#And I’m gonna blast the heck out of it

[k9wa]

𑣲 RILE HIM UP ! ft BOOTHILL.

⠀ — your least favourite cyborg is brought back to you a mangled mess.

⠀ OR

⠀ — being boothill’s mechanic when you lowkey can’t stand each other.

⚠︎ sweet sweet tension, a little suggestive towards the end, gn reader (no referring pronouns), can they fuck already, this was ib by his lightcone, wc 1.9k

boothill's eyes flickered to life, emitting a faint glow of red as his systems began to reboot.

a pair of familiar red pupils met yours, two crosshairs fading into sight as boothill regained his sight and— to your dismay— consciousness.

as the cyborg regained his motion he attempted a step forward, only to realise he didn’t have the feet or legs to do so. the only thing keeping him powered on were some metal claws screwed into his back and a few loose cables connecting to your terminals.

“sugar plum,” boothill's scruffy voice cut through the silence. “do y'care to explain where my legs might’a run off to?”

you actually cocked an eyebrow. how the hell were you supposed to know? boothill was brought back to you in a mess of scraps and wiring— the damn hunk of metal was lucky you made him as blast proof as possible and he was left salvageable. 

“care to tell me how the hell you got this roughed up?”

you asked in turn, crouching down to look at the detached and ruined internals of boothill's torso where the stand-in wires were connected. you ran a finger carefully along the edge of his shredded metallic stomach.

“guess i didn't make you as smart as i thought. time for a newer model, maybe?”

boothill's eyes flickered down to his missing lower half, then to your hand that was more or less caressing him. it was amazing how much annoyance they could show in all their artificial glory.

“look who’s talkin.” the cowboy grumbled, pointy fangs poking out in an irritated grin. 

“how ‘bout, ‘gee, boothill! i’m real glad y’ain’t get blown to smithereens beyond repair!’” 

“it would've been less work for me if whoever blew you up finished the job.”

you sighed as you stood up, putting a hand lazily on your hip.

“how’d it happen?”

boothill bit back another argument with a gruff chuckle.

“some real cutie-pies i was huntin’ down had a lil’ more firepower than i expected. guess they didn’t appreciate me spoilin’ their party.”

boothill visibly cringed as his insult was substituted with some cutesy nickname mid explanation.

“and can you fix my beautiful synesthesia beacon already? this thing is drivin’ me up the wall.”

the request fell on deaf ears as your fingers typed something on your laptop, likely another string of code.

“you’re more concerned about your censor than how long it’s gonna take me to put your legs back on…” you sighed to yourself, still leaned over your workbench, eyes focused on your screen.

“i'm not touching it right now. you’re lucky i’m even letting you stay sentient after this.”

boothill snorted at the remark, brows furrowing in a steady grimace.

“well, ‘scuse me for wantin’ to speak freely–  i’m a grown man!” his pointy teeth shone as they peeked out again in a grin.

“y’know what? just leave yer lil’ tools and all the pieces there— i’ll get my legs back on myself. don’t need no charity work from the likes’a you.” he laughed. “heck, may even give myself a new pecker while i'm at it!”

the mechanic had half a mind to listen, sit back and watch boothill struggle to reassemble himself just to prove a point and simultaneously bask in his embarrassment when the former realised it wasn’t possible.

(not that he would’ve admitted defeat– you would have begrudgingly stepped in and helped before he inevitably messed up his wiring more.)

you stepped back over to boothill, hands moving to hold his cheeks so you could tilt his face side to side to check for any more damage.

“cool it, cowboy.” your eyes squinted in focus as they looked at boothill's, lightly tugging up on his eyelid to check for scratches or cracks.

“i'll get you back up and running, just lose the attitude already.”

boothill's eyes narrowed as he felt your touch on his face. the temperature difference of warm fingers on his cold, mechanical body stirring an oddity where his gut should have been. though he tried to ignore it, the sensation was there, clear as day against all his artificial nerve endings. 

“real easy for you to say,” he huffed, avoiding your eyes as he was examined like a broken toy. “let’s see how peachy you are when yer all strung up and legless, love muffin.”

that censor really was gonna drive him insane.

“just get it over with.'' boothill muttered in annoyance. “and try not t’fuss anythin’ up.”

it took quite some time, as expected, for you to successfully reattach boothill’s legs and fix his mangled midsection. when you were finally finished, you tugged out any leftover wires that connected boothill to your terminals and pushed back in your wheelie chair to beckon the cowboy forward. you pushed your glasses up to your forehead, some hair getting swept out of your eyes with them.

“feel fine?”

boothill rolled his ankles and bent his knees, giving his legs a good stretch to test their mobility.

“mighty fine,” he responded, satisfied to feel they were weighted and moved the same as before. “though i can’t say i’m lovin’ the breeze up my backside.” 

boothill glanced down at himself, steel body completely bare and lacking any of his signature clothing. 

“got my pants lyin’ around anywhere, sugar plum?”

you pointed to another table in the room, where boothills clothes— (or rather the new ones you had to go and get—) were neatly folded, his hat placed on top of them. 

boothill went to get himself dressed, hoisting up his bell bottomed pants and sliding on his jacket. he stole a glance in your direction every so often, resisting the childish urge to roll his eyes at the mere sight of you.

the artificial man hit a small bump in the road as he went to zip his jacket (could you really call it that with how little it covered?) up—  his fingers weren’t responding as well as they should have been. he could open and close his fist, but lacked the precision to pinch and hold the zipper.

“hey, honeybun,'' boothill called over to you with a furrowed brow. “didn’t i tell you not to go fudgin’ anythin’ up?”

you, in all your overtired glory groaned, turning around in your chair and waving boothill back over.

“what are you talking about?” 

“my cute lil’ fingers ain’t workin’ that’s what i’m talkin’ ‘bout!”

boothill's footsteps were clunky and loud as he stomped his way back over to his mechanic.

you reached for his hand, an uncharacteristic gentleness in your touch as you examined five mechanical fingers.

“make a fist,”

boothill obeyed, curling his fingers into his palm.

“open it,”

he obeyed again, letting them open and relax.

“hold up two fingers,”

boothill tried, but his fingers got stuck halfway into the motion, locking at the joints.

“son of a bitch.” you sighed, turning for one of your tools. “sit back down.”

boothill grumbled and went to hoist himself back onto the workbench.

“least one o’us can say it…” 

“do you want me to fix you or not?”

“i'm sittin’ ain’t i??”

you pulled boothill's shirt off his left shoulder and popped open a tiny panel on the curve of his neck, sliding your glasses back on to the bridge of your nose. with a lean forward you began carefully looking at a few thin wires that filled the space.

boothill tapped his fingers against the tabletop while you worked, that same oddity as before settling in his now repaired gut. he rarely got messed up enough for you and him to spend this much time together, or for you to have to really be in such close proximity.

it’s not uncomfortable, but the feeling is by no means familiar. it’s actually a little embarrassing– a galaxy ranger, a space cyborg and expert hunter, feeling almost flustered at some close contact like some kind of shy little girl.

“something the matter?”

boothill nearly jumped as you spoke up quietly to check on him, voice quiet and so close to his ear he had to refrain from leaning both closer and away.

“nah, everything’s just dandy.” boothill’s voice followed yours– quieter and a little softer as a result of the closeness.

“you’re sure?” you looked up from the small mess of wires, eyes glancing up at your cyborg over the rim of your glasses. “might as well fix anything else that’s bugging you while i’m here.”

boothill would have swallowed if he had the need to lubricate his throat. he shook his head, turning to look somewhere— anywhere else.

yours lingered on him, albeit briefly, observing the clench of his jaw and the way he tried to shift in his seat without being disruptive to your work. he didn’t see the little smirk tug at your lips as you refocused on the task at hand.

boothill’s cybernetic limbs felt almost human in their sensitivity, sending faux shivers up a spine he didn’t even have. the mechanics fingers running down his forearm are doing him no favours as they move to hold his hand again.

“close your fist…open it…two fingers up…”

each command was obeyed, ten gunmetal fingers finally holding up a little peace sign.

“that should be it, come see me if they start acting up again.”

you stood up, tentatively reaching out to fix boothill’s jacket and begin to zip it for him.

boothill didn’t protest the act, but it was…confusing, to say the least.

“reckon i’ll just start seein’ those auto bots again,” he leaned back on his palms as your fingers fixed his collar, straightening it out.  “much as i love our lil’ visits.”

you only hummed, smoothing out a few wrinkles and neatly tucking his scarf into it’s neckline, as he liked. “you could,” you mused, hooking your finger lightly into his collar and giving a gentle tug forward. “they don’t take as good care of you as i do, though.”

this time boothill caught the little smirk on your lips, clear as day and enough to make him question if short circuiting was possible.

you’re doing it on purpose, he knows. the careful touches to his hands and body against the sensors you put there, quiet voice leaving him with a frisson you made it possible for him to have.

boothill returned the smirk, albeit a little wobbly.

“you tryin’a rile me up, sugar plum?” 

he entertained you with a lean forward, two white crosshairs looking right at you while he considered if a hand on your waist was too forward or the perfect cornering move. 

“just like watching you squirm.”

you were gone as quickly as you’d arrived, finger unhooked and going to pick up his hat.

“but say i was,” you didn’t bother with a glance over as you made sure the brim was straight and unharmed. “i hardly have to try.” 

boothill hopped down from the table, following your path and offering a scruffy chuckle when you reached up to place it on his head.

“yeah? and what makes y’say that?” his hand found a place on his hip.

you didn’t respond— not verbally, anyway. a quick flick of your eyes downwards was all he received. 

so he followed, looking down as well, to the very appendage he had insisted you give him over and over again pushing against his trousers. 

his own dream, now his downfall. 

boothill pushed passed you, pushing his hat further down onto his head while he stomped away. the profanities that left his lips filled the air— or rather their replacements. something something i love you blah blah peach cobbler something cutie-pie or meow!

“remind me t’settle for them lovely auto bots next time!”

he opened the door with a firm kick of his boot, stomping out with a scowl. 

as if he wouldn’t be back. you took better care of him, after all.

⠀ 𑣲 MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

[mokulule]

A Pinch of Salt - Part 4

First | Masterpost

The final part of the first installment of the Salt in the Bones series which is a project co-created with @clockwayswrites, you can see the other stuff written for it in the masterpost link above or go to the first part.

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John looked at the kid, who just stepped inside the fucking binding circle. His mouth fell open in shock.

“What is wrong with you!?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was an exclamation, and John didn’t wait for any answer. “Of all the sodding, daft, goddamn tossers - what were you bloody thinking? No, you weren’t thinking. Otherwise you wouldn’t have fucking done that. You DO NOT go into the blasted circle!”

“Are you done?”

“Am I-“ John spluttered.

Are you done? He asked, as if John was the unreasonable one here! “Oh you’re right chuffed, aren’t you mate? Well, you cocked up, you’re about to be banished right alongside the storm, you little git!”

“Then stop the banishing or banish us both. It’s your choice.” Kid stood, back straight, jaw clenched stubbornly and a frown over those wide blue eyes. His hair and clothes whipped violently from the storm, but he didn’t care, just kept his eyes on John.

John raised his hands in frustration, words dying on his tongue. It would serve him right!

It would serve him right; he stepped into the bloody circle. It wasn’t John’s fault. Everything was going fine for once and maybe that should have been John’s warning. Whatever was up with the kid he apparently had a soft spot for ghosts - even after John had told him several times that the spirit was gone. It’d gone nova. No coming back. The end. It would continue it’s rampage until it burned out. It would hurt and destroy indiscriminately.

And yet he still-

It would serve him right to get sent to Hell alongside it. It wouldn’t even be the first time someone John worked with got sent to Hell for their trouble. John Constantine was bad luck for everyone around him. It happened.

But it was different when John held the reins of the spell that did it, when he had the choice to stop it.

Still John was at his wits end. If he stopped the banishing, the kid was still trapped in the circle with the spectral storm. If he broke the circle they were back at square one except they were in the center of the storm’s power and it was even angrier.

It was easier, safer, to just continue the banishing. Kid had made his stupid arse decision. John wasn’t a good person. He did what was necessary. Ends and means and all that.

But he was a bloody kid - a teenager - they were basically obligated to do stupid shit. Didn’t mean he deserved to get sent to Hell for it. John had seen and done a lot of shit, but when it came right down to it he didn’t want to add sending a kid to Hell.

John had seen enough dead kids to last him a lifetime.

“Oh bollocks.” John let his arms fall and cut the feed to the banishing spell, wincing slightly at the backlash. “You better have a plan kid.”

The kid had to have some sort of abilities with that aura, maybe all hope was not lost? The kid grimaced and John’s forced optimism crumbled like so much sand.

“I-“ the kid winced as something in the storm hit the back of his head. He rubbed the spot, and looked almost apologetic, “I figured I’d try talking to them.”

John stared.

And stared.

“Or-“ the kid backtracked, “just calm them down somehow?”

“You cannot ‘calm down’ a spectral storm!” John felt like a broken record on repeat. “It’s impossible.”

He threw up his hands and walked exactly three steps away counting his breaths all the while wracking his brain for a different solution. There weren’t any good ones. Heck it was a miracle the kid hadn’t already been torn to pieces being inside the circle.

“We’re dead,” he lamented dramatically.

“Half-dead.”

John’s head snapped around at the weird response.

“I mean,” the kid tried for a smile, “I’m the only one in the circle.”

John stared in despair. The kid’s sense of humor needed serious work.

“I’m not gonna leave you in the bloody circle, kid.”

Danny stood struck wide eyed at the admission. That was- He didn’t know how to deal with that. There was a pang in his chest. He felt too open, too vulnerable. He swallowed before finding his voice.

“Just let me try something, okay?”

Danny turned around to face the center of the storm, he instantly had to squeeze his eyes near shut, from all the dust. Instinctively he took a breath and coughed. Okay breathing not good. Too bad he was human right now.

He had to get closer, closer to that screaming grief. He might be human right now, but he was also a ghost and the anger from earlier was just a thin veneer on top of grief on top of a cry for help. He felt it in his core like scrabbling hands desperately looking for purchase.

He took a step forward, hands up to shield his face, pushing against the wind. Another step. Then another.

How was he gonna calm them down?

Danny didn’t know. He knew fighting. He’d even sometimes recently had luck with talking. But this? It was way beyond talking, until they were calm there would be no such thing. Danny didn’t know what to do. He could only press on and hope an idea came to him.

The grief was stronger the closer he got to the center, it tore into him. Tears trickled down his cheeks and turned into gunk from the dust. Something sharp cut into his bare arms. Danny frowned, kept his head down and pushed forward.

Another step and the grief sunk sharp claws into his core. He screamed clutching his chest and gasping for breath that would do nothing. But the claws were gone as soon as they’d come, retreated as if they’d touched fire.

“Are you alright kid?!”

Danny spared a quick glance back to Trenchcoat who stood all the way up to the edge of the circle, face white as if he’d seen a ghost. Danny couldn’t help smiling at that. Something that alarmed Trenchcoat even further.

“I’m breaking the circle.”

“Don’t,” Danny coughed clearing his throat.

Danny looked back up, squinting through the swirling dust. It may not be visible, but something had changed. There was still the anger and grief, but something else too. A sense of waiting. Waiting to see what Danny would do. They had tried tearing him, the trespasser, apart down to his core, but in doing so they had felt him. They had felt his intention to help and retreated.

Trenchcoat was wrong, there was still a sentience there. Danny found himself grinning in triumph.

But even better Danny had an idea. His core vibrated giddily in his chest. He was a bit sore, but otherwise none the worse for wear. He just needed to reach out and connect with the ghost, he felt sure he could calm them. He just he needed a distraction, he didn’t need Trenchcoat to realize he was the one doing anything ghostly. He wracked his brain, something that made noise, drew attention, was maybe a bit ridiculous, but didn’t take much of his attention from the real work-

That was it!

“Twinkle-“ his voice broke on the first word but gained strength as he continued- “twinkle little star,” Danny sang. He didn’t need to look back to see the incredulous look on Trenchcoat’s face.

He kept singing, he knew that song by heart. His mom used to sing it to him, back when she actually put him to bed. There was a stab of melancholy, but Danny clutched on to the positive aspect of the memory and reached out with his core, its hum getting stronger.

It’s okay, he told the ghost, help. Safe. Peace. Calm.

He took step by step further into the calming storm. And all the while he sung them a lullaby.

John stared.

Then he stared some more. He was doing a lot of staring today.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he was hearing.

The kid was was singing a lullaby to the spectral storm. And that wasn’t even the most baffling thing. No, the kid was singing a lullaby to the spectral storm and it was bloody working.

The storm gradually calmed until suddenly it was gone. The silence was loud in the sudden emotional void. John staggered from the sudden lack of pressure. All that malice gone in an instant. All that was left was a gently cupped ball of light in the kids hands.

“There you are,” the kid said softly in a slightly scratchy voice.

John couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. It was impossible and yet here they were.

There was a flash of light and suddenly they stood in a house. Built brick by brick by two pairs of hands. Children ran through the rooms. They grew up. They had kids of their own, who had kids of their own. They lived and they loved and they were protected.

Then they were gone.

The door shut for the last time. The house was empty.

A large metal ball slammed through the walls, spreading dust and splintering the doorframe that had measured the growth of generations. It was torn down.

It had stood here, right in what would be the plaza.

The translucent shade of an old women, bent and bony from a life of hard work, hovered in front of the kid. She warbled sadly at him. John couldn’t understand anything but the deep sadness, but it seemed the kid did.

“It’s okay,” he said embracing the spirit, somehow managing to do so despite her definitely not being solid. “You’ve done your best, nobody could ask more of you.”

He paused and his voice softened further, “it’s time to let go.”

The old lady looked over at John and gave him a stern look that had him frozen in place. She was the type of grandma that would wack his fingers if she caught him going for the cookie jar. He wasn’t entirely sure what the look he got meant. Only that it felt like an admonishment.

She looked back on the kid and her features softened, smoothed and in the next moment she turned to mist in his arms, dispersing in the waning light coming from the overhead windows.

John couldn’t entirely believe what he’d just witnessed. Calling a spirit back once they’d gone nova, it was impossible. Unheard of. Banishment was how you dealt with spirits like that. It was a tried and tested method. Yet-

John shivered.

Death magic. It was the only explanation.

The kid reeked of it, to the point John had thought he was the ghost he was here to deal with. He’d thought he was some kind of creature, but he was just a kid. A kid with a very specific magical affinity who’d just done the impossible. He was filled with a sense of awe and dread he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

He felt shaken. Like he’d stood right next to a bell who’d been rung to herald change.

John was no prophet, at most he’d get vague premonitions and he far preferred to be in the moment rather then dwell on the future or the past. He most definitely did not want to even contemplate this kid’s future. He swallowed.

Magic, in John’s experience, always came with a cost.

The kid promptly sat down on his butt. John had broken the circle and was running over before he even realized.

“You okay, kid?” He asked breathlessly.

The kid looked up, eyes a bit dazed as he blinked at John. John couldn’t really tell if his complexion was grey or it was just the dust covering every inch of him. Several places, particularly his hands, the dust was dark from blood where he’d been cut in the storm. He looked unfocused.

“How many occult detectives are you seeing?” He asked unable to hide the note of worry.

“Too many,” Kid said tiredly with a shake of his head that had cement dust falling all over. Then he looked back up and elaborated with a smirk, “one.”

John huffed a laugh. If he could joke he couldn’t be that bad off.

“How does burgers and fries sound?”

-

The kid now dusted off to the point where you could almost tell his hair was black rather than grey sunk his teeth into the burger with a pleased hum. He chewed and swallowed.

“This is almost as good as Nasty Burger.”

John paused fry halfway to his mouth. “That sounds disgusting.”

Kid laughed. “I forget how it sounds to outsiders. It used to be Tasty Burger way back when they first opened, but someone vandalized the sign and it kinda stuck.”

John hummed thoughtfully, he could appreciate the joke. Kid’s use of the phrase outsiders made it sound like he came from an insular town. Probably best for him if he stayed there.

“What’s your name, kid?”

Instantly the blue eyes narrowed on him in suspicion.

“What’s yours, Trenchcoat?” He challenged.

John huffed at the nickname and reached a hand across the table. “John Constantine.”

The kid looked suspiciously at the offered hand, then reached out and took it. “Nightingale.”

John nodded and shook his hand before letting go. Smart of him to give him a codename, he wasn’t apparently completely without sense. “Because of the singing.”

For a moment the kid looked confused to the point where John actually thought maybe he’d given him his real name.

“Singing? Ah-“ He blushed looking down and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “No, that just seemed like a good idea at the time.”

John shook his head, fuck it if he didn’t like the kid. He picked up his milkshake and raised it. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

“If it works…”

The kid, Nightingale, grinned ferally and raised his own shake to clink it against John’s.

“If it works.”

-

After filling up the near bottomless stomach of the teenager, they parted ways in an alley. John’s mind was already on his next case - people going missing in a forest in Germany that had a distinct this-is-not-just-a-GPS-dead-zone flavor to it - so he only absently noted the strange look on the kid’s face when he opened the portal. It was morning in Germany, he could start looking into things before calling the House for a proper sleep.

“Take care, kid.”

With those words he stepped into the portal and let it close behind him.

Danny was left looking at the portal. He shook his head, jaw tight. With real magic apparently portals were just easy. It didn’t do him any good to think about. He glanced around and when he found the alley just as empty as before he jumped into the air transforming as he went.

There were better things to think about, like the concept of an occult detective, he thought as he flew in the direction of Amity. It sounded like it could almost be an acceptable profession in his parents’ eyes.

And it probably didn’t require good high school grades either, he thought with a grimace as he remembered he had an essay due tomorrow.

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Hope you enjoyed this story which explored how Danny and Constantine first met in this AU. Next step is letting it sit for a while, then do a thorough editing and putting it up on ao3 as a oneshot. (And then maybe talk to Clock about starting writing on the main story proper? We'll see). Comments are greatly appreciated :D

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[gaylordscooter]

i just wanted some fucking clothes why is there a parasite manning the cash register

“free food, shelter and clothes? i could get used to this…” Killer surmised as he inspected the dark gray jacket he took from the rack.

He caught sight of the meaningless price tag and sucked in air through his teeth. “sixty dollars?” he muttered. Good thing they didn't have to pay.

“do you always talk out loud to yourself?” Horror questioned, watching him from behind.

“i’m not exactly talking to myself when you and hooded-creep are here.” Deciding the jacket looked cool enough for him, he removed his current hoodie to put it on. He tossed his old hoodie into the shopping cart, adding to the dangerously high pile of clothes.

A middle finger from the other side of the rack rose up.

“but i might as well be talking to myself ‘cus of how quiet you two are. bird flipper, do you ever speak?”

The answer was silence.

“figures…hey i just realized any time we talk to each other, we're talking to ourself.”

Dust tipped over the clothes rack with a forceful shove, causing it to fall on Killer.

“ow, what the heck, man?” It didn't hurt at all and he easily got the rack upright again, but some of the clothes fell off of it and made a mess on the floor. No one here was gonna clean that.

Dust walked out from behind the rack with a few garments in hand and stacked it on the pile.

They were about done shopping anyway, he guessed. Or at least, he assumed so. They’ve been here for a few hours now, but Horror was completely empty-handed.

“hey, crater-head, where's your haul? don't tell me you're not getting anything, you need new clothes the most with your rags.”

“i didn’t see anything i wanted,” he answered simply.

“really? this is a high-end store on the surface. your current getup is from the dump at waterfall.” He pointed at Dust. “look at him, he's all decked out now! covered literally head to toe, can’t even see any bone anymore.”

Horror looked unconvinced. “let's just go. i don't want that freak getting pissy at us for taking too long.”

If he had eyelights he would've rolled them, but he conceded. Not getting any clothes was his loss, but he swore if he ends up taking some of his clothes when they get back he’ll add to his kill count.

The three of them went on their way to the exit.

However, someone—a skeleton monster like them—was at the cash register, expectantly waiting for them to come over. The store was empty the entire time they were here, Nightmare made sure of it.

And the barrier in this universe hasn't been broken.

“Heya dawgs, how’s it hangin’?” the skeleton monster asked. “Yous three gonna pay for all that, right?”

His clothes hurt to look at. They were obnoxiously bright and tacky. His sunglasses that completely obscured his eye sockets literally spelled out “YOLO”. It was like the 90s threw up all over him. What alternate universe was this nut from?

Killer slipped his hand in the pocket of his shorts and curled it around the handle of his knife. He let out a shallow laugh. “what's it to you? you're not the store owner.”

“No duh, homeslice, but stealin’ is totes not rad!”

The way he talked was getting on his nerves. Scratch that, everything about him was getting on his nerves.

It seemed the other two felt the same. At any second, Dust was going to blast that 90’s disaster into the proper century.

“it's not like they're stealing from monsters. this is a human-owned store. i don't think they’d miss a few clothes,” Horror pointed out. “but if it bothers you so much, i’ll be on my way.”

“what?!” Killer exclaimed. He looked at Horror with an exaggerated look of betrayal on his face.

Horror made his way to the door. “hey, i’m not the one stealing. i’ll wait outside.” he said with indifference.

The other skeleton didn't protest at all when he left the building.

“butthole…what the?” Killer narrowed his eyes at his slip of the tongue. That’s not what he meant to say.

“Nah, homie, that chatter don't fly here.” The skeleton shook his head and his shades now spelt “NUH-UH”.

“you censored me?” His wariness skyrocketed at such a small thing. Well it wasn't exactly small when he's able to alter their words. What else could he do?

He glanced at Dust, who looked nonchalant as always.

He sighed, preparing for a fight. “listen, bud, we don't have any money and we're not going to—”

“Aw, no cheddar? You two should probably return those clothes then.” The overly-cheerfulness of his voice dwindled ever so slightly. Almost like he was threatening them.

He stared at him in befuddlement.

Dust decided he was entirely fed-up with this guy and the familiar growl of a blaster rang out. 

“Not cool,” the colorful skeleton said before getting blasted.

But he was completely unfazed by the attack.

Killer and Dust instinctively backed up even with the current distance between them and that thing.

“That blast gots a huge kick to it, yo. You should be more careful, you could totes hurt someone with that.” The skeleton stood up—he was kneeling behind the counter the entire time.

He thought he was around the same height as he and Dust. But now it was clear he towered over both of them.

“I shoulda introduced myself, huh?” He asked as if he was talking to himself. He shrugged off his mistake. “My b, better late than never.” He adjusted his glasses as his smile widened dangerously. His golden tooth shined brightly despite there being no light for it to reflect. “The name’s Fresh. I take it that you peeps are sanses? The hooded dude packs a ri-donk-ulous punch tho.”

Blue bones rose up and caged Fresh as a half-ring of blasters appeared and fired. The impact of the blasts created a huge cloud of smoke, obscuring their vision.

Killer drew out his knife with a groan. He swore, Dust was so dramatic. He hoped that the dust of Fresh was among the cloud of smoke, but something about his instincts screamed otherwise. He squinted as he looked around. Dust wasn't by his side anymore.

It's gone completely quiet.

“...dust?” he whispered harshly. “where the funk did you go?” Ugh, there went the censoring again.

A hand laid on his shoulder, causing him to jump, but it was only Dust. He sighed and let his head hang back for a second. “you can't just do that!”

“...my bad.”

Wait. He talked!? And to express sorrow out of all things…“uhuh. we gotta put some bells on you or something, jeez.” The hand on his shoulder remained, in fact, the grip seemed to tighten. “you can let go now,” he said, voice laced with annoyance.

He still didn't let go. Was he trembling? His other hand was locked tightly into a fist by his side.

The grip on his knife tightened.

He hasn't known Dust for long, but what he did know was that he wasn't a touchy person.

“i said let go!” He hacked his knife into Dust’s wrist, he didn't put enough force to completely sever a bone but it cut pretty deep.

Dust yanked his hand away in complete silence.

Killer heard footsteps nearby, but there were too many for it to be from just one person.

The smoke finally dissipated.

He was completely surrounded.

There were more skeletons in the store, all of them wore those obnoxious sunglasses with text on them. These weren't just any skeletons, however. He was sure all of them were Sanses. They were stark still when he caught sight of them, like mannequins on display.

“i don’t know what's gotten into you, dust, but you need to snap out of it for once.”

“Oh, I know the answer to that one, broseph,” Fresh said. He adjusted his shades, the text on them saying “IT’S ME”.

Killer put two and two together quickly. All of these Sanses were being controlled by Fresh, and he was adding Dust to the party. Shit, was he going to be next too?!

He brandished his knife wildly like a cornered animal, causing Dust to take a step back. “aw heck no! get the frick away from me!” He couldn't die here, he couldn't even swear properly! He wasn't going to let his last word be a censored f-bomb.

“Don't be like that, homeslice dawg. Join the party, it's the bomb!” Fresh insisted, stretching his arms out to gesture at the still crowd. “Your pal’s waiting for you,” he added grimly.

As if on cue, Dust tackled him to the ground, grabbing his wrist to prevent him from using his knife. He was breathing heavily in a strained fashion.

They were just getting some fucking clothes. They were just going shopping. It was supposed to be a normal excursion, for once. He doesn't even know the next chance they'll have a goddamn break or do something that isn't designed to mentally mess them up even more. Fuck this guy.

He let out a growl as he brought his knees to his chest and kicked Dust off of him. He rolled upright and blindly lunged for Fresh, swinging his knife around like an untrained toddler.

Fresh backed away from every slash. He may hardly look like a Sans but he sure dodged like one.

As the two fought, the crowd surrounded the three, caging them in. Dust hasn't gotten up yet, but random bone attacks of his flung around the makeshift arena.

The exit door flung open, interrupting their fight.

Never in his life did Killer expect to feel relief at seeing that stupid octopus. Horror followed behind him, looking shocked at the sight.

“I told you that I expected you back in three hours!” Nightmare roared. Once he actually registered what was happening, he narrowed his eye in confusion. “Who or what is that thing that assaults my vision?”

“kill it! kill it now!” he shouted with a bit too much desperation.

In an instant, everyone in the building was lifted up by his tentacles and shoved against the walls of the building as Nightmare arose.

Killer thrashed around in vain, “not me too, you idiot!”

“you’d think you'd expect this by now,” Horror, who was held up near him, muttered.

For the first time since they’ve seen him, Fresh frowned. “Bogus, dude! Interruptin’ my meal like that is not cool.”

“meal?!”

Nightmare ignored the two and paid particular attention to Dust. Something was wrong with his soul, his feelings were all muddled. In fact, the other skeletons here with sunglasses on gave off the similar muddled energy. With another tendril he wrenched Dust’s hood off, revealing a huge flower growing in his eye socket.

Killer and Horror gagged.

“what the heck is that?! has that always been there?!” Killer gawked.

“Of course not,” Nightmare grumbled. The same tendril wrapped around the flower as best as it could.

“Oh buddy, I wouldn't do that if I were you,” Fresh said, his glasses spelling “DO NOT”.

“Try me.” He yanked.

The flower snapped off with such a force that threw Dust’s head back.

Nightmare dropped him to inspect the flower, letting him fall to the floor with a loud thud.

Dust’s eyelights sparked on with a gasp that soon turned into a scream as he reached for his eye sockets as if the flower was still there, not even bothering to put his hood back on.

Killer and Horror’s eyes were wide open and their mouths were agape at the display. They’ve never expected to see Dust lose his cool like this. They weren't expecting to see many things that were happening today.

They were just trying to go shopping. How did it turn into this?!

“Shut up, Dust,” Nightmare ordered. As he inspected the flower, his grasp on Fresh tightened.

“Homeslice, I’m sure this hurts. You mind loosening up a bit?” Fresh asked.

He was answered with a smack on the head by another tendril, which knocked his glasses off. Lo and behold there was a similar flower residing inside his skull.

His glasses were like a mask, once they were off his entire facade crumbled away.

“What are you?” Nightmare asked. He tore the flower up with his hands and let the pieces litter the ground.

“That's not your business.” Fresh slipped out of the tentacle’s grasp with ease like it wasn't just strangling him.

The other glasses-wearing skeletons dug and clawed with their hands into the tentacles holding them up.

Dust scrambled upright to get away from him and closer to Nightmare.

Fresh picked up his shades and put them back on. “Now I suggest you bounce on outta here and let me do my thing. Or things are gonna get not so family friendly.”

Nightmare hardly seemed fazed by the damage done to his tentacles, but if this kept up they’ll be able to escape from his grasp. One thing was clear, he wasn't in control of this situation and Fresh did not want him taking the other three out of here.

He moved Killer and Horror closer to himself in defiance. He could leave these three to rot, find others exactly like them, but he just found these three. He didn't want to go through the hassle of wrangling more Sanses so soon. And he was not going to let someone else mooch off of his efforts.

“we're running, right? we’re not fighting this freak,” Killer whispered to him.

Dust looked up at him, almost pleadingly.

If this was any other time, he would've had them fight for his entertainment, but this was not the time, unfortunately.

He put Horror and Killer down. The three of them were absolutely terrified.

If he portaled right now, there was a high chance Fresh would be able to follow them. They had to get some distance first.

He tossed the other skeletons in his grasp across the store and broke the wall behind him.

Dust, Horror, and Killer didn't waste any time sprinting outside of the store through the broken wall.

Nightmare’s tentacles promptly snatched and threw Fresh to the back of the store for good measure before following after the three.

He opened up a portal to the castle ahead. The millisecond the four of them were through the portal snapped closed.

Killer face planted against the grass as if he was hugging the ground.

Horror brushed himself off, seemingly checking for any flowers on his clothes.

Dust had his hands clenched tightly around the edges of his hood as if he’d die if it was ever off again.

All of them felt like utter shit, and for once, Nightmare didn't particularly enjoy that.

He was…unnerved. His knowledge of the multiverse was even more limited than he thought it was. Before that encounter he assumed the only major threats were Ink, Error, and his brother.

There were so many skeletons under this “Fresh’s” control. How far could his influence spread? Could he control him?

He didn't want to think about it.

“Dust,” he said blankly, “Are you…” How did he want to phrase this? He already knew if he was okay or not, he could sense it. “You are completely free of that parasite’s influence, correct?”

Dust gave a weak nod.

At least it seemed reversible, but maybe that was only because of how quickly it was removed. Needless to say, the second they see that freak again they're out of there.

“fuck man, how’d that thing get you?” Killer asked. “you were by my side the whole time.”

Dust just shrugged. Whether he wasn't actually sure or just too tired to explain, he couldn't tell.

“...god dammit!” Killer yelled. “we forgot the clothes. ugh, whatever. at least i have a new hoodie.” He let out a weak laugh. “i survived an encounter against this parasite and all i got was this sixty dollar hoodie.”

Horror glared at Nightmare. “so you don't know about everything. you're not an all-knowing god.”

“I never said I was.”

“so how much do you know? is there anything else like that out there?”

Nightmare paused. Thinking of a thoughtful response. “I am not aware of everything that goes on in the multiverse. That threat we encountered was entirely unfamiliar to me. There may be more. Cease the image of me as an all-knowing god. I might as well know as much as you.”

“hah! you totally could’ve left us, huh?” Killer pointed out. He knows he would’ve.

“It would’ve been a hassle,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“aw, so you do care about us,” he said.

Nightmare was taken aback. He wasn't sure how true or not that was. “Define ‘care’,” he said skeptically.

Killer wasn't expecting that response. “i was joking. people who care for each other don't put them in shitty situations.”

“...I see.” In that case, Nightmare doubted he had the capacity to care for anyone. “Do any of you three care for each other?”

That made Killer burst out into laughter. He looked at Horror and Dust to check if they were as amused as he was at the question.

Horror just looked offended at the question while Dust was unreadable as he typically was.

[katyawriteswhump]

I hear your voice (and it carries me)

for @steddieangstyaugust day 17 prompt: 'Keep breathing, please."

Rating: M WC: 1700 CW Drug-use Tags: Established steddie, alternate canon season 4 (with details fudged and twisted for my own plotty purposes.)

What if Vecna came for Steve first, not Chrissy? (No actual death, I promise, just guilty-pleasure pop and major angst…)

...

Eddie climbed through the window that Dustin had left open and into Steve’s hospital room. His boots smacked too loud on the floor, and his every muscle tightened.

Steve was wired up to a series of bleeping machines. Plaster casts smothered three of his limbs. His neck was in a brace, and his face was half-lost beneath an oxygen mask.

Eddie knew, of course. Steve had arrived here in a far worse state than this. 

Still one helluva punch in the gut.

He tiptoed to the bed and located Steve’s Walkman, which had been dumped on a trolley. He slipped it back over Steve’s ears, careful not to disturb the mask. Dustin and Robin had played a showstopper in convincing Steve’s mom that Steve would want constant pop. 

Unfortunately, the medical staff kept taking the darn thing off.

Eddie didn’t switch the cassette on right away, however. He anxiously smoothed Steve’s hair.

“God, I’m sorry,” he said brokenly. “I panicked, Stevie. I was too fucking scared. I should’ve broken your fall, and I should never have let you… I… I shouldn’t have…” He pressed his lips to Steve’s cool, clammy brow. A fat tear dripped from his nose. “Keep breathing, Baby. Keep breathing, please.”

“CODE RED, I REPEAT THIS IS A CODE RED! EDDIE, DO YOU COPY?” 

Dustin’s yell blasted through Eddie’s walkie-talkie. Eddie scrambled to turn the volume down.

“Henderson, what the heck?”

“Eddie, the night nurse has started her rounds early. I repeat—she’s started her rounds early. You gotta get outta there NOW.”

…

One week earlier

Steve lay flat on his back on Eddie’s bed, shirtless, and with his jeans tangled round his knees. Eddie was sprawled on top of him—a smokin’ hot mess of sweat and hair—and kissing Steve stupid.

Steve should’ve been in a happy place. He was sucking Eddie’s face off, grinding himself up into Eddie, while Eddie pawed hungrily at his ass. Eddie wanted in, and Steve wanted nothing more than for Eddie to bone his brains out.

If only he could shake these stupid jitters.

Christ, the blood pounding in his ears drowned out the mega-loud Aerosmith track on his latest mixtape. He was also dog-tired, and sick of it. The nightmares had ruined his sleep for days.

And they were all total bull.

Yeah, Steve felt guilty about shit. Not only about Barb, though that was a biggie—there was so much he’d screwed up in his life. He sucked. He got it, blah, blah, blah.

No way was he buying into crazy hallucinations where Eddie yelled and hated on him. Let alone ones where Robin transformed into a squelchy tentacle monster. He was going out of his tiny mind. It was the only reasonable explanation, and the only answer right now was…

Eddie broke the kiss. “You okay, Babe? Still got a headache?”

“I’m fine.” Steve dabbed his lips, shivering because Eddie was too far away already. “I’ll be fine. Gimme more of the good stuff, okay?”

Eddie turned down the music. “Seriously? You mainlined poppers earlier—enough to lay low a daddy buffalo. That shit means business.”

“So I do. Stop being a freakin’ pussy.” Steve wedged his hand between Eddie’s thighs and purred. “I can totally handle it, and if I do turn to mush? Means I can take even more of this big boy.”

“I’m not sure, Stevie… Oh shiiiit.” 

Steve mercilessly squeezed Eddie’s dick, batted his lashes. Yeah, he’d beg if he had to. Anything to feel less tense and haunted, to feel he was actually in the room with Eddie. 

He never had to.

Eddie pulled a dopey face, started rummaging through his stuff. Steve dragged his jeans up with fumbling hands. He maxed out the stereo volume—snickering because Eddie was gonna literally piss himself when the track-after-next started—and wandered toward the kitchen to get more beer.

….

Eddie located a shoebox full of snazzy lil’ multicolor poppers and a sachet of Special K. Then his frazzled brain caught up with him.

He’s already had waaay too much. Okay, he’s still revved as fuck, but THAT’S NOT NORMAL.

He ditched the shoebox, grabbed a jar of Acetaminophen. After tipping all but two pills out, he peeled off the label. He’d tell Steve they were hardcore tranqs. Shifty, but… Screw it, he cared about Steve more than he’d ever cared about anyone. Yeah, Steve had bugged him for downers. Eddie should never have caved. He vowed, one way or another, he’d wean his boy off ’em.

He was, admittedly, launching his campaign the coward’s way. Had to start somewhere, right?

“There you go, Honey,” he said, wandering out. “Boneless bliss just moments away.”

Eddie stopped in his tracks. He dropped the jar. Steve stood motionless in the middle of the trailer. His eyes were lidded, twitchy with the occasional flash of white.

“Steve?” Eddie dashed forward, started shaking him. “Talk to me, Steve. Wake up! Can you hear me? I don’t like this, Stevie.”

Shit! He’s ODd already!

Eddie jostled him, pleaded with him. Right till the moment Steve levitated up into the air and smacked into the ceiling.

Eddie staggered back. The Black Sabbath track blasting from the stereo ended. Silence reigned.

One of Steve’s arms twisted the wrong way at the elbow and popped. Eddie screamed, then actually pinched himself, because this had to be a horrible dream, and then…

‘Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth?

Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth’

Belinda Carlilse. Belinda fucking Carlilse. Yeah, Steve loved to sneak pop-tastic hits onto his mixtapes. Eddie would always crack up, plus he didn’t hate them either.

One of Steve’s legs contorted with a sickening snap.

‘They say in Heaven, love comes first

We'll make Heaven a place on Earth…’

Steve’s eyes flashed from white to brown. He fell, landing with a horribly crunching smack.

In the blur of the next few minutes, Eddie called an ambulance. He leaned close over Steve’s blue-ish lips, sensed the faintest warmth, though didn’t dare touch him. His eyes bled. He looked so… broken. Eddie prayed to some WASP deity he’d never believed in that he was the one having a really bad trip.

He went with Steve in the ambulance and held his limp hand on the ride. They’d already got that mask on his face, the brace around his neck. At the hospital, Eddie watched Steve’s gurney disappear through swinging doors. He collapsed in the waiting room, buried his face in his hands.

Steve’s parents arrived soon after. They joined the doctors in bombarding Eddie with thunderous glares, until the truth finally glimmered.

They believe I did that to him.

Even if… WHEN… Steve wakes up, they’ll say we were both high as fucking kites. They’ll blame the satan-worshipping freakshow.

Convinced the cops were on their way, Eddie fled via a fire escape. While he was holed up at Reefer Ric’s, two teens were murdered. The whole town now believed Eddie was the monster behind those crimes, too.

“Way to go making a play for the FBI’s Most Wanted list,” Dustin said, when he brought Eddie supplies. “If you hadn’t run, those deaths would’ve got you off the hook. Not that you’re exactly innocent. You know your fun-time sweeties repressed Steve’s breathing as badly as the neck injuries? Sent him into that coma?”

“Wow, you’re a real genius! Never dawned on me. Oh, hold on. IT’LL TORTURE ME EVERY GODDAMN MOMENT, OF EVERY FREAKIN’ DAY, FOR THE REST OF MY CURSED LIFE.”

At least the kid had a theory about the attacks, supernatural sorcery shit that blew Eddie’s mind. Also, one of Dustin’s friends, Max, was apparently lined up to be the next victim. For some wild reason, the only thing keeping the killer at bay was endless Kate Bush.

“Eddie,” asked Dustin, while Eddie stared into a box of Cap’n Crunch he’d literally no appetite for. “Is there any music you reckon might help Steve?”

…

‘In this world we're just beginnin'

To understand the miracle of livin'’

Steve was beyond sick of Belinda.

She ebbed and flowed through his consciousness pretty much constantly. Trouble was, whenever she was randomly gone, as she was now, the swirling red fog around him thickened. He was confused, and yeah, he was frightened. He’d not heard any squelching footsteps or booming synth voices lately, but he sensed that thing was still out there.

He occasionally heard talking. People poked and prodded him, and breathing was sometimes a scary battle. He tried to talk himself once or twice, but he couldn’t even open his eyes. He was lost and sick and hurting and… so lost.

Right until he felt somebody stroking his hair. Then a moist feather-soft brush on his brow. 

Eddie.

He’d recognise Eddie’s kiss anywhere, whether rough or dumbass levels of sweet. Eddie was here. Eddie was with him. Steve strove harder than ever to fight free of the choking fog.

“Keep breathing, Baby.”

Eddie’s voice. Broken and distant, but it was him.

“Keep breathing,” Eddie whispered, “please.”

“CODE RED, I REPEAT THIS IS A CODE RED! EDDIE, DO YOU COPY?” 

Steve’s blood literally jumped. Shit, was that Henderson? “Eddie, the night nurse has started her rounds early. I repeat—she’s started her rounds. You gotta get outta there NOW.”

Too much. Steve’s head was too muddled, he didn’t understand. He finally fluttered his eyes open and latched his blurry focus onto Eddie. Who startled like a coyote bit his butt. Steve would’ve laughed, if he’d gotten the lung power.

“Steve? Steve!”

Eddie seemed spooked. Steve’s heart rate skyrocketed. He was in a hospital bed. He’d got some weird plastic mask thing on his face. When he tried to lift his arm, pain lanced hotly. 

Oh God, oh God!

He fixed on Eddie and felt himself calm a little. “Please,” he murmured, his voice a barely-there rasp. “Don’t go.”

Eddie squeezed Steve’s hand and smiled gently. “Not if I can help it, darlin’.”

Steve faintly registered a door flying wide. A voice cried out, echoed by a wailing alarm. He somehow found the strength to grip Eddie’s fingers, even as Belinda Carlisle launched up in his ears again:

‘Baby, I was afraid before

But I'm not afraid anymore…’

Eddie’s hand was torn away from Steve’s loosening grip, and Steve slipped back into the fog.

...

(Steve is okay, Vecna got distracted and El whipped his ass anyway, then Eddie get off, and it all ended happily... promise!) You tube link to 'heaven is a place on earth' for other 80s pop obsessives

Thanks for reading! All my ST fic on AO3

[onyourhyuck]

Concert Tickets. | L.DH

— Prologue: “Y/n I think I’m gonna marry you.”

— Summary: Your boyfriend Donghyuck is a massive Bruno Mar’s fan, so you bought two concert tickets.

— Genre: Romance and fluff. Kind of suggestive(?) concert date!bruno mars <3. Based on the events of Bruno Mars doing the Korea concert. Lots of making out. Established relationship. This is just couple goals. Healthy relationship. Haechan clingy boyfriend.

— Notes: Stan Bruno Mars tbh.

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So you did a thing.

Your boyfriend is a massive Bruno Mar’s fan. He probably has more albums to prove that. He would blast music in the car all of them are Bruno Mars songs. He loves everything about the singer and so on. You knew for a while that he wants to go see Bruno Mars live performing at some point in his life so you decided to do something surprising…

Something that could make him feel like the happiest man alive on earth.

You didn’t tell him at all actually. It was pretty hard to not tell him for a week because you bought the concert tickets for Bruno Mars but you wanted his reaction when he gets to the venue with you. So when the day came you told him you’re seeing someone else and Donghyuck didn’t reject your invitation.

Although he didn’t seem the most thrilled to be seeing someone else, you could only smirk deep inside. You knew he wished it was something you know, more exciting in a way? But you couldn’t help but laugh inside your mind.

When you got to your stand area and the lights turned off Donghyuck stood next to you in the darkness. “So who is it we are seeing again, Y/n?” He can’t lie he forgot. Did you even mention it?

You don’t reply and only smirk because he cannot see your expression in the darkness and you just stay quiet until the sudden lights on the stage in front of the crowd reveals the singer. Donghyuck took a long minute to have a moment of being absolutely shocked. It was his idol. On that stage.

He looks at you wrapping his arms by your waist slowly as if he was in disbelief that you managed to get the tickets. The concert tickets to see his idol and you could only smirk watching him sheepishly. It was very hard to keep this a secret from him.

But you must say it’s worth it. His reaction was speechless and you loved the overhaul of happiness capturing on his beautiful face.

“You like it?” You ask him with a proud grin. He looks at you as if that’s even a question. “Are you kidding? I freaking love it what the heck, Y/n.” He was in disbelief.

You actually brought him to a concert to see his favourite singer.

“No way.” Donghyuck gasps with his palm and leaves his hands to wrap themselves around you. “Bruno Mars? Y/n… you’re being for real?” He even asks you in such confusion. You give him a nod and he jumps up a little before engulfing you into a warm embrace. When the song Bruno Mar’s started playing ‘Marry you’ plays on he gets even more excited. That was his top three favourite songs aside from Versace On The Floor and When I Was Your Man.

To see your boyfriend filled with such child-like happiness it makes you feel happier knowing he was the happiest person you ever saw.

He danced along to the song even and you couldn’t help but giggle seeing him become so excited from a mundane mood to the complete chaos of struggling to contain his love for Bruno Mars. The crowds sang and danced along to his songs and so on. You were doing the same and you felt even more engulfed by Bruno Mars too.

You like his songs, Donghyuck made you a big Bruno Mars fan so you’re taking in this experience as well. You’re glad you could get this opportunity to see him live too. His songs are to die for if you’re honest.

When the moment was so filling Donghyuck couldn’t help but take glances at you. He admires you from the side when you’re not paying any attention on anything but Bruno Mars on stage singing his heart out. He saw the love in your eyes and he couldn’t hold back from now sneaking his hand behind your back and around your waist pulling you closer where he now suddenly leans forward to capture a kiss on your mouth.

The kiss was sweet and exhilarating to the point you didn’t expect it but you welcome it like it was your own home. You close your eyes kissing him back now. Your hands fiddle with the grey Celine hoodie he wore and enjoy how good the kiss felt. Your hearts pace at the same speed and moment. You feel the love he has for you, perhaps it increased, maybe it increased the more he was so happy and grateful to have you.

When the kiss pulls the both of you out. Donghyuck looks down into your eyes. Your body stay in the same position but your faces were only an inch apart and he smiles down at your beautiful face. He loves the look in your eyes you’re giving him now.

He whispers now to your ears. “Y/n I think I’m gonna marry you.”

There’s no way he won’t marry you now. You bought him the tickets to see his idol performing live. You did something beyond his happiness and love for you could reach.

Donghyuck has no idea how he can repay your gift. The love he had for you was growing more and more to the point he thinks, you might be the one he’s going to settle down with.

He probably is going crazy, but it’s your doing. You’re making him a hopeless romantic for you.

“Oh? All It took you to propose was Bruno Mar’s tickets?” You jokingly said back raising your eyebrows at his proposal and he smirks tightening his hands around your hips and leans down giving you a gentle peck that was somehow still deep too. He was pouring all his heart and feelings into the actions he does.

He adds softly against your lips. “I would be mad if i don’t marry you after this concert.”

Even the hands holding you so tight in that embrace, it held meaning for you, you can tell he was so happy that he might as well die of happiness. You’re only getting second hand happiness from seeing your boyfriend be this loving and grateful. You could tell from his eyes that he feels like tearing up even but those tears were all from the shock and joy that you did something this big for him. No one has done this for him but you made it happen.

And he will forever remember this moment.

When the next song started to play it was ‘It Will Rain’ which automatically makes the atmosphere more slow and romantic, as well as emotional. Everyone in the crowd sang along the lines. And Donghyuck’s attention turns to the song playing as he held you with an embrace.

The moment was perfect and he will forever remember this, he makes sure of it. Donghyuck turns to look at you now with a little smirk.

“It’s our song.” He says with a soft chuckle.

It was your song. You smile when you listen to the song now playing and you rest your head against his shoulders closing your eyes.

“Thank you so much Y/n.” He softly now adds as he brushed along your hair from your face as he saw you’re resting your head on his shoulder while the other free hand was around your back waist holding it like a curve. “I love you so much.” He softly whispers kissing your head.

You smile. “Anything for you, Hyuck.” You look up at his slowly with your eyes and your lips reach to kiss his cheek. “It’s worth it seeing your excitement for Bruno Mars.”

He chuckles. “Oh please. Tell me anything you want and I’ll repay you.” He now said turning to you fully as he leans closer watching your beautiful lips and your eyes one by one moment.

You could see he really wants to do something for you back but if you’re honest you don’t even want anything back. You don’t want your boyfriend to give you anything but just his full love.

“Just kiss me, that’s enough for me.” You smirk and Donghyuck scoffs a little gently as he hears you. “I’d kiss you until you drop dead, you sure you want that?” He said now taunting you like it’s a threat that was incoming.

You cannot help but enjoy how tense he makes the situation and he has you wrapped around his fingers with this and so you smirk nodding confidently. Donghyuck enjoys it when you are so confident in yourself but he knows deep down you’re going to crumble like a broken biscuit when he actually does kiss you. You will drop dead by the end of it and you knew that this might be the case.

But you don’t mind it. You wouldn’t mind dropping dead to his kisses at all.

Donghyuck now kissed you passionately when the fireworks happened and you feel the moment was so slow and it paused for you because the way your boyfriend’s lips explore yours like there will be no tomorrow makes you question if the world was ending. You kissed for so long that the next song was Locked Out Of Heaven. This song describes your kiss with Donghyuck exactly perfectly. People singing were now disoriented from your mind and the only thing you focus was on your boyfriend’s breathing and heartbeat.

He brushed along his hands on your jawline and kissed you so much you feel your lips turning red but you didn’t mind that, you like the sting, you like the burn and you like the pain he brings. It’s a different type of pain you wouldn’t mind getting. Donghyuck brushed through your hair away as he tilts his head further in the kiss and he can feel your own throat hitch in the process of how good this must be feeling for the both of you.

He wanted to hear you say you wanted it all, but even without physical words he knew by your body you want all of it. Which is what just makes Donghyuck kiss you even harder while the moment was as romantic as it can get with his favourite idol singing live and the one and only person he’d want to spend this day with, is none other than you.

Once he pulls away he can see your eyes giving you a dizzy vision from how long and hard he kissed you. He held your face with his both palms on the sides of your cheeks and he smiles down seeing that he really did kiss you until you were dropping but thankfully he held you with his loving hands.

He whispers. “Thank you for the Concert Tickets, Y/n.”

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[sonicexelle-junkary]

PERDITION

@moderator-monnie made a fic and I wanted to make one too. So have the fanfic version of how everything began.

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The day was calm, warm, peaceful. A perfect day for taking it easy. And for Sonic, Amy and Tail, they were. They had a blast telling each other stories, having drinks and food from the Mirage Saloon, a place that they haven’t been in in ages.

“Oh man, I forgot how good the drinks are here!” Sonic trilled with his usual strange mix of a drink in his hand.

Tails nodded in response. “Yeah. I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve been here. Makes me sad we don’t visit often.”

“I’ll say!” Amy entered. “Their deals for happy hour are to die for!” She received a smile and a second nod from the fox. But for Sonic, he was rather silent.

“Uh, speaking of happy hour… are we sure it’s still going on? Cause it seems rather dark to be 7.” He pointed out the window to a dark crimson sky, the entire world seemingly turned to shades of red and purple.

“That is… concerning.” Tails replied.

“Must be from Eggman. C’mon, let’s check it out!” And after he placed a bill onto the table, he ran out the door with Amy and Tails in co.

And boy, what a sight did they witness stepping out into the street. The look of terrified people screaming and running down the streets to any place that they could use for shelter, unsure of what to make of the situation, but nonetheless still terrified. But what were they running from? Well, as the group looked up to the sky, they found their answer.

A ginormous being, almost as big as the titans Sonic had faced before, standing there amongst the town. It’s figure so normal but uncanny, peaceful but unnerving. At the moment it didn’t do anything, it just stood there as it looked around, observing the creatures who seemed terrified of its sudden presence.

“What is that?!” Amy gasped.

“Whatever it is, it’s freaking everyone out!” He turned to his friends. “You two help anyone who needs it. I’ll let Super Sonic handle the big guy!”

They both nodded, but Tails paused. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” He said.

“If this guy is here to cause trouble, then I’m gonna be that trouble!” He gave the fox a grin before he zoomed away at the speed of sound, past crowds of people, up the sides of buildings. He made it as high as he could before the emeralds circled him, and in a flash he began to glow that bright golden colour of hope.

His presence now had caught the beings attention, as it watched him fly up like a comet in the sky, powerful and bright. Sonic could sense that it felt rather amused by all this.

“Alright buddy!” He shoved a finger out. “I don’t know what your deal is, but I’m already sick of seeing your ugly mug around here! So you better start explaining yourself, or I’m gonna— huh?”

Before he knew it, light shone from his chest, and in an instant, the emeralds flew out of him. He looked around and he and the emeralds were still suspended high above the ground. “Wha- what the heck?! What’s going on?!” He stammered as an anxiety fell over him.

He froze, as when he looked back ahead of him, the figures eye was only a few feet from his face. And as Sonic stared back, he could faintly hear a voice enter his mind.

“You’ll do nicely.”

And everything went black.

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On the ground below, Amy and Tails helped direct people to any place safe. To buildings or modes of transportation that lead them out of town. Anywhere else seemed better than witnessing what was going on out here.

“Is that everyone?” Amy said.

“It seems like it.” Tails answered. “Hopefully Sonic can—“

A bright light caught their eyes, and looking up they saw a horrific sight that made their stomachs turn. A bright light emanated from Sonic, and soon engulfed him, like a beam of light shot out from the heavens above. It lasted for only a moment before the light disappeared. The being gone, and Sonic plummeting to the ground below.

“SONIC!” Tails yelped in horror seeing his brother’s body lifelessly fall. He lifted up Amy to a platform, closest to where he assumed Sonic would be.

“Oh Sonic, please be okay.” Amy wavered.

“SONIC! Are you there?” Tails called out. “Please! Say something! SONIC!”

Silence accompanied them. Only the gentle sound of wind broke it. It was an uneasy silence, one that would make anyone’s hair stand on end. Luckily that lasted only for a few but long seconds, as something arose from the seeming abyss that Sonic had fallen into.

It was him, or well part of him, it looked like him. It had his signature blue quills, but it didn’t have his face. Instead, all that was there was a hole, an endless void that was only accompanied by a single eye. A tattered cape laid neatly on its shoulders, and a floating halo rested just above its head. But that wasn’t the worst of it, no. As tied to the cape, and embedded neatly into its halo, we’re the chaos emeralds that Sonic had in him once before.

Amy and Tails could only watch in horror as the being stood itself up and gave a deep sigh. It didn’t even notice them at first, but once it did, it didn’t move. All it did was glance down at them, waiting a moment before it finally spoke.

“Oh.” It said. It’s lower lid curling up to mimic an invisible smile. “Hello there.”

[shunin-gumis]

Designs of Happiness - Track A13

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: POTHARU

Characters: Toi, Akuta, Nagi, Raito, Yodaka

Summary: The protagonist is invited by Akuta and Raito to the Friday Film viewing, along with Nagi and Toi. Sympathizing with the shy Nagi, Toi decides to join for his sake. 

Thank you aca @463ce6, jes @arcanecrayonn myun @/myuntachis and Niri for helping me with proofing!

Location: HAMA House - Personal Room

Akuta: The Friday Film Show is about to S.T.A.R.T! 

Momiji: I knew it’d be you, Akuta-kun. But, Raito-san as well? You’re an odd pair to spot together. 

Raito: It’s true. One night, I’d found him face down in the hallway because he was too hungry, so I took him out to have some late-night ramen. He’s been attached to my hip ever since. 

Akuta: A debt of gratitude that tastes like firm noodles, thick soup, extra oil and topped with a ramen egg, along with a side of a chunky chashu bowl! 

Momiji: Ahaha, I’m glad to see that the fellow leaders are getting along with each other.

Raito: Indeed. I find him adorable in a different way than I do Nayuki. 

Momiji: (Akuta-kun does kind of make you want to treat him like a younger brother… Meanwhile Nayuki is like a cat that refuses to fall for any bait Raito-san might throw his way…)

Akuta: C’mon, come ON!! Let’s get a move on already! We gotta go ‘round the other rooms too!

Raito: You’re right, we’re short on time. The film playing tonight is “Spirited Away to the Valley in the Sky.” It’s Studio Ghizli’s masterpiece*, so Akuta is full of energy.

Akuta: Teach and… uh, Nagi-san, and Toi-san? You two want in?

Nagi and Toi: Oh, um… 

Raito: This would be a good opportunity to deepen our bonds. 

Akuta: Heck yeah! We can be buddies who finish each other’s popcorn! Come watch with us~

Momiji: Ahaha! We got it already, we’ll see you there. 

Akuta: ASAP, ‘kay!? Aight! Onwards to the next room!

Raito: Akuta, we just came from that direction.

*Raito and Akuta leave*

Momiji: …And that’s that. Since we’ve settled on where to go for the study trip, we should head down for the film viewing. 

Toi: Ah, yes… There’s gonna be a lot of people, huh…?

Momiji: Probably, but… What’s wrong? You look restless all of a sudden. You were bouncing around during the party last time though.

Toi: T-That’s because I was in the presence of Chii-sama! I might have… maybe lost my mind over the excitement…

Momij: (So he was in something of a trance back then… and this is what Toi-kun is usually like?)

Toi: T-There’s gonna be so many people I don’t know… I can’t help but feel nervous… Oh, if only Ani-sama was here with me… 

Momiji: How about you, Nagi-kun?

 

Nagi: I… 

Momiji: Yeah?

Nagi: I don’t think I’m a good match for party people… I might just end up getting swept away in the middle of it… 

Momiji: Party people?

Nagi: Oh… She’s not even aware she’s one of them… I stand in the presence of a true partygoer… 

Momiji: Aw, c’mon, we're just watching a movie together. Don’t worry, it’s not that scary, you’ll be alright.  

Nagi: Wow, you’re just like Naumica when she was comforting the Eihm*. 

Toi: Nagi-san, I’m begging you!

Toi: Would you please come with us…? I think I might just die from loneliness if no one from the Night Team is there… 

Nagi: ….. 

Momiji: Um, you don’t have to force yourself if you don’t want to. It was a sudden invite after all.

Nagi: …It’s okay. I feel reassured if Toi is going too. 

Toi: I’m so glad you understand… I feel a lot better already~

Momiji: (I… can’t really tell if Toi-kun is actually shy or not, but it looks like he could empathize with Nagi-kun.)

Nagi: So let’s go, together. 

Toi: Yay! 

Location: HAMA House - Living Room

Ten: Valley in the Sky sure is a blast to the past~ I was totally attached to the protagonist when I was a kid. 

Nanaki: Watching your loved one float down from the sky… It’s really romantic. 

Kinari: …… 

Kiroku: Azekawa-san… Have you… not watched… Spirited Away… to the Valley… in the Sky… before…? 

Kinari: I have a memory of watching it. Once. At a movie theater. 

Ushio: Huh, at a theater? How long ago was that? 

Yachiyo: Oh, they tend to re-screen movies at the theaters to commemorate its anniversary right~ I’d love to see it on the big screen too~ 

Momiji: Ooh, it’s nice to see everyone all together here! And there’s even pizza! 

Renga: Chief, your seat’s over there. Nagi and Toi, on this side. Feel free to dig in.

Toi: Oh, um… Thank you very much… Nagi-san, sit next to me, over here! 

Nagi: Okay. Thank you too, Renga. 

Renga: Well, like I said before… There’s no need to be so formal with us. 

Nagi: …Yeah. 

Muneuji: Looks like we made it in time. 

Akuta: OH FUDGE!! Don’t start without us~!

Momiji: Welcome back, you two. Right, Akuta-kun, about the cake… 

Akuta: Oh, yeah! I was rushin’ all over the place so I forgot all about it. I gotta apologize to Nagi-san directly… 

Nagi: …I was never upset about the cake. I heard you went out of your way to get me another one, so I feel bad about that… 

Akuta: Huhh? What’re YOU feeling bad for, Nagi-san? I don’t get it but, you’re a funny guy! 

Akuta: I mean it f’real though, sorry ‘bout eating your slice.

Akuta: I couldn’t stop myself even after I figured it was yours… My self-control was NOT at the wheel. 

Nagi: It’s all good. I think that was very human of you, don’t worry. 

Momiji: Isn’t that great, Akuta-kun?

Akuta: Yeah! Thanks a bunch Nagi-san! 

Toi: Um… Are Kafka-san and the others not joining us? 

Sakujiro: He said that he would return when the words of destruction are chanted: “Power That Ruins,” in short, POTHARU*.

Momiji: So, at the very last minute huh… 

Akuta: Yo, it’s starting!! Also this pizza’s crazy good! 

Ten: I was a fan of “When My Neighbor Dorodoro Was There” too~ Couldn’t help but empathize with Ganta as a kid, y’know?

Tao: Woah, knew I’d smelled something delicious. Turns out you guys are having a Studio Ghizli party, huh? Mind if I join?

Yachiyo: Of course~ I’m ordering a second round of pizza right now~

Momiji: (Looks like everyone’s having fun… Despite coming from all walks of life, we’re all like one big family here.)

Nagi: ……

Toi: …… 

Momiji: (Those two look like they still need some time to break the ice… But I’m sure it’ll be okay.)

Momiji: (I hope they can all get along with each other soon…)

Nagi: …… 

Toi: Uh-Uhm…. I’ll take a quick bathroom break… 

Location: HAMA House - 3rd floor balcony

Toi: Phew~ That was nerve-wracking… 

Toi: (I’d like to get along with them but… I just can’t seem to find the courage without Ani-sama by my side…)

Toi: Still… I have to try my best. 

Netaro: Mm.

Toi: Oh, Netaro-san… You look tired.

Netaro: I was holed up in our room cooking up the invention of the century, the “Five Senses times One Billion Sticker” all day, and before I knew it, it was already this late… 

Netaro: Which reminds me, I found this strange note attached to the door. 

Toi: Ah, I’m sure that’s a memo left by Akuta-kun. It must be from when he was going around and inviting people to the film viewing. 

Netaro: Hmm~ If that is the case, why are you loitering about up here, mumbling all on your lonesome?

Toi: That’s, um… It’s fun being with everyone, but I'm still nervous around them… 

Netaro: Nerves, I see~

Toi: I hope I can feel more relaxed by the time we get to POTHARU… 

Netaro: POTHARU?

Toi: Huh? You don’t know POTHARU?

Netaro: Never heard of it. Nor read of it. Is it some ancient French term? Or perhaps, it’s a distant relative of paratha*?

Toi: Don’t tell me, you’ve never watched any Studio Ghizli films?

Netaro: Non.

Toi: No way! I didn’t think there was anyone in JPN who hasn’t watched them yet!

Netaro: Wow, is that so! Perhaps I am something of a rarity? Huzzah!

Toi: Wha… Is that something to be happy about?

Netaro: Once you watch it, you can never go back! Therefore I have the advantage when it comes to non-reversibility! 

Toi: Pft-ahaha! You have a point! But Ani-sama and I are both big fans of Studio Ghizli’s works, so I really recommend watching it! 

Toi: Ah, but we’re already halfway through the film now… 

Toi: Um! If you’d like, I can explain the first half of the plot for you! We just have to sit together. 

Netaro: Hm~ Movies and dramas are an excellent look into the human thought process, so I enjoy them very much~

Netaro: Yes, I shall join you.

Toi: Then let’s head down to the living room together! 

Location: HAMA House - Living Room

Yodaka: …I hurried back because I was told to make it in time for POTHARU, but… 

Akuta: Now!! Time to POTHARU–!!

Muneuji: Isotake, I think you’re being too loud. 

Renga: Can’t help but get excited at this scene huh? I get it. I remember when I first watched it too, at an outdoor screening… 

Kiroku: The pizza… is tasty… 

Momiji: Eating pizza when watching a movie just hits different huh?

Yodaka: …It feels like a party in full swing. It’s always wonderful to witness such harmonious revelry. However… 

Nagi: …… 

Yodaka: (At the heart of the living room stands Nagi, lost and alone…)

Yodaka: (It’s as though I’m looking at a Milet* painting… Nagi’s shadow is so faint that he blends in with his surroundings without anyone noticing…)

Akuta: Aw, man! Not a commercial right when it was getting good!

Nanaki: Even though I know how it ends, I still get all anxious.

Akuta: Hey guys, let’s all hold hands when it’s time to POTHARU! It’ll be so hype!!

Ushio: Hell no.

Ten: I’m cool with it~

Nagi: …… 

*Nagi leaves*

Yodaka: …… 

Yodaka: Fufu… I suppose it can’t be helped. That part of you is lovable as well. 

Yodaka: (Regardless, I can’t help but be concerned. You will have to forgive my meddling, Nagi.)

Momiji: I wonder if I could get away with eating some potato chips this late at night…

Yodaka: Chief, could I speak with you? 

Notes:

Studio Ghizli is a parody of Studio Ghibli, and “Spirited Away to the Valley in the Sky” is a mash-up of 3 movies - Spirited Away, Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, and Laputa: Castle in the Sky. Meanwhile “When My Neighbor Dorodoro Was There” is a mash-up of My Neighbor Totoro and When Marnie Was There. 

Similarly, Netaro asks if PANYOSU is a relative of Nachos, which I localized to paratha (an indian flatbread) to match POTHARU.

The title originally spells “PANYOSU” which is a play on the spell BARUSU used in Laputa Castle in the sky. It’s a spell that causes the self-destruction of the castle at the climax of the movie.

Sakujiro explains that it is the shortened form of "Power, Scepter, Throttle" (PA-wa, NYO-i, SU-rottoru) which I decided to localize to “Power That Ruins” (POTHARU), which I found out later can mean “you will leave/die” in Telugu.

Nagi compares the player to Nausicaa, the heroine from Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, when she was comforting the baby Ohm that is hurt and scared near the end of the movie.

The painter Yodaka thinks of, Milet, is most likely a play on Claude Monet, an impressionist artist. Yodaka compares Nagi to Monet’s paintings, to speak of how there’s only a faint ‘impression’ of Nagi and that it doesn’t feel reflective of reality. 

[lizavet]

@heropartnerweek - Day 3: Morning/Night | A Quiet Day | New Teammate

It was a quiet morning when it happened.

Tuft was dragging Poppy around the village, forcing her to chase them. She yelled and fought them the entire way, but Tuft could tell she was having fun. She needed that. After their trip to Revelation Mountain was cut short, Poppy had been more reserved than usual. She wasn’t exactly the most talkative ‘mon around normally, but she was being quiet even for her.

So Tuft decided to do what they do best; annoy her into being happy again. So they broke into her house, stole her hoodie, and ran away, taunting Poppy to catch them if she wanted it back. You know, like what a good friend would do. Which Tuft considered themself to be.

If they wanted, they could’ve kept this game going all day. Tuft could easily run circles around Poppy. If they really didn’t want to be caught, they wouldn’t have been. But this was more about cheering Poppy up than it was winning, so they made sure to go easy on her, letting her get closer and closer. They were almost at the point where they were going to fake slipping and letting Poppy catch them. As soon as they saw a smile or heard a laugh, they were gonna give in.

But then they heard it.

“I’m worried about those Beheeyem coming back.”

It took Tuft a couple of seconds to realize that Poppy had stopped chasing them, her body stiff, eyes locked on a small group of pokemon nervously speaking to each other. Ms. Rosalia stood closest to Tuft and Poppy, her back turned on the two so they couldn’t see her face, but the way she rubbed her flower buds together was more than enough to show how scared she was.

“C’mon, I’m sure it’ll be okay!” another villager said, trying to sound reassuring. “Not like they’ll be hanging around forever.”

Ms. Rosalia sighed, hunching her shoulders up. “But they’ve been skulking around the village for a few days now. I can’t help but feel like they’re looking for something! And the way they were staring at Budew…” she trailed off, shuddering a bit. Tuft tilted their head to the side. This was the first they were hearing of this. How had they not managed to spot these weird pokemon when they were going in and out of the village on their adventures? They were more perceptive than that!

(They weren’t, but they’d never admit that)

“I gotta agree with Rosalia,” a different villager said with a huff. “Couple of us tried to have a word with ‘em, see if we could figure out what they wanted, but they wouldn’t say a word to us. Just started flashing some lights on their fingers at each other for a few seconds, then next thing you know they’re gettin’ violent, tossing psychic blasts around all willy-nilly.”

“They attacked you?!”

“It’s fine, no one got too hurt. Though that’s mostly ‘cuz we got outa there ‘fore things could get bad.”

“Maybe we should talk to Old Carracosta. We might need to warn people not to leave the village until they leave.”

“If they leave.”

Tuft rolled their eyes, having heard enough of the conversation to know that no one was going to actually do anything. Adults loved talking in circles about doing stuff to fix their problems, but never actually doing anything. They all just sat around and talked and talked until hopefully the problem went away. Which meant that it was up to Poppy and Tuft to save the day once again! They looked over at Poppy to suggest just that, but stopped mid-word when they saw her face.

She looked scared. Genuinely scared. Her eyes were blown wide, her red belly heaving from her heavy breathing, arms shaking ever so slightly. Her almost permanent scowl was completely gone, replaced with panic and fear.

Okay, the heroics could wait. Tuft had a much more important mission — getting Poppy the heck out of there. They quickly made their way to her side, jumping up to drape her hoodie over her, the fabric messily falling over her, snapping her out of her stupor. Poppy looked down at Tuft, still looking terrified, her eyes darting between Tuft and the group of worried villagers.

Tuft held a paw up to tug on Poppy’s arm, trying to force her attention on them. “Hey,” they said softly. “Let’s go somewhere quiet.” Poppy didn’t say anything, giving one last look at the crowd before silently nodding her head. She pulled the hoodie down and slipped it on properly, seeming to find comfort in it, and following after Tuft as they walked away, picking a direction at random. They didn’t really care where they went, they just needed to get Poppy somewhere quiet.

The two ended up going down the path to school. It was still the middle of summer vacation, so no one would be heading there, giving Tuft the privacy they were looking for. Once they were halfway down the path, they came to a stop, walking off the path just enough that they could settle into the grass and make themself comfortable. Poppy dragged her feet over to a nearby tree stump and fell into it, slumping down.

Tuft let Poppy sit for a while, doing their best to bite their tongue and not make any little noises with their mouth to fill the silence, no matter how much holding back their stims made their skin crawl. They had learned that Poppy needed quiet sometimes, and as much as they hated when things got too quiet, they’d bear it for a little bit for her sake.

Once they thought enough time had passed, they worked their mind to figure out what to say. Should they ask if she was okay? Probably not, that usually just got them a sarcastic answer in a clipped tone. Maybe make a joke? But what if Poppy thought they were making light of her fear. That was no good. They could offer her a hug, but Tuft very quickly learned that despite how much they loved physical affection, Poppy needed to be in a good mood to reciprocate. Otherwise Tuft usually ended up on their backside with a very annoyed treecko.

Okay, thinking wasn’t doing Tuft any good. So screw it, they just wouldn’t think, they’d just talk! And when if they said something dumb, they’d just fix it. They were great at fixing stuff between them and Poppy. So taking a quick breath to prepare themself, they opened their mouth to comfort her.

“Hey, are-”

“I’m leaving.”

Tuft immediately shut up again, flinching back in surprise. The heck? Where was that coming from?

“What-”

“Those Beheeyem,” Poppy cut in, refusing to look at Tuft, her arms tight around herself, closing herself off from the world. “They attacked me when I woke up the first time. I barely got away from them, and that’s only ‘cuz Da- Mr. Nuzleaf helped. I thought…” she let out an annoyed huff. “Thought we’d gotten away. Guess not.”

Tuft nodded along to the story, still a bit confused. “So they’re bad ‘mons,” they said simply. “Cool, we’ll just go beat em up and-”

“Like hell we will!” Poppy snapped, and okay, did she really need to keep cutting Tuft off? They were trying to be a good supportive friend! The least Poppy could do was let them talk.

“C’mooooooooooooon, we’re tough!” Tuft whined, throwing their head back in annoyance. “We can totally take em!”

“Tuft, they threw a tree at me,” Poppy deadpanned. “A whole freaking tree. They just ripped it out of the ground with a flick of their wrist, and threw it at me. I think they’re a little bit above our paygrade.”

…she may have had a point. The toughest fight they had so far was up against a rampaging Salamance, and they only won that fight thanks to their wands and emeras, neither of which they could use outside of mystery dungeons. So outside of baiting the Beheeyem into one, they were probably out of luck.

“So we’ll get help then!” Tuft argued. “I’m sure some of the other folks here would be happy to help get rid of those creeps.”

For just a second, something strange washed over Poppy’s face. It almost looked like… fear? Worry? Tuft was having a hard time telling. A second later though, it was gone, and Poppy shook her head. “No, that won’t work,” she said. “You heard them before, they ran at the first hint of danger. They’d be useless in a fight.”

That was definitely a lie. “Oh yeah? What about the ones that guard Revelation Mountain?” they shot back. “They’re tough! They could definitely help!”

“No, they can’t.”

“Yeah they can!”

“No! They can’t!”

“Yes they-”

“THEY CAN’T!” Poppy yelled. “End of discussion!”

Poppy grabbed the front of her hoodie, the one Ms. Rosalia had made for her that she loved so much, and held it closed, covering her belly and making her look so small in a way that just seemed so wrong. Tuft never understood how someone who lived so loudly could look so small. It shouldn’t have been possible for someone like Poppy to not take up the entire room with her light. She should never be small.

“…so what?” Tuft asked. “You’re just… running away?”

“…it’s for the best,” Poppy sighed. “They’re after me. If I leave, they’ll follow. I’m not gonna let anyone else get- I won’t be the reason that- I won’t-” Another annoyed huff. “It’s for the best.”

Tuft could feel their heart breaking. Poppy was leaving. They finally, finally had a friend, and she was leaving them. And they couldn’t even be mad about it, ‘cuz it was for a stupid noble reason, and that was a good thing, so they weren’t allowed to be upset! So dumb.

So that was it. Poppy was leaving, and Tuft would be alone again. No one would pay attention to them, except to tell them off when they annoyed them into looking at them. No one would care for them the same way Poppy did. No one would go on adventures with them and-

….wait…. ADVENTURE!

Tuft forced themself not to smile, letting out a fake sigh. “Oh… okay,” they said, trying their best to sound sad, playing up the theatrics, holding a paw to their forehead and dramatically swooning. “I guess you really do have to leave. Oh, I’m wounded. Crushed. Heart-broken.” They let the smile they were holding back slip onto their face. “At least, I was for a second.”

They snickered, hopping back to their feet and striking a pose, grinning wide. The solution was so obvious, Tuft was shocked they hadn’t come up with it earlier. It was perfect! A fool-proof plan!

“If you’re leaving,” they continued, “then I’ll just have to come with you!” They looked over at Poppy, expecting her to look surprised, shocked that they’d join her, or maybe even happy, like she was hoping they would say that.

Instead, she just looked resigned.

“This works out perfectly!” Tuft carried on in spite of that. “I’ve wanted to get out of this boring, sleepy village for, like, forever!” They hopped over to Poppy’s side, pushing themself up against her shoulder. “This’ll be so much fun! We’ll camp out in the woods, go on adventures every day, and hey! We could go join the Expedition Society for real! We’ve gotten waaaaaaaaay stronger, I bet they’d promote us to full members instead of just juniors!”

Poppy didn’t say anything.

“So, when are we leaving?” Tuft asked. Poppy continued staring at them with a sad expression, looking so, so tired. Tuft’s smile fell from their face, the excitement draining from them. “Poppy?”

“…I was worried you’d say that,” she whispered.

“Worried? Why would-”

“Tuft, I need you to think about this.” Tuft opened their mouth to reply, only for Poppy to forcefully grab and close it. “No, I need you to shut up and think for once. This isn’t some game or silly adventure. If I don’t leave, this village burns. I’m not coming back, no matter what. Not until I know it’s safe. I could be gone for years. Years, Tuft. Do you know what that means?”

Yeah, of course Tuft knew! It meant they’d get to go on more adventures! They’d get to spend more time with Poppy! They’d-

“If you come with me, that means you’re leaving everything behind." And oh, they hadn't thought of that. "Your village, your home. You dad! You’ll be abandoning him, breaking his heart! So I need you, for once in your life, to think about what you’re doing, okay? I need you to think about if you’re really okay with leaving everything and everyone behind. If you can really do that.”

That gave Tuft pause. They hadn't thought of all that. That was… a lot. They smacked their lips, trying to find the words. “I…”

“Stop,” Poppy said forcefully. “I’m not expecting an answer now. I know this is a lot. But I can’t wait for long. I’m leaving tonight.”

Tonight!? So soon? Yeah, obviously things were dangerous, but she was barely giving them any time! How were they supposed to think that quickly?

Maybe that was the point,

Poppy rose to her feet, taking a few steps away from Tuft. “If you… if…” She let out an aggravated huff, looking away. “I’ll be waiting at our tree. If you aren’t there by midnight… I’ll know you aren’t coming. I’ll leave. And you’ll never have to deal with me again.”

…deal with her? What… was that supposed to mean?

Without giving them the chance to ask, Poppy began to walk away, shoving her hands in the pockets of her hoodie. She stopped a little bit away, turning her head ever so slightly, but not letting Tuft see her face.

“…in case this is the last time we see each other, I just… I want to thank you. For everything. Goodbye, Tuft.”

Then she was gone. And Tuft was alone with their thoughts.

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The sun had long since set, and Tuft still hadn’t made up their mind.

They didn’t want to admit it, but Poppy’s words had more of an effect on them than they thought. She was right. If she left, they’d be leaving their Pops behind. Sure, maybe the rest of the village just tolerated them, but Pops loved them. In spite of the trouble they caused, the lectures he gave, and the constant fighting, he loved them, wholly and unconditionally. Could they really leave that behind?

It should have been an easy yes. This was everything Tuft ever wanted! A chance for a grand adventure, a path toward their dream of joining the Expedition Society, making a map of the world, discovering everything there was to see! It was everything they ever wanted and more.

And all it would cost was their home.

Tuft tossed and turned in their bed, filling the room with annoyed huffs and whines and groans. Why did Poppy make this so hard? She could have just said yes and let them come along, and they’d be fine! They wouldn’t be thinking about any of this, they’d just be enjoying their super cool adventure with their best friend! Instead they were hesitating, and every second they waited was risking Poppy leaving them behind forever.

…Poppy. Poppy, who was their friend. Poppy, who went on silly and amazing adventures with them. Poppy, who thought they were annoying like everyone else did, but didn’t care. Poppy, who was sharp and prickly and angry, but who still tried to show Tuft she cared. Poppy, who didn’t have a home, or her memories, or anywhere to go.

Poppy, who’d be alone if they let her go.

…it wasn’t really a choice in the end.

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“…you came.”

Tuft let out a quiet sigh of relief as they walked up the hill to them and Poppy’s tree to see her leaning against it, her back to them, looking out at the vast serene lake, silver moonlight reflecting off the calm waters. She wore her signature hoodie and had her adventure bag slung over her shoulder, but she had taken off her harmony scarf, Tuft able to see bits of the fabric poking out of her clenched hand.

“Yup!” Tuft chirped as they trotted over to Poppy’s side, their own pack bouncing on their back as they did. “Did’ya really think I’d pass up this chance? You should know me better than that.”

That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say. Poppy cut her eyes over to Tuft, letting them see how red and puffy they were, scathing anger in her gaze.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” she growled. “You still aren’t taking this seriously! Tuft, I’m not coming back! No one is going to know where I went! They’re going to be worried sick.”

Tuft knew. Of course they knew. They bit their tip, closing their eyes and taking a breath. She didn’t need to twist the knife. They already knew the consequences. But they had to do this anyway.

“Do you think that they’ll just be okay with you disappearing? That they won’t worry about you! Are you seriously okay with breaking their hearts just so you can go on a stupid adventure? Do you-”

“Will you stop treating me like an idiot?!” Tuft shouted, unable to take it anymore. Poppy flinched back, finally turning to look at Tuft, her mouth agape. “I KNOW, OKAY? I KNOW THEY’RE GONNA WORRY! I KNOW POPS IS GONNA BE SCARED AND HURT! I KNOW OKAY!”

“Tuft, shut up!” Poppy hissed. “Someone is going to hear y-”

“NO! NO I WON’T! FOR ONCE YOU’RE GOING TO LISTEN TO ME! I’M NOT LEAVING YOU! I’M NOT LETTING YOU RUN OFF ON YOUR OWN AND GET HURT! NOT IF I CAN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!”

“I’ll be fine!” Poppy insisted, slapping a hand on her chest. “I’m tough! I can handle myself. I can deal with any mystery dungeons or ferals I run into. And those Beheeyem won’t even get close to me! I don’t need you to protect me!”

They didn’t need to protect her. They knew that. If anything, she’d be protecting them. She was always the stronger one. But that wasn’t the problem, was it?

“I’m coming with you,” Tuft insisted, not caring that they sounded like a petulant child. “Whether you like it or not.”

“You’re being selfish!”

“I DON’T CARE!” Tuft screamed. “I DON’T CARE IF I’M BEING SELFISH! I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE AGAIN!”

Poppy’s shoulders hunched up to her neck, her scarf riding up to cover her mouth. “You won’t be-”

“Yes I will!” Tuft cut in, screwing their eyes closed tight. “I know that they hate me! I’m not stupid! I know Pancham and Shelmet hate me, I know that Deerling and Goomy think I’m annoying, I know Espurr is tired of my voice, I know Watchog thinks I’m nothing but a screw-up, I know tha- that Pops… he-”

“He loves you!”

“I KNOW, OKAY! I KNOW HE LOVES ME! BUT HE DOESN’T GET ME!”

Poppy went silent, her shoulders dropping as a bit of tension left her body. Tuft let out a sigh, looking away. They knew their Pops loved them, but they could also tell he wished they were different. Someone else. Someone less troublesome and annoying. He loved them, but he didn’t love them. Not the way she did.

“You… you’re the only one who sees me,” Tuft said quietly. “Who cares about me. Not about Tuft, the village kid, or Tuft, the child that needs to be looked after, but me. The real me. You… you see me. You get me. You… care.”

That wasn’t the right word. They knew it. They knew that she knew it. But any other word was either too big or too small. There wasn’t a way to say it. Not without taking the plunge.

Neither of them were ready for that.

“I know I’m being selfish. But I don’t want to be alone. And… I don’t think you want to be alone either. Even if you’re telling me to stay… you don’t want me to, do you?”

“I… that’s not… I’ll be fine.”

“No. No, you won’t be.”

Poppy closed herself off, wrapping her arms around herself, leaning further into the tree. But Tuft wouldn’t let her do that. They scooted closer to her, brushing their fur against her leg, making sure she knew they were there for her.

“Pops will be okay,” they said. “He’ll be hurt, and scared, and worried sick. But he’ll be okay. He’ll have the others. If I don’t come with you… I don’t think either of us will ever forgive ourselves.”

And that was that. The two went quiet at that, both of them looking out across the lake, towards Serene Village, the only home either of them had ever known. They drank in the sight, knowing this could be the last time either of them would see it for years. Who knew how long they’d be gone? Who knew when they’d be able to come back?

But they had to go. Poppy needed to run. The Beheeyem was coming, and she couldn’t let them catch her. And Tuft needed to be at her side. They couldn’t be alone again. They needed Poppy like they needed air. Her presence was addicting and fulfilling, keeping them going. They couldn’t imagine a life without her anymore. Not after having been with her for so long.

Poppy let out a quiet sigh, reaching up and letting the harmony scarf in her hand loose. She slowly wrapped it around her neck, putting it back where it belonged, Tuft’s heart filling back up with love and hope as they saw Poppy as herself again.

“…thank you.”

Tuft blinked a couple times, letting the words wash over them to make sure they heard her right “What was that?” they asked snarkily, a stupid grin on their face. Poppy scoffed and rolled her eyes, looking away.

“I’m not saying it again,” she replied. “You better have heard me the first time. What, are those stupidly big ears of yours just for show or something?”

“They’re for being cute!” Tuft argued. “That way, the enemy underestimates me, and then they don’t expect me to set them on fire!”

“That’d work better if you could actually aim.”

“Hey!”

The two shared a quick laugh, relieving the situation of its weight for a brief moment before it came crashing back. Poppy looked down at Tuft, studying their face. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“Nope!” Tuft easily replied. “But let’s do it anyway.”

With that, the two descended down the hill, slipping away into the night. Tuft felt a twinge in their heart as they got further and further away from their home, from their Pops. They hoped that he would understand, that the letter they left would be enough to soothe his heart. Maybe one day he’d forgive them. Hopefully before they came home.

But they had to go. Serene Village may have been their home, but Poppy was too. And they couldn’t let her go. Maybe it was selfish, but hey, Tuft was selfish. They wanted Poppy. So they’d have her.

And then, it was just Poppy, Tuft, and the night. As it should be.

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(Brief description of our duo can be found here)

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‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅Zane Julien x Readerꨄ︎

I said I was gonna do a Zane fic and I did it woohoooo!!!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ I love Zane so much he's close second to Lloyd I want more stories of him it's not even funny (👁ˋ _ ˊ👁) But Lloyd isn't in this fic he takin a break in the hot springs from my relentless love for him sorry not sorry~(っ‘ω`c) But I hope you enjoy it bcs there's a lot goin on... haha (｡Ó﹏Ò｡) 𓇢𓆸

𝜗𝜚Now Playing: Melting by, Kali Uchis 𝜗𝜚 (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) *

Tw. Reader is insecure about her body

⋆⑅˚₊Beach Episode ✧˖°.

It was horribly hot outside, the humidity was deadly, and the ground felt like lava rocks, Ninjago City was known for its hot summers. So, it’s no surprise to find it’s citizens of the city try to keep cool. 

Fans on full blast outside shops and ice cream parlors packed with customers desperate for something to beat the heat. 

“Ugh, it’s so hot!” Kai groans as he sucks on his popsicle hanging upside down on the couch in front of the large white fan.

“Ugh, move your legs Kai...” Jay moans as he was using his one of Nya’s headband to push back his curly brown hair from his melting forehead.

“Both of you hush your hot breaths are making it worse” Nya snaps frantically fanning herself with her tank top.

Cole was sprawled on the couch with his drink hat that was now room temperature, “ugh, it’s too hot to even play video games.” Cole tosses the controller on to the table leaning his head back.

“You think we can use Zane as a freezer?” Kai suggests his voice chopping through the fan, suckling on his popsicle. “Maybe if we ask nicely, he can freeze us…” Cole mumbles out.

“Nya, I want water” Jay whines as Nya huffs, “I’m all dried out, I don’t have the energy” Nya sighs dramatically. 

The team lays defeated as they squabble with one another.

You soon walk in smiling with a cooler against your hip.

“Oh wow, you guys look like you’re melting~” coming into the living room with a cooler filled with ice and drinks,

Jay looks up “what’s that? looks cold!” Jay looked desperate wanting whatever was in the cooler, he resembled someone addicted looking for anything to help his craving.

“It’s for later, Zane and I are going to the beach” you walk over to the door and place the cooler down, the others lift their heads, “the beach?!”

“Holy heck yea, let’s go!” Kai finding the energy he pops up and twists himself to look at you his popsicle forgotten as it falls from his mouth.

You giggle, “then c’mon, Zane is getting lunch ready to take, we’re gonna have a barbeque later so he’s getting that ready too.”

“What are we waiting for boys? Let’s get our gear on!” Cole takes his hat off and races the others up the stairs to get their swim wear on. Shaking your head you continue with your task, 

“Did you tell the others?” Zane pops in holding a basket guessing it was the lunch and a bag of meat and veggies for the barbeque. “yea, they looked like little kids~” you chuckle as Zane places the stuff on top of the cooler. 

Zane smiles, “I am glad, I was hoping for something fun to help us all escape the heat.” You nod looking to the clock, “we should get ready, I can’t wait to get there!” you skip up to your room with Zane close behind to get ready as well in his own room. 

Zane had suggested the idea of a beach day to you when you had woken up that morning, he said his falcon found a spot on the beach for you all to have where no one knew about. A secluded spot for you guys was perfect!

You were eager to go with Zane thinking that he wanted to go with you, like alone. 

However Zane had the thought of bringing everyone, you weren’t upset about it, more the merrier.

But you couldn’t lie, being alone with Zane on the beach together did sound romantic. You had hoped that your boyfriend was suggesting a date.

Zane was a bit slow when it came to romantic things in a relationship, you having to initiate almost all your guy’s intimate moments, but you knew what you were getting into when you declared your feelings for the nindroid months ago. 

You don’t ever feel sour about it either you liked showing Zane different ways of being affectionate and how to show love in different ways and what some feelings meant. You just can’t help but think about cute scenarios of you two together and Zane leading you in those moments, he’s so gentle, yet precise with everything he does. So, the wonder of how he would act in leading felt like a fairytale.

But here you are in your room staring down at the swimsuit you picked out the week before summer started.

Wanting a beach day even before Zane suggested, you thought that maybe you could push the lead that you wanted out of Zane with a cute swimsuit. But now, 

You were having second thoughts.

Staring at the vertical striped pastel pink frilly suit, you blush, it wasn’t crazy revealing, but it showed more skin than you would normally show. 

Especially to Zane,

You had hoped in the moment to stun him with your looks to get a reaction. Seeing him blush with love in his icy blue eyes was your goal. 

You hum reluctant as you try and convince yourself that this plan was still clever.

Maybe it won’t be so bad if I put it on.

…

Oh no, is that my cleavage!?

I think I’m eating a little too much…

eek! This is barely covering my butt!!

You turn in all sorts of directions as you stare at yourself in the mirror finding different flaws left and right. Grabbing your belly and pinching your thighs,

Did this make me look childish? Are my thighs too big? Oh no, oh geez…

The frills turn with every movement you made as you look in your dresser for anything else,

‘knock’ ‘knock’

You jump hearing the door,

“(y/n), are you ready?” it was Zane!!! 

“uh-uhm yea, almost…” your voice squeaks as you desperately try and find a different swimsuit.

Hearing the door open your squeak, rushing to the door to close it as you saw it crack open. Startling the nindroid in the process he tilts his head on the other side of the door. “(y/n), are you sure you’re, okay?” You hold the door close, “ye-yes?” you stutter out. Zane was silent on the other side, seeming to try and calculate what was up with you without pushing any buttons that would make you uncomfortable. 

“Would you like me to retrieve Nya?” Zane tries to help making you smile on the other end. “mm, n-no it’s oki, I’m fine Zane. I’ll be down inna minute oki?” Zane hums standing close to the door reluctant to leave. 

“Alright (y/n), I will be downstairs, if you need any assistance, just call.” Your smile only grows as you nod knowing he couldn’t see you spoke again,

“I will Zane.”

Zane stands for a moment before walking away hearing footsteps you exhale the deep breath you were holding in.

Walking up to your dresser you curse, your one piece had a hole in it, it was old which was another reason why you went to buy a new swimsuit.

Looking to your closet you find a jacket, it was close to ninety-five degrees outside, but you needed a cover up.

You grab your jacket slipping it on closing it around your frame, seeing as it drops to your mid-thigh you felt much better when you looked in the mirror. 

But then why were you frowning?

This won’t have Zane swooning over you, but what you were wearing before would probably make it worst.

Right? you nervously fiddle with your jackets string feeling tears prick your eyes, your bottom lip quivers out as you bite you sleeve trying to ease any sadness that was washing over you.

“c’mon, (y/n) the beach isn’t gonna wait forever!” Kai shouts from the living room impatiently.

Shaking your head, you wipe your tears and open the door grabbing your beach bag,

“s-sorry, I was just using the bathroom” you skip down the stairs seeing everyone waiting for you. Zane looks to you and tilts his head, “are you alri-“

“don’t worry about it (y/n), now let’s goo!” Jay shouts as he dismisses your face and the rest follow him out the door to the jeep.

You smile to Zane, “c’mon, they might leave us if we keep them waiting~” you joke trying not to let Zane see your insecurities.

Zane looked upset as he was trying to figure out what was wrong, wanting to help you.

“mm, alright, we should head out then” he didn’t smile as he walks out,

The nervousness in your tummy returns as you follow him. 

…

When you all got to the beach the team wasted no time getting into the water, leaving you and Zane to set up everything. You chuckle watching your friends play in the water and chasing each other.

Kai and Jay in swimming trunks, Cole in tight swim shorts that went down to his lower thigh.

Nya had on a tight fitted wet suit that was black and blue, you couldn’t help but admire her form, she was muscular and skinny. She had curves in the right places, her swimwear was nothing like yours, watching as Jay gawks over her you feel a bit jealous. Pouting you sit curling up with you jacket still over you.

“You will heat up under there, are you not going to join them?” Zane stands over you with a light blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. 

“I’m fine, I think I’ll just build sandcastles.” You spoke not too excited at your own choice of activity.

Zane hums and sits next to you criss cross as he scoops sand into his hand, “then I shall build with you.” Zane smiles down at you, looking up with your hood over your head you smile. 

After a couple of moments, you both built a perfectly good sandcastle, you start digging out a molt for water around the castle.

“I’m sorry for dragging you with me, I know you're probably wanting to have fun with your friends.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Zane as he was on his knees forming a roof, 

“I am happy whenever I am with you. I have no desire to spend my time any other way that is not with you.” Zane looks to you and leans down to lower your hood, seeing your face was sweaty he smiles down at you.

“Oh, my dove, you do not have to apologize for spending time with me. I will always want to be near you.” Your face was warm and not because of the heat, you were blushing at his nickname and his words. His perfect handsome face and kind eyes, the way his thumb glides from side to side on your chin, so close to your bottom lip.

You hum as you lean into his cold hand, grabbing his wrist so that you could feel more of him.

“I’m really hot..” you mutter out, tired from hiding as you come clean about your feelings.

“I am aware” Zane chuckles as you grab at your zipper hesitating to pull it down,

“I bought a new swimsuit.” You were slow at your reveal, feeling embarrassed to share your feelings to your boyfriend.

But Zane sits patiently, “May I see?” Zane grabs your hand that was on your zipper not making any movements, but he holds your hand as if supporting you.

“I don’t look like Nya though.” You whine feeling your tears again, Zane pats your head affectionately, “of course you don’t, you look like you.” He runs his hands through your hair.

“But I look…bad” you squeak trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, Zane smiles and lowers himself so that you can see him.

“I do not date you because of your looks, I date you because of your kind heart and your acceptance of me. There are many reasons as to why I love you, (y/n), I love you, for you.” Zane finishes as he feels you let go, your zipper falling as both your hands move together to reveal your body. You blush looking away, seeing Zane stare down at your body. 

He slips your jacket off to see more of you, your cute belly, and chubby thighs. The frilly light pink swimsuit hugs your body showing your attributes that Zane normally doesn’t see.

Your pretty collarbone leading down to your cleavage, the tiny skirt on the side of your swim bottoms lifts for Zane to see your curves.

You finally look at him his hands felt warm almost concerningly warm.

“Zane?” you call for him seeing that he had spaced out; you then yelp as sparks fly from Zane’s head. “Ahh! Z-Zane what happened?!” you move to your knees and cup his face. You start to shake him to wake him up from his assuming overwhelmed system. Soon Zane comes to his senses and shakes his head,

“I apologize. You just look so stunning.” Zane lets out breathlessly as he leans over you to capture your body into his holding you close, his hands on your bare back as he hugs you. 

“You’re so beautiful, such a pretty girl” his hands slide up and down your back, causing you to squeak your face turning red as a shiver runs down your back where Zane’s cold fingers grazed so gently. This was more of a reaction; this was so much more than what you expected.

“Z-Zane?” you look over to him his face felt hot, as his cold hands continues to roam your body. An audible gasp leaves you lips as Zane continues; you soon hum finding relaxation as you close your eyes feeling his hands cool down your body from your warm jacket.

You grab onto Zane’s polo pushing your face deeper into the side of his neck, you felt as though you were on cloud nine, you never wanted to come down. 

And neither did Zane as he showed no sign of letting you go. 

After a few moments Zane finally felt calm again, he lifts and let’s go, forcing you to wake up again. You look up to Zane and smile, moving your hands to cup his face, 

“Zane, I love you.” Your heart skips as Zane places his much bigger hand over one of yours and closes his eyes, “I love you too, (y/n).” 

You smile as you huff and start to stand, now forcing Zane to snap out from his daydreaming. “c’mon Zane let’s go for a walk together!” you hold his hand as he comes up, grabbing a bucket you both walk away from the others to be by yourselves for a little longer.

You scan the ground under you, your eyes go wide as you race over to find a chipped sand dollar. “Look Zane!” you hold it up for Zane as he peers down at it smiling, he holds out the bucket for you to place the shell in.

You both continue down watching as boulders get bigger, you both walk further away from the others. Zane stops and finds a shell too, placing it in the bucket after showing you the colors,

“aaahhh, I love the beach!” you happily start running feeling a burst of energy you start kicking the waves that washed up onto the shore.

Zane watches you happily run as he places the bucket down to join you, looking back you see him grab your hand as you both run away from the waves and return just to run back when the waves came again. 

You lower your hand down into the water then brought it back up to flick water at Zane playfully. He chuckles then picks you up by your waist hearing your screams and laughter made Zane laugh as well. As when Zane got to deeper waters, he drops you into it, the water rises just below his shorts. When you come back up you pounce on Zane laughing as he laughs along with you. 

He picks you up bridal style and spins you as he makes his way back to the shore with you in his arms still laughing. 

He sits you down and sits next to you, watching the waves once again, “are you hungry?” Zane looks down at you nodding as you place your head on his shoulder. “I made sandwiches, I’m sure the others are eating now. Would you like to go back?” Zane stands and offers you a hand, placing your hand in his he helps you up and you both make you way back bucket in hand.

When you both made it back the other was already eating correctly guessed by Zane, 

“Oh hey, there you guys are” Kai chews on his sandwich his normally spiked hair was down most likely from the water.

Jay had a tan already as Nya was putting sunblock on him a sandwich in her mouth as she rubbed the cream into Jay’s arm.

“I thought you guys left” Jay spoke with his mouth full, Cole laying on the towel his hands behind his back with Kai’s glasses on.

“We did sorta, we just wanted to see around the beach” you bend down to open the basket pulling out a sandwich. 

You take a bite and hum, “thank you” you lay your head on Zane’s shoulder Zane smiles enjoying the fact that you liked the sandwich he made. 

“Hey, (y/n) cute swimsuit” Nya smiles as she finishes her sandwich, your mouth was full looking to Nya blushing, “tahank yhou” you spoke wanting to show your appreciation to Nya’s compliment.

She chuckles and grabs a ball from the beach bag that Zane brought, “wanna play volleyball?” Nya stands looking to you, swallowing you nodded, 

“Heck yea, I’m down!” you raise your fists in excitement standing up to create a line with Nya for your game. 

"Alright, here it comes!~"

Nya serves the ball to you, and you pass it back, the boys start to cheer for you guys as it starts getting a bit heated. With Nya diving down to hit the ball, and you jumping back to make sure the ball didn’t land outside your area.

“Go Nya!” Kai and Jay shout,

Zane smiles cheering as well, “You got this (y/n)!” hearing Coles voice it seemed he decided to wake up and be on your side.

You huff as you dove to push the ball up to Nya, she was quick to serve it back hitting it with full force. It was too fast as it drops to your side bouncing out of bounds, the guy’s cheer for Nya and you saying good game as Kai goes to retrieve the ball for the boys to have their volleyball game.

Nya comes to offer you a hand, “oh my gosh, that was so cool (y/n)!” Nya gushes as she hugs you, “you were really good too Nya!” you hug back impressed with her skill just as much as she was with yours.

You walk over to Zane as Nya goes over to Jay and Kai, “you did great, there were moments where I was sure you would have won.” You chuckle, “Nya is really good, she’s incredible!” you look to her laughing as she was scolding Kai for picking a fight with Jay for something you weren’t sure of.

“You are amazing as well (y/n), do not forget that your talents deserve praise too.” Zane places a hand on your shoulder. You smile to him nodding, “I won’t, especially if you’re there to remind me~” you raise on your toes to wrap your arms around Zane, kissing his nose with yours.

“Hey, love birds, you gonna join us” Kai chuckles calling you guys, you both look to Kai and smile, “let’s go beat his butt, Zane!” you grin playfully determined to win this time, Zane smiles as he lets you lead him to your side.

He watches you play, hitting the ball when it came to him, he mostly just wanted to watch you, seeing your body twist and turn made his gears work even harder to calm his blushing face. 

“Ahaha, we won!!” You run to Zane as Cole pats his back, chuckling at your guy’s victory. Kai groans as Jay and Nya congratulates you guys. 

…

The sun was starting to come down as Zane stands by the grill with meat and vegetables skewered over a flame. You helped by making a place for everyone to eat, setting up plates and placing watermelon down, the rest were getting some more time in the water before having dinner and going home.

Zane looks over to you and nods signaling that the food was ready, 

“Hey! Dinners ready!!” you call as your friends race over for dinner. You all sit together in a circle eating and talking finishing quickly as you all were hungry, reaching into your bag you pull out sparklers. 

“Hey, you guys wanna light these?” you shake the box teasing your friends as they happily went up to you for a few sparklers. 

Kai using his flames lights everyone’s sparklers, watching Jay run with his and Nya making large shapes. Cole had a bunch in his hands while Kai lazily twirls his around his fingers,

You lazily make shapes watching as the sparkler makes its way down the stick soon dispersing. 

Zane was packing everything back up as you walk over to him wrapping your arms around his waist, Zane turns his head smiling at you. “Are you ready to leave, pretty girl” your tummy flutters as butterflies fly around giddily at Zane’s new nickname for you. 

You nod not trusting your voice now as you let go to call for the others, hearing groans and huffs made you laugh feeling as though you were caroling your kids. 

On the drive back you rode in front with Zane, you fiddled with your jacket string as you stared out the window seeing stars. Your other hand was being held by Zane’s as his other rested on the steering wheel.

“Zane” you spoke so quietly hearing your friends’ snores, but Zane heard you, even over the soft music playing. “Yes, (y/n)” his voice like silk as he called back to you, your heart felt so full to hear Zane say your name as you smile your cheeks glowing pink.

“I love you.” Your voice still quiet as you glide your thumb over Zane’s hand, Zane smiles as his eyes stayed focus on the road. But his heart and mind raced with you and only you,

“I love you too, (y/n).” His own hand moves to firmly grasp your hand moving his thumb to touch every space of your hand. Wishing to feel more of your body next to his, maybe you two can cuddle together in his bed when you both get home. Zane side glances you for a second seeing you were nodding off, his constant glide of his thumb seemed to be lulling you to sleep. Yes, that sounded like a good idea, cuddling with his girlfriend, when you all get home,

Zane wakes the others leaving you last as he carries you inside in a bridal style. His friends volunteer themselves to bringing the things inside and cleaning up much to Zane’s appreciation.

He carries you up to his room, laying you down on his bed he lays behind you pulling your body close to his as he spoons you. 

Just like how you would with him when you first showed him to cuddle, He smiles fondly at the memory as he feels your chest rise slowly under his arm. Closing his eyes Zane falls asleep along with you. Your slow breathing providing as a natural melatonin.

“I love you, (y/n)” Zane mutters out before going into a sleep mode.

HAHAHA oki I finished... I read it once so there's prob many mistakes, omgggg ᯓᡣ𐭩 But I liked writing this I just hope you guys like it as well!!!(˶˃ᆺ˂˶) 𓇢𓆸 Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[9r7g5h]

The Only Acceptable Miscommunication Trope

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia 

Rating: T

Genre: Humor

Summary: When Katsuki opened his locker, he had expected three things - his water bottle, his towel, and the change of clothes he had brought so he wouldn’t have to wear the soaked gym outfit back to the dorms.

He hadn’t expected the bright pink letter, signed and sealed with a heart shaped sticker.

Words: 2,766

When Katsuki opened his locker, he had expected three things - his water bottle, his towel, and the change of clothes he had brought so he wouldn’t have to wear the soaked gym outfit back to the dorms. That was what he had put in the locker when Shitty Hair and Dunce Face had dragged him out this morning to train, so it made a passing bit of sense for him to expect the same.

He hadn’t expected the bright pink letter, signed and sealed with a heart shaped sticker, his name written in, admittedly, beautiful calligraphy on the front. He hadn’t even noticed it at first, the letter flopping to the ground as he pulled the towel free, too caught up in his argument to pay attention. It wasn’t like he did this kind of shit anyway, so if he had been the one to notice it first, most likely it would have still ended up on the ground, just this time in the form of ashes instead of whole.

Sadly, it was Kaminari who made the discovery first, his shit eating grin more than enough to justify the dodged blast Katsuki sent his way.

“Whoa, is that a love letter? Someone’s actually got the guts to try and confess to our Blasty here?” He swooped in, a well placed jolt enough to make Katsuki jump so he could swipe it from the ground. He held it high enough so Kirishima could see, wiping away a fake tear. “I’m so proud, our boy might finally get laid.”

“Like you can talk, dipshit.” It didn’t take much to get the letter back, Kirishima just laughing as he watched Kaminari wipe the soot from his face. “We all know you’re as close to getting your dick wet as the grape is; at least I’m not as pathetic as you two are.” A sheepish grin his only response, Katsuki just rolled his eyes and crumpled the letter in his hand, sparks playing across his free palm. The quicker he burned this, the quicker he could get back to cleaning up and get back to the dorm, leaving this nonsense behind.

“Whoa, Bakubro, what the heck! You’re not even gonna read it? Not manly, dude.” Again, he found the letter in someone else’s grasp, this time his explosion ineffective as Kirishima just quirked up, his skin as hard as his frown as he held the letter safely behind his back. His growl ignored, Kirishima carefully flattened the letter, using his hardened fingers to try and smooth out as much of the damage as he could. “You should at least see who it’s from and give them an answer, bro. It’s only right.”

“If the extra knew me at all, they’d know this was coming. I don’t do this kind of shit.”

Because he was too busy training or studying and thus had literally no time for a relationship; because he would only date the best and there was no way in hell anyway so gutless they had to resort to some anonymous letter would ever measure up; because he had to spend his precious free time keeping that damn nerd alive and figuring out his quirk (and if that was just an excuse to stay close, to slightly soothe the ache in his chest that was his own damn fault, well, fuck off); take your pick. Katsuki Bakugou didn’t do this kind of shit, all for good reasons.

All the reasons Kirishima, as the only person in this damn school that had managed to wiggle his way in and force down his defenses that wasn't too bright and green to look at on a regular basis, knew and knew well. Entertaining that love letter would do no one any good, and if he was just helping some poor extra get over him and move on without having to deal with a dozen awkward confessions a week? Bonus points.

“You never know, Bakubro,” Kaminari joined, throwing an arm over Katsuki’s shoulders, “your current plan of never addressing anything and just exploding it doesn’t seem to be working. Maybe doing an actual meet-and-greet will let you tell them you’re not interested, and the word will spread. People can only stay interested in someone emotionally unavailable for so long before they get bored and move on. Well, most people.” He dodged the half-hearted swat, laughing easily. “Trying it once can’t hurt!”

And maybe occasionally, when the fates collided and his two brain cells rubbed together, Kaminari actually had a good idea, because he knew how the rumor mill worked. Mina was one of the core members, as much as he hated that shit, and if it got around that this crap wouldn’t work on him...

“Fine,” Katsuki spat. “Give me the damn letter. But don’t expect me to be polite to the extra face to face. The fact that I’m even looking at this is good enough.” The others didn’t argue, knowing if they did it would only distract the blonde from tearing apart the envelope. Together the three crowded together, skimming the crinkled letter to see who it was trying to catch Katsuki’s eye.

I would like to confess to you in person, like a hero should. Please meet me at the grove of trees near the eastern open training ground, the one closest to the gates, today at four. I’ll be waiting.

~D

As one the trio looked towards the clock that hung over the locker room doors, glancing between themselves with the knowledge that, were Katsuki to do this, he only had fifteen minutes to wait. They all knew which grove the letter meant - it was a public, popular enough confession spot, the shade and perpetual cool breeze making it perfect for waiting for people. Almost always had some sort of eyes on it, waiting for someone to say something and start up the gossip.

Perfect.

Katsuki tossed his shit back into his locker, ignoring the surprised yelps from the peanut gallery as he turned on his heels towards the door. Kirishima hardened just in time to take another well aimed blast, the force just enough to push him out of the way of the door.

"Whoa, wait, you're going like that? You aren't even going to, you know, wipe down and change? Kiri and me went pretty hard on you, and-"

"As if, idiots," Katsuki snorted, like the idea his friends had actually been a challenge was amusing. Even if the soaked gym clothes told a different story. With Kirishima to hold him off and Kaminari to shoot long range attacks, they were a pretty effective team. "The letter was in my damn gym locker, while I was training, with no guarantee that I would see it before the meeting time passed. This extra wants to do this, they're getting me like this. Maybe they'll actually think next time."

With twin shrugs the other two just followed, the three quickly making their way through the school. Thankfully there weren't many people to push their way through, the school day long since done, allowing them to make it well within the time allotted. Though as they reached the front door, instead of continuing on his path like he had intended, Katsuki instead glanced out the large window and froze, grabbing his two idiots to keep them from going on without him.

It only took a moment for them to follow his line of sight.

"Is that-"

"Dude, no way-"

"Both of you, shut up!"

Because of course. Of course it was fucking Deku, standing calmly beneath the trees as he played with his phone.

And the little shit nerd actually looked good for once. It was a well known fact that Izuku was, physically, probably one of the prettiest people on campus, and Katsuki would fight anyone who said otherwise. But his clothes left a lot to be desired; they were childish at best, tacky as shit at worst. But right now he looked good, actually looked like the proper almost adults they were, and it did things to Katsuki's heart and stomach and made him immediately regret coming as he was, his ratty gym clothes drying to his skin and the glycerin in his sweat that normally made him smell slightly sweet unable to cover the stink of exercised teenage boy.

"Is that..." Kaminari squinted his eyes for a moment, only to whistle as he turned back towards Katsuki. "He's even got some makeup and everything. Looks better then my get up too. He really wanted to look good for you, bro."

"Course he did," Katsuki snapped back, no heat in his reply. "Nerd never does anything in halves. Fuck, Kiri, I..."

Already his best friend was there, a steadying hand on his shoulder. It had taken Kiri forever to squirm his way in through Katsuki's defenses, but he'd long since earned the right to a good deal of Katsuki's secrets. Most of them concerning feelings and emotions and the shit he was bad at, and the rest concerning the boy standing under the trees outside. "You don't have to," Kirishima said slowly, "but this is your chance, Bakugou. That letter was pretty clear, so even if you decide not to, you at least know where you both stand and can do something later. But it must have taken a lot of nerves for him to be manly enough to write it out and follow through, so it might be nice if you met him on his timeline for once instead of yours."

Katsuki took a long, deep breath and held it, nodding as he slowly released the air from his lungs. Shitty Hair was always right, damn it, and even if a part of him wanted to run and hide and pretend he had never seen that stupid note, he wasn't going to. No, he was going to ignore the fact that he was a gross, sweaty, stinking post-workout mess and go give Deku the best acceptance of a love letter to ever be seen in the history of romance.

Because he was Katsuki Bakugou, damn it, and he was the best.

Izuku couldn't wait for the others to get there. He knew he was early, but when Iida had informed him that he had made dinner reservations to celebrate their group's two year "friend-iversary," he had been touched. Kacchan had been the only person he could have theoretically had something like a friend-iversary with, but the other boy was too disgusted with anything sappy and sentiment to think that was a good idea. Even though they had repaired their friendship from their falling out in middle school, he knew bringing up something like that would more than likely get him an explosion to the face, not a fancy dinner at some restaurant people were raving about.

So he hadn't even been insulted when Tsu, Ochako, and Todoroki had invaded his dorm, gone through his closet, and picked out his clothes, supplementing whatever he didn't have with things Todoroki brought with him that, with enough tucking and adjusting, just managed to fit. He'd even let Mina doll him up some, even if the goop on his face felt weird and his eyes felt tired, like he was ready for a nap. For sure not something he would do all the time, it was all too uncomfortable, but for a night out with his friends to celebrate something so special, he was willing to do it. Now he was just waiting, a couple minutes early, playing on his phone until his friends got there.

"Oi, Deku!"

For a moment Izuku was startled - had Kacchan been invited as well and no one had told him? Looking him over, though, it was clear the other boy was nowhere near restaurant ready; he probably needed something else. Sliding his phone into his pocket, Izuku smiled at his friend.

"Hey, Kacc-"

One hand on his hip, the other in his hair, fingers threading through curls to tug his face up towards Kacchan's, his back pressed hard against the tree he had been leaning against - Izuku had no clue what was going on, only that his greeting was cut off by Kacchan's lips meeting his own. He didn't know what to do with his mouth, his hands, his tongue, but it didn't seem to matter as Katsuki took and kept control of this surprise confession, pressing against the seam of his lips until Izuku allowed him entrance, awkwardly rubbing against each other in a perfect way that made them both groan.

And all too soon it was over, Kacchan pulling away, his gaze bleary as he licked some spit from his bottom lip. He slowly, almost reluctantly took his hands away, the one in his hair playing with a few curls first before losing complete contact, leaving the two of them just standing there, breathless, staring.

"Kacchan, wh-"

"If we're doing this, nerd, we're doing this right," Kacchan cut him off again, forcing some level of bravado into his voice, ignoring the still glazed look in his eyes. "Friday, I'll pick you up from your dorm at six. Don't be late or I'll blow up some of your merch." No real threat, the words almost teasing, as if the destruction of property was expected. All Izuku could do was nod, his lips brushing against the fingers he hadn't realized he had raised to touch his mouth.

"Yeah," he said, voice hoarse. Izuku swallowed, shook his head, and smiled. "Yeah, I'd like that, Kacchan. I'll see you at six."

His smile real, nothing like the cocky smirk he normally wore, Kacchan turned away and ran back towards the front doors of the school. Where, if Izuku was seeing properly, Kaminari and Kirishima were jumping around in front of the giant windows that flanked the doors, yelling at and hugging each other, at least until Kacchan rejoined them, his smile not changing as he yelled at them. Whatever he said didn't seem to phase them as the two jumped on him, laughing as he was buried under the group hug.

His face red, idly wondering if perhaps one of the former holders of One for All had a blushing quirk, Izuku pulled back out his phone to send a text to his friends. They would be here any minute now, and he could always tell them in person, but better to get it out now before someone in the gossip chain got it out first. Ochako would kill him if she heard second hand.

Why Kacchan decided to do it in such a public place, well known for being watched, he'd never know.

I think I have a boyfriend now?

*~*

Standing on the second floor of the building, first year support student Dairoji sobbed as his friends comforted him. They had all told him it was a bad idea, that the upperclassman Bakugou had never responded to a love confession before, but Dairoji had insisted it would be different.

"He called me 'D'," Dairoji had said happily, sealing the letter. "You only give nicknames to people you like! He'll respond to me, I just know it."

Of course, Dairoji had ignored the fact that the rest of them had been "Extras" A, B, and C, and the 'D' Dairoji had been so fixated on had just been a coincidence. It had taken everything they could to convince him to wait on the second floor, to make sure he actually showed up before waiting outside for who knows how long.

A good idea, they all agreed, as they comforted their sobbing friend.

"I never would have given him that letter if I knew he had a boyfriend," Dairoji sobbed. "I'm so embarrassed! What if he looks at me and thinks I'm a pervert who goes after taken men? I'll never get to work with heroes again, and I'll never get into an agency and my equipment will rust and I'll have to start making toys for kids and I don't even like kids and-"

"Remember when we told you Bakugou's never responded to a love confession," one of his friends cut in, trying to head off the spiral before it sunk any lower. "Rumor has it he just burns them, or throws them away. Now we know why. He probably never even saw it, and he'll never know it was you, ok?"

Blinking away the tears of a broken heart and embarrassment, Dairoji looked up at his group, hope slightly lifting his spirits.

"You really think so?"

"Of course, Dairoji. The letter is in ashes, I promise."

[END]

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[sinnabee]

hey guys! i’ve got a bit of a (big) life update for y’all.

unfortunately, i’m having to figure out a new living situation pretty unexpectedly. my roommate and i talked, and basically he’s wanting to live on his own again. so i’ve got about two months to get moved out of here and find a new place. (i’m working on it! luckily i recently reconnected with a friend who’s a real estate agent, so who knows - maybe i’ll get my own damn house >:D)

for anybody that follows me on ko-fi, you might have seen the update i put there. this is a more detailed version of that.

basically, this means (and i am so so so SO sorry about this) it’s going to be a while before i can get a lot of these charm orders out.

i’m going to try my best to get out what i can in-between packing, but don’t be surprised if your order takes several months to ship. again, i’m so sorry - i know it took me ages to even get them listed.

one of the other things this is going to effect may be sticker orders and new stickers.

sticker orders:

i try to include free doodles with my sticker orders, and i am going to continue to try and do that, but some of you may not receive a doodle, and for that i’m sorry.

if you would rather get your stickers sooner, and don’t mind missing out on the doodle, please message me, either through tumblr or through ko-fi. (ko-fi will help me keep track of who’s who a bit better.)

if you REALLY want a doodle, and don’t mind waiting, then let me know and i’ll move yours to the back of my list. this way, i can prioritize anyone who doesn’t mind going without a doodle and start cutting down on my workload.

if you don’t message me either way, i’ll try and get your doodle done, but there’s a chance i may just go ahead and send it without one. luck of the draw.

some of you have ordered stickers AND charms! (omg, what the heck! y’all are amazing!) despite being in the same order, i may try and at least get you your sticker orders, unless otherwise requested. (i have a few people that have already spoken to me about having their items shipped together, so no worries if we’ve already talked.) for anyone that ordered stickers + charms, i wasn’t going to do a doodle anyway, since the main reason i have those is to do something with the cardstock i use to keep the envelopes flat. this way y’all will at least get something sooner! (again, message me if you’d rather i’d send it all together. don’t worry about shipping if i send them separately, i’m not gonna apply a charge for that, it’s fine.)

new stickers:

i had intended to start printing and eventually list my new halloween dca sticker design by october first at the absolute latest. but with the whole “ideally be moved out within two months at the latest, earlier if possible,” thing, that may not be happening.

i’m still gonna try, though!!!!! i’ll try and save my sticker making things for later in the packing process, and maybe try and get that stuff figured out before the end of this month. we’ll see if i can juggle it with everything else - i really think it’s dependent on me catching up on my other orders, first.

in addition to all of this, i’m still out of work on FMLA for my back problems. on the bright side - my appointment is FINALLY coming up!!! yippee!!! but that also means i have to take a lot of breaks from packing and working on stickers because… back hurty. but it ALSO means i have the time to do all this stuff, breaks included, because i’m not working. so…silver linings, am i right? :D

also just wanna say thank you to everybody again - i have made SO many friends in this fandom, and i’ve had a blast being able to make stickers and finally charms!!!! half the reason i’ve been able to bounce back so quick after getting this news the other day is because i’ve already had some of my pals who saw my kofi post messaging me and wishing me well. and the money from the charm orders is gonna help ease the moving/shopping process a lot, so - thank you all so much!!!!

again, i’m sorry everything is so delayed. but i WILL get it out to you eventually, once things settle down a bit. but y’all are amazing, and i appreciate you lots, k???? don’t forget it!!! <3

[knizuu]

DECIDED A REBLOG WOULDN’T BE ENOUGH- // FANG RANT PT 2

Ok ok ok, WE BACK AND CHATTIN’. TIME TO GRAB POPCORN OR WATER IDK TO ENJOY MY RANT <33 +uhh warning ig: get ready for BEEG over analyzation lol 

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Notice the color used on the arrows? Symbolizing yellow and red? If you see this conversation as a mockin’ful, you can relate the meanings. If used negatively [seems fitting for this scene], you get this: Yellow meaning cowardice, and red meaning warning. 

Honestly, this is VERY fitting, knowing how scared Fang is in Fang’s Big Break. The amount of fear he gets in Superstars as a whole really makes you worry for him. Bean is pretty explanatory, he’s “getting tired of Fang’s antics”. Reason for Bark not having the arrow, I'm not sure, possibly because he’s not verbally arguing, or he’s not as mad as the others. Either way, I think Bark is just more caring about the situation. With this hypothetical situation, I think Fang is just scared that he’ll be alone. So he turns reactive in the face of a jerky persona. For Bean, he’s gaining more independence. I know this rant isn’t about ‘im but I really do realize how much Bean is getting as a character. He’s speaking more, asking the questions, getting sassy more on screen. 

Okay, now let’s get into connecting Fang’s Big Break with Fang the Hunter. I’m claiming that FTH is before FBB, because I’m sure that’s the motion for it. Looking at the images below, don’t they look similar? Somewhat? Now I want you to mash those frames up, with the speech including the thoughts.

“Bean?! Bark?!” [Get your act together! You’re repeating your past mistakes! You’re better than this! You have to be!] Both are in distress, and it shows how much content is missing from the cover [saying that Fang is just what he shows to be]. And even if both situations are VERY DIFFERENT: See how that helps my case even more. In FTH, he’s with his crew and now they’re gone. Of course he’s gonna yell out for them, that’s the first instinct. This is expected, if you lost the people near you, of course you’re gonna call for ‘em. Nothing deep is seen here, but for the right image, I differ. I say it over and over again, but he really is trying to be better. The context is, he’s on a hunt and he angered a bird who now is chasing him along with crushing his cork gun. A big difference between the situations is that he STARTED alone compared to becoming alone. With no one else in his mind, he’s gonna worry for himself. But he isn’t getting mad about being alone [at least, from what’s written], he’s not yelling for help, he has only himself to talk to. And what does he notify himself? “Get your act together”. He’s trying to stop his mistakes, whatever that may be. 

Let’s use that past sentence, and although it ails Hooligan fans [INCLUDING ME AHHHHHH </3], let’s imagine Bean, Bark, and Fang harshly separated. If you put that hypothetical with Fang’s thoughts, you can imagine he’s telling himself to stop being careless.+SINCE I’M STILL MAKING THIS HAPPY, THIS HYPOTHETICAL DEF HAS BEAN AND BARK COMING BACK <33

From sources, people push others away so that they won’t get hurt. Well, you could use that to correlate with Fang’s behavior. 

This is what Sega calls him, a jerk, “our favorite jerky jerboa!”, even in Archie, “And a total jerk”. This actually lines up with pushing others away, making this term more seemingly true. Going to the main point, you can see why Fang would want to stop acting this way. It led him to be alone, without “his boys”, without the zaniness that his gang brings him. It’s not the same anymore. (this is where I insert my shipping blast btw)

 In Superstars, this is correct! We don’t see Bean or Bark, we’re introduced to Trip [a WHOLE NEW gal], Fang is working very close to Eggman, and heck, his tech got upgraded.

*okay rando thing: In FTH, he wishes the Marvelous Queen gets the upgrades she needs to take Sonic down. In Superstars, he gets more than that, he gets his own robot ALONG with tons of upgrades for the MQ…if FTH is before Superstars, would he feel achievement? Somehow? +yknow, until it blows up [yeh, i'm not joking] 

BACK TO LE COMIC, …oh ye I technically went over everything. Or at least, what goes into his mentality,..UHH

Let’s look at Trip rq. Trip the Lizard gets an entire arc in Superstars! Her dynamic between her and Fang is simple, Trip tries to help or Trip tries to do what Fang says and Fang just relents and belittles her. Once Trip gets kicked by Fang, [Trip had to gull to stop Fang] she gains her heroism and sides with Sonic. Fang gets defeated by her anddddd ye that’s the last of Fang in that story. Now, I'm gonna show how sweet she was, even if Fang wouldn’t return the respect. 

I know Sonic Channel isn’t usually taken as canon, but like SHE GIVES HERSELF THE BAD PANCAKE, LIKE AWHH<33 And she doesn’t give up when given commands, tho that can be because she’s verbally forced to. And in the left image, Fang isn’t mad or annoyed about her behavior. Obviously it’s a calm setting, +he’s getting something good. Gosh, he looks surprised, or a little concerned,  because “Why is she still being like this after the stuff I push her through?” It’s not new to him though, it’s like Bean and Bark all over again. They stick together through many things. But the more he doesn’t let others in his life, he’ll just get hurt more and more. This is where I'd say Fang should try to listen to himself, “Get your act together” “You’re better than this”, but in the sense he should open up, that he should be more emotional and let his mind speak. I think that explains why he’s unlikable to some, he’s just reacting madly with no reason. And if I were to find a reason, it’d be because he’s not getting what he deserves, a close bond. And bringing up the sad fact, if he doesn’t let himself be himself, he’s not going to get what he needs. I swear, he’s regretting his choices, but it seems like he’s gone far. Trip could’ve helped but she moved sides. In FTH, Bean and Bark are staying, and I can only hope it STAYS.THAT. WAY. Cause like, Team Hooligan has been together for SO LONG, Bean and Bark are having fun with Fang, and Fang is leveled out with Bean and Bark. 

Ngl, this is supposed to be a “This is why the way he is” more than “He’s justifiable”, but I think my rant could give new insight as to why he’s not a horrible character. Especially when there’s so many others already avoiding an unlikable Fang, Fang Gang being my prime example :] cause we love the silly jerboa! We don’t STOP loving him, and we make sure of that. <33

[sleepychailatte-blog]

When I was in school, there seem to be a camp of two types of girls when it came to literary choices. You had the Twilight/vampire romance girlies and the Hunger Games/dystopian gals, and you would have thought these two groups were the two families from Romeo and Juliet. Yours truly was part of the Hunger Games camp, and middle-school me was obsessed. I’m talking book and movie premieres, Team Peeta shirts from Hot Topic, wearing a mocking jay pin publicly, the whole gambit. God forbid if you read Twilight, that poorly written, low-brow, dumb, vampire romance. We were the readers of dystopian fiction, which was superior because it made you FEEL things about capitalism, broken societies, being true to yourself, etc. etc. etc.

It’s been over a decade since 2008. To all my Twilight girlies, I would like to offer you my most sincere apologies. I should not have judged you so harshly.

Recently I watched Twilight for the very first time as an adult. A friend of mine came over for a painting/movie night, and Twilight was our featured film. I knew the memes, I knew roughly what the plot was, but I wasn’t ready for the experience that was to come.

So without further ado, I’d like to offer my thoughts and review on the 2008 masterpiece, Twilight. If you aren’t familiar with the Twilight story, go read a quick synopsis and then come back.

🌘So, did you like it?

I had an absolute blast watching this movie. Would I say it’s a good movie? Probably not. Did it age well? Nope. But it was delightfully cringey, as you had to suspend all believe of realism. You couldn’t take this movie too seriously, because this movie took ITSELF way too seriously. It’s like they cranked the drama/teen angst meter up to 100 and everything seems so life-or-death…even though the main characters, Bella and Edward, are 17 year old juniors (ok so Edward actually isn’t 17 because he’s an old vampire but you get what I’m saying). It was very much that kind of relationship where “they can’t even bear to be apart or they will DIE” oh no how tragic (I think we now call that co-dependency).

When I was 17, I sure as heck didn’t know what love was. But again, this story is based in absolute fantasy, not realism, and that’s the fun part. Oh to be swept off your feet by a mysterious, handsome, brooding vampire that you met in your biology class!

🌓Favorite part of the film?

The script for this movie is pretty bad, I’m not gonna lie, and that’s part of the charm. It’s so bad, that it’s kinda good. Here’s some of my favorite quotes:

“You better hold on tight, spider monkey." -Edward to Bella because he can jump really high and run really fast. I about peed my pants from laughing when Edward said this.

“This is the skin of a killer, Bella." -Edward to Bella because vampire skin *literally sparkles* in direct sunlight. Again, almost peed my pants.

I will say that I love Edward’s family, the Cullens, as a whole. This vampire family tries to cook a regular meal for Bella, Edward’s human girlfriend, and oh my heart. Vampires don’t cook because they don’t eat normal food; the Cullen family had never used the kitchen in their house. The fact that they would go out of their way and attempt to do something so foreign to them in order to make the human girlfriend feel comfortable? Um, wow that’s actually really sweet.

Also, shout out to Bella‘s dad, Charlie for actually trying to connect with his daughter. Bella and Charlie have a bit of an awkward and tense relationship but this doesn’t stop Charlie from trying to be a good dad. I will say that one of my other favorite scenes was when Bella asked her dad if he wanted to meet her boyfriend Edward… while he was cleaning his shotgun. When he said, “sure, send (your boyfriend) in” and loudly snapped his shotgun shut, I about lost it. What a dad move! A national treasure.

🌒Would you watch it again?

Under the right circumstances. I would need either anesthesia or a large sangria. If I ever showed this film to my children, it would be for a study of what not to do in a relationship. If your significant other says “I can’t live without you” when you’re 17…that’s some big creepy co-decency energy.

🌑Team Edward or Team Jacob?

Um Team Charlie all the way. Hands down the best and most sane character in this whole film. We love to see a dad do his best and love his daughter…even when she starts dating a super weird pale dude.

🌘Conclusion

Watching this film made me think about guilty pleasures. We all have them, and they all look different at unique stages of our life. One of my favorite guilty pleasures is watching Judge Judy. My 70 year-old grandmother used to watch the Bachelor. For a friend of mine, it’s those cheesy Hallmark Channel movies. Others enjoy vampire romance novels. Are these things high-quality and sophisticated? No. Are they of good taste? Meh. But they are meant to be enjoyed, and that’s the whole point.

Twilight is the same way. Is it good? Not really. But that doesn’t matter, because it’s a cringey/angsty teen fantasy that’s meant to be enjoyed.

You can be both a Twilight girlie and a Hunger Games gal, and still have a pretty darn good time 🖤

[the0retically]

JRWI What If: Intergalactic Gameshow:

That was a wild ride and I adored it so so much here are my thoughts :)

- This is just friends being unhinged and playing D&D I adore this

- GRIZZ JUST CANONIZED CONNOR DYING TO THE RATS?????

- CHIP IS HERE AND A BABY???? AND 200 FEET TALL??

- “Her face shows disgust ‘Gillion I hate babies’” ICONIC LETS GO ASTER

- BABY JAY FERIN?????? JAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- This is utter insanity I love it

- God Gill is having Such a bad day he just cannot get out of this situation with baby Chip and baby Jay

- “IS THIS THE FAVOR NIKLAUS? IS THIS THE FAVOR?????” GILLION PLEASE

- I love the bit about Jesus and Vyncent sharing the whole story of the Bible

- Vyncent being able to see the others health bar??? That’s so cool what the heck

- Aster giving so much lore because Mythborne didn’t continue is so so fun

- :((((((( this trio is so sweet, I love them, they’re like the perfect group for this, they’re so fun

- They’re just unhinged

- MORE APPEAR EVERY TIME GILL GETS CAUGHT????

- :((( I miss the pretzel noises

- WAIT WHY ARE THEY JUST PLAYING CHESS??

- God I love aster and gill they��re friendship is so nice

- PRETZEL GOT A NAT 20 TO BEAT ASTER AT CHESS!!!!

- GILL WITH SANCTUARY IS SO GOOD!!! HES JUST THROWING RANDOM THINGS OUTSIDE NOW??

- Asters crying noooooooo it’s ok girl!! Chess isn’t everyone’s strong suit!

- I love the bit of Charlie lowering his volume and yelling to create the image of his characters doing chaos in the background

- Oh?? Charlie why do you want just a little bit left?? HAHHA HOLY SHIT HES BLASTING THE ROOMBAS INTO THE GOLD COUNTER

- ???? An mvp??

- “What’s squid game?” “It’s an undersea thing”

- Wait they’re talking about the voice and if it’s recognizable to any of them and Aster asking Gill if he knows any bastards that would do this and Gill giving a thought and saying Chip and Bizly just smiling, IS IT CHIP??

- “Actual psychopath interactions” yeah that sums up aster and gill

- OH?? People from their backstory’s in the audience!

- “How many chips in the audience? Just one” “ok didn’t know what type of hell this was”

- “Is Connor in the audience?” “No he’s dead, you can see his bofa shirt under the pile of rats staring at you” “I set the audience on fire”

- “…..the wet thorny people?? I’m still working on a team name” ok gill

- “We’re all banging and Aster” please??

- Oh these questions are starting out Rough

- Gillion just believing he’s in hell is actually so sad, he’s just Given up

- “Aster, do you wish you had more screen time?” “In this??” “In general” OH MY GOD????? BIZLY

- ASTER AND GILL TRYING TO PERSUADE BY ACTING CUTE PLEASE??

- I miss Aster :( she’s amazing Mythborne come back pleaseeee

- He’s just putting the roomba in the briefcase??? GILL PLEASE

- “‘I love big prizes’ and she slams big” ASTER, god they’re probably building a monster to fight and Aster is building a big fast dumb and ugly?? creature

- “Oh my god did we just create Jesus Christ??” VYNCENT PLEASE

- LETS GO ASTER!! THAT TRANSFORMATION IS SO COOL

- “Up next will be this creature” “oh no!” Charlie has such bad luck with this

- Aster is cracked she’s so cool

- :((((((( I miss Gillion :((((

- Gill and Vyncent debating the trolly problem mid fight is So them I love it

- 16 out of 40??????? Vyncent oh no

- HOLD PERSON LETS GOOOOOO ASTER

- The flavor of all of their attacks is amazing

- The JRWI theme coming in for this team attack is PERFECT!!!!! I love this podcast so much :)

- The glitching…….bebo what’s that about

- :(( “see you in 5” they’re not seeing each other again but I love their friendship so much

- This goodbye is gonna make me cry??? I love it so much, it’s just so sweet, that trio is amazing and I love how immediately they were friends with each other

- “Thanks for playing” BIZLY IM GONNA CRY

- This was so sweet and amazing

- VYNCENT :(((((( AND TIDE IS HELPING WITH HIS HOMEWORK

- this was so so so sweet

- every pc in the campaigns is the epitome of “do you think we’re friends in every universe?” “I’d like to think so” because they are, they’re always going to be friends no matter what universe they’re in and who they are

- PLEASE MORE WHAT IFS WITH A MISMATCHED PARTY THIS WAS AMAZING!! :)!!!!

[the-moth-from-elsewhere]

So, You Want to Try RolePlaying.

I’ve been doing RP and co-op writing for years, but have only about a month of experience doing it with complete strangers. So, here’s my advice, some warnings, and probably some random jokes.

First, who are you doing this with? Your friends? Strangers you want to get to know/write with? Your internet acquaintances? Because that’s gonna affect things.

My first and most important warning is this: don’t expect full control, especially not with strangers/people you don’t know personally.

Don’t expect anything, really. You’re taking a risk, and you may end up having to deal with discomfort. Morals, ethics, beliefs, preferences, triggers, even basic likes and dislikes may be very different between you and those you are writing with, so be prepared for that. My best example of this is that I tend to curse much less than those I RP with on tumblr.

My advice? Don’t be surprised, don’t get offended. If you’re uncomfortable, maybe just remove yourself from that scene. You cannot, and should absolutely not, try to control these things. If you’re very very uncomfortable, and it’s an objective thing, that’s when you should ask for changes. For example, if this isn’t supposed to be NSFW/Suggestive, and someone’s really pushing/has crossed that line, going against explicitly stated and agreed upon guidelines and rules, THAT’S when you say something/explicitly ask for them to stop. Exercise basic respect to everyone, agreement with you or not.

I’m an absolute control freak sometimes, so I honestly struggle with “I don’t like this plot” discomfort sometimes, to the point of occasionally feeling physically sickened when something feels out of control. A recent bout of this problem is what made me want to write this. My personal way of dealing with this is making my characters OCs FIRST. Dusk, Northeast, even Kit are all from their own original thing somewhere, that this all isn’t really canon to. While they were made for this specifically, that doesn’t mean they still aren’t my characters and I cannot have them also canonically exist in their own bubble where I have control. It’s strange, but it’s my own personal tactic. If you want, I could probably tell you about this “oc AU”, but most people are probably just here for advice. So onward.

Secondly? Don’t be confusing unless you know you can get away with it hoo boy here we go

I accidentally maybe introduced Puella Magi Madoka Magica into a TADC RP I’m in, and while it did end up crossover-ing decently well, it was really rocky, especially because nobody else had heard of Madoka and if you know anything about PMMM it’s that the lore is freaking WILD. So if you want to try something like that, be slow about it. It was about the only thing I got right.

I mentioned the mechanics, then made a character show up who uses those mechanics, then I introduced Kyubey, a way to spread those mechanics, and then and only then did other characters get to use the full potential of these mechanics/lore. Like I mentioned, it was incredibly rocky, but it worked. So do better than me, I beg.

Third of all. Try to figure out the overall tone before writing. If this is a serious piece of literature where things need to be set up properly, ACT LIKE IT! PLAN! SCHEME!

If this is a no-logic insanity mess where everything is surrealist metaphor, ACT. LIKE. IT. PLAN METAPHORS! BLAST PERTINENT MUSIC! HECK YEAH!

If this is 8-15 teenagers writing a TADC AU full of comedy, drama, ocs, and “whatever seems fun”, FREAKING GO FOR IT, BE DRAMATIC, JUST KEEP THINGS BASICALLY LOGICAL AND MAKE SENSE AND YOU’RE GOOD!

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…Yeah that’s it for now see y’all

[acefaun]

Personally~

Let me just go through my reasons why so no one harasses future-me:

Ichthys~ He’s the only reason I want to be awake at 3 in the morning. If I’m going to McDonalds, it’s gonna be with him so we can be some goofs together.

Krioff~ He’d probably spontaneously combust if I gave him a smooch and I’m here to see that happen. Then I’d probably be apologizing to the other gods for being the reason the living rooms on fire.

Scorpio~ I love him so much and I low key want to piss him off. If he doesn’t death glare me every now and then then what’s the point of existing? Kicking him down the stairs is a power move. I’m asserting dominance.

Leon~ Scorpio’s gonna try and kill me for kicking him down the stairs. Leo’s the only one I can trust with my life at this point!!

Tauxolouve~ Someone has to protect Lou from all of you. Crazy. *shiver* Lou’s found himself quite a fan base. (Ignoring the fact that Lou’s the reason I started playing SCM)

Zyglavis~ I have it out for the Minister and Vice Minister of Punishments. If I can tease Zyglavis to the point of getting lectured, I'll feel accomplished. Again, this is another reason I trust Leo with my life. He won't let these Punishments fools lay a hand on me!

Karno~ He seems like just the guy I would want to spill my feelings to without being brutally judged or receive a sarcastic remark. He's therapist material. The best part is that I could vent to him about another god without him spilling any tea. Plus, he'd probably give me cookies or something while he listens to me.

Dui~ Listen, I'm a Gemini, Dui's a Gemini. We were made to be besties for resties. Dui is my everything. Heck, we're even soulmates! Two peas in a pod.

Huedhaut~ We would make great roommates. He's quiet, I'm quiet. He likes to read, I like to write. Not to mention... A roommate that can make drinks? I want to try all of his creations, even if just out of morbid curiosity. Besides, he would take care of me if our taste-testing went too far.

Partheno~ I don't have anything against Partheno, but I have things against Partheno. I don't want to be that close to someone who's pretty all the time. I have low self esteem, Partheno!! No, I don't want him dolling me up to make me feel better. That's gonna make me feel worse. I don't want him around if he's not here for emotional support.

Aigonorus~ I'm soft, I like soft things, Aigo is soft and also likes soft things. Who ELSE would you wanna cuddle with? Aigo's literally made for cuddling. Sleepy cuddles is his livelihood. No explanation needed.

Teorus~ He's one of the three stooges. We're gonna have a blast singing! Even if he's not a fan of it, if I call it a date then he's showing up regardless. I hope Ichthys and Dui join us too! I want my dumbass trio to karaoke human songs with me!