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#until last night when i was trying to sleep that is pfft
enhaheeseung · 5 months
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Come back to me - L. HS
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Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!
Warning: crying, mentions of alcohol, heartbreak, cheating is mentioned.
WC: 2,215k+
Part six
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Heeseung woke up the next morning to a warmth resting on his chest. He hums softly, his hand running down the spine of last night's hook-up as he rests his eyes.
Minutes later, his peace is disturbed when he hears the bedroom door opening. He automatically looks at the door worriedly cause who the hell is entering his house?
His eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw you standing in his doorway.
His heart breaks from the look on your face, and he quickly tries to use the sheets to cover up the girl in his bed. “Y/n,” he whispers as you stand there, mortified from the sight of another woman sleeping next to him right where you used to sleep. "what are you doing here?" he looked to his left where your eyes were glued seeing the girl from the bar sleeping next to him. "Angel, please, it’s not what it looks like. Let me explain.” he gets out of bed, chasing after you when you run downstairs. “Baby,” he calls out to you, grabbing your wrist and holding you still. “Y/n, I’m sorry.” he wraps you up in his arms back, hugging you. “I’m so sorry.” he rested his head on your shoulder.
“Heeseung, let me go.” he felt you grab his arms and remove them from your waist as you walked closer and closer to the door.
“Y/n! Come back to me, please!” He chased after you, the front door slamming in his face as you left him for the second time. He fell down on his knees, tears streaming down his face. “Y/n!”
“Y/n!” Heeseung shot up out of bed, looking to his left to see the bed completely empty. He quickly grabs the picture frame on his nightstand, holding it to his chest. His breath was heavy, and his mind was running at full speed from the dream, more like nightmare he had last night. “I would never do that to you, my Angel.” he sighs in relief, kissing the framed picture of you, happy that he’s not stuck in that nightmare anymore. “I’m never drinking again,” he mumbled, rolling on his side and staring at your picture once more.
A few moments later, he saw a white piece of paper sitting on his nightstand in his peripheral vision, he sits the picture frame down, propping himself up on his elbow to reach over and grab the little note.
“You’re permanently uninvited from the bar. I’m sick of you passing out at our table every night. Sincerely, Jake. P.S. lose some weight. My shoulders hurt :(“
Heeseung chuckles at the note, the throbbing in his head making itself known. The last thing he remembers was Jay trying to get him to take some girl home before he fell out pfft, as if he’d ever. No girl would ever compare to you ever not in a billion years.
He snuggled back under his covers, and with this hangover, there’s no way he’s gonna go into work today.
He took off his work clothes, stripping down to nothing but his underwear, and quickly covering himself again, getting comfortable until a soft knock sounded from downstairs. His eyes were already drooping down, and he decided to just ignore it. Whatever it was could wait cause this headache wasn’t going to allow him to even go downstairs.
He groans when the knocking just doesn’t stop. He peels the blankets back, wondering who it could even be. It’s not like he ordered anything. He never had any visitors, so what could it possibly be?
He doesn’t bother getting dressed, too dizzy to even stand on one leg and pull up his pants.
When he finally gets to the door and opens it, he regrets getting hungover, he regrets not getting dressed, and he regrets not looking over his appearance first, but the one thing he didn’t regret was not going into work cause then he would have missed you standing outside his door looking so beautiful a huge contrast to his shabby looks.
“Hi y/n!” He says brightly. His headache seemingly disappeared, and he was all smiles. As soon as he saw you, he was so happy that you were there he didn’t even realize he was still half-naked.
“O-oh,” you mumble out, eyes averting his figure as you grow flustered by his nude body.
It then hits him as a cool breeze blows from outside and hits his skin. “Oh, OH!” He panics as if you hadn’t seen his body multiple times in all the years you two had been intimate with each other. “Gosh, I’m so sorry. Please wait here.” he closes the door almost all the way, peeking out of a small crack, and all that can be seen are his wide, frantic eyes. “Stay, please. I’ll be right back. Just please don’t leave.”
You nod, unable to form any words from the sight you had just seen, and you’re mentally punching yourself for thinking he looked attractive like that. You missed waking up next to him in the mornings. You loved him the most when he looked like that messy hair, eyes droopy, and that sweet, tired smile of his.
He closes the door softly and sprints upstairs. “Okay, what to wear, what to wear?” he literally digs through his drawers, messing them up, trying to find the best outfit to put on for you. He grabbed a simple white button up, you always seemed to like the way those looked on him. He paired that with his black dress pants and came running back downstairs. He looked in the mirror, this time running his hands through his hair until he looked halfway presentable. “Okay,” he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening his door, and you were still just as flustered seeing him dressed as you were when he was undressed. “Sorry about that,” he says, a bit breathless from all the running around.
“It’s okay,” you whisper, nearly forgetting about why you were even there in the first place cause he was literally breath taking.
“So, uhh, would you like to come in?” Please say yes, please say yes, he thinks to himself.
“Yes,” you answer politely, and he opens the door far too wide to let you enter. He closes it behind you before offering every type of beverage he owns, which is beer and water. You decline, deciding to just get straight to the point.
He doesn’t know why you’re here, but he’s happy you are. Seeing you in your shared home was like a dream come true, and he’s even happier when you take a seat on the couch. He hopes you want to talk to him about something other than divorce. “So, umm, last night I talked with Sunghoon.”
His smile fades the moment he hears your best friend's name leaving your lips, a not-so-friendly reminder that you and him are together, but nevertheless, he listens as he takes a seat furthest away from you so as not to make you uncomfortable.
“He and I had a long serious talk,” you say slowly, and heeseung knows what you’re about to say that you’re in love with your best friend and you’re gonna live happily ever happy with him so he cuts you off before you can say the words cause he didn’t want to hear that from your mouth it was just going to crush him.
“O-oh,” he forces a smile, trying to be happy for you, but he’s so bitter. “Well, I’m happy for you guys. I always thought you’d make a cute couple,” he rushes out, and you can only look at him, confused as to what he just said. “I’m okay with it.” he feels like he’s gonna cry but tries his best to hold it in.
“What? Couple? Heeseung, what are you talking about? What are you okay with?” At this point, you’re completely lost.
You had come fully prepared for this conversation, but it took an unexpected turn, and now everything seems to be messed up.
“You know you and that guy Sunghoon are dating now, and I’m happy for you two, I really am.” you know that feeling when someone writes on a chalkboard? That’s the feeling he gets when he says those ugly words all together in one sentence.
You laugh incredulously. “Dating? Who said anything about that?” You couldn’t even get to the topic that brought you to his house to begin with because of the absurdity that you were hearing.
“Y/n, I seen your clothes on his bed. I know it all,” he says with nothing but sorrow in his voice, but he knows it’s his fault, and he’s just reaping the benefits of his shitty actions. “I’ve known for a while, actually.” He sighs.
Your brain is fried at this point. When did he see your clothes on hoons bed, and when did he get the impression that you two were dating? “Heeseung, we’re not dating.” You say confused.
He looks to his left, then right, then again as he gulps in the now silent room before making eye contact with you. “Y-you’re not?” He says a bit too enthusiastically before he clears his throat.
“No,” you shake your head. “Why would we be?” You reply softly.
“If you’re not, then why are you here? I thought you were announcing your new relationship or something, not to say you’d have to explain yourself to me I just thought- I don’t know,” he mumbled, and now there’s only one reason he could think why you’d come over, and it probably has something to do with the divorce the very thing he wished it wouldn’t be about.
“I’m here to talk to you about what me and Hoon talked about last night, and I want you to be completely honest with me okay?”
He nods softly. “Of course, y/n” he gulps anxious to hear what you two talked about.
You begin to tell him everything you and Hoon talked about, and slowly but surely, the pieces started to come together for the both of you. And you fill in some of the missing details while he fills you in on the others until you both end up with the same outcome, and everything starts to make sense finally.
You wish Sunghoon would have told you all that before you came to talk to heeseung. Somehow, he managed to keep the part out the important detail where heeseung thought you and him were dating. It looks like you’d have to have a word with him about that later.
“So, is it true that you came to try to get me back? Are you really sorry?” You hate how much hope your tone holds, but you still love him, and if he has changed, you’d take him back in a single heartbeat.
“Yes, it’s all true, and if what I’m getting ready to do makes you uncomfortable, please tell me.” he stands up and sits next to you, wrapping you in his arms, but you don’t hug him back yet. “I did, angel. I called your mom to find out where you went when you left, she told me, and so I came to find you to ask you for forgiveness and for you to come back to me. That night, when I came home, and you were gone, I was worried sick about you. You have no idea, and baby, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything. I was such an asshole to you these past couple months, I’m sorry for everything I did to you, and I’ll do my best to prove my love to you every day from here on out. Just please, baby, give me one more chance, and I swear I won’t fuck it up this time. Just one more chance, my angel.” you hear his voice cracking at the end of his confession, and your heart breaks. You could literally feel just how fast his heart was beating in his chest as he sniffles softly. “Please, I’m begging you.” he whispers, voice completely broken and filled with pain. “I’ll do anything for you.” by now, he’s full-on sobbing, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is you giving him another shot to show you just how much love his heart still holds for you.
Your arms slowly wrap around his torso, and he cries even harder cause he knows he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or your love, but he still feels so happy that you’re even willing to hug him after all he’s said and done to you.
After what Sunghoon told you about how heeseung was living and how he was drinking himself into a hole, you couldn’t help but cave in and give him another chance. The thought of him wasting away without you tore you to pieces. He was an asshole, yes, but if he was willing to change himself to win you back, then you’d give him just one more try. “I forgive you.” he squeezes you tightly as tears gather in your eyes. “Just one more chance,” you whisper shakily, entrusting him with your heart again, hoping and praying that he would be a man of his word and not fuck it up this time.
“I love you so much, my angel girl, and I’m gonna do everything in my power to show you that.” he kissed your temple softly as you melted into to his embrace.
You were so happy to be in his arms again, and he was so happy to have you in his arms again. “Thank you for coming back to me.”
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wonderingpanda · 6 months
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(^-^)/ Hello beautiful person!
I have a request for bayverse or rott (or both ;_;) of crush dozing off on the lair couch and makes grabby arms at their respective turtle because they want to cuddle?
Grabby hands for nap time is just cute to me. Especially the two Raphs since they're chonky boys. (* ̄▽ ̄)ノ~~ ♪
Cuddles!
Of course gorgeous person. I decided to make this another Rise one since I’m currently working on two other Bayverse headcanons that I’ll try to post over the next few days. Please enjoy.
Raphael
It had been movie night at the lair
You fell a sleep halfway through out of boredom since it was the same movie from the last two nights
April had gone home when the movie ended and the others went to their rooms but when Raph got up to leave he noticed you still laying on the couch
At first he panicked not entirely sure on what to do in the moment
He thought about picking you up and carrying you home but considered all the complications of doing so and decided against it
He thought about taking you to his room but the second the thought crossed his mind he threw it away
There was no way he’d do that without your permission
He could just leave you there but you might wake up uncomfortable
But he didn’t want to wake you since you looked so peaceful
Eventually he got over his worries and tried nudging you awake while whispering your name
He freaked out when you began to toss and turn thinking that he disturbed you to much
Imagine his surprise when you rolled onto your side and began making grabby hands at him
He blushed and asked what you were doing
Cuddles Are you sure you don’t want me to take you home? Mmm too tired, just want cuddles. Do you maybe want to go somewhere more comfortable? Nooo just give me a hug!
He eventually caved and lifted you up
He got comfortable on the couch and placed you on his plastron
He didn’t want to crush you
Eventually you two ended up on your sides facing each other with you snuggled into the crook of Raph’s neck and him with his arms around you protectively
No one bothered either of you until Splinter came running in wanting to watch tv in peace
Poor Raph was so embarrassed after that, his brothers would never let him hear the end of it
Leonardo
It happened when you two decided to do a Jupiter Jim marathon
Leo had invited you over to the lair since his brothers were all busy and you two spent the whole day watching movies together
Everything was going okay and the last movie was nearly done when Leo felt a sudden weight on his shoulder
All it took was a slight turn to see your head lying calmly on his shoulder
His heart rate increased tenfold
But he didn’t want to miss the opportunity so he just went with it
After a few minutes though there had been a loud sound effect from the movie
Leo was worried it would wake you up and it did, partially
He was disappointed when he felt your head leave his shoulder but was surprised when he turned around and found you reaching out to him making grabby hands
He took a moment to take in exactly what you were doing
Once it all registered he began to blush and laugh quietly
It was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen
However his laugh was cut short when you grabbed his face and slammed your forehead against his
Quit laughing and cuddle me, now. Pfft I’m sorry, what? You heard me, cuddles. Now!
That’s all it took to convince him
Leo smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and sat slumped on your knees on his legs
He slid back slightly for ultimate comfortability and held you close
As you two cuddled he began to go over every piece of blackmail he had on his brothers just in case any of them happened to find you two on the couch
But despite that thought in the back of his mind he knew this was going to be some of the best sleep he’d had in ages
Donatello
Out of all the brothers Donnie was the least prepared for this
I mean of course he’s always planning and preparing and has just about every possible scenario listed in his head for whenever you two hang out
But there’s no way he’d ever imagine that you would try, scratch that, want to cuddle with him
It had been a quiet night at the lair
The only reason you had come over was because your watch was broken and you needed Donnie to fix it before your parents found out
He had of course warned you that it may take hours for him to get the thing back into shape but you reassured him it would be fine
After what felt like ages of mindlessly looking at your phone you eventually passed out on the couch
Donnie left his lab to give you your newly repaired watch and sighed as he was met with the sight of you calmly passed out on the couch
He walked over and picked up your phone which had carelessly fallen onto the floor
Thankfully it wasn’t broken but Donnie did decide to place it somewhere safe along with your watch
When he turned around to figure out what to do with you he was confused to be met with your hands reaching out to him
Uh Y/N what are you doing? I want cuddles. I-I’m sorry what, cuddles? Yesss. You want to cuddle with me? No I want to hug a porcupine. But there aren’t any- Come here!
Donnie didn’t even have time to react as you pulled him down onto the couch
He fell on top of you and didn’t really know how to act from there
He tried shifting to one side slightly and quickly grabbed you as you nearly fell off
With your back facing him, Donnie hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist deciding that there was no way out of this now
Leo had found you two snuggled into each other when he left his room for a glass of water
He’d be showing everyone the photos he got of you two in the morning
Michelangelo
Mikey had invited you over for a simple baking session
It went smoothly
That was until you two had a food fight in the kitchen
Flour and eggs went everywhere
Splinter made you both clean it all up which took hours and left you feeling exhausted
It was cupcakes that you were making but they’d take a while longer to bake so you both decided to chill on the couch
It had only been minutes, mere minutes after the two of you sat down and Mikey already noticed your body hunched over with your head in the palm of your hand, your elbow propped up by the armrest
He was about to do something when the timer for the cupcakes went off
He immediately dashed to get them out of the oven and onto a tray to cool down, choosing to leave you alone for the time being
When he came back your body began to turn and soon enough your back was slightly draped over the armrest as your head and arms appeared to be upside down
Mikey smiled and blushed from the cute face you made at him and he got more excited as you lifted your arms up to make grabby hands at him
Mikeyyyy I need cuddles! Aww, sure thing Y/N! You finished the cookies right? Yup all done. Good.
He gushed over the sight and immediately ran to scoop you into the biggest hug of your life
He flopped backwards onto the couch with you still in his arms and happily held you close without a care as to who found you two in the morning
Thanks for reading. I’m going to get more busy as the weeks go by so I may begin to post less frequently but I’ll be trying to post at least once a week. Have an amazing day/night wherever you are in the world!✨
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gxtitobxby · 1 month
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hi sof 💞💞💞 belated congrats on 10k <3333 you deserve it <333 i am rolling out a sleeping bag and opening up a few snack bags because i have a few asks i want to send you <33
im really missing eddie munson rn </3333 so i am asking with sugar on top: eddie, 5:48pm <333
ilyyyy
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JESSSSSSSSS ive missed you my twisty little friend!! every time I watch cm I think of you obviously, but I especially hold our foyet memories very close to my heart :') ilyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy (also I haven't written Eddie in eons so apologies for the terrible characterization </3)
lovergirl sleepover
"Five eggs, right?"
"Three! Eddie, I swear to god, I said thr—"
Eddie is grinning at you when you turn, three eggs in his hand. "Just kidding."
He's been poking at you all night. It's funny really, throughly entertaining if you ask him, how particular you are about baking - so easily irritated when he messes things up. He'd begged you to let him help, draped all over you from behind, hands honking at your tits until you slapped them away.
"Wash your hands," you'd conceded. He'd cheered. "And do as I say."
Eddie wagged his eyebrows at you, winking."Yes, ma'am," and you should've known, right then and there, what a grave mistake you'd made.
Now, as you whack him with a tea towel, you can't help but glare at him while he laughs in your face. "Eddie!"
"Okay, okay, Jesus," his face is so mug, so amused, as he nears you, snatching the towel from your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, face in your neck, nipping. "So mean to me, gorgeous. Jus'tryna lighten you up."
"I don't need to lighten up." You try your hardest to hold on to your annoyance despite the kisses he starts leaving behind. "If you just did what I say, then I wouldn't need—oh—I-I wouldn't need to lighten up."
"Hm," he muses, leaving one last wet kiss before pulling away to knock his forehead against yours. "How'd I end up with such a bossy girl, hm? You like bossing me around, doll? You tryna tell me something?"
Heat crawls up your neck, "shut up."
He grins, canines pointy and oh so devious. "Nah, couldn't be. My girl loves being told what to do."
"Eddie!"
He's laughing again, hands on your ass, kneading. "You're too easy, baby."
"And you're annoying," you whine. "Just let me bake, please."
"Fine," he sighs, head thrown back dramatically. "Gimme kiss at least, as a reward."
"For being annoying?"
"An incentive then," he pinches at your ass and gets smacked by the tea towel again. "If you want me to help you better kiss me, brat."
"I don't want you to help."
"Pfft, you practically begged."
You kiss the back of your teeth and bite back a smile. What are you gonna do with this boy.
Finally, you kiss him. It's meant to be a brief one but Eddie wraps around you like a leech, hands on your ass again, kisses hot and ticklish.
"Alright, alright, enough!" You laugh pulling away, "you're insatiable. Get back to work before I kick you out of my kitchen."
Eddie pretends to crack an imaginary whips and turns back to his station. "So seven eggs?"
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sannieworldeu · 1 year
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Midnight Kisses & Cuddles - C. San (One Shot)
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Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Choi San X Fem! Reader
Word Counts: 664!!!
Warning: Arm pinning, neck kisses and nothing more than 18+. 
a/n: I didn’t really go back and revised it so I apologize if there are any grammar and punctuation errors.
Summary:
Waking up to see your face being buried in his chest is the best feeling ever. Just then you realize that it is 2 in the morning and now you can’t go back to sleep. Which San, offers to help a little bit. 
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The first thing you see when you wake up to a sound is your face being buried into your boyfriend’s chest. 
You got up midway to check what time it was, 2:05 am. 
Last night you were trying to clean the entire house before he came back but you felt very tired afterwards and didn’t wait for him since he sometimes doesn't even come home until the next morning. 
You wondered, when did he come back because  you knocked out somewhere between 10 or 11 pm you couldn’t even remember. 
You kept blinking and thinking about stuff that is keeping you up for a good 2 minutes in the dark. 
“Baby,” his voice immediately caught your attention, which caused you to turn back to look at him. His eyes were still closed. 
“Why are you awake at this time?” He asked with a deep raspy voice. 
You hate waking up during these times, you know damn well that the next day you’ll feel even more tired. 
“I don’t know, my eyes just opened. Why are you awake?” You asked him the same question laying back down to get buried by his chest again. 
He sighs, “How can I sleep when you’re awake? Huh? Come closer baby.” He laid his left arm for you to sleep on and wrapped it around your neck to hug your waist with his right arms. “This feels so much better” you can feel him smiling on top of your head. Looking up, curious to see his reaction, his eyes slowly open. 
“San..” you quietly say his name.
“Hmhh?” There it goes again, his smiles appeared. This time even bigger which shows the dimple of his cheek. 
“Our heartbeat, I can feel it syncing.” 
He started to chuckle and brush your hair through his fingers, “Well people say that when couples are close together they’re heartbeat and breathing begins to sync with each other. Like you and me.” 
“Pfft, so romantic….” 
“Tut! sss” His tongue clicked as his eyebrow furrows and looked at you. “Be quiet..go back to sleep.” He knew you hate hearing romantic and cringy words but he loves it. He loves seeing your reactions every time. 
“I can’t…now I’m fully awake.” 
You complained and started moving around. 
“Stop moving.” He said. 
“I can’t just fall back asleep.” 
“Stop. Stop it.” 
“No..”
“Tut! Stop moving!” 
“No!” 
You are now under his chest, face is buried in between the right side of your neck, wrists are being pinned by both of his as you can feel his breath getting heavier. 
“San-ah…what are you doing?” you lowered your tone, getting tickled by his breath whilst your body flinched at his unexpected actions. He pecked on your neck and smirked. “Let me kiss you to sleep then baby.” 
“But, aren’t you tired?” 
“Well what do you think? You don’t know how much I miss you not being able to see you for the whole day feels like a month.” 
You blinked and stared at him for a few seconds. 
How did you get such a fine ass man like this? 
You've always thought that you will be single forever and just accept it and raise a cat by yourself. But you are now being accompanied by the sweetest, kindest, nicest, loveliest guy. And out of all people he happens to be your boyfriend. 
“I wanted to do this early in the morning but I can’t wait. Don’t blame yourself. I made you wake up on purpose for this moment hehe.” 
You raised your eyebrow and gasped. “You!..please continue what you are doing.” You softly smile back at him and again he starts brushing and grazing through your hair strands. “That’s right, sleep tight and dream of me.” 
He slowly kisses your eyes, nose, lip and everywhere on your face until you fall asleep. A little smile appears on your face when you start dreaming of something. 
“Cute,” San whispers while patting your head. Carefully he lay down and cuddled you. 
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jerzwriter · 2 months
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Pietro & Azul
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Well, I can't tell you how much fun I had with this 3-word prompt. I had no idea what I wanted to do with it, but once I started, I had a ball! Thanks so much for the request @icecoffee90! 😊
Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey (F!MC) With: Jakie Varma, ??? Rating: Teen Words: 1,100 Summary: Jackie is housesitting for her friends Casey & Tobias. It's been going well until that terrifying last night. A/N: @choicesjanuary2024 Day 13 - Whispers, Mystery MEET PIETRO!
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As she moved gingerly through the darkened room, Jackie was grateful she had spent enough time at her friend’s home to know the layout. With the power out and only semi-sober,  getting around would have been a bitch if she hadn’t. Settling into a darkened corner of the living room, she cowered under a blanket with a prized bottle in her hand. Sitting here and emptying it over the course of the night sounded like an excellent plan to her.  
A bright bolt of lightning momentarily lit up the room, and she braced for the deafening clap of thunder she knew would follow. What the hell, a fifth shot sounds good? She thought as she raised the glass to her lips.
“This is the last time I ever housesit for these fuckers!”
A crashing noise echoed down the long stairway, and she dropped her head into her hands. Jackie Varma did not scare easily! She reminded herself of that repeatedly. She was badass! A power outage? A little storm? Sure, that might cripple wusses like, like... Lahela, but her? Pfft. Never her!
But one more unexplainable noise pushed her directly over the edge. What the fuck was that?
This was supernatural. She was convinced of it, and while there was precious little that would flap the resolute doctor, the supernatural? She wasn’t messing with that. Getting drunk and falling asleep had its merits, but then she rethought that choice. What if the ghost upstairs sniffed her out and found her sleeping? Ghosts do sniff? Don’t they. She had to try and stay awake. But the creak of an opening door sent shivers down her spine. It wasn’t upstairs this time; it was just across the room.
Son of a bitch! This is how I die? She thought. But if she was going to die, it wouldn’t be without a fight. She grabbed the bottle of tequila, then thought better of it. Even if these were her last moments, she was not about to waste this precious elixir, so she grabbed a vase from the table beside her instead. She rose to her feet and lurched toward the sound, working up a bravery she didn’t know she possessed. Then, just as she lifted the vase over her head, the light flashed on, and a horrified Tobias screamed, raising his arm to protect himself. The vase stopped just inches away from his skull.
“Jesus H. Christ, Varma! What the hell are you doing! And why are you sitting here in the dark?”
“Because the power went out, genius! Do you think I want to sit in the dark in your stupid house!”
With a blank expression, Tobias kept his eyes on hers as he flipped the light switch on, off, and then on again.
“You were saying?”
“But wait...no,” she exasperated. “I swear I...” She ran to the opposite end of the room and attempted to turn on a lamp, relieved when it did not. “I know I’m not crazy! I was sitting here, and the power went out!”
“It looks more like you blew a fuse.”
“Whatever! Why are you home early, anyway. You’re not due back until tomorrow! And where is Casey and Sam?”
“Casey and Sam will be home tomorrow; I returned early because...”
“Good!” Jackie interrupted. “I don’t know what kind of a man lets his wife and daughter live in a place like this anyway!”
He looked around the spacious, well-appointed townhome, bewildered. “Uh, it’s a pretty nice place? Casey rather likes it?”
“It’s HAUNTED!”
“Haunted?”
“HAUNTED!”
Tobias smirked as a little snort escaped him.  He eyed the discarded tequila bottle in the corner of the room.
“You were hitting my stash of Azul again, weren’t you? Do I need to lock that up when you come over? Or... maybe get one of those things like we have for the cat – you know, a bottle that dispenses a preset amount every hour? Keep you under control?”
“I’m not drunk,” she said, punching his arm. “But your house is haunted. There have been noises coming from upstairs all night!”
Tobias tossed his keys on the side table with a sigh. “I doubt it’s haunted. Why don’t we go upstairs and see what’s going on?”
“Oh, you’re not getting me to go up there. I’ll stay down here so I can help Casey move on to someone better than you after the ghost murders your ass.”
“This isn’t how I’m going out, Jackie. But suit yourself... stay down here alone if you like.”
Alone. Right now, the thought frightened her much more than she cared to admit, so with the vase back in her hands, she followed closely behind Tobias as they crept up the stairs.
“You know that’s an heirloom, right?” He whispered. “FDR gifted it to my great-grandfather. It’s got its own rider on my home insurance. Could you have chosen a less expensive item for a weapon?”
“Yet you leave it on a table, in your living room, with a toddler and a cat in the house. I’m not the stupid one here, Carrick.”
He was about to answer when a blood-curdling scream stopped them both cold.
“You see!” Jackie said, pounding on his back, “You see! Your place is fucking haunted!”
He didn’t want to admit it, much less show it, but he was scared for a moment; then, with a tilt of his head and a little laugh, he nudged Jackie forward.
“Come here.” He opened his study door to reveal a large TV tuned into The Conjuring. “I think this might be the issue,” he said sarcastically.
“But wait! What? I did not turn this on! No!! No!! It’s a ghost! You still have a ghost! You have a freaking ghost in this house that put this on to scare the shit out of me!
“Really?” he scoffed, gesturing toward the plush sette where the family cat was reclined comfortably, with the remote control locked under his hind paw. Tobias lifted him up, rubbing the tuft of fur atop its head. “I think your ghost's name is Pietro. But I don’t think he had malicious intent.”
Tobias had to bite his lip to hold back his laughter as Jackie’s face went from shock to rage. Shooting a terrifying look at poor Pietro, Jackie snapped. “I always liked dogs better!”
“So, given this discovery, is it all right if I allow my wife and daughter to come back home tomorrow?”  
“Shut up!” Jackie spat, stomping out of the room. “I’m going downstairs.”
“What for?”
“I’m getting a bottle of Azul to go! Two, in fact. You and that cat, you owe me!”
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didn't want to flood your inbox but i HAVE BEEN thinking about sleep talking and having a wet dream and it seems relevant to the last ask (totally not self-indulgent cause i sleep talk pfft). who would wait until morning to tease you about it vs who would wake you up on the spot???
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we’re all here to self indulge don’t worry about that 🤭 hope this is what you meant, and you’re always welcome in my inbox <3
who would wake you up
gunil would try his best to resist cause he doesn’t want to disrupt your sleep especially if it’s really late, but it would be a challenge. i see him doing both depending on his mood and if he’s too sleepy, but in most cases i see him turning in your direction, caressing your hair and shoulder which will frustrate him more as he listens to you talk to him in your sleep. if you moan his name it’s over for him. he has to wake you up and fulfill the desires you dream about
jiseok would wake you up so he can tease you. the more you whimper and dirty talk the harder it would become for him to wait till the morning. he’d gently squeeze you on the shoulder, shaking you a bit, and then his cockiness would start being apparent. he’d relish the fact you need him even in your dreams, asking questions like “can’t stop thinking about my dick, huh?” but you’ll have the opportunity to tease him back once you notice his boner
jooyeon would be similar to jiseok. he’d wake you up chuckling and reenacting everything you said, and then cover your entire face in kisses if you get embarrassed. eventually if you both feel too awake you’d start making out, and he’d ask if you want him to bring your dream to life or something cheesy like that, as he settles between your legs
who would wait until the morning
jungsu wouldn’t want to embarrass you by any chance. he won’t be sure how you’d react so he’d prefer to just wait for tomorrow when you’ll be able to talk about it together more comfortably. he’d tease you a little as you sit on his lap, then admit he really liked it and that it actually turned him on to the point he had trouble falling back asleep
seungmin would feel too bad waking you up in the middle of the night, he would also worry not to startle you too hard or something like that. he’d prefer to let you sleep and tell you all about it tomorrow. he’d definitely make you tell him about your dream in details the next day, as you’re still in bed and you lay on his chest (he barely got any sleep btw)
junhan would find this cute, funny and hot - all three at once, so it would be really hard for him to decide what to do. he wants to wake you up to tease you and also kiss you, but if he does, he risks to piss you off or embarrass you. eventually he would turn around, and hope he falls asleep soon so he doesn’t have to think about his poor boner ~
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ticklish-n-stuff · 6 months
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Heyo friend! I just realized you're taking requests for Tickletober! If it's alright with you, I'd love to see some Blue Lock from ya! (But only if you want to :3) Could I request Day 13 with Rin and Bachira? I love the idea of Bachira being a silent as the wind when he wants to be- combined with his natural tickle monster energy, poor Rin is in for one heck of a surprise lols!
You don't have to accept this if you're not interested- either way I hope you have an amazing day! I can't wait to see what you have in store this tickletober! :3 Take care and stay hydrated!
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Tickletober day #7 & #13: Flustered & Sneak attack
HII SO OK I HOPE YOU BOTH DON'T MIND THAT I COMBINED THESE TWO CAUSE I RLLY WANTED TO WRITE FOR RINBACHISAGI SO WHY NOT :3
HOPE YOU BOTH ENJOY! AND THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS 💖💖💖
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Rin x Bachira x Isagi (romantic)
Lees: Rin, Isagi, Bachira
Lers: Rin, Isagi, Bachira
Warnings: Tickles!
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Oh look at that, two unsuspecting players laying calmly on their beds. Those were Bachira’s thoughts as he peaked his head through the doorframe, observing a sleepy Isagi and Rin-chan cuddling each other. The scene was very adorable, if only it could last longer, but Bachira had other plans. 
Currently, Aryu and Tokimitsu weren’t in the room. Giving Bachira the perfect opportunity to launch his surprise attack. He carefully tiptoed across the room, his footsteps as quiet as… well, everything else here was very loud usually. The brunnette perched his head to looks at the sleeping boys, a warm smile on his face, before being overtaken by his monstrous desires. 
“…Surprise!” Bachira jumped on top of the two of them, earning startled yelps and curses. Taking advantage of their sleepy state, Bachira managed to pin them down with ease.
“Bachira… I was sleeping…!” Isagi whined out, while Rin could only let out incoherent grumbles of annoyance.
“I know, I know! But trust me, I had good reason to wake you both up” with that, Bachira’s hands latched onto each torso. One hand massaging Isagi’s side, while the other vibrated against Rin’s toned stomach. 
“Wahahait! Bachirahaha..!” Isagi instantly let out a snort of laughter, trying and failing to kick his legs out. His face instantly turning flushed at the sudden attack.
“Mph…!” Rin on the other hand, being as stubborn as he was, tried muffling his sounds with his pillow. Which only caused Bachira to tickle up his ribcage until reaching his armpit. “PFFT! BACHIRA STOAHAHAP!!” the pillow flew out of his hands, revealing Rin’s giddy expression and rosy cheeks.
“Aww! You’re so cute, Rin-chan!” Bachira gave him a teasing scratch under his chin, causing the grennette to turtle up. “And you too, Isagi-kun~” he leaned over, placing a teasing kiss on Isagi’s belly.
“EEP!” Ahahaha… Bachiraaa, plehehease…!” 
The brunnette looked down, deciding to have some mercy on the tired boys. “Oh fine, is this better?~” he had now switched to gentle scratches up and down each of their arms, occassionally reaching up to their neck. It was very endearing watching the way they both purred and giggled quietly. 
“Ehehe yeah… but, why now all of a sudden?” Isagi quirked up a brow. 
“Yeah, usually you don’t attack this late” 
It was true, Bachira wasn’t one to feel to energized at night, much less disturb his loved ones. But tonight, something in him told him to do it. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. It was more than just tickling them for fun, Bachira wanted to show them love, and this was the best way he knew how to. By making them laugh. But how was he supposed to explain all that in mere words?
“Well, uhh…” the brunnette’s voice trailed off as his eyes darted all over the room, trying to find anythint to avert their attention. But before that, he was suddenly pulled down by two pairs of strong arms. Having successfully been squished between the two boys, his back against Rin’s chest and his fron against Isagi’s.
“Since you won’t talk, how about a taste of your own medicine?” Rin whispered against his ear. Even though his voice was usually monotone, there was a slight hint of playfulness behind it that Bachira couldn’t miss. The tease made his cheeks instantly flare up.
“Oh? Is our cute tickle monster flustered at the thought of being tickled?~” Isagi was now overtaken by his confident persona, much to Bachira’s dismay.
Before the brunnette could get a peep out, Rin started working his way around his neck, while Isagi was gently spidering all over his tummy and sides.
“Eep! Ehehehehe! Guhuhuys..!” he squeaked and giggled like a happy child. There wasn’t much room for him to squirm, which made this feel all the more flustering. Bachira did the poor choice of looking up at Isagi’s face. He felt his face turn a deeper crimson at the loving gaze the other was sending. And even though he couldn’t see Rin-chan’s face, the way he was holding him so closely was all that Bachira needed to know that they too loved him back. 
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les-pompiers118 · 8 months
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The road home
9-1-1 ficlet | 2x03 coda | 1.3K words | rated Teen
I'm back with my little asphalt truck full of words to fill in the cracks between episodes, for @911hiatus' Week 4 prompt, "refuge." We were truly robbed (robbed!) of seeing the scene when Buck meets Chris for the first time. So here ya go: the first ever Buckley-Diaz Family Moment.
“So, you made it through your first natural disaster,” Buck says to break the silence in the car. The radio’s off, the road is practically empty by L.A. standards, and the power’s still out on a lot of blocks. Staying quiet just makes the night feel that much eerier.
Eddie huffs. “You say that like there’s going to be a lot more of them.”
Buck steers them smoothly around the curve of an offramp. Okay, maybe now isn’t the best time to suggest that disasters are going to be a regular thing, while they’re on their way to pick up Eddie’s son at his school after a big earthquake. Even though he knows Christopher is safe, Eddie’s not going to be alright until he lays eyes on his kid. Buck gets that.
“I just meant that it was an intense day for someone who’s only been on the job for a few weeks. You okay?”
“Not my first rodeo, Buck. Warzones, remember?”
Eddie’s smiling in the dark beside him, Buck can tell, which means he’s not offended. “Yeah, but earthquakes are a different kind of warzone. The only enemy here was, uh—”
“Gravity?” Eddie finishes for him.
“I was gonna say tectonic plates, but yeah, gravity was definitely working against us today.”
“That elevator, man. Crazy.”
“Pfft, yeah,” Buck agrees.
“How many disasters have you worked, exactly? You’ve only been doing this for, what, a year?”
Buck tilts his head in acknowledgement. “This would be my second. There was that plane crash last winter, the one that went down right off the beach by LAX. Not a natural disaster, obviously, but a major incident.”
“Oh, wow. That must have been something.”
“It was… pretty bad.”
Eddie doesn’t say more, and Buck thinks he’s done with this particular subject, but then he asks tentatively, “What did you do afterwards? I mean, after your shift ended? How did you deal with it?”
Buck shivers, remembering the cold water and the smell of jet fuel that clung to them all on the ride back to the station. He remembers Bobby’s uncharacteristic silence and how his own thoughts kept going back to Abby and that call she took from a passenger on the plane. She was the last person that guy talked to, a faceless voice coming through his phone, and there was nothing she could do to help him.
“I, uh, took a long, hot shower and got myself cleaned up,” Buck answers after a long pause. “And then I went home and watched TV for a few hours, I think. Sitcoms, reality shows, dumb stuff like that. Anything but the fucking news.”
“So you just try to put it out of your head as quickly as possible?” Eddie asks, sounding skeptical.
“And sleep. That helps too.” Buck grins over at him in the light of some oncoming headlights. “Isn’t that what you guys did in an actual warzone, when shit went down?”
Eddie chuckles. “Sort of. It was a little bit harder to take off the uniform and drive away from it all at the end of the day, though. And the sleeping part wasn’t always as easy, depending on where we were.”
“I bet. Hey, we’re almost there,” Buck says, bending closer to his phone to look at the GPS map. “Should I park in the lot?”
“No, just pull up to the front doors. They said they’d be waiting for me right inside.”
Buck has barely put the car in park before Eddie’s out and running towards the school. Leaning across the passenger seat, he watches Eddie’s silhouette against the brightly lit hallway beyond the glass doors, his impatient little shuffle while he waits to be buzzed in. And then he’s through and down on his knees to hug a kid who looks impossibly small next to the teacher standing there.
Buck’s throat suddenly gets tight and he blinks hard. He can almost feel the relief in that hug, the fierce love. God.
Eddie talks with the teacher for a minute, then scoops Christopher up and carries him out. Through the open window of the Jeep, Buck can hear Eddie’s voice, reassuring and cheerful, as they approach.
“Where’s your truck?” Christopher asks as his dad opens the back door and sets him into the booster seat.
“Some bricks fell off the back of the firehouse during the earthquake and broke the windshield,” Eddie explains. “I’ll have someone come fix it tomorrow, but tonight we get a chauffeur. This is Buck. He’s a firefighter, too. Buck, meet Christopher.”
Buck twists around to see into the back seat better. Christopher smiles right back at him under the dome light, all baby teeth and brown curls. Something grips the inside of Buck’s chest, both painful and sweet.
“Nice to meet you, Christopher,” he says. “One-way trip to the Diaz residence, coming right up.”
Chris cranes his neck a little to talk to Buck as Eddie gets him buckled in. “You and my dad work together? At the firehouse?”
“Yup.”
“Is he doing a good job so far?”
Eddie bursts out laughing and wraps one hand around Christopher’s head to plant a kiss on top of it. “Are you asking for my report card, kiddo? I don’t think it’s time for me to get one, just yet. And Buck’s not my captain.”
“He’s doing great,” Buck assures Christopher. “He’s taking to it like a duck to water. Just jumped right into the pond with a big splash and started swimming.”
That earns him a giggle from Christopher and a barely-concealed smile from Eddie.
Buck gets their address and they set off again. Thankfully, they don’t have far to go and none of the streets are blocked off. Christopher tells his dad about his extra-long day at school and what they got to do after the earthquake instead of their usual subjects. It sounds like the teachers pulled out all the stops to make sure the kids weren’t scared while they waited to be picked up—movies, games, and music in the gymnasium.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come get you sooner,” Eddie says over his shoulder. “There were a lot of calls coming in today.”
“It’s okay, Dad. You were helping people. And I got to make a volcano with the science teacher!”
“See?” Buck says to Eddie across the front seat. “Another natural disaster already.”
“Two in one day. I’m gonna need a few extra sitcoms tonight, I guess.”
Buck glances into the rearview mirror, where he can just see Christopher’s face in the booster seat, and tells Eddie quietly, “I think you have something better than TV to help you put the day behind you.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right.”
Buck can tell he’s smiling again.
It’s almost 9:00 PM when they pull into Eddie’s driveway. Buck expects to reverse right back out again and make his way to Abby’s apartment, but Eddie turns to him after he shuts off the engine.
“I know it’s kind of late, but do you want to come in for a bit? I can make us something to eat after I get Chris to bed. It’s just frozen pizza, but you’d be welcome to it.”
Eddie sounds tentative, Buck thinks, maybe because he’s a little embarrassed about the pizza (which Buck would gladly devour right now), or because they don’t really know each other all that well yet. Until this morning, Buck didn’t even know he had a kid. And now here he is at the end of the same day, parked in front of Eddie’s tiny Spanish-style stucco house and being offered dinner.
“Come on,” Eddie coaxes. “It’s the least we can do to thank you for the ride.”
“Yeah, come inside,” Christopher chimes in eagerly.
Buck looks out at the house again. This is Eddie’s home and refuge, the center of his life outside the firehouse. He and Christopher are inviting Buck into their little world tonight, if only for frozen pizza. There’s a cricket singing somewhere in the bushes, and the porchlight casts a cozy, golden glow over the lawn, beckoning him.
“All right,” Buck says at last. “I will.”
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donnetellotheturtle · 2 months
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Protector
Chapter 7
Dreams
Hugo was warm. Cuddled into a bed, someone curled at his side. The sun had come out too early, he thought.
The feeling of his partner shifting made him smile.
“good morning sleepyhead.”
Sleepy baby blue eyes met his. He brushed black hair with a teal streak out of the way of his lovers eyes.
“The baby didn’t wake up all night.” Varian mumbled.
“lucky us.” Hugo said softly.
Varian snuggled in more to Hugo.
A searing pain. Getting thrown up against a tree. Nuru telling him to stay awake.
Hugo gasped.
“…Hue?”
Hugo blinked, rubbing his head. “I…it’s nothing.”
Varian nodded softly. “Okay…?”
Before Hugo could think more about the strange vision, there was a cry of their daughter. Varian chuckled. “I’ll get her.”
He crawled out of bed. Hugo followed not long after he closed the door behind him. He stretched, then stood up, looking in the mirror.
…when had he grown a beard?
He touched it. It wasn’t much. A blonde goatee that vaguely reminded him of Flynn rider in his prime. He couldn’t remember…
Oh. That’s right. The memory slotted into place. He’d decided to shortly before his and Varian’s wedding, thinking he would look too baby faced for the paintings.
“Hue?” Varian called out from the hallway, snapping Hugo out of his stupor.
“Yeah?”
“Can you make breakfast this morning?”
Hugo paused. Last time he did, it didn’t end well. Still, he called back. “Okay but, don’t blame me if I start a fire!”
Today. Hugo told himself. Was going to be the day he made an actual, edible, delicious fucking breakfast for his husband and daughter.
So with determination, he put on his clothes and went to the kitchen.
Varian was holding their daughter, Lucia in his arms, trying to get her to eat some of her baby food. Varian mumbled. “Come on lulu…”
Hugo chuckled. “forcing her isn’t going to help goggles.”
“hey goggles. You miss me?”
“pfft, no!” The way varian had pulled back with that cute blush. The way he had smiled as he hugged him tight. So warm.
...when did Varian start calling him Hue? What was the nickname he called him?
“Hugo.” He looked to his husband. “You okay?”
Hugo nodded, softening. His child cooed. Right. Onto breakfast.
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Varian hadn’t slept for a week. Since Hugos kidnapping, he had been working on ways to get there. He wouldn’t leave Hugo behind. Not now, not ever. He didn’t leave him behind.
“Varian.”
He ignored Nuru as she came into the room. If she was going to tell him to rest again, she was going to be ignored.
“Varian you need to sleep.”
“make me.” Varian snapped. He kept working.
“Varian.”
“I’m not resting until he’s home.”
“You asked for it.”
Varian ignored her. Which proved to be a mistake due to her immediately casting a sleep spell on him.
Varian went down like a sack of bricks. Only saved by Nuru catching him.
“God you’re heavy…”She mumbled. Oliva climbed up onto her shoulder, followed by Ruddiger. She groaned at the weight. “Guys, you’re not helping…”
The animals didn’t respond as Nuru dragged Varian to his makeshift bed in the corner of the room. That boy was out cold.
She sighed, looking at the two on her shoulders. Oliva had now climbed up on Ruddigers shoulders. Surprisingly the raccoon and her were friendly.
“Okay guys…time to get to work.” Nuru rolled up her sleeves.
She couldn’t pretend to understand all Varian’s formulas and seemingly random thought patterns scribbled into his book.
“Gods Varian you couldn’t have written this sanely?” She mumbled to herself.
She sighed. This was going to take a while.
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Hugo tried really hard. He really did. But the breakfast burned in the pan. He didn’t even know what he did wrong this time. This wasn’t edible at all. He frowned.
“…Hairstripe I tried my best but-“
Varian came over and stole a piece of bacon.
“Hue this is delicious.”
Looking at the half gone piece in his husbands hand, it was perfectly cooked. No burnt edges or anything. He looked down. The food that had been burnt before.
It was perfect.
What?
“I knew you could do it.” He kissed Hugo’s cheek.
There was something seriously wrong here. Hugo could do many things but cooking perfect food, hell, even edible food, was not one of them.
And it has been burnt a moment ago. “what the…”
Varian put Lucia into his hands. She cooed softly. Hugo looked at her, still feeling like something was off.
“I swear it was burnt a second ago.”
“What do you mean?”
Hugo paused, looking at Varian. His eyes…they had changed color…
That’s when Donella came in. “Sorry I’m late.” She said. Cyrus was behind her, smiling. It put Hugo at ease.
Donella. The thought of Varians odd eyes instantly left his head and he smiled at her.
“no problem.” Varian said. “We were late this morning too. We have plenty of food for breakfast.
Cyrus gave Hugo an odd look.
Cyrus in the cave. Those teal eyes. He couldn’t remember what he said.
Hugo rubbed his head. What was happening?
Cyrus’s gaze had shifted from that odd look to one of knowing. He gestured his head in a way that Hugo knew meant “Private space. Now.”
The two walked off to the bedroom, Hugo closing the door behind him.
“You’ve been getting those flashes too.” Right to the point.
Hugo nervously wrung the bottom of his shirt. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Cyrus almost scowled. “Kid.”
“Fine! Yes! I have. They’re weird it’s like...like…”
“another life?”
Hugo looked to the side. “yeah…yeah. Maybe it’s just cause I’ve been sleeping weird. Or maybe I should see the doctor.”
Cyrus frowned, thinking. “…do you remember how old you are?”
“Of course!” Hugo laughed. Silly question. “I’m…” Hugo wracked his brain. “I’m…” Why couldn’t he remember?
“Something weird is going on. Donella knows it too, not that she’ll acknowledge it. I think she likes it here…but for the past couple days you’ve been too sweet. Too nice. Too perfect.”
“perfect?” The last couple days had been nice, he’d admit. But him? Perfect?
“I don’t know what changed. But you seem more you.”
Hugo chuckled, this was too crazy. None of that meant anything “are you sure you don’t need a doctor? I mean you’re talking more now than I’ve ever heard you talk. Hit your head on something?”
“Hugo.”
Hugo went for the door. Cyrus grabbed his shoulder. Hugo groaned. “Cyrus it’s a beautiful day. Let’s just enjoy it and not talk like conspiracy theorists okay?”
“I don’t like this.”
“You don’t like much, Cyrus.” He left the room.
Hugo came back in, smiling at his small daughter sitting in her booster seat. Lucia had his dads dark hair and his papa’s green eyes. She was perfect.
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Nuru worked tirelessly. Most of varians notes didn’t really make sense to her but she realized the only real way to the library was a combination of magic and alchemy. She definitely had the magic part down.
She glanced at Varian. He hadn’t woken up for hours. The sleeping spell didn’t actually last that long so his body must’ve really needed the rest.
She poured over her book. It had ingredients for the magic portion of this which she surprisingly found around the lab. It seemed like Varian had everything purely out of a “What if” scenario. Which this, she figured, was one of those times. Later she’d have to talk to him about his hoarding. Right now she was grateful for it.
She laid all the ingredients out like the spell in her book instructed. She sat in the middle, closed her eyes, and chanted.
When she finished, all the ingredients as well as her magic were fused into one orb. A magical power source. It only had to work for a short time when they put it in the gate...right they’d have to build a gate to get through. But where? She’d have to ask Varian when he woke up. There had to be a good spot somewhere.
Nuru yawned. Making that orb took a lot out of her. Oliva sat on her shoulder, Ruddiger curled up on Varians stomach which was rising and falling slowly.
She gave Olivia a little pet on the forehead, quickly realizing something. This wasn’t a normal mouse. This was a familiar. Hugo had made a familiar. She wondered how. She’d never been taught how to do that, and she was top of her class at school. Interesting.
She didn’t quite feel like sleeping yet, so she did some research in Varians moms journal. Nothing of huge interest. Things they already knew. But Ulla sounded a lot like Varian. The way she wrote. The way she talked about her research partner. It sounded like the way Varian talked to Hugo.
She looked to Varian. She may never understand Hugo or his particular brand of magic, but she understood love. She understood just how far Varian would go for Hugo and being cooped up in the lab was probably killing him.
She took a deep breath. Back to work.
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holdmytesseract · 2 years
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A Place to Stay?
Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: Alexandria. A new chance for the group to finally settle down. The people there seem kind and everything looks safe - but is it a place to stay? You'd answer that question with a yes. Would Daryl?
Set in Season Five
Warnings: Uhh... bit of the usual TWD stuff... fluff... suggestive smut, if you squint
Word Count: 3k
a/n: So... This one has a lot dialogue in it, I'm sorry, but I'm still trying to get in line with the characters. Still testing out Daryl and the others. 🙈😊 I hope that fic is not too awful... 🙈 Also, I am still watching TWD. 🙈 Started to watch season six now, so please forgive me for any lack of knowledge. 🙈
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Alexandria was a beautiful place to stay - without a doubt. The people seemed friendly, the system trustworthy and the safety guaranteed. Nevertheless, we were still cautious. Especially after all we've been through... Appearances were often deceptive – how we learned. Mostly in a painful way.  
Deanna gave us the opportunity to stay in two of the countless fancy mansions, but Rick decided that we'd sleep all in one house together that night and not split up. Just in case. You never knew… I really hoped, that we could find a home here. I had nothing against being out there, on the road... But we all needed a break. We all deserved a break. To sleep not with one eye open at night for once. And oh, what would I give for a quiet night alone with Daryl, in which we wouldn't need look out for walkers – or other unwanted guests. Just the two of us and the love we were sharing. A dreamy sigh left my lips at that thought. The last time we had such a night was all those months ago in the prison. We had sneaked out one night after dinner and digged ourselves in one of the guard towers - only to get caught by Rick the next morning, but it was worth it. Even if it was a bit of an embarrassing situation... Rick swore to keep our secret - and he did. Then the prison fell, I got separated from Daryl, everything seemed to go down the drain - until I met him and the others again in Terminus, where we all got almost killed, but well. Was nothing new, eh? We survived - and now we were here. Hopefully for a longer time.
I was on the porch of our mansion, seated on the wooden stairs, as Rick stepped out of the door. My eyes widened when I saw him. "Woah! Who are you and what did you do to Rick?" I joked, referring to his now shaved beard, trimmed hair and clean look. The man just shook his head and smiled. "I dunno. I asked myself the same question, as I looked in that mirror." I giggled at his words, "But it fits you. Lookin' so much better now." and stood up. "Imma go for a shower now as well. Don't tell Daryl I said that." I said, winking. "Don't tell me wha'?" The man of the hour sauntered of course in that exact moment out of the door and towards us - a sceptical look on his face. "Nothin' important, Daryl. Y/N just said, I look better without the beard." Daryl looked immediately at me. "Is that so?" I rolled my eyes, but smiled. He could be so childishly jealous sometimes... "Mhm. Less like a stray dog and more like a puppy again." "Pfft." Huffed out Rick with a laugh. "Gee, thanks." I laughed too, before I turned to Daryl, side-hugging him. The former policeman took that as his cue to leave - what he did; disappearing inside the mansion again. "I am goin' for a shower now." I started, biting my lip, before I stood on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "Wanna join me?" I asked, placing a small kiss on his stubble covered cheek. "You could use a shower too, ya know." But Daryl shook his head. "Would be quite a bit suspicious, if we both jus' vanish upstairs in the bathroom, eh?" I shrugged my shoulders, giving him a smug smirk. "We could just sneak upstairs." Once again the man shook his head. "Nah, 'm fine." A pout spread over my lips, trying to convince Daryl to join me - but it didn't help. He didn't budge. "Fine..." I said, letting go of him again. "Then not. Your loss. I'm not the one, missin' out somethin'... You are, baby." With those words and a last kiss on his cheek, I left Daryl standing there, before he could even say something. I went back inside the mansion. "I am going for a shower, guys!" I called into the open living room, before I vanished upstairs.
As soon as the warm water jet of the showerhead beat down on my exposed body, joyous, breathless laughter left my lips. It's been so long since I lastly stood underneath a freaking shower. I let the water rain down on me, wetting my tousled Y/H/C hair and dirty skin of my body. I enjoyed every second of my shower. Although, I was still hoping Daryl would join me - what didn't happen in the end, but well... After I was finished and dry again, I slipped in fresh clothes, then went down again to join the others. It felt like heaven. I was clean, had something to eat and drink, a roof over my head and was united with all the different, crazy and loveable people who became my family through the world's downfall. But most importantly, I was safe and had Daryl by my side. What would I need more?
I sat down on the sofa, joining the others in their conversations for a while. Of course, I had noticed immediately, that Daryl was missing - yet again, but didn't think much about it. He was a big boy and could roam the streets alone. That was what he was most likely doing - or he was out, hunting. I was not worried in the slightest. Not here.
When the moon had replaced the sun and it had gotten dark and very late, the whole group laid spread out in the whole living room, sleeping on the floor on mattresses and/or blankets. I had settled in the top left corner, gaze directed on the passage to the hallway. Everybody around me was fast asleep; snores could be heard from a few. Abraham, for example. I tried to sleep, but couldn't. Daryl still wasn't back and so slowly I got worried for real. I already thought about going out and searching for him, but it was way too dark and probably too risky alone - despite that we were in Alexandria now. Walkers weren't the only thing you've got to fear these days... The minutes ticked by and I just stared at the wall of the hallway. Just before I was about to change my mind and really go out to look for him, I heard the soft squeak of the front door, followed by quiet footsteps. My hand reached for my dagger immediately, preparing myself to defend the group, in case it was not the man I hoped for. But when the intruder turned around the corner with a faint flashlight pinched between his lips, I could clearly see that it was, indeed, Daryl. A relieved breath left my lips. Not just because it wasn't a strange person... "Daryl!" I whisper-shouted, not to wake the others. "Over here!" His head turned towards me, before he tiptoed over to me, getting rid of his crossbow and vest on the way. He knelt down beside me, turning off the small flashlight, before he flopped on the empty space beside me. I couldn't help myself but to cuddle close to him. I pressed my back against his chest, entangled our legs, while Daryl wrapped a strong arm around me, pinning me against him. "Where have you been so long, baby?" I felt him shrugging his shoulders. "Jus' outside, huntin' a few squirrels." I huffed. "You could've told me, ya know. I got worried..." His lips ghosted over my exposed neck, leaving a gentle kiss there. He got much more affectionate through the months. "M sorry, Y/N. Gonna tell ya next time, promise." I nodded, pulling him closer. "Alright." We went silent for a moment, enjoying each other's company. "You know you need to move over soon, if we don't want the others to find out?" "Mhm, jus' another minute." The minute turned almost into an hour. I was on the verge of sleeping in, when I finally felt him move him away from me - much to my dismay, but well...
The next days flew by quickly. Some of us got a job from Deanna and started to accustomate a bit to the new environment we were in, others were still struggling. Daryl was one of them. I noticed how he isolated himself quite a bit. He was barely talking to us and the other people here. He spent the most of the day on the streets and outside the walls. I felt his struggle. It wasn't easy for him to get used to what we suddenly had… Deanna had thrown a welcome party for us, on which he also stayed away. After almost a week, I decided to talk with him; find out what exactly was on his mind.
I knew he was outside, so I asked the doorman to open the main gate for me - which he did, of course, letting me out. I checked on my daggers and strapped my gun on my cargo pants, before I went to search for him. Good thing he taught me how to track. But what he apparently didn't think of, was that I was also able to track him now as well…
I saw him walking through the thicket of the forest, crossbow in hands and a string with squirrels slung over his shoulder. How long had he been out here already? I quietly followed him further, giggling to myself at the little game I played - okay... Tried to play. "Ya ain't good at followin' people, Y/N." He suddenly said with his back still turned towards me, causing me to pout. How the hell did he notice? I didn't make a peep! With a grin on his lips he stopped and turned to face me. Well... The tree I was now 'hiding' behind. "I can see ya." "Ugh, that's not fair." I stated and left my 'hiding' place, crossing my arms over my chest. "Why are you so good at this, huh?" Daryl just shrugged his shoulders. "Cause I am." I huffed, but smiled. "At least I can track you and not have to follow you secretly." "Yeah and that's the moment I regret, teachin' ya... You shouldn't be out 'ere alone." I nodded into his direction. "You neither." The man rolled his eyes and scoffed. "I can look after myself." "And I cannot?" "Didn't say that. 'S jus'... I don't want ya out 'ere alone." I stepped closer to him with a smile, "Well, lucky for you, that I found ya." and placed a small kiss on his lips. "Now c'mon. There's space for a few more squirrels on that string."
After successfully hunting another few squirrels and getting rid of some walkers, we made our way back towards the safe walls of Alexandria - and that was the moment, where I decided to speak with him.
"Daryl, you okay?" He nodded. "Course. Why shouldn't I?" I took a deep breath. "Cause I can feel that you are not..." Daryl shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno what ya mean." "Oh yes, you know exactly what I mean. When are you finally going to learn, Mr. Dixon, that talking to me is better for yourself, than just pretending everything's alright? You can maybe fool the others... But you can't fool me." A defeated sigh left his lips. "Ya gonna be the death of me, woman." I had to giggle at his words. "Careful what ya wish for. I don't intend to lose you." He shook his head, "Ya won't lose me." and paused for a moment. "S jus'... I dunno... I am not the type to settle down in a fuckin' mansion. I feel... caged. Ya know wha' I mean? Gotta be rather out 'ere, than pretend everythin's fine in there. 'S not." I nodded, understood of course what he meant - and I certainly couldn't blame him. He never was the type of just sitting around. "I know what ya mean." "Yeah?" "Yeah... And I can understand it. Trappin' you inside a house, would be like trappin' a lion in a cage. Doesn't work. You gotta be out there. You're made for this. I know that..." I paused for a second. "Doesn't mean I like it, though." I added, voice barely above a whisper. Daryl suddenly stopped in his motions; his hand on mine held me back from walking on as well. I immediately turned to face him - and saw the love inside the depths of his brown eyes. "I know that ya don't like it. I know you'd like me to stay inside those damn walls... But-" "You can't." I gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand. "We all have our jobs to do - and this one's yours." He nodded, swallowing, "Bout that... I wanted to talk with ya anyway..." before he gently dragged me with him. "Aaron gave me a bike." "A bike?" "Yeah." "But that's great! A bike is exactly the thing you need, isn't it?" I smiled, were truly happy for him. "And… he wants me to replace Eric. Asked me to go out with him, recruitin' new people." I breathed out a small laugh at his words. "Of course, Aaron would ask you. Who else? If someone can do that, it's you." "Really? Ya think tha'?" I nodded. "Yes. You are a tracker - a pretty good one at that. And you can see the difference between good and bad people." "Aaron said that, too." "See?" I giggled, "So... You ain't mad at me, if I'd go out with Aaron?" and shook my head immediately. "Nah." We both stopped, when we saw that the big walls of Alexandria came in sight. "If that is what you want, sure, baby. As long as you promise me to come back to me - in one piece and unharmed." Daryl scoffed. "Of course, Y/N. Told ya before... I'll always come back for ya - no matter where ya are." I smiled at the man in front of me and wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him close. "I love you, Daryl Dixon. Remember that." "How could I not, eh?" Daryl asked, brushing a strand of Y/H/C hair out of my face. "Ain't forgettin' my girl. Ya know I love ya, too." A smile played upon my lips, when stood on my tiptoes and kissed him, pouring all the love flowing through my veins in the kiss - and it didn't just stay at one kiss...
"When are you and Aaron leavin'?" I asked, panting and out of breath with kiss swollen lips. "As soon as possible. Guess in a few hours or so." What? In a few hours or so? My jaw dropped. "Already? And you're tellin' me now? Daryl!" "M sorry... Didn't know how to tell ya..." Typical. "You don't even stay another night? Damn... I was so lookin' forward to spend a night with ya in privacy." I said, pouting at him. "I know, Y/N... 'M sorry. As soon as I'm back, promise." I sighed, but smiled softly. "Alright. I think I can live with that." I kissed him once again, before I let slowly go of him. "Take care of ya, while I'm away, yeah?" "Of course. You too." Daryl nodded. "And if that lil' boy makes a move on ya, I'm goin' to beat his ass into the ground." I frowned at his words. "You mean Spencer?" "Yeah. Saw him lookin' yer way." I couldn't help but giggle. "Why take a boy, when I can have a man." I winked at Daryl and kissed him a last time, before I turned around to leave. "I'll head inside now, before I change my mind and try to convince you to stay." With those words, I walked to the gate and left Daryl behind.
I didn't say him goodbye that day before he left. I never did.
Now, I found myself once again sitting on the porch of the mansion, when I saw Maggie heading my way - with a stupid grin on her face. That meant nothing good... "Ugh, I know that smile. What is it?" Maggie sat down beside me, still grinning from ear to ear. "So... How long is this goin' on now?" An uneasy feeling started to spread throughout my body at her question. I hoped she didn't mean what I feared she mean… Could she...? Did she...? "How long is what goin' on?" Maggie shook her head. "Don't act innocent now, Y/N. I saw you 'n Daryl." I almost choked on her words. "You... What?! When?! How?!" She giggled. "And you just admit it." At her words, realisation dawned on me. I did. "Shit." Maggie giggled again. I liked that girl a lot. She became definitely one of my closest friends. "So?" "When did you see us?" "Few hours ago. I was on the guard tower, lookin' for Sasha, but she wasn't there. That's when I saw ya two - and it looked pretty obvious to me. I couldn't believe my eyes at first. I mean - no offence - but, Daryl and a woman?" I couldn't suppress the small laugh when I heard Maggie say that. "You rather mean Daryl and love." Her eyes widened. "So this is somethin' serious between ya two?" I nodded, smiling. There was no way to deny it any longer anyway, so why should I lie to Maggie? "Yeah, I'd definitely say so. There was always somethin' between us. Since the day we met. We somehow just got together then at some point. I think when we were on your farm." Maggie smile again. This time, it was a honest, happy smile. "Ohh, but that's wonderful. I'm happy for you 'n Daryl. You both deserve this." "Thank you." We smiled at each other. "But please don't tell the others." She nodded. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." Secret... It hardly wasn't a secret anymore, was it?
a/n: Should Daryl kick Spencer's ass in a second part? 🤔
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Family Practice
CisFem Reader x Trafalgar Law
CW: sex, language, violence
Summary: Modern Mafia-coded AU starts in last semester of College
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Chapter 4: Bonfire
Despite your desire to sleep an ungodly number of hours, you went to bed only a little bit early, and woke up a couple of hours before your alarm. Which was set to give you just enough time to make it downstairs for a free breakfast from the hotel. You turned off the alarm, dragged yourself into the bathroom and started up a shower. Thirty minutes later you were wide awake and brushing out your hair enough to pull it into a damp ponytail.
You: I’m up, and ready for hotel breakfast. Let me know when you’re gtg.
Pre-Med: I’ll be in the hall in a minute.
You pocket your things and head out to the hall, leaning against your door until Law comes out. T-shirt, sweats, and a hoodie - you were both wearing the same style of clothes.
“Pfft - the morning power outfit of college students.” You laugh, pointing between the two of you.
Law grunts and the two of you get down to the lobby which is set up for a breakfast bar for the hotel guests. Loading up on eggs and hash browns and a few other random items you sit in a mostly peaceful corner, joined by Law after a few minutes.
“Coffee, eggs and hash browns. No bagel?” You ask.
“Bread.” He says shortly.
“Bagels aren’t bread. Wait, do you dislike most flour stuff? What about cake?”
“Don’t like it.”
“Pretzels?”
“The crunchy ones are acceptable.”
“So it’s a texture thing?”
“Mostly.”
“Huh. Well, alright then. Do you like pasta or are you getting most of your carbs from rice?”
“Pasta’s alright. I’d rather rice.”
You grin. “I should ask you more questions first thing in the morning more often.”
“How can you say so much so early?” Law groans.
“I mean, I slept more than usual, even if I didn’t sleep in as much as I wanted. Took a shower, got dressed, and by the time I do that I'm awake. No one sees me groggy.”
“No one?”
“No one. Not since I was twelve or thirteen and Marco was trying to drag me out of bed for school.” You assure him, downing the last of your coffee. “Speaking of sleep, your trademark dark circles look lighter today. Are you actually relaxing a little?”
“I’m not stressed.” He insists. “I slept more than usual last night.”
“Mm.” You hum, pressing your lips together.
Law quirks an eyebrow. “What?”
“I was going to say you should consider sleeping more, more often, but if you didn’t look exhausted and stressed all the time your average confession rate would rise. Speaking of,” you say a little more quickly than you meant to. “How’s that been going for you since you made a useful friend like me?”
Law sighed, looking down at his food and hiding his face with the bill of his cap. “It’s lowered.”
“And that makes me a genius.” You insist with a grin.
Law scoffs. “Any issues?”
“Hm? Like jealous college girls giving me hell for hogging all of the soon-to-be-doctor’s free time?” You almost laugh. “It’s not a TV drama, no one’s bothered me. Nutmeg even had me join a group project with her and her gaggle and it was the best group project I’ve ever been on.”
“Oh I guess there was one misunderstanding,” you admit, looking up to the ceiling. “But it was kind of cute.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, someone thought I was your sister. I think they just wanted to know if you were single or not, but when I said we weren’t related she just apologized and walked away.”
You could see his ears turning pink, since they weren’t hidden by the cap.
“Heh, poor little Idol Doctor.” You tease.
Law almost growls. “I’d rather you call me Pre-Med.”
The rest of your morning goes easily, and you both change before heading out for the tour of the city. Law in jeans, boots, a t-shirt and hoodie, you in sneakers, jeans, and three tops - a crop top, long-sleeved shirt and a t-shirt over that. You had a sweater tied around your waist in case you got cold, but unless it rained or snowed you wouldn’t need it.
Your tour of the city was more of a parkour challenge than a walk, and you weren’t surprised as Law kept up with you, mimicking your moves as you slipped through the cityscape. The energetic manner of your tour was enough to wake him up, and enough to make you realize you hadn’t kept in shape since starting college. Struggling on your home turf was a little embarrassing, but you were doing most of the talking, so you didn’t let it bother you too much.
After a few hours you dropped in on the café, getting another set of onigiri from Sanji before heading out again, and making your way to the carnival grounds. Binks’ carnival was one of the last stationary carnivals you were aware of. The place managed to stay open most of the year, shutting down only a couple weeks a year for maintenance, repairs, and upgrades.
The two of you poked at some games and rode some of the rides, but mostly you just meandered around and watched people while the day dragged on. As you left the fairgrounds you ran into another familiar face.
You stood at attention, and put a hand up in a stiff greeting as a man with shock white hair, a scar on his face, and a cigar in his mouth came over to you. He had his partner with him, the fresh-from-the-academy go-getter who had been a classmate of yours.
“Officer Smoker, Miss Tashi- ah, sorry, should I call you officer Tashigi now?” You greeted and questioned at the same time.
“You can call me Tashigi, (y/n), we’re friends.” She says with a smile.
“It’s, uh, nice to see you. I hope you’re both getting Christmas off this year.” You say awkwardly.
“How’s college going, Miss (y/n)?” Smoker inquires.
“Great! I’m really enjoying it, and speaking of, this is my college friend,” you answer, grabbing Law by the arm and dragging him closer to you “- you’ll like him, he’s gonna be a doctor, and his name’s Law. Very respectable.”
“Good luck in your studies.” Tashigi offers cheerfully and Law mutters a quiet thanks.
“Are you going to be in attendance this year?” Smoker asks you, offering only a nod of acknowledgment to Law.
“Of course. I know your opinion, but Pops saved me and raised me.” You answer, your cheerful demeanor slipping away. “He’s also paying for my college, so - augh - forget it, now’s not the time to start arguing. I truly hope you both have a good holiday.” You say, tugging Law with you as you walk away. “Good day, Officers.”
“There’s a lot in that, isn’t there?” Law asks after a few moments, when you finally let his arm go.
You suck in a deep breath and let out a long, heavy, exaggerated sigh.
“Ah.” He says knowingly. “Another time then.”
As you near the street festival’s location you start to move vertically, getting up onto the rooftops. You sit on the edge of a roof and pat the space next to you. The festival is sprawled out below you, soft lights around the vendors and you can see the musicians setting up.
“I thought we’d be down there.”
“We will be, but this is the best seat in the house for the next few minutes.” You assure him as he sits beside you.
“I admit, your perspective is unique.” Law says quietly, watching the growing bustle in the street below.
“Just keep your eyes on the street, should be any second now.” You say, scanning until you find the void you were looking for.
There was a melodic holler in the street that was repeated and echoed down the street just before a small torch of fire was lit and tossed into the void.
The flames bloomed against the dark. The bonfire was a mix of accelerants and slower burning materials, with the wood making up the bulk of it. This helped it catch fire quickly and then stay lit long enough for the logs to catch well. With adjustments and practice, it was made to be ignited by a single torch.
The fire’s strength continued to increase, and the growing roar of flames was swelling with the growing collection of music. A single fiddle became two, and then a trumpet and drums with a bass coming in and voices rising on top of that, singing songs whose words were no longer known. The emotions had stayed and survived, and the flames carried those feelings to the stars.
“… Wow.” Law’s voice was almost breathless, his golden eyes focused on the flames.
“Best seats.” You say with a smile.
You motioned for him to follow after a moment and went down to the fire near the musicians.
“Okay, so hold my hand,” you said, offering your hand, relieved when he took it without complaint. “Now stomp your foot in time with mine.”
“No one else is dancing.” Law pointed out, stomping his foot in time with you.
“They will, don’t panic if someone grabs your hand.” You say, and there’s already people paying attention to the two of you. “And now just keep up!”
You move away from him a little, moving both your feet in time to the music, giving him a chance to adjust as you move faster and faster. You’re barely a yard from the musicians when someone grabs Law’s spare hand, and the line grows quickly from there, nearly full before you’ve cleared a full circle around the fire.
The ring of people makes another full rotation before a collective holler from the musicians causes the ring to break. Spinning Law around you keep a hold of his hand and drag him around, bouncing and kicking your feet. It had taken him a moment to get into it, but he’s moving well, and there’s a smile you’ve never really seen on his face before.
The two of you enjoy the music and the fire for a good half hour, switching partners and losing one another in the crowd of people a couple times. Every time you found him again he still had a smile on his face, and you were glad you hadn’t dragged him into something he truly disliked.
If he smiled like that on campus you wouldn’t be able to deter anyone from asking him out, girls or otherwise. Though the idea of stepping aside so he could-.
You swore internally, shaking the thought from your head. You weren’t standing by him that way to step aside in the first place. Besides, you both had other things you needed to focus on, and there wasn’t that much overlap in your schedules. You hadn’t gone to college to find love anyway, and his dedication to his dreams was obvious.
Enjoy tonight for what it is, you told yourself.
This wasn’t the kind of danger you thought that bonfire festivals posed. You sat down, a few paces from the crowd and waved at Law when you saw him looking for you. He handed his partner off and stepped around the madness, making his way over to you after a moment. Law sat down beside you, that genuine smile on his face still, taking a moment to catch his breath.
“I owe you an apology, (y/n)-ya.” He admits, taking his hat off and fanning himself with it. “I came along without much expectation, but – I’ve had fun.”
“If I knew you had been that unconvinced, I would’ve made a bet out of it.” You admitted, forcing a smile.
“Hey are-.”
“(Y/N)!” You hear Marco calling your name and turn away before Law’s sentence finishes. Law turns to look with you as you wave the older blonde over.
“Hey, hey – meet Trafalgar Law. Law, this is my brother Marco.” You introduce them, ducking down so they can shake hands before you stand up and hug your brother. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“I’m just passing through to check on things, yoi. I just happened to see you on my way in and decided to say hello.” Marco looked from you to Law, and then back to you. ��Look, I know you said you wanted him to relax, but you should bring him to the Christmas party.”
You looked to Law and then back to Marco. “Why?”
“If I’m right, Pops is going to want to talk to him, yoi.”
You’re utterly confused. Marco was good at reading your moods, but you were not struggling that hard with your feelings right now, you were sure of it. The confusion is blatant on your face and Marco leans in, whispering in your ear.
“Pops had a biological son; your friend looks like he could be his grandson.”
Your eyes go wide, and you look over at Law, before turning back to Marco. “Seriously!?”
“Yeah. Look, I don’t want to get into speculating on my own, but I think it’s important enough to bring up, yoi.” Marco explains.
You pinch the bridge of your nose, and sigh. “Alright, alright, but Marco, I haven’t told him anything about Pops.”
“Well, sorry then, (y/n), but you’re going to have to break into that before the party.” Marco says, patting your shoulder.
“Yeah.” You look up to the sky and sigh. “Thanks, Marco.”
Marco smiles and ruffles your hair. “I’m sure it’ll work out.”
“Huh?” You look at him again, confusion back on your face. Something in his tone made you think he was talking about something else suddenly.
“Your crush, yoi.” He said quietly, winking.
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Part 6
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Part 7
His Sky
@aintinacage @haru-reto
It had only been a few weeks since Peter Quill had returned back to his home Earth. Drax and Nebula were working on the new society. Mantis was exploring the world on her own. Leaving me and Groot with Rocket to lead the new guardians team. Tossing the covers off of my bunk I groaned, stretching out in an attempt to wake up. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I focused my attention on Rocket’s bare back when he was yanking a shirt off his body and tossing it onto a chair. “Rock, you should have woke me up. I could have gotten up with you.”
“That wasn’t necessary, squirrel. Today ain't that exciting for patrol anyway.” He shrugged his shoulders, walking over to my cot and sitting down on the edge. “But let’s not talk about that.”
Sending him a slight glare I dropped my shoulders. “Rocket, come on. I know that being the leader can’t be easy.”
“Pfft nah. I’m totally fine. I mean I was already the leader because Quill wasn’t very good.” He made a noise crossing his arms over his chest but I could tell that he was trying to act like he wasn’t stressed when he truly was.
Slightly rolling my eyes at the raccoon I cared for I scooted closer to him so we were sitting side by side but not looking at one another. “Rock, you don’t have to lie to me. You can tell me if this is too much for you.”
“What…what. I’m not lying. Why would I lie about that?” Rocket waved his paws out in front of his chest avoiding my gaze while he spoke.
Hitting him on the arm he winced glaring at me. “Rocket, stop being all big and tough around me when we are alone. I get that the team needs a tough leader but we’re not just teammates.”
“I guess you’re right.” He rubbed his arm before his ears perked up with him jumping off the cot and I followed his footsteps. “Instead of sitting here getting mushy and stuff we should go get you trained with some weapons on the off chance we have to save the people of this planet.”
Shrugging my shoulders I went out the door with the raccoon where we walked side by side out of the building and into the crowded streets. He wouldn’t hold my paw unless we were alone, just the two of us. He had us enter a different part of our building for me to see guns laying around on a messy table. “Rocket, what is all this?”
"Weapons of my own design obviously, Y/n Squirrel. I told you that I would teach you how to shoot since you're on my guardians team now." He put his arms together across his furry chest
Scratching my head I nodded at the new leader. "I don't know if I'll be very good."
Rocket shrugged his shoulders tugging my arm in his paw until we were both standing in front of one of the target posters. It was hanging a little ways from us since the bullets needed to be tested from a further distance. "Ah you'll be fine. You've been a quick learner from the night we met."
"So I just hold it on my shoulder like this?" I asked nervously when I pressed part of the gun that looked like a rifle against my shoulder but it felt weird holding it the way I was in the moment.
The raccoon scratches his face for a brief moment stepping closer where his front was against my back as much as possible. "More like this, Y/n." He shifted my left hand further back from the end of the barrel and the butt of the gun was tightly against my shoulder with my right hand on the trigger.
"Uh Rock." I gulped feeling my furry face turning red at how close we were.
He ignores my worries. “Pay attention. Don’t be like Groot and do this wrong. Otherwise I won’t be able to tolerate dealing with any more idiots in my life. So you just hold it up against your arm like this and slowly squeeze the trigger after I step away.”
He stepped backwards with his hands down at his sides while I sucked in a tight breath focusing my gaze on the target in front of me. Blinking a couple of times I squeezed the trigger and the gun fired a few bullets off until the last one where I screamed when I fell back and landed on my back rubbing my head but I had a slight grin on my face at the feeling and the sound it made. “Ow! That was…amazing. Am I horrible for feeling like that?”
“Y/n, I’m sorry. Here let’s get you up.” He offered me his hands and helped pull me up to my feet ignoring the firearm laying on the floor abandoned now. “Don’t worry about it, Squirrel. But ohh yeah it’s a great feeling. I mean I get an adrenaline rush every time I get to use one of them.”
I chuckled, moving my hands down to sway at my sides meeting his soft brown eyes that were looking at mine. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be as passionate about this as you. But maybe you can teach me how to not get thrown on my tail the next time.”
“Sure, sure, we can totally do that.” He nodded immediately in agreement before something in his pocket started vibrating so he pulled out his tracker and saw Nebula’s face pop up on the blue hologram screen. “What do you want?”
She responded to her former teammate. “I know you’re going to hate this but I have a favor to ask of you guys. Could you come sometime and show the guardians are here to protect the new society?”
“Why the hell would we need to do something like that? We’re clearly busy with defending the galaxy and don’t have time to parade around in front of cameras and be friendly with stuck up people.” Rocket scoffed back at the blue robot woman.
Nudging him in the ribs I sent him a half glare. “Rocket, come on now. One night of fun won’t kill us…Nebula we will go.”
“What-“ Rocket raises his voice until I raise a hand in front of his face, cutting him off.
Turning my attention back to the new society leader I dropped my shoulders responding to the raccoon beside me. Knowing that he wouldn’t like the plan until later. “Nebula, we will be there when you need us. Just tell us where and when…as for you mister raccoon if you agree to go then when we get back I’ll let you teach me all of your favorite weapons hmm.”
“Fine, fine, but don’t think that I’ll be mushy all the time just because you ask me to do something. I have a reputation to maintain after all, Y/n Squirrel.” Rocket grumbled giving me a half smile hanging up the call with his friend focusing on me.
Putting my hands on his shoulders I smiled through some tears thinking back to our fallen friends. “Lylla, Teefs and Floor would have been proud of what you’re doing. And even more thrilled that we helped so many others escape the High Evolutionary.”
“Yeah you’re probably right, Y/n. When I almost died I saw them. They saw sky….I..l miss them.” He mumbled before he moved closer to me and for the first time in our lives actually hugged me first. Wrapping my arms around his neck I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.
Squeezing his shoulders I felt him squeeze me back before we both wiped away tears seeing Groot standing in the doorway. “Groot, how long have you been standing there?” I questioned the tree man that was taller than either of us,
“I am Groot.” He replied.
Rocket made a face where we both started blushing at what he had said. “No, we're not gonna have a kid. When I raised you by myself it was hard enough.” Groot lowered his smile before I separated away from him tugging the tree outside.
When Rocket was left alone he just watched you go along with his friend in silence and he thought to himself that life was easier with you around and that maybe just maybe someday you two could have kids or whatever and be a family.
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stargazerlillian · 2 months
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"Vide Cor Tuum"
During what should be another ordinary night in the Underworld, something new and strange leaves Panic wide awake and afraid.
Pain and Panic belong to Disney.
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It was once again nighttime in Athens.
Apollo's sun chariot had long since disappeared beyond the horizon, making way for Selene's moon chariot and luminescent veil, casting the land below in the gentle aura of moonglow.
All pairs of feet had ceased walking the streets, and all pairs of eyes had shut the world away, not to open again until the light of a new golden morn came.
Miles beneath the earth, in the bowels of the Underworld, nighttime was no different.
Within the walls of his bedchamber, Hades lied beneath the covers as if he were lying in state - a position more than befitting for the one and only god of the dead.
His monstrous hellhound, Cerberus, was curled up by the foot of the kline, all three sleeping heads pointed towards the door and ready to act in case some foolish intruder dared to disturb his master's sleep.
Even the restless souls of the dead drifting in the waters of the river Styx seemed to cease their moans of agony when night fell over the world above, much like how they did in life.
From the outside looking in, it seemed that all who dwelled in this particular dark pocket close to the heart of the world was well under the spell cast by the blanket of slumber Morpheus had carried across the land.
But somewhere in the darkness, a lone pair of large yellow eyes remained wide, wide open.
Panic traced the same picture on the stone ceiling for what felt like the thousandth time. It was only one hour into the new day, and the sweet embrace of sleep was still evading him. His mind was racing with all sorts of troubled thoughts - but not for the usual reasons.
Ever since he returned from his latest assignment with Pain, he had gotten this... feeling.
A feeling that wasn't there before.
A feeling that something didn't quite fit anymore.
He clutched the covers close to his chest. Something inside him was... different. He couldn't explain it. He just felt different.
He sat up and looked to the other side of the bedchamber, where Pain lied asleep. He didn't want to disturb him, but he simply couldn't ignore this... feeling anymore. Something had to be said.
"Um… P-Pain?" Panic called, his voice quavering.
Pain grumbled and shifted under his bedclothes. "What?"
"Are... a-are you awake?"
"Only because a certain worrywart is bugging me." He yawned and sat up, rubbing one of his eyes. "What’s the problem?"
"Have you… well… felt… a little... different lately?"
Pain shifted his eyes all around the room. "Uuuh, no? What do you mean?"
Panic wrung and twisted the top of the sheet in his hands as a heat crawled up the back of his neck.
"Weeell, um… y-you see… I’ve been feeling this… this little, um… warmth… r-right here," he placed a hand to his chest, "in my chest."
Pain's heart froze for a second at those last few words. "A… warmth in your chest?"
Panic nodded his head rapidly. "Y-yeah, yeah! I-it's kinda like a... a spark. Or a glow, or, or something! I-I don't know what it is, but it just won't quit! I haven't been able to sleep! Oh, please tell me you know what it is?"
Pain swallowed nervously. Panic is feeling it too? How could this be?
Were they coming down with some new illness never heard of by anyone? Have they become the unwilling hosts of a pair of vindictive spirits? Has one of the gods cast a curse on them without them knowing?
He shook his head. No, no - there has to be a rational explanation for this. What else could cause them to feel a concerning warmth in their chests?
Then it hit him.
"Oh, that? Pfft, that’s er… just a bit of heartburn, brother." Pain ragged, waving a hand dismissively. "You might have eaten your food just a little too fast at dinnertime. Don’t worry about it, it happens to me all the time. Just try… elevating your head or something. That should help clear it up."
Panic's horns tilted downward. "O-oh… heartburn… I see…" He turned his head away from Pain and stared awkwardly at his feet, which were currently two mere lumps under the covers.
"That answer your question?"
A pause. Panic swallowed and looked down at his hands, still wringing the top of the sheet.
"Y-yeah… I guess…"
"Good. Now do us both a favor and go to sleep, okay?" Pain lied back down on his left side and pulled the covers over him, his back facing Panic. "We’ve got a big day tomorrow. You know how much the boss hates us oversleeping."
Panic lied back down as well, this time with an extra pillow under his head, and went back to staring at the ceiling. As much as he wanted Pain to be right, he knew at the back of his mind that he most likely wasn't. Last time he checked, heartburn felt like a burn, not a glow... didn't it?
He clasped his hands over his chest, the tiny spark beneath showing no signs of dwindling. This was going to be a long night.
"Y-yeah, yeah… right. G-good night, Pain."
"Night, Panic."
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cafetheofficial · 1 year
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Love in a letter
Fluff, confession
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It was late at night, and you were in your ramshackle thinking of what to write in your love letter.
From the first time you have laid eyes on the heartslabyul house warden you instantly fell in love. Every single time you see him your eyes light up with joy, and usually you have a big smile on your face, while you wave to Riddle.
Riddle always smiles back, and sometimes even sneaks in a little wave, you know Riddle quite well, but you don’t get much occasion’s to have a proper conversation with him.
So you have decided to write him a letter to tell him how you feel.
But sadly there were only a bunch of torn paper around the room, but you have to keep trying! I mean some day you’ll have to tell him right?
So there you are writing the most chaotic love letter. You have finished and for the finishing touches you added a heart, and a little drawing of Riddle. You putted it into a envelope and sealed it with a heart, just in case it wasn’t obvious enough that it was a love letter.
But now it was the hard part, you actually have to give it to him, but who said you have too give him it manually, you can just sneak it in or make someone else do it for you.
So your plan was to sneak it into his room at night, you know technically everyone is asleep at that hour right? So that was that, at one in the morning you will sneak into heartslabyul and put it under Riddles room.
Time skip!
It was late at night everyone was asleep at least you thought that, you tip toed into the dorm.
Sadly you didn’t see shit so you bumped into everything, you were quite shocked that no one woke up, you went through the hallway but something unexpected happened, you were met with a tap on you shoulder, you turn around to see Riddle standing with his arms crossed.
-And may I know what in the world are you doing!?
Riddle whispered screamed.
-Oh well, haha I um…
You didn’t have an excuse for being here at this hour. Riddle just looked at you with a raised brow expecting for you to answer him. But it was over, your mission failed and now you just have to tell him everything or else it will probably be off with your head, but would that even matter you don’t use magic either way.
-Riddle, I wanted to give you this latter, I uh wanted to tell you how I felt and I was too embarrassed to give it to you manually , I want to tell you that I really like you more then friends, I felt that since I first layId my eyes on you, so I just want you to know that I love you Riddle.
You blushed, it was so awkward for you to confess your feelings but you couldn’t hold it in any longer, you truly love Riddle, he’s on your mind 24/7 and the butterflies that you have when you see him, his red hair, his grey eyes, his stunning face.
Riddle on the other hand was just red as his hair, he couldn’t say a word, the butterflies he got when he heard you say you love him were unbearable he loved you back but he just looked at you.
You smiled awkwardly at him.
-It’s okay if you don’t like me back I just wanted you to know-
-I love you too.
He finally said it, it was dead at night you could only hear the wind and his voice, your eyes fluttered and you looked at him with dumbfounded expression. Your cheeks went bright pink and you could see the softness in his eyes, barely but it was there. Finally you smiled at him grabbed both his hands in yours. He was a little surprised but soon relaxed and smiled back.
You hugged him, practically falling into his arms, Riddle hugged you back as he gently brushed his hand through your hair, you peeked from his arms to see his soft smile looking down on you.
-May I?
-You may.
Riddle blushed as your lips met, the soft and sweet kiss lasted quite awhile, until you needed some air, looking at him he squeezes your cheek, you giggle as he softly sighed.
-Your lucky I love you or else it would be off with your head if I saw you at this hour.
-Pfft, come on we need some sleep.
-Excuse me the Ramshackle isn’t that way.
-Oh and I thought we’d fall asleep in each other’s arms while I gently stroke your hair and give you kisses, but I guess that won’t be happening tonight.
You Jokingly said with a smirk as you turned around, but to your surprise Riddle grabbed your hand and you were off to his room.
-but only tonight!
You smiled at his red face.
You plopped on his bed, rolling over to make space for Riddle. Riddle went over and laid next to you.
Riddle was facing you, and you were facing Riddle, soon enough you scooted over to give him a kiss on the forehead, he wrapped his arms around your waist shyly, he buried his face into your chest, you gently stroked his hair as you both fell asleep.
You were safe in his arms, and he was happy to finally have someone to love and care, he smiled through his sleep as you laid your head on his.
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Bak: Yeah, same, though how’s everything else going? Do you need me to check on anything else before I leave?
Mystery: Charissa’s still... “tired” as she puts it, so she’s just laying down all day... she says she’ll be ready if we’re needed on this hypothetical mission of yours.
Bak: I wish I could stay... she might be having nightmares again...
Mystery: I hope me insisting she talk to Gil about her parents didn’t cause this...
Bak: Hrm... speaking of Gil-did she seem “off” to you last night?
Mystery: She’s been upset about Moe’s stunt to stop that Shadow Creature-he did tell me they talked, because Moe’s also “off”... I think whatever they talked about really shook the both of them or something... I’m not sure, honestly.
Bak: The look in Gil’s eyes reminded me of myself when I’m in an extremely foul mood...
Mystery: Well, Popo’s basically hovering around her like a Combee on a flowerbed right now... he’s picked up on it, too... but I’ll keep an eye out as well-shouldn’t be too hard... The last time I saw her like that was-
Bak: Right after South Town, I think... yeah... something bad was brought up...
Mystery: Everyone else is fine, Moira’s still sleeping, she was training until it was too dark to see well without our Pins or good night vision-glad I stayed. Athan’s keeping an eye on her-I didn’t tell him about my theory though-he’s also trying to cook up his berry-stuffed bread things again to maybe do some morale-boosting. Bean seems to be just fine, though she’s as lost as the rest of us are about Gil and Moe’s whole deal, so, she’s trying to cheer up Charissa to distract herself, I guess?
Bak: Fair enough, if anyone gets worse, please call me, I have a long range communicator with me.
Mystery: You got it. Pau’s squad should be here soon, right?
Bak: I’ll meet them half way, I heard Ayanna’s team were considering staying here as a permanent patrol, so she may pop up to announce that to Pau... and also probably ask about new uniforms-apparently they don’t have any extras with them.
Mystery: Pfft... I guess even they didn’t expect to have their gear ruined... but that’s expensive to fix or even replace.
Bak: Yeep... well... I’ll head out now, remember, call me and I’ll get to you as soon as possible if not immediately!
Mystery: You got it! ... (And now that whole “unofficial Guild Captain” thing comes into play...)
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luna-the-shark4254 · 2 years
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*049 rushes by with an armful of water bottles* Kiki: What's going on? 035: 049 wouldn't drink water. Kiki: ...And? 035: And I asked them how fast they could chug an entire bottle. 049, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!
035: Am I going to far? Kiki: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.
Kiki: I’m afraid of clowns. There, I said it. Andy: Kiki, if you don't like clowns, why are you hanging with 035?
Murderer: Any last words? 035: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.
Andy: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds. Kiki: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work? Andy: NO-
049: The Ocean is a soup. Andy: Andy: Do elaborate. 049: What are needed for something to be a soup? Andy: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine. 049: *Tilts head* Andy: The Ocean is a Soup. 049: The Ocean is a Soup.
Kiki: Here are two pictures. one of them is your room, and the other is the garbage dump. Catgurl: *points at a picture* That one is the dump. Kiki: tHEY'RE BOTH YOUR ROOM!
Catgurl: Yes, I'm adopting 049 and you cowards can't tell me no!
(A day later)
Catgurl: Why aren’t you sleeping? 049: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Catgurl. Catgurl: 049: ...The nightmares. Catgurl: *wrapping their arms around 049* Awwww, sweetie-
Kiki: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective? Andy: *crouches down* 035: *kneels down* 049: *sits on the floor* Kiki: Kiki: I hate all of you.
049: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Catgurl: Catgurl: I like you.
Catgurl: I’m going to hell. 049: Probably. Catgurl: I'll pick you up? 049: *nodding* Carpool.
Catgurl: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food? 049: ...What???
Andy, talking about 035: Is this a friend of yours, 049? 049: Kind of? Not really. They're in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.
035: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to 049 and not do the thing, 035: Well there’s a clear right answer here. 035: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*
035: I give up. I am so tired. 049: Get the emergency supply! Andy: *carries Kiki and places them in front of 035* Kiki: *smiles* 035: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO
Catgurl: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Catgurl: *upends the bottle*
035: Look guys, I need help. 049: Love help? Kiki: Financial help? Andy: Emotional help? Catgurl: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Catgurl* Catgurl: What?
Kiki: You’re giving me a sticker? 049: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!” Kiki: I’m not a preschooler. 049: Fine, I’ll take it back- Kiki: I earned this, back off!
049: The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice. Catgurl: Sacrifice? I nominate 035. 035: Wait, what? Catgurl: Because you're little, you'll fit on a barbecue. 035: I'm 5'9, it's like average height in most of the world! 049: Its not that kind of of sacrifice guys!
Monika: Did Catgurl just tell me they loved me for the first time? Kiki: Yeah, they did. Monika: And did I just do finger guns back? Kiki: Yeah, you did.
049: What time is it? 035: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out 035: *BLASTS the saxaphone* Monika: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING 035: It’s 2 am
Catgurl: Ooh, somebody has a crush Andy: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Kiki I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Andy, very much awake: Uh oh.
Catgurl: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. 035: Mine just says "035 no." Catgurl: I want you to apply it to every possible situation
Catgurl, tearing up the room: Where are they? Catgurl, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children? Catgurl: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.
Monika: We're having a baby. 049: Oh, cangradu- Catgurl, slamming adoption papers onto the table: It's you, sign here.
Catgurl: Do you need help getting up? 049: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.
049: I can't believe you've done this..... Kiki: I'm sorry I didn't know-! 049, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!
Monika: Kiki won’t come out of their room! Andy: Just tell them I said something. Monika: Like what? Andy: Anything factually incorrect. Monika, shrugging: If you say so. Kiki, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?
049: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now. 035: There are no books in prison. 049: *sighs* Thank you.
Kiki: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE! Kiki: *aggressively throws water bottles* 049: Uh... what's up with them? Andy: They're trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us. Kiki: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! 035, crying:It's working.
Catgurl: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEART DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED! Catgurl: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY! 035: Catgurl just threw a tantrum about a chair. 035: I just won Catgurl Tantrum Bingo.
999: I am strong! I beat 035 at arm wrestling! Monika: Anyone can beat 035 at arm wrestling! 035: Hey-
Monika, texting: O 049: What? Monika: Don’t read into that. 049: But I will read into that. Monika: HOW?! IT’S A LETTER! 049: Why is there a space after it, hmmmmm? Monika: Dude, really? Monika: It’s a fucking letter. 049: It could stand for something! Monika: IT DOESN’T, I PROMISE! 049: Like Oppression! Or worse… Monika: Dude, I just typed the letter O, that means nothing. :/ 049: Optometrist. Monika: Oh my God…
049: Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts. 035: Hey, 049. 049: GODDAMNIT!
Kiki: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”. Kiki: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.
Kiki: And here we see 049 and 999 in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. 049: Gaelic bread. 999: Grueling brad. 049: Ha ha, glamorous beans.
Monika & 999: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire* Monika: We need an adult! 999: Monika, you are an adult! Monika: We need an adultier adult! Get 049!
999: And now for a gay update with Monika and Catgurl. 049: Getting gayer. 999: Thank you, 049.
Monika: Are they stupid? Kiki: Yes, but they prefer to be called 035.
035: The fuck, no I'm not. Monika: Excuse the hell out of you? Kiki: Ding dong, you are right! Catgurl: Who told you that? And why did they lie? 049: Rude.
Monika: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal! Andy: Can a butterfly be nonbinary? Monika: I mean, maybe? I don't judge. 035, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then- Kiki: Then it would be inconvenient as fuck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back. 049: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah... Catgurl: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a- 035: No, nononono. You fuckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the fucking privilege to make that reference. Andy: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference? Monika: You clearly have not lived with them long enough.
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