#and i got the fluffy rat boy hair

[auto-lysis]

i wanna look like a rat/mouse

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Bad Day (Matt)

Request: I NEEED A MATT FIC He had a bad day or sum and reader knows anyways he's in the shower and reader comes in with a like "I'm here" and he's like "in here" and she gets in the shower w him and presses against him from behind and like jerks him from behind and he's just like soft and sweet and a lil subby just whining

Warnings: Soft, no actually sex, sub Matt, shower, jerking off, needy Matt, super fluffy, comfort

AN: Super short little blurb

Y/n’s Pov

I was out doing meetings and stuff all day, but that didn’t stop me from responding to my boyfriend’s texts when he told me he was having a bad day. Matt had told me things just kept going wrong today and he was stressed out so I told him to meet me at my apartment because I’d be home soon.

After an hour or so, I finally got home but didn’t see Matt, I knew he was here though because his shoes were in the living room. “Matt, I’m home. Where are you?” I called out into my one bedroom apartment. “I’m here, in the shower.” He called back out to me, sounding a bit down as I started walking towards the bathroom.

“Can I join you, baby?” “Yeah, I just got in.” I joined Matt in the shower and we washed our hair/bodies but before Matt could turn off the water, I wrapped my arms around him from behind. I started to kiss his shoulder, feeling him relax into my touch as I pressed my body against him.

“You’ve had a hard day, let me make you feel good?” I asked, already knowing Matt would say yes, “Please Y/n/n?” he whimpered. I angled myself so I was still behind him but not to the right side as I started leaving ghostly touches across his cock.

Matt whined and threw his arm over my shoulders, “Please touch me.” he desperately begged. Without saying a word, I wrapped my hand around his cock and started giving it long, slow strokes before slightly speeding up.

His moans were so whiny and perfect as I continued touching him, running my thumb over his tip. “Feel good Matty? You’re being such a good boy for me.” I praised him once I knew he was getting close.

My pace quickened as Matt started bucking his hips into my hand, “Y/n… ‘m gonna cum!” he whimpered before letting out a loud moan as he came all over my hand. I quickly rinsed it off before turning Matt around and giving him a soft kiss as I turned off the water.

Once we had dried off and gotten changed, we headed to my room to lay down and cuddle. “Do you feel any better?” I asked Matt while playing with his hair. “So much better, thank you. I love you!” “I love you too!” I replied. We continued to cuddle until we had both fallen into a peaceful sleep.

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[trendywaifus]

cw: fem! reader, reader works for pubsec, slightly suggestive but it’s just fluff, mentions of one night stands, i swear it’s mutual

—can’t quit you, you’re like drugs !

you rouse from your slumber, lazily moving a hand over your eyes to block out the early sun from getting into them as warm shades of yellow pour through the slightly opened blinds. a soft yawn leaves your lips and you turn to your side, subconsciously stretching your arm out for a certain woman who spent one of many nights with you. once feeling the warm, empty space beside you, you sighed with defeat. what did you expect? that woman always sneaks off and leave before daybreak. you don’t really expect her to stay and it wasn’t like you were in a romantic relationship with the criminology consultant. your interactions with her is purely sexual and full of one night stands.

were you satisfied with that? not really. her touch still tingles on your skin, leaving behind an invisible print that’s starting to find its way under your skin and seep into your bones, softening them. the sweet promises and honeyed words she’d whispered into your ear still stays in your mind, floating around like a cloud. “ don’t tell me i. .” you don’t finish your sentence and ran a hand through your tousled locks.

“ oh, i didn’t expect you to be awake this early, pretty. “ a saccharine voice giggles as the rat thiren saunters into your bedroom, wearing one of your cotton white robes that loosely hugs her well-endowed figure. her fluffy, saber hair is beautifully messy. her feline teal eyes softens with amusement at the puzzled look on your face.

“ well jane, i usually get up around this time. but i didn’t expect you to be, well— “

jane finishes your sentence smoothly as she walks over to the bed and sits down on the soft mattress,“ here? usually i get called a little early than this but, the timing seems to be different this morning. “

“ i can see that. “ you mutter, “ but why are you still here? “

she chuckles, grabbing her compact vanity mirror to check herself out. she uses the mirror to fix her bed head, smoothening out the wild strands with her hand.“ i just told you, silly girl. what, you don’t want me here? aww, i’m hurt. “ you can’t tell if she’s offended or not but you fall for it anyways.

you stammer, “ i-i do—that’s not what i meant! i mean regardless if they haven’t called you for a new case to operate on yet, i’m saying why are you still here with me? i assume you have things to do and you seem to be a very busy woman. “

jane titters, closing her compact vanity mirror and places it on the nightstand. “ i’m not as busy as you might think, “ there’s a fond glint in her eyes as she lays down with you, propped up on her side. her long tail sways in a relaxed manner while she speaks honestly, “ i’m just a woman who does side jobs. when you call, i beckon. “

“ yeah, at night. “

she merely smiles, resting her cheek against her palm while her hand reach out to brush the strands of hair away from your eyes. her gesture was affectionate and gentle, inducing a warm feeling inside your belly. “ it doesn’t always have to be that way, darling. things doesn’t have to be strictly sex. truthfully, i want more but i’m just being patient due to our demanding work field. “

you fall silent, processing her words. your gaze pools into hers, searching for any signs of deceit. jane doesn’t shy away from your skeptical gaze, instead, she challenges it. her lips spreads wider, her upper, subtle rat-like incisor teeth peeking through her easy smile. after a few moments of staring, you finally broke the eye contact with a shy expression marinating on your face. at least you know you’re not the only one who got attached.

“ . . .i also wa—“

a melodic ringtone from your phone abruptly cuts you off. you sigh with annoyance, reaching over to grab your phone from the nightstand on your side. “ it’s seth. “ you grumble, (e/c) eyes glossing over the caller id.

“ oh, that cat boy? i met him during my last case, he’s quite. . “

“ the naive hero boy. i know, that boy’s my partner. give me a moment jane.”

you answer the call, bringing the device to your ear. “ hey kiddo, you need something? “ you ask sweetly, ignoring jane’s fingers idly playing with your free hand.

“ uh, good morning (name)! i don’t mean to bother you but captain zhu yuan is requesting your presence for an emergency meeting she’s holding in two hours. “

huh? “ emergency meeting in two hours? ugh, does that woman know i’m off today? what’s it about, seth? “ you groan.

“ w-well, it’s about the new missing person cases that’s been increasing recently. there’s been a report of a group of college students going missing around the metro station just last night. there’s also been a immediate search party team sent out to look for them all over the area and around the city but nothing came out of it! “

your eyes widen in shock. jane, who can hear your conversation, hums in surprise.

“ that’s ridiculous! and nobody found them? i’ll be over there in an hour, don’t worry. i’ll see everyone when i get there, yeah bye. “ you ended the call with a heavy sigh.

“ that’s quite the emergency you got there. I heard about those cases in my department, it seems to have gotten worse in just under a week. “ jane notes with concern in her voice, watching as you sat up against the headboard, hugging the covers over your chest.

“ i’m sorry jane, it seems like i’m the one that has to be leaving early. we can continue our previous conversation sometime tonight or after the meeting. “ you cast her an apologetic look, reaching out to grab her hand and squeezed it. she shakes her head, bringing your hand up to her lips and kissed one of your knuckles. “ it’s fine, i’m actually expecting an agent to call me about it too. “

you shake your head with disapproval. “ wh-what? they shouldn’t be hiring consultants when people are going missing! we don’t even know who’s causing this—that’s like using you as bait! when seth explained me to what that razor guy had done to you a few days ago after the operation, i honestly was ready to lose my position over you. ”

jane blinks in shock, taken back by how much you truly care about her. her ears flutter, siren green eyes turning almost doe eyed. the earnest look in your eyes reminded her of seth when he stood up for her against razor. was everyone in the criminal investigation response team so honest? she recovers, chuckling at your confession.

“ you really are a sweetheart. you actually do care about me, huh? “ she tease with a mischievous smirk, you roll your eyes.

“ of course i do, i don’t just have consistent sex with someone i don’t care about, jane. “

“ is that so? maybe i should of figured that out a lot sooner when you’d always want me to kiss you after i ate—“

you abruptly cut her off, “ please woman. i’m trying to be serious here. anyways, “ you gently free your hand from hers and cradle her cheek with your palm. the rat thiren instinctively lean into your tender touch, soft turquoise hues staring into your own. “ if you feel like you’re in any danger that you can’t get out of, don’t hesitate to contact me personally at any time. if you can’t contact me, i’ll find you myself. i know that you’re amazingly strong and you can hold your own but that doesn’t mean i don’t want to prevent the chances of you getting hurt if i can. i can’t stand someone i love risk their life, that’s why i became an officer. “

you seal your words off by placing a passionate kiss on her plump lips. jane immediately kiss back with just as much ardor. you feel a smile press against your lips but you don’t pull away—you don’t pull away until your lungs are screaming for oxygen. finally, you break the kiss and rest your forehead against hers. jane whispers her promise back to you,“ and if you need me, i’ll be there for you too. even if we’re in different divisions and departments, i have my ways of coming out of the shadows to help you even when you at least expect it. “

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 25

part 1 | part 24 | ao3

cw: throwing up, recreational alcohol & drug use

“Well, thank fuck I didn’t wear the Reeboks,” Eddie laughs.

Steve groans 'Jesus,' because he doesn't know what else there is to say to that. Eddie came out of nowhere. Materialized like some kind of freaky wizard. And that would— that would be on brand, wouldn’t it?

Eddie the magician. Eddie the shapeshifter.

Maybe Eddie is Misty? Would explain why she left him all those dead rats when he first—

“Oh, fuck.” His stomach rolls at the thought, a hot-cold-nasty-sick shiver down his spine, and he bends forward to retch again. Hits the grass this time at least, right between Eddie’s boots; groans and spits drool into the dirt. Eddie smooths a hand between his shoulder blades, which is nice, even if everything else about this totally blows.

“Godddd,” he moans when the dry heaving stops. He lifts his head to apologize and nearly tips himself into the mess he just made.

“Whoa, whoa whoa, hey; easy,” Eddie shushes, steadying him with both hands. Warm palms against his biceps; firm grip.

“S’nice.”

“Yeah?” Eddie grins, private and soft. "Alright, arms up."

"Mmh?"

"Up! Come on, sweetheart, up you get." He loops Steve’s arms around his neck, wearing him like a cape. Steve giggles into his fluffy curls, nuzzles his nose into them because they're warm and Eddie smells nice, and time does that weird drunk thing where Steve slow blinks and suddenly they're a hundred yards away.

Edge of the creek, downstream from the falls where the water’s just a thin squiggle cut through smooth, mossy stone. Eddie's got Steve facedown across his lap, gathering up his hair and making a headband with his hands, and he's apologizing in advance for Steve-doesn't-know-what.

"Big breath," Eddie warns him, and then he dips Steve's face in the icy stream like he's battering fried chicken in a goddamn egg wash. Two quick dunks, the cold ripping through Steve's nerves; it's all finger-licking fucked.

"What the hell?!" Steve splutters when Eddie lifts him up, rolls him onto his back and smiles down at him.

"Mornin', sunshine!"

"Jesus Christ!"

Eddie's laughing at him hard. "Sorry, big boy. Had to wake you up somehow."

He brushes Steve's bangs off his face, and Steve pants up at him, wide awake now. Trembling. In the dark, Eddie's eyes look nearly black. Two inkpots full of moonlight.

“'M awake," Steve mumbles to distract himself from the sudden kick-throb behind his ribs. "Sorry I barfed on your shoes."

“Ah, comes with the territory.” Eddie kicks his legs out, rinsing the toes of his boots off in the stream. “Drug dealer, remember? Seen a lot worse than this at parties, sweetheart, I can promise you that."

Steve blinks at him. Still feels syrupy and slow like he's wading through mud. Sweetheart. The word's a fog machine in his mind. Hazy warmth; candy clouds. "If... If you're a drug dealer, then... should've woken me up with drugs."

"Oh?"

"Mhmm. Jus' rude not to, really."

Eddie's lips quirk. His eyes are soft, his fingers combing through Steve's hair, and Steve's head is still in his lap, even though it probably shouldn't be. "If you want coke..." he murmurs, his voice a low, fond rumble, "you can just ask for it."

"Yeah?"

"Sure, Stevie."

Steve watches with rapt attention as Eddie reaches into his jacket, pulls out a little baggie and holds it up in question. Steve gulps; nods.

Fuck yeah. He hasn't had coke in forever.

Eddie pours the smallest amount onto the back of one hand, licks the thumb of his other and presses it into the pile, coating it in white powder. He brings it up to Steve's mouth and rests it right against his lip — barest hint of pressure; not hovering, not pushing in. "Well, go on," he smirks.

Steve makes a questioning sound that comes out like a whine, a high, nasal thing in the back of his throat. His cock stirs in his jeans.

"Ask me," Eddie whispers.

"Can I have it?" Steve asks. He can feel Eddie's thumb against his lips as he speaks; has to stop himself from flicking out his tongue to get a taste. "Please?"

"Fuck," Eddie hisses between his teeth. "Yeah, baby." He presses into the meat of Steve's bottom lip; drags it down, exposes skin that's wet and warm. Dances over it with the pad of his thumb — the inside of Steve's lip, his gums, his tongue.

There's no mistaking the sound Steve makes for anything but a moan, throaty and deep as he sucks Eddie's thumb deeper into his mouth; hollows his cheeks, makes Eddie gasp. Makes him twitch his hips up under Steve, and it's good, and Steve feels like there are live wires where his veins used to be, the rush of the coke and Eddie's hands and Eddie's noises in his good ear, and—

"Hey!" someone shouts across the field. Eddie moves like he's been shot at, flinching away from Steve entirely, a hand pressed over his lap as he turns to see who's coming.

Steve lifts his head to look. His mouth is buzzing, lips full and flushed like he's been kissing someone. Kissing Eddie. God, he wants to. Wants to hike him up the falls, shove him hard against a tree.

But he can't. Because Jason Carver's here now.

Great.

—

part 26

gonna do the tag lists in separate reblogs from now on (with the tag "#trailer park steve au taglist" if you'd like to filter that content), comment and let me know if you want me to add you tomorrow (21+ only, please confirm your age if you're asking to be tagged)

[jae-bummer]

GG

Request: can i get wonwoo and #20 please? (fluffy haired online gamer boy)

Prompt:

20) You and your bias have become online friends who have never seen each other...until the day you decide to meet.

Pairing: Seventeen Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"WannaWoo," you sang into your mic. "What inspired your gamer tag?"

"It's because my name is Wonwoo," his deep voice said matter-of-factly. "You know that."

"No shit," you laughed. "But why not something else?"

"Why is yours KillerQuiche?" he mused.

"Because it was an autogenerated recommendation and I was thirteen," you grinned. "And at the time, I may or may not have misunderstood what a quiche was."

"And you've just stuck with it? All of this time?"

"Brand continuity. And it gives me ample opportunity to say, "Unleash the KillerQuiche,"" you laughed. "You have to admit, it gets our opponents pretty nervous."

"Or excited because they think they're about to win against a pair of thirteen-year-olds," he hummed.

"And then we devastate them," you chimed. "Because we make a great team!"

"More like give them a false sense of security," he chuckled. "But I suppose we make a pretty alright team."

"Be careful," you grinned. "That sounded dangerously close to a compliment."

"I compliment you all the time!" he gasped.

"Saying "good game" when we win hardly counts as a compliment," you argued.

""Good" is a positive descriptor," he muttered. "It totally counts."

"Fine," you sighed. "I'll allow it."

This wasn't the first time you had gone fishing for actual praise. Something like "Gosh, Y/N! You're so smart" or "Y/N, I know I'm Facetiming you at 2AM, but you look ravishing." Hell, you'd even settle for some variation of "Congratulations, you don't look like a rat today." To say you were thirsty for your friend's attention was an understatement. There had been a drought since the moment you had "met".

You had been long distance friends with Wonwoo for years and he hadn't realized that you were completely in love with him, despite your best efforts. Any attempts at flirting were just that, attempts. The one time you thought he was coming on to you, he was actually sweet talking a locked chest he was trying to open in a game.

At one point, you had considered that maybe he realized how you felt and was keeping you at arm's length to avoid an awkward let down. After you got to really know him though, you quickly understood that he was just reserved and in his head about things that did not concern you. Understanding emotions was not his strong suit, so picking up on them was nearly impossible. That's why he thrived in his digital persona. The worlds the two of you created and navigated were logical and safe. Things were risky when he became friends with you outside of the internet.

"Hey, Y/N?" Wonwoo's voice rumbled over the line. You had just entered the lobby of a game you often enjoyed playing together, so you assumed he was ready to strategize.

"Hmm?"

"Do you want to meet up?"

Furrowing your brow, you adjusted your headset to make sure you were hearing him clearly. "Like...have a designated time we do a video call or something?"

"No," he continued earnestly. "Like meet up."

"I'm sorry, I must be lagging," you said quietly. "We do not live in the same area, Wonwoo."

"Astute observation," he hummed, the tone giving away that he was clearly amused. "I've heard of this incredible invention. You see, it's this giant metal contraption that people actually get inside! And the technology it uses-"

"While I have no earthly idea how an airplane actually works, I don't need you to explain it to me," you rushed out. "Are you saying you want to meet in person?"

"No, I'm saying we should designate a time we do a video call or something."

"Wonwoo!" you whined. You felt like you were having an out of body experience. This was a request you never saw coming.

The man across the line erupted in laughter. You stared blankly at the screen, completely disregarding the cue to jump from the virtual plane and onto the map.

"Is this a joke? If this is a joke, I'm going to be really upset with you."

"It's not a joke!" he sighed. "I've wanted to meet you in person for a while. I hope you feel the same way about me."

"Of course I do!" you gasped. You hoped the "I've probably wanted this longer and more fervently than you" was implied by your tone.

"I was thinking I could come to you," he proposed. "I don't feel comfortable with making you travel so far by yourself."

"I'm more than capable-"

"I did not say you weren't," he cut in. "It's other people I'm worried about."

You felt your heart do a little spin. You weren't used to hearing him be protective. "Okay," you conceded. "But I won't have you pay for a hotel. You can stay in my guest room."

There was a short pause before Wonwoo cleared his throat. "I appreciate that."

Well, that was odd.

"Unless I"m totally overstepping," you added. "If you don't feel comfortable-"

"It sounds great, Y/N," he said much more confidently this time. "Now let's talk logistics."

After refusing to coordinate a plan while he continued to play video games (even when he argued how excellent he was at multitasking), the two of you finally worked out a schedule. In a month's time, he would get on a plane and end up in the same city as you. You'd pick him up, he'd sleep at your apartment, and hijinks would ensue.

As you told him goodnight and logged off for the evening, it felt like you were floating on air. In your wildest dreams, you would have never imagined that Wonwoo would be the one to propose meeting in person. You had thought about it dozens of times, but never wanted him to feel pressured. Plopping onto your bed, you stared up at the ceiling and tried to imagine what it would be like. Attempting to picture his tall, broad frame navigating life beside you, sent your heart tumbling to your toes. The simple intricacies of life seemed to be so much more important when you factored him into the equation. This would either be the best week of your life or the most awkward.

Knowing Wonwoo, it would probably be a happy mixture of both.

..

You shifted nervously from foot to foot, your stomach tying and untying itself into knots. You weren't sure if you were going to pass out, or spontaneously combust. When Wonwoo had insisted that he fly hours to see you, you had welcomed the idea. Now you were lightheaded and questioning every decision you had ever made to get to this point.

"It'll be fine," you muttered to yourself as you readjusted the balloons you held from one hand to the other. "It's just Wonwoo."

It being "just" Wonwoo was exactly your problem. Wonwoo wasn't "just" anything. He was multitudes. In all of the years that you had known him, he had made you feel the gamut of emotions. He was the truest friend you could ever hope for and the most clueless crush to stumble into your heart.

Keeping a watchful eye on the door marked "Arrivals," you nearly stopped breathing as you saw a face you recognized. Easily a head taller than the people walking around him, he was wearing a bright yellow beanie (so you'd know it was him - as if you wouldn't be able to identify him in any universe). It took mere seconds of him looking around for his eyes to lock on yours, a close-lipped grin on his lips.

From there, it felt like your mind had entered an intensely realistic daydream. Hurrying his steps, Wonwoo strode over until he was standing only inches away. The open expression on his face definitely signaled that he was waiting for you to make the first move. Lifting his arms slightly he breathed. "I'm here."

"You're here!" you all but screeched as you launched toward him. Wrapping yourself around his torso, you were amazed with how he could smell so good after being in the air for multiple hours. You nuzzled your face into his oversized t-shirt and let out a contented sigh.

Smacking at the balloons you still held, he navigated around them to snake his long arms around you. Shimmying in closer, he rested his chin on the top of your head. "A moment that's been years in the making."

You were surprised as you felt a soft kiss on your scalp. Leaning away from him, you looked up with wide eyes. "Wonwoo?"

"I didn't realize I could actually miss someone I had never met," he chuckled, shaking his head. Pushing up his glasses, he stared down fondly at you. "Is it...is it okay if I kiss you?"

You couldn't stop your mouth from popping open in surprise. Would it look bad if you pinched yourself to make sure this wasn't in fact a stress-induced mental break?

Wonwoo furrowed his brow as he searched your face. "I just...I just thought...Did I read the moment wrong? Oh god, I did, didn't I?"

The reality of the situation crashed into you with surprising force. Stepping forward to wrap him in your arms again, you cautiously glanced up. The last thing you wanted him to think was that he had crossed a boundary and made you uncomfortable. "Sorry, no, you didn't read the moment wrong. I was just...surprised?"

"Surprised?" he asked, still clearly confused.

"Well, uh," you said quietly. "You've never really given me any indication that you were romantically interested?"

"What?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "What do you mean? Y/N, we've known each other since we were teenagers at this point. You're impossible not to fall in love with."

"...in, in love?" you croaked. This was all terribly new information.

"I had just assumed..." he said, growing smaller the more he talked. "I assumed we were...kind of...a couple?"

You continued to stare at him.

"You flirt with me all the time!" he offered. "And I flirt back!"

"In what world do you flirt back?" you laughed. Maybe you really were going through a mental break. Had he really known you had been flirting with him this entire time?

"I tease you," he muttered. "And I try to say sweet things, but every time I think I've come up with something good, it comes out wrong."

"I had no idea," you whispered. "But Wonwoo, I feel exactly the same."

"Oh," he huffed, now trying to process the whirlwind of information that had been exchanged. "Well, excellent!"

"Just...can you try to be a little more obvious with your attempts to romance me?" you laughed. Apparently, you had been the clueless one all along.

"I'm more than happy to try," he said, a cautious smile finding its way back to his lips. "I have your favorite compliment geared up and ready."

"Oh? And what's that?"

He prodded your cheek with his nose, closing his eyes as his forehead came to rest on your temple. "Good game, KillerQuiche."

[soup-of-the-daisies]

“Harry didn’t name any of his kids after Remus because he’s saving that option for Teddy!”

Wrong. Harry didn’t name any of his kids after Remus because it wasn’t personal enough.

James Sirius is named after his two fathers; Lily Luna is named after his mother and one of his and Ginny’s best friends. Albus Severus is named after two wizards who were incredibly influential for Harry’s development and safety (I have a HC on why on earth Harry decided to name his child after Dumbledore and Snape, but that’s a separate post entirely). None of his and Ginny’s kids are named after Remus, not (just) because they wished to save the name for Teddy, but because of Teddy.

Harry looks his orphaned godson in the eyes one day, a year or two after the Battle, and realises how fucked up it was that Remus, despite technically being able to, never visited him. He can’t imagine leaving Teddy all alone like that, in a family he might know doesn’t look favourably upon magic. There’s a chance that Lily may have told Remus about Petunia and Vernon and their bigotry, their hatred. And Remus, for some reason, didn’t come look.

Harry looks that little boy in the eyes and realises how weird it was that Remus didn’t admit to having been the best of friends with James Potter until late into Harry’s third year. Harry can’t fathom that, if Teddy was Ron and Hermione’s kid and both Ron and Hermione died, he’d be able to talk to the spitting image of Ron with Hermione’s eyes (but starved, intense, broken, thirteen years old and remembering his parents’ murders) and not say, “Your parents were my best friends. Let me tell you about them; let me tell you all that you want to know.”

Harry figures he’d move mountains to keep Teddy safe and happy. Harry figures that Sirius would’ve done the same, considering he mustered up the strength to break out of Azkaban after twelve years and swim to Britain to ensure Harry’s safety at the smallest sign of danger. Sirius lived in a cave and ate rats for Harry with dementors breathing down his back: Harry knows with utmost certainty that, if Sirius had had the freedom to do so, he would’ve burnt the country down for Harry.

Remus didn’t do that for him, wouldn’t have, be it for a lack of freedom or a lack of want. Remus was ‘Lupin’ to Harry even in death, even after being named godfather to his son. Harry had to convince thirty-seven year old Remus to stay with his pregnant wife at seventeen. Harry got blown into a wall for his efforts, was given the honour of becoming godfather months later. Harry liked Remus, still loves him even, but there’s nothing Harry wouldn’t do for Teddy and there was very little Remus did for Harry, and there’s that.

Later, Harry doesn’t even suggest naming a child after Remus. Ginny doesn’t even ask. None of their children are named after Remus, because Harry is a man who is quick to anger when it’s about innocents, a man whose forgiveness only goes so far. He’s never been truly bothered by his own situation, but he’s bothered by the mere idea of Teddy ending up in a similar one and him doing nothing.

Remus did nothing. That’s the crux of it. That’s why.

(After Lily Luna is born, Teddy asks if ‘Luna’ is for his dad. Harry looks at Ginny, and Ginny looks at him, and Harry does what Remus taught him: he swallows his apprehension and lies.

“Yes,” he says, raking his fingers through Teddy’s fluffy, turquoise hair. He thinks he’ll raze cities for this child. “But we saved ‘Remus’ for you.”)

[anticapitalistclown]

can I request some lookism boys reacting to reader sleeping with plushies?

You can choose the characters but please add james lee 🥺

I love your writings!

sure!

James Lee, Jake Kim, Gun and Taesoo Ma reacting to reader sleeping with plushies

James

The pink haired man was staring at your favorite plushie while he had you sitting in front of him, you invited him over and now you both were talking in your bed about your sleeping manias; you told him that you need that exact plushie he has been holding for a while to sleep and that you hug it every night.

A bit of jealousy flooded in James as he still had the plushie in his hands "I wanna rip his arm apart" he spitted, you jumped on him to rescue your plushie "don't hurt fluffy!" you cried. James looked at you astonished "fluffy" he repeated the name, fluffy was for James a rival now, a really powerful one.

Jake

You obligated Jake to take a rest, you were afraid his body will crumble after all he's been through, so you drag him to sleep in your bed.

"here you can sleep all you want, I'll make sure none annoys you", you pushed the man in your bed "so aggressive, we didn't even had a date gosh" he said jokingly "I would want you to meet my parents first" he continued "oh for real?" you pushed him in you bed again "nah, nevermind" he finally gave up and accommodated in your bed, his eyes inspecting your bedroom and you, who was placing a plushie in the bed with so much care, much more care than with him actually.

"a favorite plushie?" he broke the silence again, you knew that if you don't reply Jake will still keep talking and not sleeping "yeah, I can't sleep without mr. bubbles" you tossed the plushie to him "it's comforting to sleep with him" Jake grabbed the plushie "thanks for helping y/n sleep every night mr. bubbles".

Gun

"what's this? a rat?" Gun asked holding your plushie, you gave him an offended look "can't you see it's a bear?" you went to save your plushie from Gun failing at it "this thing is so ugly" he kept talking about your plushie "you ugly" you jumped on top of Gun trying to get buttons back "I need buttons to sleep" Gun raised his hand higher with buttons, you where trapped by his other arm "beg for it" he demanded "you really like to be begged you maniac" Gun's hold was stronger "please Gun" you gave up, the man was smiling at you "not enough" you whined "please don't get buttons away from me" once Gun noticed you were starting to get worried, that he gave you buttons back "so childish sleeping with a plushie" you hugged buttons, your body still under Gun's hold "thank you Gun" "whatever"

Taesoo

You were really excited, you reached that stage in the relationship where you can leave your stuff to your partner's house so you can stay with them as long as you need, your toothbrush, some clothes, meds where in Taesoo's place, even your most important object, your plushie, it was the one Taesoo got for you in a date, the first present actually and since then that you couldn't sleep any single night without it.

Taesoo joined bed a little more later, he hugged you from behind, always being the big spoon, his calloused hand roamed your body it was once he reached your arms that he felt something in between them, he took your plushie from you making you whine, Taesoo inspected the tiny brown bear, a smile in his face, it was the same one he got you when you where still getting to know each other, he actually got the plushie on a fight, after crashing someone's head against a claw machine minutes before going on a date with you.

You took your plushie from him "my taetae, I need him to sleep" Taesoo kissed your forehead, he was actually proud that you where so attached to the plushie he gave you.

[glossysoap]

Omg I was thinking about RTC again and it got angsty fast😭

I kept thinking about before Hydra, Y/n and the boys thinking about kids. Thinking about retirement to start raising a family of their own

But when Y/n is "killed" the boys feel sick thinking about a baby. Even seeing a woman with a baby out at the store makes them feel nauseous.

Then after they get y/n back, and shes back in their arms, they're catching themselves thinking about it again.

----

I imagine you three are in bed one early morning, and you're still fast asleep, but Simon and Johnny are content with just watching you. They find themselves imagining a baby sleeping on your chest. Would it have Simon's hair, and your eyes? Or Johnny's nose and your ears?

But just imagine the heartbreak they feel when you tell them about that procedure. How you can't have kids because of it. But its even worse for you, seeing the way their faces crumble, their shoulders sag, it makes your heart hurt

RAHHHHHHHH I’M SCREAMING AT MY PHONE

i NEED you to know that this scenario/concept has occupied my rat brain for SO long omg we’re on the SAME WAVELENGTH i’m telling ya.

now, i’m just doing little bullet points because i PROMISE i’ll be including this in the fic (or at the very least a long ass drabble, so fem/afab readers can read that while gn/male readers can choose to stick to the og fic that doesn’t have reproductive organs mentioned)

ready to comply masterlist here!

tags/warnings: talk of pregnancy/infertility/babies, black widow sterilizations, fluff then angst angst angst.

word count: 1.5k+

playlist:labour - paris paloma, the fruits - paris paloma.

revelations ; rtc verse

pre capture:

simon and johnny would’ve definitely dreamed and fantasized about having children with you. building a family with you.

they would go back and forth on who should be the father, although clearly they would be happy either way! but all in good fun, they would imagine a little boy with johnny’s fluffy hair (maybe trimmed into a mohawk to match his daddy’s) paired up with your eyes. or a little boy with your nose and hair paired up with simon’s dark brown eyes.

but what they hope for the most is a baby girl, a mirror image of their favorite person.

because they already love you so so much and your features and attributes already occupy their mind so much, they just melt at the thought of a little mini you running around.

they could just imagine your baby girl as a perfect mirror image of you. with your bright, joyful eyes and the giggly smile whenever she would laugh at johnny’s tickling and simon’s jokes.

the two boys make a tentative plan to retire in a few years time, after ensuring that there were other skilled soldiers to take their place. they would have had a large home be built for the three of you, with plenty of extra space for any babies. they would either decide on a cabin or a cottage, either one would be built on a nice plot of land. big enough for you to garden and grow produce, as well as your favorite flowers. the boys would tend to the land and make sure the grass doesn’t get overgrown. the land would also give plenty of space for any dogs to run around and tire themselves out. the boys would also make sure to have a hot tub or pool installed in the backyard, because they knew how you loved to swim — especially in the summer.

so that was their plan. building a perfect, cozy home for you and their future family. with every fixture and feature that you ever wanted, with the walls painted in any color.

they would just have to overcome their fears of confessing to you first.

of course, they never got that opportunity.

captured:

the second that they saw the footage of you “dying”, the hopes of raising children died with you.

every time a child was mentioned, a pit would form at the bottom of their stomachs. that could be them. that could be the three of you, with your little family. raising a perfect kid.

any time that someone on base would bring their baby to base, the boys couldn’t focus on anything. their hands would shake and their breath would get heavy. if they were doing target practice, their shots would miss the target. not by a lot, but enough for anyone to notice. enough for them to curse and reload their gun. if they were training, their defenses wouldn’t be as strong. their heads wouldn’t be in the game. they would just be thinking the entire time about that random private bouncing their newborn baby on their hip. god forbid the baby was a girl, too. if it was, all they could think about was that you should be bouncing a giggling baby girl on your hip. smiling down at your mini-you, even while you checked up on patients.

meanwhile, the very first time that you were unconscious at the HYDRA headquarters, those doctors had sliced through your lower abdomen and yanked out any of your reproductive organs. any fallopian tubes. anything that could be used to carry a child or give birth.

the 141 wouldn’t even know you were missing yet, and here you were — the ability to have children being stripped away.

back to the boys. whenever they were on a mission, those feelings would follow them.

i just imagine, the 141 being stationed in las almas. remember the scene where soap and ghost are driving with alejandro and rudy? and they see the kids being sold balloons by the cartel members who were holding guns?

aside from being disgusted in general by cartel members preying on kids, they were also disgusted because those kids could be their kids. their kids with you.

they would feel so nauseous. their hands would be clammy and their breath would be heavy, panting.

whenever they saw those kids, they couldn’t help but imagine them with your features. with your eyes and your nose and ears. with your hair and your smile. they imagined them as a mini-you.

that thought just about made them jump out of the vehicle as it was moving, and shield those kids from the cartel. they would gently push the kids behind their hulking forms so they would be safe from drugs and assault rifles.

post hydra:

okay, so pretty quickly after you were recovered back to 141, the thought of having a family with you had returned to them — despite their best efforts.

you might not even remember everything yet. hell, you might not remember anything yet.

all you do know is these people are familiar. you get flashes and fragments of memories that are filled with the 141, especially simon and johnny.

in the flashes of memories, you see a man’s blue eyes look at you with joy and yearning. his eyes would crinkle at the edges as he would smile or laugh. lord, his laugh. it was comforting. it was loud and warm and all consuming. it was such a harsh contrast from all of the sick cackling that would echo throughout the bunker, from all of the handlers and other subjects that would revel in your pain. his laugh was right. it was home.

the flashes of memories you had for simon were more… conflicting. the flashes would be straight from the bunker, when you were getting manhandled during training or taking flat-out beatings for punishment. you would remember all of the times that your back would get thrown across your handlers knee. you would remember the nauseating crack that would send chills down your back, and it would still make you recoil when you hear it in your mind. you would remember getting thrown into walls and crumbling the drywall, or getting thrown into mirrors and the shards of glass getting embedded in your back.

how does simon tie into that, you ask? your memories would begin to splice together, some in the wrong order or with the wrong details. in those memories of you getting beaten, you wouldn’t see your handler or some hydra soldier. no, you would see a hulking man wearing all black military gear — sporting a united kingdom patch and a skull mask.

so with every hit or punch, every throw or crack, you would see the same man that claims he knew you before you were captured. the man who called himself “ghost” or “lieutenant” would be the hydra soldier throwing the punches. he would be the one breaking your bones.

because of this, your breath would hitch and your posture would straighten as soon as he came into your sights. your mind and body would go into fight or flight mode.

of course, sooner or later, your memories became clear and untangled. they were in the right order and they included all of the correct details.

you would still have walls up after you remembered everything, but you wouldn’t be skeptical of them anymore.

when you’re actually with simon and johnny, it’s.. definitely an adjustment. it would be one thing if you were with them before you’re capture but you never even got to start with that! you had to start with being in a relationship with them after you had already been tortured, brainwashed and amputated. you had also already had a forced hysterectomy..

which leads to the problem at hand.

you would spend each and every day at the base with a pit at the bottom of your stomach. you would be guilt ridden. guilty about all the people you killed, all the people you hurt. every young black widow you murdered in order to spare them from the abuse of cruel handlers. you would feel guilty because you knew how much simon and johnny wanted a family — how much they wanted kids. and you knew that you could never give them that. literally, you could never give them that.

when you heard them whispering to each other, gushing, about, “how adorable your child would look!” or “I wonder if they would have her eyes!”, you shut down.

you added another insecurity to your already growing list. another reason to numbly stare at yourself in the mirror and hate what you see.

you shut down. and no one noticed.

for months you would put on a façade of still having a uterus. you would pretend to wince from cramps, even going so far as to clutch your stomach in pain. you would get some menstrual products from the medical station and pocket them in your duffel bag as proof that you “had periods”.

while you kept up this façade in order to make your boys happy, simon and johnny would find themselves imagining you swollen and glowing with their baby. they would imagine the joy written on your face when you read the positive pregnancy test. they would imagine you sprinting into their arms, laughing into their necks as they wrapped their arms around you. always careful not to squeeze you too tight. they would imagine your bump growing gradually, week by week, taking pictures of it every time. simon and johnny would always have one hand on your baby bump in those pictures. they would imagine themselves holding your hair up for you while you threw up into a bowl, rubbing your back to comfort you. they would imagine shushing and cooing to you while you experienced the sickness, to make sure you knew you weren’t alone. they would imagine your ankles and feet growing swollen over the trimesters, and they could just imagine themselves rubbing your feet while you laid on the couch and watched television, your hands resting on your baby bump. they would imagine preparing for the baby and they could feel their hearts filling with warmth as they imagined it. they would design a nursery in the home they bought, filled with stuffed animals and children’s books. they would paint the walls in a pastel color, a nice soft sage green that wasn’t too boyish or too girly. it would be just right. they would buy a white wooden bassinet and they would sit down in that room and build it with such care. they would purchase the most comfortable baby mattress and pair it with hypoallergenic sheets and baby blankets, both with cute prints and designs. one blanket would have cute little giraffes and tigers and lions, while another blanket would have cute puppies and kittens, with bows and pink details. finally, they would imagine you giving birth. of course, they would have been heavily prepared for the hospital trip. they would have multiple duffel bags packed and sitting right next to your shared bed, packed with all the necessities — chargers, headphones, blankets, spare clothes and more. they would claim each side of your hospital bed, simon on one side and johnny on the other. both sitting in those uncomfortable chairs but never uttering a complaint because it wasn’t important, and frankly their own comfort never would’ve even crossed their mind. not when you were having contractions every minute after enduring labor for almost twenty hours. they would be holding your hands so so tight, and letting you squeeze their even tighter. they would already feel bruises and sprains forming because of your super strength, but that was a small price to pay for the life you were bringing into the world. they would murmur comforting words and encouragement into your ears, leaning into you as you pushed and pushed. they would use their free hand to wipe away any sweat or hair that might have clung to your face. they would pepper sweet, thankful kisses to your face over and over — so grateful to you for enduring such pain and exhaustion. then, they would finally imagine the moment where the babies cry would echo throughout the hospital room.

their fantasies would soon be dashed away when they find out the truth.

they found out when you and the task force were packing up for a mission that would be spanning a whole month. you were done packing up when laswell had approached you in the locker room where everyone was packing, and she was carrying a grocery bag with her. she made a beeline for you and when you asked what she needed, she held out the grocery bag for you to take. you peeked inside. it was full of pads and tampons. she had brought them for you to pack for the mission, because she didn’t know about your procedure either.

so, because you thought everyone else was too preoccupied with packing to watch or listen to your conversation, you waved her and the bag off.

her brows crinkled in confusion before shooting up in excitement. “oh my god - are you..?” she trailed off, gesturing to simon and johnny, who were still putting their gear on.

you let out a bitter laugh at the sheer irony. “oh god, no.” it was laughable at this point.

“so don’t you need replacements of your other products?” she insisted.

you sighed. “no, i won’t be needing them.”

“you won’t be needing them now.. or?”

“ever? yeah. i won’t be needing them ever.” you grabbed your duffel bag and walked out of the locker room. she paused for a moment and then her face froze in realization.

what you didn’t know is that your two boyfriends had just caught the last minute of your conversation, where you admitted to never needing menstrual products.

and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together on the reason why.

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[ghostshipernr1]

In my opinion, ghouls are a kind of hybrids of different animals, they retain their features, such as wings, tail, horns, as well as some behaviors: purring, chirping.

it looks like this:

Swiss - Tasmanian devil

He definitely inherited his wild and chaotic nature from this animal. He has strong fangs and sharp claws. It's hard to deal with during the day, but at night? Good luck. At night, hes hunting instincts are active thanks to its extraordinary sense of smell and well-adapted eyesight.

Cirrus - raven

At first glance, it's easy to guess what animal she's related to by looking at the large pair of black wings on her back. If you don't even guess? Just wear something shiny, like a silver ring or necklace, and you'll be able to see her looking at you all day long. It's very likely that at some point she won't be able to take it anymore and when you look the other way she will try to steal it from you. (Most often with positive results) (Seriously, how does she even do that?)

Mountain - St. Bernard

Personally, I believe that every earth ghoul is in some way related to a specific breed of dog. Just like his dog side, he is reflected in features such as loyalty, friendliness and great patience. Everyone wonders how he always seems so calm and collected even when Swiss, Phantom and Dew are bothering him and guess what? Even he doesn't know that.

Although everyone knows one thing, if you ever hurt someone in his pack, there is no place to hide. And when he finds you? Well, no one knows because no one has lived to tell about it yet.

Yup he's a really good boy

Rain - otter

A fluffy ball in the middle of the lake, that's how you can describe our water ghoul. But don't let appearances fool you, sometimes it can be a real nuisance, like when he accidentally lost his favorite stone and didn't want to leave the lake area until he got it back (after an hour and a half search involving at least 20 people, it turned out that the stone was still was in his pocket) (oopsie:3).

Once Dew played him a documentary about Giant River Otters and he had to sleep with him for a week because he had nightmares (not nice Dew)

Phantom - bat

As anyone would expect, our little gothic boy is most closely associated with bats. For this reason, it is impossible to miss a large pair of (as he calls it) "vampire" wings on his back.

Every year, the ministry holds a Halloween competition for the best costume. Every year since his call, his elaborate costumes have won at least the podium.

Aurora - opossum

I know, I know, what does Aurora opossum sound like? Would such a sweet little ghoulette be an ugly half-rat from the trash? Now go to Cumulus or Mountain and say the exact same words and see what happens.

Immediately after visiting earth, Aurora had problems with self-esteem, which was not helped by her bald rat tail and gray, nondescript fur. The rest of the ghoulettes noticed this immediately and decided to change it. For a good week, none of them left Cirrus's room until Sunshine called an urgent meeting in the living room where, together with the rest, they presented the new face of Aurora. The previously bald tail is now covered in colorful ribbons, just like her beautifull hair, small claws covered with red nail polish, all the makeup well matched to her complexion and finally a beautiful dress that Mountain couldn't take his eyes off. The first moment Aurora noticed the proud and happy faces of her companions, she immediately ran to the mirror and immediately cried, but this time they were not tears of sadness, but tears of happiness.

Since then, everyone has made her realize how beautiful she is at every step (and she believes it every time).

Dewdrop - rabbit

Really a rabbit? Damn rabbit? From the beginning of its life, Dewdrop has been asking himself this question. After all, how could this big scary ghoul be related to something so... Cute? No wonder, after all, it's hard to take someone seriously with big fluffy ears that just beg to be pet. But don't make Swiss' mistake and don't underestimate him, after all, he is still a fiery ghoul and that element of heat still makes itself felt. (Poor Swiss, after calling Dew a snowflake, he has been knocked out for 10 minutes because he got hit in his balls so hard). Despite his fluffy white fur and cute little tail, Dew knows how to defend himself well - after all, it's not for nothing that nature gave him damn strong legs and even stronger teeth. However, this does not change the fact that, just like Aurora, he still has many problems with self-esteem (If they could, they would gladly switch animals). What Dew doesn't like the most in the world are the sweet looks people gave him when he tries to walk down the hall as if nothing happened and, even worse, when they try to touch him. (But don't worry, Aether knows how to deal with them).

It took him a long time to get used to his own appearance, and even now, when he notices many advantages in himself (for example, teasing Aether in his favorite shorts that perfectly fit his god gift ass), he still has a lot of doubts. But don't worry, on such days there will always be a ghouls ready to prove him that he is perfect the way he is.

Aether - grizzly bear

Try to guess who in the ministry gives the best hugs?

Any ideas?

NO?

Then I will answer you of course its Aether!!!

The mix of his thick brown fur and soft belly gives us the perfect material for afternoon naps. Aether is the type of person who, when he sees someone having a bad day, immediately brews a good cup of tea, turns on a comfortable movie and engages the person in a long cuddle session. Despite his comfortable nature and generally good view of the world, as soon as someone tries to harm his herd, in less than a second this sweet cuddly Teddy bear can turn into a bloodthirsty beast and nothing can stop him. Sometimes when he sees members of his family arguing and it escalates to possible harm to each other, he has to react. He personally hates himself for this because his greatest fear is that in the eyes of ghouls he loves, he will become a monster.

Cumulus - snow owl

For the first month that Rain and the ghoulett met, he could only describe her as absolutely terrifying. Don't get him wrong Cumulus is like a sister to him but... the way despite her huge snow-white wings, she is able to sneak up on him and scare him is absolutely terrifying.

Once, when he went to the kitchen at 2 a.m. to get a glass of water, he noticed her standing by the fridge. He called her and she turned her head 180 degrees and asked what was going on. He ran out of the kitchen in terror and couldn't sleep that night. The next day he discover flowers on his desk and a card with an apology (where did she get the flowers at 2 a.m.?). Fortunately, after a year of living together, Rain know that there is nothing to be afraid of and Lulu is one of the nicest people he knows.

In appearance, apart from the previously described wings, Cumulus has pearly snow skin, white fluff surrounding its neck and ankles, and large white curly hair resembling a cloud. Despite her elegant appearance, Cumulus isn't afraid to get down and dirty and is more than willing to do some spontaneous mud wrestling with Mountain or roll around in the gurney with Swiss. (Poor Cirrus who then has to take care of her tangled feathers)

Sunshine - pony

She loves racing. And when I say she loves it, I don't mean racing once im a while. NO. Every day, she, Dew and Swiss (aka the fastest ghouls in the Ministry) have to compete with each other every time. No matters of its of who takes the bathroom faster, who takes someone else's seat, who gives Copia the documents from his desk faster. She just loves it.

She, Dew and Swiss are a real danger.

Besides, she's a really good girl, really...

While the rest of the ghouls have paws or claws, she is the only one with hooves, poor Cirrus has a really hard time cleaning them from dirt, grass and mud.

When we talk about the sunshine, one fact cannot be omitted... She has a beautiful blonde ponytail and every day she devotes at least an hour to its care so that she can wave it proudly.

I hope you liked it, if you want a story about one of the ghouls, don't be afraid to ask :3

[icannotpickanamewtf]

The Day The Music Died (Part One)

(PART TWO)

Sooo...you meet spot and introduce your little world <33but you might know a little more than you are leading on? If you spoke up a little more...maybe others would know?

You remember seeing a man dressed in dark blue and red with a large S on his chest soaring through the sky. 

He looked free. You thought absentmindedly as you walked through the busy New York crowds. 

Some nauseating feeling bubbled inside of your gut. You wished you could touch the clouds like he could. 

Maybe then you wouldn’t feel so trapped.

One foot after another, you made your way through a dark alley to stop in front of a quaint coffee shop. 

The rats scattered beneath your feet and garbage decorated the shadows. The brick was dusty from age and the sound of horns honking and people walking became white noise as you reached for the door knob to the shop.

“Collin’s Coffee.”

Best fucking gig you’ve got going right now. 

You wondered if that Spider-Guy worked a normal job like you did. 

The thought of seeing a man dressed in clad spandex taking orders made you let out a soft chuckle as you ducked into the comforting atmosphere of the shop.

It gave the radiance of a library in Hognorts with the walls dripping with mounts of knowledge and books. The actual walls themselves had a sharp red brick hidden behind the shelves and posters.

Plants grew from the ceiling and succulents were plotted on the ceramic countertop. 

You quickly removed your bag from your shoulders and placed it behind the counter while reaching for a navy apron. Rubbing your eyes harshly, you began to slowly wake up and soak in your surroundings. 

“Hey! How’s it going, kiddo?”

Mr. Parker. Collin Parker. The kind old man that ran the coffee shop semi-hopped to where you were meticulously placing pastries inside the display case. 

Most of the time, and in the most endearing way, he had more energy than a toddler. 

“Fine. You?” You weren’t the biggest fan of talking, but you would make an effort to check in with the old. They held a tiny soft spot in your heart. 

If you even had one.

“Good, good…just filling out some silly old paper-work. Don’t mind this old man.” Mr. Parker slowly hobbled his way back to his office, letting you finish adjusting the glass plates that presented little scones and croissants.

The front door slammed open as a clumsy pubescent boy stumbled through. 

“Sorry I’m a bit late! I swear I was just on my way but a guy decided to–“ 

Sigh. There goes that peaceful, delicious, quiet. 

“Ok.” You kept it short. Honestly, you couldn’t care less.

“–He was awwwwfulllll! Trust me, if you met a guy like him on the train you’d absolutely lose your mind.” 

You had already lost yours a while ago.

“K.” Your responses where getting impossibly shorter as a the kid rambled on as he found his way behind the counter. 

Peter Parker, estranged somehow related to Collin Parker. He had a good heart, but a huge fucking mouth for a fifteen-year old. His brown fluffy hair bounced as he waved his hands around  to accentuate the supposed “annoying man” he met on the train. 

Peter was a nerdy kid, and you appreciated the child-like joy (probably because he still was a child in your eyes) he carried but you would rather die than admit it. 

You saw him as a little, albeit annoying, brother. 

“You can stop now.” You prided yourself in your honesty, but always tried to tone it down to be a bit less brutal for Peter. 

“Oh–Oh okay, sorry–right, silence.”

He wasn’t going to be quiet for long, but that was okay, you knew how to just–push it away. 

 Anywho…what’s going on? Do you want me to man the counter today? I don’t know if I’m really up for it…you know how much it makes me anxious. I would! I really would but…ya’know. I just get all shaky and–“

Buzzing echoed in your ear as his endless chatter filled the café’s walls. 

“Go in the back. Do restock and phone orders.” Like he always did. 

Peter let out a breath in relief, his shoulders noticeably loosened.

As he awkwardly made his way to the back, almost slipping on the white tile that covered where you and him were standing behind the counter.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I won’t disappoint you! Trust me, I’ve gotten reallllyyy good at using the new toaster that I think I am a toasting god!–”

You don’t really care, but you let a tiny chuckle leave your chapped lips before you turned to face the front again. You didn’t have enough energy to really play it off with a smile, but it’s the effort that counts right? 

“Mk. Bye.” 

Peter quickly ducked into the back while slipping in his ear buds to get ready for a comforting day at work. When you started working here, you noticed how he looked up to you. Thinking you were…”cool.” 

It made you gag when you thought about it too much. 

The bell chimed and the first customer of the day came on in. 

“Welcome.” Your voice just barely tipped the ‘annoyed and exhausted but had to make some cash’ tone. 

You looked up at the strange figure that just entered. 

Ok…are you fucking kidding me?

His huge trench coat covered his shoulders as he stumbled in, not too unfamiliar as to Peter’s entrance. 

What made your eyes blink a little more than usual was the stark white skin that stretched over him head to toe. Dark little holes scattered his body and a pair of big sunglasses covered the top half of his face. 

Was that a fedora?

You just swiveled to make your own coffee. A plain, black, hot coffee. Free of charge, and one of the best things to come out of this job. 

Just as you were sliding on the sleeve, you quietly shuffled behind the counter as he coughed behind you. You were almost ignoring the weird customer as a whole. 

To be honest, you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.  

You couldn’t bring yourself to care about most things anymore.

Was that bad? 

Eh. Whatever.

You just busied yourself with minimal tasks like rearranging the pastries in the display or picking at the scabs that littered your fingers. 

The customer coughed again. 

“Do you have asthma? Want me to get you an inhaler?” 

Whoops. That might’ve come out a little to sarcastic. You were genuinely worried, ok? 

Maybe not that worried, but still. You didn’t mean it to come out like that. 

“No! I–I do not…Give me the cash in the register, now please!” 

Ohhhhh.

You were being robbed!

Wait. 

You were being robbed.

“Nah.” Your responses were curt and short as you took short sips from your coffee. 

You needed some caffeine ASAP. 

“Wha–?! There isn’t a ’No’ in this! Give me the cash, now! Please!” The weirdo came up to the counter and this time you noticed how fucking huge this guy was. 

He was probably 7 foot. 

Did he seriously say please? At least he had manners.

“No.” You shrugged and casually went back to what you were doing, but before you could turn fully and brush him aside, a pale white hand launched out and flipped you back. 

”Look at me.” Static rippled in his voice. 

Maybe–just maybe-you wanted to fuck with this guy a little by actively widening your eyelids so you could showcase how you were looking in every other direction except his. 

“Just–Just give me the cash. Or else I’ll…I’ll shoot!” He showed off his other hand as it pointed at you through his pocket. 

If you were dumb maybe you’d have believed him. 

If you didn’t have a certain…experience with guns maybe you’d have believed him. 

“What kinda gun is that?” 

You were starting to get a little impatient with this banter. What if Mr. Parker came out and the poor man went into cardiac arrest? What if Peter stopped listening to his shit music and did his job and saw you fighting with this guy? 

“It’s a pistol.” 

That was definitely not a fucking pistol. 

“No, it’s not.” You shook your head and ran your fingers through your hair. 

“How would you know, huh? What if it is?” Was he trying to be smug? 

“The closest thing that your abnormally large fingers look like would be a fucking Longslide Glock 17 with maybe 3 out of the 17 rounds loaded with your kinda confidence. Gotta say, it is lightweight, sturdy, good for beginners...” 

You were good at talking guns. 

Real fucking good at talking guns. 

It was probably the most you’ve said all day. 

The ghostly white ‘robber’ looked shocked, if you could tell by the way his shoulders recoiled. 

Stepping back he bashfully turned away. 

“I just need some cash, okay? That’s all…please. I’m really not good at this whole supervillain thing.” 

A little gun talk was all it took to break this guy? 

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. 

You heard the front door bell chime and it broke you out of your thoughts.

“Nah. Maybe some other time. Bye.” 

You waved a little before setting your already cold coffee on the counter to prep yourself to take an <em> actual</em> order. 

“Do you even take me seriously! I am The Spot! I literally–I can travel through-- portals!” 

Unsurprisingly, you kinda got bored of this whole ‘supervillain charade.’ 

“Ok. Bye.” You shrugged him off to turn your attention to the new customer, locking eyes with them and insinuating for them to come up to the front. 

“What?!–I’ll show you! I’ll show all of you!” He angrily threw a–

was that one of his weird spot things?

Anyway, he threw a spot into an empty space in the shop and walked through it. 

Finally. You sighed as you took the customers order. 

….

And that, even if you didn’t know it at the time, was the end of your little world as you fucking knew it. 

[abysswalkersknight]

Got some more Bat Lilia!!!!! this was inspired by @llondonfog's post and watching videos of bats eating fruits in their little fluffy burritos, for some reason they always look angry while eating but in the cutest way possible.

Anyways it may be a bit muddled but hopefully still good, enjoy!

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Oh, look how far you have fallen, laments Lilia Vanrouge as he struggles in his cosy confines, above him the puny human child giggles and once again offers him the banana he benignantly refused earlier (squeaking vulgar insults and curses that the child obviously couldn’t understand) ‘now, now Mr Bat you can’t heal on an empty stomach.’ The silver haired baby chided him, lightly tapping him on the nose, if I were not trapped in this meagre form child I swear I'll… a loud growl echoed throughout the room, Lilia's aggressive squeaks quickly simpered when he realised that the sound came from his own stomach, why stomach? Why?

He was a feared general. Both humans and fae tremble at the mere mention of his name, all he’d need to do is glare at a man to have him crumbling to his knees mewling apologies and begging for his life. Yet here he is, trapped in bat form, bunched up in a fluffy pink wrap and being fed to by this bubbling human brat. And none, none of his intimidation tactics were working on his caretaker, instead of cowering like he was meant to, the child simply giggles and continues trying to feed him that wretched yellow, mushy stuff!

‘Get that away from me you lowly being!’ he squeaked angrily, flapping his wings in an attempt to free them from his prison of fluff. 

The boy could have poisoned the fruit! He probably knows what he is and is trying to take him out while he's injured and trapped in this form! In his brutal fight with the blanket Lilia hadn't noticed the fruit coming closer until the moment he flung his head around and had his mouth stuffed with an excessive amount of banana 'see, isn't it good?' The child chirped, happily watching as Lilia struggled with his mouthful of mushy fruit. 

As he packed the banana in his cheeks to chew better Lilia absently thought back to the time Malenor challenged him to see how many rats he could stuff in his mouth (three so far) even though the banana was much softer his jaw still aches slightly as he chewed, curse this little brat, I… 

oh wait.

He chewed a little slower, savouring the taste, this is actually pretty good. Give me more kid, give me more! 

The child seemed to understand Lilia’s incessant squeaking as he gladly offered more fruit and was surprised with his new bat friend’s change in attitude. It had been rather cold and windy when Silver ventured outside after a terrible storm had passed the night before, as usual his uncle had left him home alone so all he could do was check up on all his animal friends to make sure they had made it out of the storm safe. It was then the little boy came upon a strange looking bat, drenched and thoroughly conked out. Poor Silver nearly had a heart attack when he saw streaks of red on the bat but on further inspection the red seemed to be some weird type of dye or something. After carefully wrapping the injured bat in his cloak, Silver hurried back home to the cabin in the middle of the woods where he and his uncle lived. Once again his uncle wasn't home so no one was there to see Silver crash through the door and rush up the stairs toward his room, surprisingly the bat hadn't stirred at all during all the bumping around. Which brings them three days to now, where Lilia had suddenly woken up in his pink prison, weird stuff on his wing and having fruit shoved in his face. At least he now realises that banana tastes good.

A week passes and now Lilia’s wing is all better, he could’ve flown off and be back to Briar Valley by now (the boy called Silver had released him the morning he was healed) but something would always call him back the next day, and it wasn’t the bananas the boy somehow always had ready whenever Lilia decided to reveal himself, right now he was perched upside down on a branch right outside the boy’s window observing as Silver did his daily chores, his cheerful whistling echoes throughout the empty house which builds a sense of unease in the fae. Lilia doesn’t know much about humans but even then he could tell that Silver was quite young, about eight or nine, that’s far too young to leave a child alone for this long. Lilia’s seen the uncle return only once that whole week only for the brute leave just as quick as he came, not even giving a word of acknowledgement toward the sweet child, the fae may have been repulsed at the sight of children a few centuries ago but after raising the young prince he has discovered what wonders a child could bring, he had revelled in the knowledge that he had been granted the chance to care for Malenoa and Leven’s child and it disgusted him to see this lowly human disregard the little treasure before him, yes, Lilia will admit that he’s grown quite attached to the boy in the short time they’ve been together. Which is why his snout curls into a wicked grin as he sees Silver frown at the front door for the fifth time. 

Soon his carefully planned scheme will soon come to light.

Afterall how could he just let his sweet, adorable saviour go without repaying him?

A few months later

‘Uh, general?’ Baul starts, unsure of how to phrase the sight before him.

‘Yes, Baul?’ Lilia breaks off a piece of banana to give to the tiny human resting in his lap before stuffing the rest of it in his mouth, he shoots his second in command a glare, throwing the peel in a growing pile and daring the fae to question him. Baul gulps.

‘Nevermind sir.’

[ayoitspatricia]

Hi do you still write for disney's descendants? if so can you do headcanons of being siblings with the VKs? and if possible the siblings came with them to the school. sorry for my bad english

Being siblings with each VK + going to Auradon with them would include :

IM BAAAAACK!! It has been a while since I have posted so I am currently working through requests :)

Mal :

Homie would be overprotective af

This lady ain’t having any Auradon dweebs getting you on her watch

Always encouraging you to be the best version of yourself

Or in Maleficent’s case the worst

Y’all are not that big on boys, girls etc before Mal meets Ben

Mix and matching leather jackets

Being the biggest chaos causes wherever you guys go

Finding it hard to be positive about school when Mal wants you to be miserable about it all

Her helping you to control your powers which are cool im gonna be honest

Sharing differences and similarities with Mal

She just wants to keep you safe from bad people in the world

Ironic for a VK right?

Especially from rats in Auradon

Feeling pressured by your mom when she wants you to steal the magic wand

Liking Ben and not finding it difficult to adjust to being good

Evie :

Now this one encourages you to interact with others

She wants to get you as far out of your shell as possible

Cause poor girl ain’t got a clue what will happen if you all get caught stealing the wand

Wanting you to get a partner

But asking them lots of intimidating kind questions if you do

Doing group sewing + art!

Always trying on each other’s clothing

Having matching magic mirrors

Creating a Chad hate club

Evie being the favourite child but always defending you

Going on shopping sprees when you arrive at Auradon

Trying hard to empress everyone

But then realising that it is really impossible

Evie wanting to dye your hair

Her chasing you around with the hair dye

Actually secretly wanting to be good from the beginning

Carlos :

Always being super close to each other

Thing 1 = you / Thing 2 = Carlos

Actually quite liking dogs

Lol your brother did not like that one

Until you got Dude obviously (you was his fav)

Always having super fluffy jumpers or cardigans

Enjoying sweet treats with him at midnight

Literally menaces to the cooking club

Softest member of the VK’s

Collecting stuffed animals to annoy Carlos

Then proceeding to throw them at each other

Fairy Godmother actually really liking you

You going into Remedial Goodness 101 early so you both can have a chat

Honestly loving the Auradon vibe

Cheering Carlos on when he plays Tourney

+ shipping him with Jane!!

Literally acting like kids the whole time

Wanting to open an animal club in Auradon

Tbh you was already sliding to the side of good as soon as you arrived

Jay :

My mans is on a whole other level of protective

Like you thought Mal was bad

Whether your on the isle or in Auradon this boy has your back

Him always glaring at the boys whenever they look at you for too long

Even at poor Carlos, who has no clue what is going on

Teaching you how to steal

Reminding your father of Jasmine

You + Evie + Mal are the perfect trio

Doing laps around the museum to try and find any lamps

Not your proudest moment ngl

You plus Lonnie equals BESTIES!!

Jay making you always watch him play sports

Stealing his beanies all the time

Hiding in spots around Auradon so he has to try and find you

You best hope that none of them princes disrespect you

Cause they gon get an ass whoopin

Honestly not caring about whether you’re good or not

As long as you have your brother and your friends

[totallynoteggos]

Numbuh 274 headcanons :)

(Supreme Leader redesign is at the bottom!)

A/N: dis is supreme leader headcanons & their all over the place tbh 💀

Supreme Leader

Idk why but I feel like he has shit loads of freckles he just gives the vibes

A bit lanky & tall for his age but could still pack a punch if he wanted too

Resting bitch face that makes him look super serious & focused

He's a silly lil goober under that tho dw

He used a bottle of his mom's purple shampoo on accident & now uses It every time he showers (take notes Wally)

VERY protective of his hair which is why he's always wearing the helmet (unless he's trying to impress someone 😋)

I think he would have really thick fluffy hair that's a nice blond shade (#FFF2A3) with the roots being more dark (#D9B85F)

Sleepy-looking blue eyes (#89DFFA ) that look comforting even though he could glare into your soul

Ngl I don't think he has a sweet tooth, he gives off the vibe of someone who likes dark chocolate or milk chocolate & HATES white chocolate

Secretly took coffee at home so he could deal with being Supreme Leader

Has one of those ugly white rat dogs as a pet or a prize-winning border collie

French/Canadian

Was voted the cutest boy in the KND when he started becoming big

Had INSANE amounts of fan-girls/boys (More than Numbuh 10 🫢)

Bro got love letters & confessions on the daily 💀

👆LITERALLY Chad’s fan-girls on the daily 💀

He has diffidently sweet-talked his way out of trouble before

Was actually NOT trying to wipe their memories & Nigel just said that shit & he went with it

He was 100% sabotaged by Numbuh ♾️ when he changed his age so that Sectors V & Q would get decommissioned

GKND used him as a tool to make Nigel stronger & never intended for him to be earth’s ambassador

He was arrested so he couldn't leak any more info

. free my man he was just following orders :(

If he ever had a girlfriend while in the KND it would be secret so no one could target her

He's so fucking whipped for her omfg

He's so sweet to her 🫶

And as promised here the Supreme Leader redesign :)

Look how handsome he is 😋🫶

[witch-oftheflowers]

Ximena HCs: Military Background

AN:here's a little headcanons I have for Ximena. A bit to learn more about her. I will probably add to this last as I develop her character. ENJOY!🌟

TW: SA mentioned. Very Brief literally just the term SA. But I wanted to warn in case!

Masterlist

Ximena is a plus size woman. Curvy with a stomach, but she's very flexible and has a lot of muscle even if she doesn't look it~

She's short. Her 22' version is 5ft 4in. Her 09' version is 5ft 9in.

Yes I have two versions. But I focus primarily on her 22' self.

She's a Mexican immigrant, she was 9 when she immigrated with her family to England.

She still has an accent, especially since her family made monthly or yearly trips back home

Most of her family had served. It being military, police force, or firefighters. She wanted to follow that lineage

She's really intelligent. One focus that many sought her for. She's learned so far 7 languages; Spanish, English, German, Korean, French, Japanese, Russian. *Currently learning Chinese and Dutch*

Medically trained, first started as a medic. But a few higher ups saw potential in her as a trained soldier, which she switched to

Ximena was ignored and pushed down a lot. Especially dealt with racism.

As she built her career and became a respected soldier over time

She was asked to assist with covert missions, where she shined

Came back quick, had multiple wins for herself.

Eventually, she was 'asked'(forced) to work with a well regarded soldier Simon Riley.

Side note: THEY HATED EACH OTHER

Eventually they got along, did start dating but we're not gonna go into details here~

A tragic event happened that defined her resilience. And her ties to Simon. TW: SA. That's it won't dive into it-

She witnessed Simon becoming Ghost.

She was asked to assist with Price's unit Bravo Team. She dons Bravo-2 as her call sign

She has a jumbled up career. Doing solo missions, infiltration, along with covert missions.

A few solo missions she was acknowled for was bringing down human trafficking circles, arms deals, along with sabotage for terrorist groups-

During 2018 she was asked to infiltrate the Inner Circle and figure out their motives. This was assigned by General Shepherd's who seek her expertise

She did infiltrate it. At one point she was Vladimir's right hand woman, and partner.

When the events of 2020 happened and the team was brought in to handle the terrorist attack Vladimir created. She was the rat that spilled the tea.

She didn't know how he was gonna escape. But she did know he would try.

The airport was thankfully empty out. A key note of that, Ghost wasn't left at the airport for that reason. Well I say 👀

Vladimir had a feeling it was her, but he was a coward as they had him in the helicopter. Even throwing swears and phrases to her in Russian. Soap was allowed to knock him out

What they found out was she was abused and tortured during her time. She came back from her long curly hair to a short fluffy bob. Even a few new scars on her face. Along with her being colder.

General Shepherd's did apologize for her going dark for two years. Even gave her a medal for her efforts. But she denied it, not wishing to be reminded of the time.

When Laswells asked her to assist with Task Force 141, it was during her covert mission. She was gone four days. She suffered punishment for it in the Inner Circle but it was needed at the time during 2019

When Las Almas happen, she was asked to join the two boys going out- especially since she was from Mexico. She did decline. Just helping from the sidelines

(At this time Ximena and Simon had 2 kids already. Thinking about another one-)

The chaos of the betrayal to the problems with missiles being lost and anywhere was a lot

When they finished with Graves and his Shadows, she cut her ties to Shepherd. Even if he created her to be who she was today

At the time of the missiles she was allowed a leave..due to medical reasons.

When she regroup with the lads in the bar. She was excited, but she was asked to help with just Intel from that point on. Seeing she had to for her medical leave she would be taking them on.

(she was pregnant. Third baby on the way! Ghost was worried not gonna lie, his precious wife was out in danger just a week ago and she was pregnant??)

During 2023, and the events leading up.

Once Makarov was known to be loose. She was secured and safe along with her kids. Monitor for her and her family safety since she was his rat years ago

She helped pinpoint locations, dealt with Shepherd when he wanted back in. Even gave them codes and security by pass with the Koni group.

She heard about Johnny getting injured and how Makarov was still at large.

The Riley family was put under protection, Simon was clear on his position. We get Makarov we retire. Maybe.

Both agreed, get Makarov and retire from field work. Maybe. Doesn't mean they didn't wanna be on base training the next generation. But that was for future conversations

That's is so far! Hoped you enjoyed the what I have for her- I will make separate HCs for different things. Like this is just her career and her accomplishment in the military.

And if you have a moment and got this far I wanna ask.

Thank you again love ya all! 💗

[anamelessfool]

For One Creature's Sake (pt 1 of 2)

(AO3 Link) GEN | Primo & Young Copia

Submitted to @cirrus-ghoulette Whump Month Prompt. June 9: Phobia

Family Drama, Phobias, Young Characters, Brotherly Affection, Caring, Family Bonds, Time Skips, Hurt/Comfort

"Shouldn’t a three, four year old be talking more?" (This is actually an excerpt from my upcoming fic!)

1979

Primo and the little boy named Copia waited until the dining hall had cleared after dinner to have their meals. Sister Agatha, head cook, smiled at them across the hall from her place scrubbing the range. “I can’t thank you enough again, Sister,” Primo said, returning her greeting with a wave. He hiked Copia further up on his hip, carrying him over to a corner table. He placed the boy on the bench next to him and gave his fluffy hair a pat. The first time he had brought Copia down for a meal the boy had cried hysterically, the noise of crowded dinner conversations bouncing off the walls overwhelming him.

“Anything, sweetheart,” Agatha said. “I saved this for you.” The old cook carried over a small tray of leftovers, setting it down on the table. “And how are you, little one?”

Copia’s brow furrowed, his big eyes staring at her with suspicion. He brought his arms to his chest and squeezed himself. Agatha tilted her head. “No talking yet?”

“I coax it out of him, occasionally,” Primo replied. “But it’s mostly just repeating what I say. Jogs his memory, I guess. Shouldn’t a three, four year old be talking more?”

“Look at you, doting on him.” Agatha smiled quietly. “He’s gone through a lot, in a short time. Just be patient with him.”

“Secundo is already planning on teaching him piano,” Primo chuckled. “Says Copia’s actually pretty intelligent. Can read a little, apparently. But we can barely get him to eat or speak.”

“That boy Secundo is eighteen going on forty five.” Agatha shook her head. “Everyone’s a project to him. Gotta lighten him up, Primo.”

“Sure, let me add that to my list. Tack it on,” Primo sighed as he cut the chicken breast and carrots into small pieces.

“A little bit at a time. Copia may surprise you. But don’t get too excited, that may scare him back to square one,” Agatha said.

Primo flashed her a tired, thankful smile. “You’re a gem.”

“Anytime. Let me know when you want to darken my door and man my grill again, handsome,” Agatha replied with a friendly wink. Primo laughed back. The cook returned to her kitchen chores, leaving Primo and Copia alone to eat in the quiet.

Primo attempted to hand the boy a fork, but Copia ignored him, making an attempt to reach for a piece of the meal with his hand. He leaned too far forward and slid under the table, uttering a small surprised yelp. Primo lunged for him and pulled him up into his lap. “We’ve got to solve that,” Primo muttered to him, and handed the boy a bread crust to gnaw on. Copia finished the piece and started grabbing the food with both hands like a desperate little rodent. “Hey, slowly!” 

”Slowly,” Copia parroted back, his mouth muffled by food. Primo pulled the plate away and put his hand on the boy’s shoulder, sighing. He was grateful the boy was too small to see his worried frown. Too much had happened lately, too many loose ends and lost trails surrounding this Copia kid to count. He couldn’t walk away from his promise to find out where Copia’s mother had gone, and the thought of sharing with her what had happened to her child kept Primo up at night.

“Ahh! Nooooo!” Copia started to howl, scratching at Primo’s robe, kicking his legs.

Primo hugged the boy close. “What is it, shhhh…”

Copia vigorously pointed at the far corner of the room. There was a cabinet there, set in the shadow of a column. A piece of bread sat abandoned a few feet away. Copia fell into a sniffling silence. After a few minutes of quiet, something below the cabinet stirred and cautiously emerged into the light, padding softly towards the food on the floor.

It was a rat.

Copia shrieked again. The rat sat back on its haunches, rolled and scurried under the cabinet. Primo held Copia’s head in his hands, watching the little boy struggle with hiccuping breaths. “It’s okay, it's just a little rat,” Primo whispered. He saw the rat bite on the boy’s cheek, healing slowly but healing well. It would be a scar, but not too big. “They're just as afraid of you. You're both so little.”

Copia slammed his body against Primo’s chest. “So little,” he said with heaving breaths.

“Everything is so much bigger. Even you. You're bigger than him.”

“I’m…I’m bigger?” Copia blinked furiously, looking up into Primo’s eyes.

Primo smiled down at him, petting his head. “Much much bigger. Very scary.” Something clicked in the little boy. His eyebrows twitched, his eyes searching. His mind must have been grappling with the concept of his own self being scary to another creature. “Even if you're not, you may seem scary to somebody else. Hold on, let me show you.” He picked up Copia, putting him on the bench beside him. He stood up, taking a piece of chicken from the plate.

He walked over to the cabinet, dropping the meat on the floor and softly moved back to the bench. “Now let's watch and see,” he whispered, putting Copia back on his lap, his hands enfolding the boy protectively. “Be quiet, he's shy.”

“He's shy,” Copia whispered back, fascinated.

There was a few more minutes of silence then the shadows stirred. The rat cautiously returned to the light, sniffing the air. Copia grabbed Primo’s hands and Primo pulled the boy closer into him. The rat stepped across the floor and examined the meat, bringing it into its paws, settling in to eat it right there in front of them.

“He's got little hands!” Copia shouted, and the rat visibly jumped and rushed back under the cabinet. “I scared him. He's got little hands, doesn't he, Primo?”

Primo gripped Copia tightly, stunned. It was the most the boy had ever said so far. He swallowed, trying to hide his excitement. “Yes, little hands, like you.”

Copia reached for a piece of bread off his plate, then pulled and kicked in Primo’s arms. “Let me down!”

Primo obliged, trying to keep his movements even. His heart was pounding. Copia walked hesitantly over to the cabinet and dropped the bread. He scampered a few feet away, sitting down on the floor, watching and waiting.

“Don't touch him,” Primo said quietly. “Just watch. You have to give everyone a chance, okay.”

Copia nodded then settled into a focused stillness. In a moment more, the rat returned. The creature froze, eying Copia, but then saw no danger from the boy. It walked over to the bread and grabbed it in its mouth, turning tail and trotting back to the safety of the shadows.

Copia looked over to Primo, his face bright, his mouth in an excited smile. He’s smiling, he's actually smiling, Primo thought, his throat becoming tight.

“He's got little hands and little black eyes,” the boy explained. “Little dark eyes like me.”

“Yes…yes he does,” Primo agreed, his voice cracking as he struggled not to cry. “Come on, come eat the rest of your dinner.”

Copia pushed himself off of the floor and scampered back to Primo, attempting to mimic the rat’s movements. “Get the traps, we have a big one over here!” Primo laughed, grabbing Copia and swinging him back into his lap. “He’s awful hungry too. Look at him eat!”

Copia grabbed a piece of his dinner and nibbled it close to his face. “We will be here for hours if you eat everything like that.” Primo pet the boy on his head once more, wiping tears from his eyes. “But I’ll be patient.”

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[mcytrecursive]

Nomination Overview - Crack Fic

Oh boy do we have some bangers in this category. Not as many fics here, but every one a gem. I'll give you a hint: we've got mangoball.

Title: And why are you British now?  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48950557/chapters/123691441#workskin Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: ace_of_arthropods Relationships: Grian & goodtimeswithscar, Jimmy solidarity & zedaph, rendog & bigb, Joehills & Martyn  Characters: Jimmy solidarity, Joe hills, grian, goodtimeswithscar, zedaph, Martyn inthelittlewood Length of the work: 11,506 words (incomplete fic) Genre: Crack Fic, Fluff Type: Fic Summary: “Wait a second...” Grian suddenly had an idea of what might have happened. He hastily dug through his horribly unorganized inventory for something with a mirrored surface. He eventually found a hand mirror with golden decorations, which he'd never seen before, and looked into it. A scarred face with dark green eyes looked back at him. “Oh no,” Grian said, in Scar's voice. (After double life, everyone returns to their home servers... or rather, their soulmate's home server, in their soulmate's body. Shenanigans ensue.)

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Title: Sapnap's Naga Harem Rating: E-rated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49846090 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: ollie_oxen_free Relationships: Sapnap/Philza, Sapnap/Technoblade, Punz/Sapnap, Quackity/Sapnap, Dream/Sapnap, Karl Jacobs/Sapnap, Awesamdude/Sapnap, Sapnap/Foolish, Sapnap/Schlatt, Sapnap/Wilbur Soot Characters: Sapnap, Dream XD, Dream, Philza, Technoblade, Quackity, Punz Length of the work: 27,870 words (incomplete fic) Genre: AU, Crack Fic, Fluff, Fantasy AU, Humour, Romance, Smut Type: Fic Summary: Fresh out of school with a Masters in Magical Zoology, Sapnap is hired by a mysterious billionaire he knows only as XD to become one of the main caretakers of a new section of his magical menagerie. He's not sure what he's expecting, but ten fucking naga— rare, dangerous, mysterious— were not on the fucking list.

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Title: A Jackerella Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38446057/chapters/96084898 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: wetchickenbreast Relationships: Georgenotfound/Jack Manifold Characters: Jack Manifold, GeorgeNotFound, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, BadBoyHalo, Tubbo, Ranboo Length of the work: 6,328 words (incomplete fic) Genre: AU, Crack Fic, Drama, Fantasy AU, Humour Type: Fic Summary: Jackerella's life fucking sucks. Her goddamn parents died (how inconsiderate) and now she is stuck living as an indentured servant for her evil stepfamily. Her younger stepsister bites people (he won't stop no matter how many doctors they bring him to) and his older stepsister is a megabitch (also a homewrecker). His only friends are talking rats, so Jack is pretty much waiting on a miracle to get out of this mess... and that miracle comes in the form of a charming prince, some glass shoes, and a demon from hell (and the demon has MASSIVE tits).

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Title: pov: me when i fucking Get You Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45823945 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: doingthewritethings Relationships: Quackity/Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Quackity & Slimecicle Characters: Quackity, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade, Slimecicle, Eret Length of the work: 3,450 words Genre: AU, Crack Fic, Family, Friendship, High School AU, Humour, Modern AU, Chatfic Type: Fic Summary: From: qln@dsmp.org To: csc@dsmp.org what would you do if hypothetically speaking. there was this guy. and he was horrible and awful and his hair was so fluffy like sooo fluffy like imagine putting a mop on his head. like a big old mop. or a dog. but instead of being a wet dog he smelled like cinnamon and was probably really good to pet. ohhhh my god. or, the one where Wilbur thinks they're dating, Quackity thinks they're enemies, and Eret thinks she would really, really, really like to get things done in her student council meetings.

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Title: Cheater, Cheater (Mangoball) Link: https://glittering.world/mangoball/classic Fandom: Video Blogging RPF Author: mangobaii Relationships: Dream/George, Corpse Husband/Wilbur Characters: Dream, George, Corpse Husband, Sapnap, Quackity, Karl, Wilbur, BadBoyHalo Length of the work: 20k-ish? Depends on how you count usernames and such Genre: Crack Fic, Humour, Epistolary, Mangoball Type: Fic Summary: DNF social media epistolary fiction. George gets cheated on by Sapnap with Dream; love blooms, among other things.

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