the cute pitty likes to “speak” back.

“Oh aren’t you just adorable. Aren’t you? Such a good boy, you’re the bestest boy” Gaz cooed, hands flopping its ears around. The dog would howl back at him, making funny noises. “Yes you are, look at you, are you singing? Ya? You singing the best song”

#send me asks #yes yes yes #fem dom #i love these men #soap cod #cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #ghost cod #cod x reader #cod headcanons #cod price #cod gaz #modern warfare ghost #modern warfare x reader #modern warfare Gaz #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #simon riley #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #john price #fan fic asks #fan fic writing #fan fic requests

[adobe-outdesign]

i love your korbat review! i hope it’s ok to request a color instead of a pet. could you review some UC grey pets? thank you!

(Similar to the species reviews, I'll do an overview of the color as a whole followed by my top three picks, plus a bonus extra least favorite.)

I'm not sure which member of TNT decided that there should be a paint brush for giving your pet clinical depression, but hey, I'm not complaining. I love neutral palettes, and the colour itself is super distinct—it would've been easy for this to just be a recolour ala silver, but instead they really went the extra mile in making it unique and distinct.

The only drawback to grey is that it has always been one of the colours impacted the hardest from customization. The entire point of the colour was less the palettes themselves (which are primarily, shocker, gray, sometimes with pink accents) and more the gorgeous artwork, which was incredibly expressive and sometimes outright beautiful. By making all the grey pets fit a rigid pose for customization, the colour ends up just being a recolour that happens to make your pet slightly depressed, instead of the full-on misery fest it used to be before conversion.

That said, I will defend customized grey pets a little—they do work as a great neutral base for customization and can look quite pretty when dressed up correctly. (Of course I, someone who has a converted grey Kougra, may be slightly biased.) Otherwise, this colour is best suited for UCs.

Favorite Species:

Yurble: The converted version is fine; it's not overly sad looking by any means, but that makes it a good base for customization. However, the UC version is the star here. What a fantastic design—the unfurled, limp ears are just perfection, and the long mane and drooping face are just wonderfully miserable. I also really like the pink eyes, which stand out nicely against the grey. The grey itself also has good contrast, with the dark eye markings really making the eyes pop.

Kougra: While this isn't the most interesting grey pet out there, I really like the overall look of the Kougra. The converted version doesn't look all that sad, but I like the subtlety stressed vibe and, like the Yurble, this makes it great for pets of any personality.

(Also, the customized version removes female Kougra's half-lidded eyes, which is a massive improvement across the board.)

Meanwhile, the UC is outright adorable, sporting a sitting pose, floppy ears, and an upward-looking expression befitting of a dog in one of those donation commercials. Once again, the pink eyes draw attention to the face, and the contrast between the shades of grey is good. I do think the stripes could've been a little drippy-er to really get that sadness down, but still, a very nice looking pet overall.

Acara: I was debating between the Acara and the Ixi for this, because I like both, but I have to go with the Acara for two reasons. First, the customized version looks pretty good—I appreciate the addition of tears to help make it look that much sadder, seeing as the pose is gone. It's not as neutral as some grey pets, but if you want a converted grey pet that still looks a bit sad, this is a good pick. Also, the pink ears and paws look lovely.

And secondly, the UC has a really neat thing conceptually wherein the horns are draped forward over the head instead of behind it. That's such a simple but fun visual touch, and like the UC grey Yurble's ears, it really helps to convey a sense of misery via the actual pet design. I also really like how it's leaning forward and looking up, like it's too tired to stand correctly. Great stuff.

Least Favorite Species:

Chia: Gotta give this one to the Chia. Even if you ignore the fact that it was made post-customization, meaning that there's no UC version to compare, it's also just really boring even by converted UC standards. There's no nice pink accents (unless you count the tongue), the hair looks fine, even the expression just looks more bummed out than depressed. I could've easily seen the feet being pink or the hair being mussy, or some deep shadows around the eyes; something to convey, well, anything, really. It's an alright customization base, but nothing more.

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The number of days Scott didn't want to get out of bed grew more frequent in the weeks following his visit to the flower cave. But it wasn't because his limbs felt far too heavy, or because his thoughts felt about as easy to hold on to as dead leaves on a windy day. Instead, it was because absolutely nothing held a bigger draw than the way Jimmy heaved a little sigh, slowly blinked his eyes open, and smiled sleepily when he saw Scott watching him.

If Scott got out of bed, he would have to interrupt the lazy way Jimmy kissed him or the gentle way Jimmy's hand ran up his arm or the eager way Jimmy nosed into Scott's neck and pressed closer until Scott held him. Once his canary decided he was hungrier for actual food than for cuddles Scott happily got out of bed, but until then, he wasn't going anywhere.

Loving and being loved by Jimmy made Scott ridiculously happy. Giddy, even. So that made it all the more bitter when he woke up to Jimmy's gentle smile and couldn't muster one of his own in return.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled into Jimmy's chest on one of those mornings when a sadness whose source he couldn't name settled into his bones.

"What for?" asked Jimmy, his fingers soothing in Scott's hair and his hand gentle on Scott's back.

Scott sighed. "I dunno, for being this weak and pathetic thing you have to babysit?" Shame and frustration burned in his throat. "For being a grown man who can't keep himself together just because he had to face the consequences of his own actions? Gods, I'm a mess."

"Hey now. Don't even start with all that nonsense." Jimmy rubbed Scott's back and peppered kisses along his hair. "You're strong, petal, you really are."

The unexpected pet name was enough to make Scott's thoughts pause, and he lifted his head to look at Jimmy questioningly. "...Petal?"

Jimmy looked embarrassed, and Scott knew if he hadn't had his arms full of dispirited elf then Jimmy would be running fingers through his own hair or rubbing the back of his neck. "I was thinking the other day about how bright and pretty you are, like a flower. And how, um, how soft your lips are. Like flower petals. And I dunno, it just sort of seemed to fit, you know? I can call you something else if you don't like it, or just by your name if you prefer, I know some people don't like - "

He was starting to ramble, and Scott cut him off with a kiss. "It's okay. I like it," he said softly. Jimmy smiled brightly, and while it didn't make Scott's heart soar as high as it usually did, it was enough to make the darkness that dogged him a little easier to bear.

Scott tucked his face against Jimmy's chest again, and they lay there in silence for a few more hours. He got the sense that there was something on Jimmy's mind, but lethargy had settled in again and asking questions felt beyond his capabilities. He had his suspicions. More than once in the last couple of weeks he had found Jimmy staring forlornly at Fwhip's bedroom door. It was four months and counting into Fwhip's absence, and the canary was no doubt missing his king.

"Would it help if you left?"

Jimmy's question broke Scott out of his doze, and he lifted his head in confusion. "What?"

Jimmy didn't meet his eyes. "Would you be happier if you could leave? If you weren't trapped here?"

There was a downturn to Jimmy's lips that Scott didn't like. He kissed the corner of Jimmy's mouth, then his jaw, then his cheek. "Being with you helps."

"That doesn't answer my question." Jimmy gazed at him, worry and guilt mingling in his eyes. "The worst snows are over, and it will begin melting soon. You have your belongings. You could leave."

Scott stared at him. "Are you...are you saying you want me to leave?" He hadn't considered the possibility that Jimmy might one day grow tired of him. He hadn't considered that one day he might be presented with the opportunity to escape and be filled with dread rather than joy.

"No, of course not!" Jimmy's feathers began to puff up in distress. "If I'm honest, I want you to stay forever. I meant it when I said I loved you." His cheeks went pink at the admission. "But I want you to be happy, too. And if that means leaving, then - "

Scott shook his head. "I can't. Fwhip made it quite clear that he would hunt me down if I left."

"I wouldn't let him," said Jimmy stubbornly.

"You would betray him for me?" asked Scott in disbelief. "Because that's what it would be, Jimmy. Betrayal."

Jimmy looked sick at the very thought. "I love him," he said in a small voice. "He's my king and my partner and I love him so much it hurts sometimes. But watching you suffer hurts too, Scott. You've been unhappy for a long time, and I can't stand it."

Scott considered it. Part of him wanted to take the opportunity while it was there. Part of him wanted to leave and get as far away from Gobland as possible and never enter another cave again.

Most of him, though, wanted to see Jimmy smile again. Most of him wanted to cover Jimmy's face in kisses and hold him close and reassure him that the place Scott wanted to be was right by Jimmy's side, and he did exactly that.

"You aren't entirely off-base," admitted Scott after Jimmy's sad look faded away. "I would prefer to be here of my own free will rather than as a prisoner. But I also know this isn't for too much longer." He cupped Jimmy's cheek in his palm. "You gave me a reason to keep going when I wanted to give up, sunbeam. The situation isn't perfect, but I can't imagine how leaving you could possibly make me any happier."

Jimmy studied him for a moment. "Okay," he said finally, and despite his earlier insistence, he looked relieved. "If you're sure."

"I am," said Scott, then smirked. "Also, kind of flattered that you would consider committing treason for my sake. If I weren't already in love with you, I definitely would have fallen for you today."

Jimmy grimaced. "Please don't tell Fwhip we ever had this conversation," he muttered.

"Of course not." Scott twined his arms around Jimmy's neck. "On one condition. I'm hungry now, and I want dumplings."

"You drive a hard bargain, but I think that can be arranged," said Jimmy with a smile. "Throw in a kiss and you have a deal." Scott smiled and kissed Jimmy, and once again he got out of bed for his songbird's sake.

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#empiresshipping #flower husbands #canary in the gold mine au #file: storm writes things #this feels really rough and it's probably gonna need SO much re-working when i start editing #but i wanted to get through it because! fwhip returns next time! :D #there will be some fhwimmy AND some scwhip happening soon I promise

[historicfailure]

Love Notes - How bad at flirting can you be?

2nd chapter: He just gets worse

You just wanted to keep your head down. You really did. Unfortunately, Kakashi's mere presence makes your blood boil; though, his actions are even more infuriating.

Hey there ^^

Second chapter, and I'm really happy how the first chapter worked out. Let's see if you guys like the second chapter as much as the first one :D

~ X ~

The notes continued, after you pinned a bright green stick-note to the upper rim of the monitor, making sure that everyone passing by could see it. You even drew a little smiley in the middle of it. When you left, you gave your note an encouraging nod. The next day, the note was gone, replaced by another, innocent note with a few more encouraging words which made you smile into your hands, before you looked around to see if you would catch someone in the act of watching you.

No one was even looking into your vague direction, too busy doing their assigned tasks.

Over the weeks following, you had lots of time to assemble a little pile of beautifully written, carefully folded and nicely worded small letters. You kept all of them in the small box in your desk, secured and only opened when you added the latest one. These messages of positivity, shy compliments and sometimes even little doodles oozed some kind of old charm to you. The writer obviously didn’t want to tell you his identity, and as far as you were concerned, you had no idea if he even hinted at it either. Too new, too inexperienced on inside jokes between the older colleagues. Sometimes, the notes were just a sentence long, a simple compliment to your work or wishing you a good day. Sometimes, they would be longer, describing little habits of yours and becoming nearly poetical in their compliments which would’ve been creepy if you hadn’t given the writer permission to send you further notes and if the compliments weren’t always borderline cute and innocent, never distasteful or bordering on crude.

On really special days, you would open a note and find a little drawing doodled on the paper. Mostly different dogs in funny little vests, sometimes flowers, and sometimes even rough sketches of people around the office in different poses. These were your favorite. The doodles, despite looking rough and like they were done in great haste, had a distinctive style and beauty to them.

While your bond with the secret note-writer grew and blossomed, the relationship with the goddamn arrogant bastard (a personal favorite of yours when you complained about his newest idiocy to Anko, Kurenai and Shizune) worsened and the already hard feelings between the two of you only seemed to harden with every argument. Your compilations of information on other marketing bureaus, reports, files, past campaigns you worked on, every little bit and piece of work you ever had done, Hatake seemed to know about and use it to get on your nerves, criticizing and making sly remarks at every opportunity he got. Sometimes, you even had the feeling he went out of his way to be a massive, annoying inconvenience especially for you when it came to your workload, but you couldn’t believe Kakashi would really sabotage any work-related tasks. Not even he would stoop that low, and you also had the feeling that the bastard respected Minato too, more than to actually mess with any of your files. He just criticized them, plucked them apart bit by bit, until you second-guessed yourself more than actually doing what you were paid for.

You hated Kakashi even more for that.

Not only that, though. No, that would’ve been too easy for the massive pain in your ass (a close second insult).

~ X ~

Every good office had this one room. This one room, praised and frequently visited by every person on the same floor and, sometimes, even several floors. Often small enough to not fit more than four or five people inside, but big enough to have a little kitchen counter, a microwave and the holiest grail: the coffee machine.

At Konohagakure Marketing, the coffee machine was an old and clunky thing. On a regular basis, the monstrosity would spit hot water while brewing a new can of coffee, the sounds the thing omitted in general could be described as ‘devilish’ and ‘unearthly’, and whoever had the misfortune to have to clean the coffee machine when it wouldn’t budge nor move (mostly happening in the afternoon, when it already had a few hours of work on its back), would have to deal with some kind of unidentifiable grease and coffee grounds stuck to their hands. Of course, that meant no one exactly wanted to deal with that particular task. Eventually, though, when the coffee wouldn’t flow anymore, it had to be done.

When you stumbled a few days after the headbutting with Kakashi into the small coffee corner, you prayed to the heavens that there was still enough coffee left. Cleaning the monster would take some time; time you definitely didn’t have today.

Luckily, there was still enough coffee left for approximately two more cups. Unfortunately, when you stepped into the room, someone else was already in there, a coffee can in one hand and one cup in the other.

“Hey.” Your smile couldn’t have fooled the blindest of blind people, and surely not Kakashi. He didn’t seem to mind, throwing an unworried, undisturbed smile back at you.

“Hello there. Also on the hunt for coffee?”

“Yeah.” The kitchen cabinets were almost overloaded with porcelain in different states. Most cups were just boring; white and with the stylized leaf of the office printed on one side. There were a few personal cups, though, and hell was raised if anyone else, but the owners of these cups were spotted using them. Quickly, you angled yours out of the cabinet, a huge and bright-red cup with white polka dots printed all over the surface.

Someone had moved your cup, though. Usually, you kept your cup on the lowest shelf of the cupboard, comfortably in your reach. Today, someone seemed to deeply hate you, placing the cup on the highest shelf and even pushing it a bit back. From your position, you could barely make out the edges.

You could feel Kakashi’s amusement in your back as you stared full of deserved hatred upwards, at the porcelain so far out of your reach that it also could be on another planet. Alright, that was a bit far-fetched, but still.

“Need a hand?” he asked.

Help? From him? Before you could control yourself, you snorted. “Thanks, but no, thanks.”

Kakashi shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

You could hear his smug grin even over the pouring of coffee into porcelain. Like every so often, whenever he even looked into your direction, your eyes would automatically roll into the back of your head. Damn, you really couldn’t believe you used to look up to him. Sure, his work was without a doubt marvelous and praise-worthy, but all in all, humanly speaking, Hatake was just one of millions of douchebags. Nothing worthy to be sad and hung up over.

Fine. Fine. You would get your mug. No problem.

Thankfully, you wore a pair of jeans today. This would’ve been even more embarrassing with a skirt or dress. Like you had done so every single day of your life, you swung your knee onto the kitchen counter. One testing jump, then the other knee followed. Instantly, your head was at the same level as the highest shelf. From there on, it was child’s play to get your mug and safely slip down to stand again full of triumphant satisfaction in front of the pain in your neck.

“Impressive.” Hatake’s voice was just as impassive as always. “Now, a sideways flick-flack with a screw-landing backwards.”

“I’m still working for a marketing company, not for a circus.”

“Strange. You look like a clown to me.”

How dare he-! Biting heat swirled through your stomach, rose into your chest and up into your head. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, drowning everything else out. How dare he insulted you like this! That was it, he couldn’t insult you like that and not expect you to run to Minato like…

Like a schoolgirl running to the teacher and snitching on her classmates.

As the new one, that wouldn’t shine a good light on you. Not a team player, you heard a mock-version of Minato’s voice say, deep in the back of your mind, not able to take a little jest.

Minato would never say that. He would take an official complaint seriously, even when it would come from you. However, the doubt was planted in your brain. Like that, you just gripped the handle of your cup tighter, tensing your jaw until you could nearly feel your teeth crack.

Hatake raised a single eyebrow, lazy in his execution and mocking in his expression. “Nothing to say? How disappointing.”

Before you could retort something, anything would be great, he stepped into your personal space. No preamble or warning. Just an invasion, straight up, unbothered by the close contact. Damn, his chest was nearly molded to yours! How could he do that without an inkling of shame or embarrassment?

Instinctively, you drew your shoulders upwards, cupping the mug close to your chest. Hell, his legs were softly pressing against your upper thighs, the rims of his hoodie were falling around your body! Was he doing that to ruffle your feathers? To unnerve you?

Well, if that is his intention, then it’s fucking working!

With wide eyes, you only stare at Hatake, how he reached upwards, behind your head. Caught between the kitchen counter and the man, you couldn’t escape, only look up at the neckline of his dark V-shirt, the long, pale neck, the sharp jaw, the little dark spot just below his mouth… All of that was so close, pleasantly accompanied by the warm, slightly sharp, slightly sweet scent of some kind of deodorant and natural smell.

Suddenly, he looked down, little creases around his eyes, amusement curling his lips into the sliver of a smile. “Is that here a problem?”

You could only shake your head in a terribly weak manner (only later, you would realize that and scold yourself).

His little cocky smile widened, the corners of his mouth curling even further. And wasn’t that a dimple in his cheek? “Good.”

And then he was gone, while you could only stand there and cling to your mug like your life depended on it. Your brain seemed to be paralyzed, short-circuited, simply frozen without a chance to recover soon.

Hatake now held two mugs instead of one in his hands, placed one of them beside you on the corner, and raised the can to the empty mug. “Nice. How kind, that you let me empty the can and want to clean the coffee machine. Such a collegial coworker.”

The curtain lifted. Quickly, you rewind the conversation you just had, trying to find out when the hell did you give permission to Hatake to take all the coffee?

Wait… Is that here a problem? Did he really…?

You jerked up. “Wait! I never agreed to this!”

“Too late.” Surprisingly fast, Hatake had emptied out the can to the very last drop. With both of his hands occupied as he grabbed the other mug, he waved with one of his little fingers at you, all closed eyed, fake smiles and sheer arrogance. You really wanted to break the stupid finger in the exact moment when the fucker left the kitchen, the smugness radiating from him in fucking waves.

Slowly, you released your death grip around your mug. Finger for finger, until you placed the porcelain with an audible sigh on the counter. Then, your eyes wandered to the coffee machine, the empty can, and the unmistakable sign right above the machine: Please refill the coffee for everyone when the can is empty!

Kakashi planned this. You were halfway sure. And when the darn thing didn’t want to work, and you had to suffer through the excruciating cleaning process (the grease was everywhere, beneath your fingernails up to your wrists, some spots even made their way to the sleeves of your jacket) you wanted to scream and shout, trash this stupid machine and trash Hatake with it in the next best trash bin.

~ X ~

I know it sounds sappy, but when I see your smile at any time of the day, I instantly feel better. I could have the shittiest day ever, and you and your smile would always be able to brighten it up. I never had a reason to be excited to come to work, but since you work here, I’m actually looking forward to coming in. Even the boss is surprised to see me so much, when I usually work from home.

Be prepared to be swamped with Thank-You cards from him.

PS: Your cursing at the coffee machine could be heard on the entire floor. It was terribly cute.

~ X ~

This morning was such bullshit. First, the train line you used to commute was late to begin with, then the train you waited twenty extra minutes for broke down three stations before you would’ve jumped off and on top of that, it started to rain five minutes into your walk. Soaked, with blisters at your small toes from running in shoes you weren’t used to run in, and with a coffee spot on your jeans you hadn’t noticed when pulling this pair over your legs this morning, your day couldn’t get any worse.

You instantly revised that opinion when you entered the foyer of Konohagakure Marketing. Yes, this morning still had the potential to become even worse, just by the sight of Kakashi lingering around the front table and flirting with the secretary there. One arm casually draped over the glassy surface of the modern, cutting-edge counter, his entire body leaning against it and his bored, black eyes instantly flying over to you when you entered; a personified, wet, dripping mess. In total comparison to his outer depiction of calmness, coolness and charismatic self.

Gods, you hated this man with every fucking fiber of your frustrated, late and exhausted being.

“Oh, (Y/N).” If possible, Kakashi leaned even more onto the counter, while the blonde secretary couldn’t rip her eyes away from the view right in front of her. “What’s up?”

“Nothing which would be your business.” With a growl, you brushed past him. Though, steps in your back told you that today, Hatake only wanted to add to your terrible mood.

“You’re so mean to me,” he whined, yes, whined at you, all the while dramatically gesturing around like he acted out one of the great Shakespearean tragedies, “when I just politely inquired to know how your day has treated you so far.”

“My day,” you started, growling lowly in the back of your throat and still trying to hang onto your control to not snap at your senior like he deserved, “has been a little bit stressful. Thank you for asking.”

“Maa, no problem.” He had the audacity to shrug, hands in the pockets of his tight-fitted jeans and the edges of his black knitted cardigan revealing the soft-looking fabric of the grey t-shirt underneath. You hated this outfit. Yes, you hated how much you liked to see it on him. Kakashi looked comfy, drowning in the soft wool, ready to fall asleep or walk over the runaway of Paris. One of these things, at least. One look at the secretary, and you knew she was of the same opinion. Her eyes were still glued to Kakashi’s back, sparkles glittering in her iris and something akin to childish wonder radiating from her.

You turned around again and snorted under your breath. Yeah. Pathetic.

Hey. Only a few days ago, you would’ve made the same heart-eyes if THE Kakashi Hatake would’ve talked to you.

At the end of the room was an elevator and to the right the door leading into the staircase. Most days, you would take the stairs, as the bureau was only two levels above, but some days, you were as lazy as you could be and called the elevator. Today was definitely such a day. You deserved this elevator ride. Before you could reach out to the button to call it, Kakashi had pulled a hand from his pockets and pushed it, all the while smiling.

Suspicious. Your eyes squinted, but you let it go. “Thank you.”

The smiling wrinkles around his eyes deepened. “No problem.”

Silently, you waited for the elevator. Only a low hum of Kakashi vibrated in the air. If you weren’t mistaken, it was In the End by Linkin Park.

You hadn’t taken Hatake as someone who would listen to Linkin Park. Another suspicious glance into his direction, then you concentrated onto the closed door of the elevator once more. Just a few more seconds, then you could hopefully dry a little bit in the security of the office. Just a tiny bit further, you could already hear the whirring of the elevator coming closer, the tiniest bit of luxury on this terrible, exhausting day.

A soft ‘ding’ alerted you, and really, the doors slid open. But before you could only take a single step inside the elevator, the shuffling in your back told you something was coming and that you wouldn’t like it.

“Kakashiiiiiii, let me come with you!” Apparently, over the last few minutes, you became invisible. Otherwise, you couldn’t explain how the secretary just pushed quite rudely past you, knocking against your elbow. Your bag, already slightly askew on your wet shoulder, completely lost its footing. In slow motion, you could feel how the bag dropped to the ground, but were still unable to stop it. Only when the noise of splattered food, water and the miserable rest of your good mood of this day reached your ears, you looked down. There, your personal life spread out on the floor, while the chatty secretary just wrinkled her nose at the chaos she created, before grabbing Kakashi’s arm, who stood wide-eyed at the crime scene.

“Let’s go,” the dumb blonde whined and tugged at his sleeve, “you still have to tell me about what happened with the butter and the…” She giggled in an apparently cute way, but the only thing which happened was that you had the feeling a little tinnitus pierced through your brain.

Surprisingly, though, Kakashi didn’t immediately take off. Instead, as you crouched down to hastily collect your stuff while worrying what you would eat for lunch today, he also sank to his knees.

“Don’t bother,” you growled as his hands reached for your soaked purse, “better stay with your new friend to make sure she doesn’t get lost upstairs.”

The subtle hint wasn’t lost on Kakashi. If you weren’t mistaken, small wrinkles of amusement formed around his eyes, before he nodded and moved upwards again. “If you insist.”

“Yes, I fuck-! I insist.” You were already raking through the mess, trying to make out what was still usable and what wasn’t, but only the quick shuffle of feet and the continued whining of the dumb secretary suddenly stopping, cut off by the soft closing of the elevator doors, told you that even the little bit of luxury you hoped today for was lost.

And even though this time, he wasn’t completely at fault, you couldn’t help it. You loathed Kakashi even more for being the flirtatious, obnoxious piece of shit he was outside and inside.

~ X ~

I’m sorry you had such a shitty morning. I’m sorry, but I think nobody didn’t hear how you complained to Anko about all the misfortune happening to you. Rightfully so. Maybe tomorrow though, the world is a little bit brighter. And even though I hope my notes are a small window to some sunshine of tomorrow, I wouldn’t dare to assume that.

I just hope the coffee I made for you warms you a bit up after all you’ve been through today. No worries, it’s just like you take it. I asked around. I swear, I’m not stalking you! >-<

~ X ~

However, it didn’t stop at taking the last bits of coffee or stealing the elevator when you already started into a shit day. No, Kakashi’s pettiness knew no limits and unluckily, you hadn’t experienced the true extent of said pettiness yet.

Every day, work would start with a meeting to discuss ongoing projects, clients and other things which came along with marketing. Sometimes, there was nothing to discuss and Namikaze would use these meetings to congratulate everyone for their hard work and would send his subordinates on their merry way, with a just as merry smile on his face.

Today was not such a day.

These kinds of meetings were usually held inside one of the bigger conference rooms, where most of the marketeers, designers and whoever worked even remotely at Konoha Marketing would find a place to sit. Namikaze would usually stand, while you preferred to find a seat at the other side of the room to melt into the rows and rows of faces looking up at him. Usually, Kakashi wouldn’t even be present, and if he was present, he wouldn’t even try to hide the earbuds playing eerily loud music.

As stated, today was not a usual day. Already when you came into the room, chatting with Anko and Kurenai over your shoulders, you spotted Kakashi. The asshole was silently whispering with Namikaze, earbuds nowhere in sight and a stack of papers in front of him. Immediately, a nauseous queasiness spread through your stomach. Something wasn’t right here, and the feeling only intensified when Kakashi suddenly looked up and met your eyes. A teasing little grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and when he nodded, merely a little lift of his chin, your heart plummeted right through the floor.

Panicked, you reached for Anko’s arm while she went ahead to grab your usual seats. “Get me out of here!”

She turned her head. “What the fuck?”

“Kakashi schemes something, I can feel it!”

“Since when are you an antenna for his brain?”

With the desperation of a dying woman, you tugged at Anko’s sleeve. “I just know,” you hissed, “I just fucking know he’s up to something, okay? Please, get me out of here before Namikaze starts the meeting, I don’t want to-!”

However, you realized it was too late when Namikaze stood up from his chair and coughed, catching easily the entire attention of the room. He just had that little special spark which was able to entice an entire room of energetic, creative adults.

Paying someone’s salary did that.

Jokes aside, Minato Namikaze was just that charismatic. He had the expertise, the skills and was still humble, despite having founded one of the leading marketing companies in the entire country. Not the fake-humble some people loved to put on to show off at charity events and publicity stunts. Namikaze still felt real. Just one of the reasons why you didn’t hesitate when you noticed there was an open position on his team.

“Attention, please.” Even his smile was like the sun itself as he looked around the room, seemingly looking at everyone around like he was their friend, and he was in the middle of hosting a potluck dinner. “Alright, we have lots of work to do in the next few months. We finally got the confirmation that Akatsuki will work with us again for their next spring campaign, there are three rebranding tasks fresh in our care and the city council also wanted to talk with us about possibly creating an internet presence worth following, but I digress. Lots of work, that’s what I’m saying here. Kakashi, Akatsuki wanted you again on board for their campaign. I expect only the very best.”

Unusually serious, the younger man nodded. “Yes. I’m on it.”

“The team around you and Akatsuki will consist of Kurenai, Asuma, Gai, Genma, Anko and (Y/N). Any questions?”

Working on the same team with Hatake. For a brief moment, you closed your eyes and tried not to cry out in sheer and utter frustration at the thought of having to work with the adult-sized toddler that supposed genius actually was. It would be hell, you were already sure. More of his constant criticism of your work, more “funny” pranks he considered nothing but a joke but would be a massive pain in the ass to deal with, not to talk about the antics he would throw while he was supposed to seriously work with you.

Then, you opened your eyes from the short reprieve and coincidentally found yourself looking at Hatake, who just happened to scoff weakly and roll his eyes. His eyes met yours and once more, his eyes rolled upwards.

Your stomach sank, and you could feel heat rising up to your face. And to top it off, you realized Minato also heard the quiet scoff and had stopped to look at Kakashi with a slightly concerned, slightly disbelieving stare.

“Care to tell us your concerns?” your boss asked.

This does not end well. I can feel it.

Kakashi leaned back into his chair, all calm confidence and superiority complex at once, arms crossed and chin raised. “Just some worries when it comes to the accuracy of the necessary information. I have to say, the reports which I’ve received lately were peppered with inaccurate details and unnecessary parts I personally don’t agree with.”

An attack directly aimed at you. If possible, you grew even redder and slouched into your chair. There was just no other way to see it; you were the latest addition to Konohagakure Marketing, the newest member, the weak link so to speak. Not to talk about that some of Kakashi’s complaints had been heard by other people already who weren’t exactly stupid and probably were figuring out in this very second who exactly Kakashi was talking about.

It wasn’t exactly hard, anyway.

Minato merely raised a single eyebrow. “Really? Personally, I think the quality of the reports have improved over the last months. Also, I think you also mentioned a few days ago how one of these “unnecessary” new parts actually helped you to add a nice little detail to an ongoing campaign the client liked and pointed out. So, I can’t quite understand your criticism now.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Very carefully, you peaked up from your lap and looked around. More than one person looked at Kakashi and almost all of them had not-so-sneaky grins on their faces at seeing the aloof man getting smacked in the face with his own hypocrisy. Well, you didn’t expect Minato to speak up on your behalf, but now that he did, you couldn’t be more grateful. When his crystal-clear, blue eyes quickly flickered over, you nodded sharply. Minato nodded back, merely a weak twitch of his chin, before winking at you.

Yes, you weren’t above admitting that your boss was a good-looking and also happily married man. Nevertheless, that wink added a few years to your lifetime, which Hatake had stolen before with his stupid antics.

Fuck him. Fuck Hatake. He really tries to make me look stupid in front of the entire team!

Nothing came back from the lanky man, who lowered his hand not quite in shame, but to stare at his notebook with an unreadable expression you didn’t know if you should be worried about or not.

“Any more questions?” Minato looked around, his cornflower-blue eyes daring anyone to speak up. No one did. “Alright. Now, with that out of the way, I would like to turn towards the rebranding tasks-!”

You stared blindly at the top of the table, unable to see anything. Even Anko’s slight tugs on your sleeve didn’t disturb your intense concentration, nor did the glances all your colleagues gifted you from time to time, still curious about the bureau drama Kakashi started. The realization only sunk now in, what exactly he had done.

He doubted your work in front of everyone. And even when Minato defended you, even if Kakashi disproved his own doubts, the other colleagues would probably always keep his complaints in mind while working with you. A stigma you would carry with you for as long as you would work with all of these people.

Only barely, you managed to keep your tears inside. It took your sharp fingernails digging into the soft tissue of your palm, but you managed, and that was everything which counted. One thought crystallized itself clearly out of the emotional mess inside your head.

Fuck Kakashi Hatake. Fuck Kakashi Hatake. Fucking fuck Kakashi fucking shit-stained Hatake.

You had no idea if he was still hung up on your little act of defiance of not bringing him coffee when it wasn’t part of your job description. It definitely seemed like it. However, it was a matter of fact that he took it too far. He attacked you in front of the entire room of colleagues and your boss, doubted your work morale and results and thus, tried to push you off of his group which would work as a highly influential marketing campaign for Akatsuki. Experience, connections and the chance to see your ideas on the biggest billboards around the city. There wasn’t a better stepping stone for a marketeer career, and Kakashi fucking knew that. He knew, and took it upon himself to put you in a bad spot from the get go.

He had been nothing but an inconvenience up until now. Nothing but an annoying asshole, bearable despite all the tricks and traps he was planning to make your life at Konohagakure Marketing miserable. But now, he went for your job, and that was unforgivable.

Mentally, you made a note to write a statement for Namikaze, maybe even report Hatake for harassment, bullying, whatever. Just a paper trail would be good at this point, to prove you tried to use official means to fend off his stupid pranks.

Only Anko noticed your inner turmoil. Not a lot of people knew she was quick in picking up the smallest of cues, shrugged her even off as a mere brash woman who laughed too loudly and made crude jokes, but underneath all of that was a perceptive and almost annoyingly sharp, loyal friend. She noticed your sudden silence and how you withdrew from the meeting inside your own head.

A finger softly poked into your folded hands. “Hey,” her whisper was for once silent enough to only be heard by you two, “everything good?”

You nodded weakly. Of course, Anko didn’t buy that.

“You sure?”

Again, you nodded. Merely a faint lowering of your chin, but you nodded. Anko threw a last worried glance into your direction, poked your hands again with a tenderness which almost made you cry out loud, before turning back her attention to the meeting and Minato.

At this point, you were through a whirlwind of emotions and probably would’ve gone through many, many more. However, you made the mistake of looking up, right up into Kakashi’s face. His silver eyebrows were drawn together, dark eyes set on you and met yours when you glanced at him, arms crossed in front of his chest and like always effortlessly looking like he just fell out of bed, in the unbearably attractive kind of way.

When your eyes met, your dread and sorrow suddenly turned into fiery-hot rage and anger. How dare he. How dare he look all concerned and worried now, when the damage was already done. He couldn’t take his words back, nor could make the people around him forget he had spoken them. How dare he look like he regretted now what he had done.

You sent Kakashi your best “I would kill you if it was legal”-glare. Immediately, he whipped his head away, ears red and long, elegant fingers spinning an expensive looking pencil round and round.

A paper trail. Preferably yesterday. Your fingers shook ever so slightly as you wrote a short note for yourself in barely readable chicken-scratch onto the very edge of your notepad. Right after this meeting was over, you had to speak with Minato in private. You just had to. Who knew what Kakashi was also capable of when he was also willing to endanger your career over some kind of petty revenge he was hellbent on pushing to the maximum level. This was ridiculous, to be completely honest. There was no reason for him to be such a little bitch, for the lack of a better word, about something so small as disturbing him at the wrong time once and not immediately falling to his feet.

No one else had this kind of problem with him. Was it because you were new, maybe? To show you your place once and for all?

At the silly thought, you snorted to yourself. Again, Hatake’s eyes instantly flashed over, flickering up and down and getting stuck at your hand still holding your pen.

Fuck him, you thought. Ever so gently, you uncurled and curled your fingers until only your middle finger was holding the pen, the other fingers balled into a tight, white-knuckled fist. You knew he understood, just by the way the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes deepened by a margin, before Hatake turned his full attention once more to Minato.

Fucking bastard. Arrogant prick. Stupid asshole.

For the rest of the meeting, you tried to concentrate on your boss explaining and relaying more crucial information about incoming jobs, but your mind kept on drifting elsewhere. More specifically, to the confusing, infuriating, annoying man who continued to rob your last nerve.

Not like there was much to understand.

It was no coincidence you were idling a bit around after the meeting, shuffling your notebook over the table and playing with your pen to the point Anko threw worried glances at you as she stood up.

“Everything alright, girl? You’re starting to worry me there. Is it a psychotic breakdown?”

“Not yet, Anko. Not quite there yet.” Banter with your colleague came easily to you, but your eyes always followed Minato’s movements. He was still talking to the bastard, all smiles and sunshine and bright happiness. Seriously, it was almost unbearable to watch them both.

How unfair was that? Both men were ridiculously attractive. In fact, all people in this marketing firm were ridiculously attractive, even Gai a level above! In his own special way, but he also got a little fan club as much as you were aware (and Anko was part of it, you were pretty sure).

Made you wonder a bit why you were hired, as it seemed that there was a hiring requirement you didn’t fulfill.

Finally, Hatake just nodded while turning away from his boss. Strangely enough, he gave you a last lingering look before leaving the conference room as well. Time for you to attack, or more like, speak with Minato yourself. Who knew what kind of unreasonable concerns he would bring up now?

“Hey there,” your boss smiled warmly over the table while you gathered the last bits of your belongings, “Is everything alright?”

“Why shouldn’t it be?”

Minato clicked his tongue. “Ah, just a little bird told me about a certain tension in my office. And that you and my s-! Kakashi are involved.”

“You heard us.” Just a flat statement, because there couldn’t be another way. Fuck, his office was right there, right beside Hatake’s, and the “tension” between you and him were really not a secret anymore.

Never was, to be exact.

You tried to look ashamed, even when a small part of you just wanted to defend yourself. It wasn’t your fault Hatake was an asshole. It wasn’t your fault he always tried to rile you up. It wasn’t your fucking fault, Hatake thought endangering your job was funny or something.

In comparison, Minato was more open than you. Blood creeped up into his face as he smiled once more, clearly ashamed for spitting the truth just out instead of clothing the harsh words into nicer clothes. “I admit, Kakashi is sometimes… difficult. Only the gods know what goes on inside of him, and I won’t even pretend that I will ever understand some of his antics. But I also won’t tolerate him bullying new employees. That is not alright, nor would I ever accept that kind of thing in my company.”

Reassuring, kind words. Definitely what you needed from your boss, but that alone didn’t seem like it would be enough.

“Are you sure that will work on Hatake?” The question was faster out than you intended. When Minato’s piercing blue eyes met yours, you held his gaze, but quickly moved on before his gaze would burn you on the spot. “I mean, I don’t know. He seems like he won’t take any criticism seriously.”

At that, Minato’s gaze darkened. Darkened to the point, he didn’t seem like the same relaxed, happy person you knew for a few months now. Goosebumps peppered their way down your arms, and you barely kept yourself from rubbing them through the sleeves.

“Believe me, (Y/N). I will make sure he will stop his behavior from now on. Rest assured.”

You decided further discussion wasn’t worth the potential trouble. So, you merely nodded and fled the room, not sure if the talk went well or disastrously wrong.

~ X ~

You couldn’t believe it. Again, your eyes raked over the slightly disorganized rows inside the fridge. Like every morning, you had placed the Tupperware with your soup right in the top row, beside Shizune’s salad, Anko’s massive bowl of pasta and Kurenai’s elegant box with her healthy bento, lovingly prepared by Asuma (even though he always denied any involvement).

It should be there. You were absolutely sure you placed it inside the fridge, like every fucking day.

Again, you closed the fridge, only to open the door immediately after. Like your soup would magically appear out of thin air, even though you already tried that particular move two times already.

Well, three times were the charm. But yet again, you had to stare at the suspicious gap between Tupperware boxes and did not know where your soup went.

“Fuck,” you grunted under your breath as you closed the fridge for the final time. Someone just straight up took your lunch. Your labeled lunch. Just… fantastic. Very unlikely to see it again.

However, just when you went back to your desk to get your purse to go out and buy an overpriced lunch at one of the small hip cafés downstairs, you spotted something disturbing. Something which made your blood boil, to the point of stopping right in your tracks, staring wildly for a second, only to charge forward like a bull who just spotted a red flag.

“I’ve had enough! I fucking have it!”

Shaking in anger, heart pounding in your chest, you stormed over to Kakashi’s desk. This absolute fucker had his shitty headphones on, innocently staring at his asshole-PC while spooning some goddamn soup into his mouth.

Your soup. Out of your Tupperware. Which you placed in the office fridge, in your labeled area of the fridge.

Enough was enough. There was a fine line which Kakashi just crossed, which his previous offenses didn’t. The coffee, the elevator, even the fucking meeting where he had to begrudgingly accept your presence on his team by his boss’ order were still inside a very specific area you could forgive to an extent. Were you holding a grudge against him? Hell, fuck yes. Would you like to screw him over like he deserved? Of course not. You talked with Minato, he nodded and said he would speak to Hatake, but that was it. Nothing came out of it but tense, clipped conversation between you and him in every damned team meeting he held over the new Akatsuki-campaign.

But stealing your food? The one thing you brought from your own home, placed in your area in the fridge, and he had the fucking audacity to steal it with his grabby little lithe hands.

(The attractive asshole.)

Right in front of his desk, you came to a stop. He didn’t look up, even though you just knew he noticed you. Instead, he continued to intently stare at his screen, swirling his spoon through the soup you cooked and prepared and sweated over to get it just right.

You crossed your arms over your chest. No reaction, despite him sneaking a glance into your direction.

One twitch of your eyebrows upwards. “Is the soup tasty?”

That caught his attention. The asshole shrugged, while you had to keep yourself from reaching over the desk and strangle him until that stupid disinterested, bored expression was wiped from his face forever. “It’s alright. Nothing special. Too little salt.”

Too little salt!? How dare he??

Only by a margin, you managed to keep the outrageous scream of pure, unaltered rage inside your chest. Your jaw felt like snapping into two though from biting your own tongue so hard. “Yeah?” you hissed out. “Very unlucky for you. Where did you get it from?”

With the spoon, he gestured over into the direction of the office kitchen. “Just grabbed it out of the office fridge.”

“Mhmm, interesting. You know,” you leaned forward, “as huge as this coincidence might be to you, this morning, I filled a really similar looking Tupperware with a really similar soup. And – again! – coincidentally, my Tupperware went missing when I just went to check my labeled place in the fridge…”

To your eternal satisfaction, Kakashi stopped around the middle of your little speech. His eyes were stuck on the screen, staring blindly into the brightly lit monitor, the spoon with another mouthful of soup lowered itself slowly, oh so slowly back into the bowl, before his head turned just as slowly around to look at you with the biggest puppy eyes you had ever seen on any man.

Unluckily for him, he had ruined any goodwill for any kind of puppy eyes in you weeks ago.

Uncrossing your arms, you clicked your tongue. “Seriously, fuck you Hatake. Fuck you sideways. The only thing I did to you was annoy you one goddamn time, and you instantly set out to make my entire life here at work hell. This is the last straw. I’m going to Namikaze to file a complaint against you and I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re his little pet or whatever, or if I get thrown out for insulting his top marketeer. You hear me?” You couldn’t hold it in any longer. A single tear which had burned in your eye for some minutes now finally fell. Quickly, you wiped it away, before hissing again at Hatake, who stared wide-eyed and with something akin to panic on his face at you. “I will fucking take the loss if that just means I get away from you. I’ve had enough. You’re the worst person I’ve met so far and if I could rewind time and stop myself from ever going up to you, I would fucking do it, just to spare me the utter disappointment of having the displeasure of knowing how much of an asshole you are.”

The last string simply snapped for you. A last scoff at him, then you turned away, towards the office of your boss. Not even five steps later you heard the clutter of his chair being pushed away, so quickly it fell over, hurried steps running after you, only for his hand to reach for your arm.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” With a sharp hiss, you flinched away from Hatake. How dare he! How dare he even try to hold you back now, only to maybe not be scolded by Namikaze! How dare he had the guts to look at you with big, pleading eyes, how dare him for being the attractive bastard he was and for knowing exactly how attractive it was! And the audacity he had to try and use it for his advantage!

Right in front of Namikaze’s office, you stopped, Hatake right on your trail, swiveled around and hissed again into his face, the fury burning right in your throat and down into your chest. “I said,” with gusto, you jammed your index finger into his chest, and the short lightning of pain was even worth the shock flashing over his features, “I don’t care about your puppy eyes or your excellent marketing campaigns or the many people you take home. I don’t care about you, Hatake, and your pitiful attempts at stopping me!”

“Please, can you let me explain-?”

“This is far beyond explaining! I don’t owe you anything! Nothing at all! I just want to get away from you, so leave me the hell alone!”

The entire office was staring. Kind of hard not to notice the loud fight, with the room being open and all desks loosely gathered in front of Minato’s office. The poor Iruka tried so hard not to look, even though you stood merely one meter or so away from his front desk.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care. The stolen soup – your missed lunch! – was the last drop in this ever-filling bucket.

There he stood, the smug bastard of a man-child. Wearing a pair of loose, washed-out jeans with holes at the knees, a wide cardigan in the same shade as his gray hair and a dark shirt with some silly, almost destroyed print. Though, the longer you stared at him, you couldn’t help but to notice that Hatake didn’t look smug at all. No, under no circumstance you would describe the drawn-together eyebrows, the hard tug around his mouth and the nervous twitch of his hands as smug.

Feeling sorry for him wasn’t an option. Gosh, you were such a pushover, already feeling sorry for him when he was the one to make your work life miserable! No, not today! You would make Minato listen to your complaint (if he didn’t notice the ruckus right outside his office already) and this time, you would demand some action. Talking obviously did jack-shit to change Hatake’s attitude.

Though, before you could knock at Minato’s office, the door was pushed open. To your unending shame, not your boss peered outside, but his wife. Kushina was just as beautiful as a rose, with her fiery-red hair and her even features, yet her temper was quick to anger and slow to cool down. And right now, she looked at Hatake and you with the same intent as a wolf on the hunt.

At least, that was how you imagined a wolf on the hunt. Not that you ever had seen one, but you felt like a small rabbit as you shrunk under her intense glare.

“Both of you,” she jerked the door wide open, revealing nothing but an empty desk and chair inside, “get in here. Before I forget myself.”

Like scolded children, you followed her into the office. Heads lowered, steps hesitant, sneaking angry glances at each other when Kushina wasn’t looking. This was truly ridiculous! This wasn’t your fault, Hatake could just stop being such an asshole and leave you alone and foremost, not eat your food! It was unfair you were cited into the office like a child who misbehaved!

But I did misbehave. I lost my shit, screamed around, threw a tantrum.

What a shitshow. I should be ashamed of myself.

Shit. Does she want to fire me?

She does. Oh god, Kushina will fire me. She’s Minato’s right hand basically, she can just suggest she doesn’t think I will be a good fit for the company. Oh, fuck. Shit, shit, shit!

Tears burned in your eyes at the mere thought. Your heart pounded in your chest, your knees were trembling. For a moment, you thought you couldn’t take another step forward, too terrified to face your fate. But your head and body were disconnected. Your legs carried you further, right before the desk of Minato where Kushina sat down, with the same grace a true empress would use to claim her rightful throne.

You didn’t dare to look at her. You also didn’t dare to move your eyes away from the ground. Better be safe than sorry. 

“Kushina,” Hatake had the nerve to speak up, even though the silence was icy to the point of freezing, “this is ridiculous. It was a simple misunderstanding, nothing to get angry-!”

“I decide,” Kushina  snarled, her mouth curled into a growl, “what I get angry over and what not. And this shouting match you had in the open office is in my opinion definitely something to get angry over.”

“It was nothing, really!”

“Didn’t sound like nothing to me.”

“Kushina, it wasn’t-!”

“Hey, pipsqueak.” 

Pipsqueak. The insult came so unexpected, so completely out of the blue, you couldn’t help but to snort loudly into the icy silence. Quickly, you got yourself back under control, but the eyes of the other people in the room were already on you.

“Something the matter?” Kushina’s voice made the short-lived amusement die right then and there. “Your shouting made me notice your fight in the first place. You disturbed the peace in this office with the fight you both are responsible for, because you’re both adults long enough to know how to act at your workplace.”

She was right, of course. You should know how to act in a professional setting, but you forgot your manners and professionalism just for a second there. 

“I apologize,” you mumbled, “it certainly wasn’t my intention to cause a ruckus.”

“What was your intention then?”

“I was… angry. Probably to make this anger known to the person who caused it.”

“That would be the pipsqueak here.” Not a question, just a raw statement without any judgment. 

Carefully, you peaked up into Kushina’s face. Her anger had calmed down, the hard lines smoothened out again. Her hands were folded on top of the table, the epitome of calculating calmness. In her business suit, her hair tied back into a high ponytail and with her regal aura, it was hard to not say the truth, not that you ever intended to lie in the first place.

“Yes,” you answered, “it was Hatake. For a few weeks, he's been deliberately tormenting me.”

“Tormenting?” Her surprised tone showed exactly how much she didn’t expect that. Kushina glanced at Hatake, who was suddenly just as interested as you on the ground. “That is new to me.”

“I don’t know exactly what I did to deserve this treatment by him, but since a few weeks ago, he… I don’t know, he creates situations in which I pull the short straw, no matter what.”

“Explain.”

“For example, he stole the last bits of coffee out of the can and made me clean it, so I could cook the next pot. One of his groupies possibly accidentally pushed my bag out of my hands, which forced me to take the stairs over the elevator, plus collect all my stuff again. But this is insignificant,” you breathed in, the old fury still burning in your chest, “when he belittles my work in front of everyone. In one of the morning meetings, where Hatake and I got assigned to the new campaign for Akatsuki, when he questioned my abilities to deliver.”

Kushina leaned back into her chair, eyes squinted. “I remember. You came to Minato and told him the pipsqueak is bothering you. He spoke to him, but apparently it didn’t work out.” A glare was thrown at Hatake. “But why the commotion now?”

“He stole my labeled lunch out of the fridge.”

“Kakashi…” Kushina sighed. 

“I didn’t see the label, okay?” Grumpily, Hatake crossed his arms over his chest. “It wasn’t in my line of vision.”

“The label is on my tupperware. Directly on top. On the lid. You’re looking at it when you open the tupperware. It’s printed there in big bold letters.”

“The fridge was really messy!”

“The fridge is always organized, in the same way it has been organized since I started here, and I highly doubt a new organization was put in place recently.”

Hatake rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Oh, he lost now. His dismissive, defiant “whatever” was basically admission to his wrongdoing. Inwardly, you were already celebrating your win over the bastard with a cold beer, cake and confetti, but on the outside, you only let the barest hint of a smile shine through your neutral mask. You still could ruin everything by showing how much it pleased you that Hatake had to take a clear stance now.

Thankfully, Kushina didn’t notice your little smile. Her entire concentration was on Hatake, who continued to pout like an angry child caught with its hand in the cookie jar, arms crossed over his chest and head turned away to look at the wall. So defiant, yet it had no use.

“You’re not serious, Kakashi. You can’t be serious right now.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Minato talked to you about this…”

“Can’t remember.”

“Sunday, over dinner. You said you would keep the peace.”

“Could be.”

“You said you would.” Kushina clicked her tongue. “Don’t tell me you drowned him again out and just nodded along.”

At that, Hatake merely shrugged. No further answer, no explanation, only more questions. Questions about their relationship. They met last Sunday for dinner? They were indeed that close? It sounded also a bit like it was a regular thing, measured at the casual mentioning of the Sunday-dinner. Also, the tone Kushina used.

Not the tone of a disappointed boss. Not the tone of an angry chef. More the tone of an exasperated older sibling or even more like…

A disappointed parent. 

Were they related, though? Nobody ever mentioned anything in that direction, that the Namikaze’s were somehow related to Hatake. Adoption, maybe? It was just incredibly bewildering to suddenly think that Minato and Kushina were trying to reign in when it came to his behavior. Really, really strange.

With hawk eyes, you continued to follow their conversation as they apparently completely forgot about your existence. Kushina was railing into the still defiant Hatake, who continued to stare at the wall and pretend he wasn’t even present.

“We also talked about this before! When you bullied Obito in School so hard, you made him cry. And now you’re what?”

“... kind of friends.”

“You invited him for our dinner a week after that talk! You were the Best Man at his wedding! I thought we were over this childish phase of yours, Kakashi.”

“I am.”

“It doesn’t look like it. Goddammit, we need to have another intervention with you, don’t we?”

At that, Hatake shrugged. “Do what you have to do.”

“And I plan to do exactly that,” Kushina grumbled, before her dark eyes set their sight again on you. “And you… No more screaming, please. I understand a lot has piled up there, but try to stay calm next time. Coming to Minato was good, even though it didn’t work out like you and we intended. My husband and I will have another, more intense, ” at that, she threw a glare at Hatake which made even him twitch ever so slightly, “talk than before. Apologize, Kakashi.”

“Hn.”

“ Now.”

Hatake sighed yet again. A deep, exasperated sigh like he didn’t get why he had to apologize. “Fine. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry that it got this far. My childish behavior certainly was a bother to deal with, and I apologize for the troubles I caused you.”

It definitely sounded like he had to learn and repeat this little text at some point in his life, and now went back to this little security to get through the humiliation of apologizing to you. Still an asshole, even in defeat. Gods, what a dick. 

“Thank you,” a forced smile made its way onto your face, “I appreciate that.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“And additionally,” Kushina jerked her hand in a harsh motion from him to you, “you will buy her lunch as you ate hers. Only fair, right?”

“... Right.”

“And she will come next Sunday to our dinner.”

What? That was… 

“This is too much,” you interjected, “I can’t possibly accept that.”

“Oh, you will.” Kushina wouldn’t take a no on this one, you could already feel that. She was dead-set on getting her will, and she would get it. You already felt yourself giving in to the sheer pressure of your boss’ wife inviting you for dinner. How could you possibly say no? 

How bad could it be? One evening with Minato, Kushina and apparently also Kakashi. Just one evening. One damned evening. With your boss, his wife and your personal work-nemesis. No problem. Absolutely no fucking problem. 

You were so fucked.

“Sure.” Slowly, you nodded. “That will be… nice. It will be nice.”

It wouldn’t. It absolutely wouldn’t. Oh god, this would be a trainwreck. 

But if you thought that you would be the least excited person in the room about this prospect, then you were wrong. When you sneaked a glance at Hatake, he was actually scowling, downright scowling, before he noticed your eyes on him. Quickly, the scowl changed into a neutral mask of indifference. 

Oh, yes. This would be a disaster. 

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I'm insane. Gonna tell y'all my ideas of what animals fit the cast, and just. Like. Some stuff also. ,,,,, yk. Just being insane like said before

Animals + FNAFM1 Characters

(meaning, reason, and connections)

Vanessa, Mike, Steve/William, Abby, Missing Children/Kids + Garrett

Starting with the

Missing kids!

I think, separated from the animatronics, they are like rats or mice. Small, and easy prey — rats are mostly blamed for the Black Death/The Plague; the children are blamed for missing people who take the security guard job at Freddy's — and rats are pests. William sees the kids as pests (“Look at how small you are! How worthless you are! You are nothing but rotten little beasts!”) — and a rat king is similar to how the kids will always meet their fate of being in the animatronics.

(some are mices, while GFS is definitely a rat)

Vanessa

I think was next???

I think we meet Vanessa more at dusk and dawn, even though it's more at night and we did see her in the morning I just think it fits—

- headcanon that she also hid in some small 'underground' places.

- hearing and eyesight from the hinted and canon backstory of Vanessa(she saw the MCI)

- and I think that William is like. Yk, a wild rabbit and rabbits are closely related to them(etc etc, you know)

Mike

Def a dog. Loyal to the max, but tbh doesn't show it too much you know he is fucking loyal asf. Greyhound more. Also with the fact of like. Dogs and death too; “Since they may not actually understand death as something permanent, sometimes a dog will wait patiently, believing that the deceased caregiver, will return.” —> finding Garrett, before he got the info that he is definitely dead

- always seen running

- sleeps on the job

Oh yeah. Also greyhounds are like. Sometimes aggressive, like Mike was at the start of the movie(but ofc for good reasons)

Abby

Def a cat. British shorthair cat, moreso. Also kinda the reason why I went with a greyhound for Mike(greyhounds are good with cats). British shorthair cats are good with dogs. It just makes sense

Also with how cats are seen as sarcastic beings, Abby is too, distant/independent, and very much intelligent(she knows more then she should tbh- but I mean. Hey. Some of us as well so yeah)

- kind, loyal, and loving/affectionate ; matches her. Esp the second imagine I have for her. It just makes sense yk?? She does love her friends and family, but she doesn't rlly show it like other kids to as well

- intelligent ; that scene where basically Abby brings William's death? Yeah. She knew that. And she used it to her abilities. She's so fucking smart

- affectionate ; ofc ofc she is. Explaining abit more tho — she draws her affection out(Mike and her, a heart given to Bonnie), and I think she rlly likes quality time(her asking to visit her friends, and just her being a kid with other kids)

William

A hare. I don't think I kinda need to explain this. Just look at this imagine!!↓

Vanessa as a rabbit, and then you have William being a hare!! It just makes sense to me. I'll explain that in part 2

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