#and they gave me their best attempt at a forehead smooch before they went to bed

[kirby-the-gorb]

[reallyromealone]

Eddie Munson x male reader

A/B/O

Male pregnancy,. Omegaverse, gay, mlm

Eddie woke to the sound of vomiting echoing through the small home, patting beside him to realize (name) wasn't beside him.

Getting up he wandered to the bathroom to see that his mate was in fact throwing up his dinner from last night "shit baby..." Eddie said rubbing the omegas back whose body shook violently.

"I-I think I need to get a pregnancy test..." (Name) mumbled as he let Eddie lift him up and set him on the bathroom counter and fill the cup set beside the sink and let (name) rince his mouth out, while (name) did that Eddie grabbed prepped the omegas toothbrush.

"Thank you baby..." (Name) mumbled brushing his teeth slow and lazy before spitting it out and rinsing once more "sorry I woke you..."

"Don't be sorry baby, let's get you back to bed" Eddie said kissing (name)s forehead and lifting him up and carrying him back to bed, the alarm on Eddie's side showing its only five am, Eddie didn't even have to leave till 9.

"I think in pregnant again..." (Name) mumbled against Eddie's warm chest, snuggling closer as his head pounded "well seeing as we just finished your heat last week, I wouldn't doubt it"

"(Sons name) might be a big brother..."

"We can book a doctor's appointment if you want" Eddie said softly and (name) nodded "come with me?"

"Wouldn't miss it"

X

Turns out (name) was in fact pregnant, the Omega exhausted from this morning and so, Eddie took their one and a half year old to the shop while (name) napped.

Not without scenting stuff of course.

"Let's go little man" Eddie said as the two gave (name) a kiss on the head, (name) smiling at his pups precious attempt at a smooch.

It was the weekend so that meant a fair amount of kids.

Eddie and (name) often dressed their son in little overalls, the tot was often getting into messes and it was easier to keep his shirt clean.

Also because they would tie a balloon to the back along with a bell so people knew where the boy was.

(Sons name) was a good boy though, usually sticking around his dad and behind the glass table where the register was and colored with his crayons on a new coloring book he got.

"Oh snap it's my favorite nephew!" Dustin said as the party walked into the shop "Didi" (sons name) Squealed at the sight of his uncle and had his dad help him hop down from the stool and rush to Dustin "what's up little man?" Dustin asked lifting his nephew up "dang getting big, huh"

"Yeah he's big brother sized"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't worry to much about it" Eddie loved teasing his brother in law, the younger Henderson looking confused along with the other teens but max seemed to click into it but opted to not say anything.

It was funnier to see Dustin rattle his brain.

The teens went off and played in the game section, leaving the father and son to handle the register aka Eddie handles it and (name) gives them their receipt and a store card.

Coming home was a blessing, seeing his mate sleeping and snuggled into blankets on the couch just made his day infinitely better, the icing being the fact he was pregnant with his pup.

"Be quiet, don't wanna wake him up yeah?"

"Yeah" (sons name) mumbled before sneaking the best a toddler could off to his room and leaving Eddie to look at his mate.

"Welcome home Eddie..." (Name) mumbled sleepily as Eddie set his bag near the couch"shit did we wake you?"

"No you're good..." (Name) made zero attempts to leave his mini nest so Eddie bent over to kiss him gently "how's the little one?" Eddie asked worried and (name) looked relaxed "they aren't making me want to vomit right now so great"

"You hungry?"

"A little..."

"I will make a light dinner baby"

"Love you"

"Love you too"

[captainwans]

DRUNK IN LOVE

credit for the owner of this gif!

pairing: bucky barnes x fem! reader

summary:

where she expresses her love for him in form of alcohol and playfulness.

word count: 1756

warnings: none; sweet rotting fluff, implied smut

masterlist!

“Y/N, we’re taking shots. It’s on me!” Natasha exclaimed through the loud music with a happy grin on her face, holding her hand as the pair went back to their friends. After a successful mission, the team wanted to celebrate and enjoy themselves since they haven’t been able to get a break nowadays due to being on missions and saving the world, and a party sounded very nice at the moment, but not in Y/N’s case. 

She wanted nothing more than to be in her boyfriend’s arms, watching their favorite show as they cuddled up on the couch and eating lots of ice cream. Guilt washed over the female, making her stomach churn at the thought of Bucky being alone at the compound, and she could’ve stayed with him, but Natasha, alongside others wanted her to have fun and loosen up for a little while.

“You sure you don’t wanna come, babe?” Y/N’s muffled sounds echoed through the bathroom. She put her hair into a bun, leaving a few hair strands in front of her face and applying lipstick, not noticing Bucky’s presence behind her, who was leaning against the doorframe. 

“I’m sure, doll. You go and have fun with the others,” he answered with a smile, watching her through the mirror before walking closer to her, sneaking his hands around her waist, hugging her from behind, and planting soft kisses onto her neck. “You’re beautiful.”

Her stomach fluttered, the warm feeling in her body making her cheeks turn red. Turning her body away from the mirror to face him, she let out a small groan, but still had a smile on her face, “I really don’t wanna go. Can’t I just ditch the others and be with you instead?” she whined, her lips forming into a pout.

Bucky chuckled and brought both of his hands to her face, “I don’t want you to go either, doll, but knowing Wanda, I won’t take the chance.” he admitted with a slight scoff, shuddering at the memory of Wanda getting into his head once and using that as payback for messing with her. 

Y/N let out a soft laugh, knowing all too well what he meant. “It wasn’t that bad,” she said, giving him a playful smile making him frown. “It was bad, Y/N. She’s basically the devil.” he dramatically argued making her playfully roll her eyes.

“I heard that, Barnes!” Wanda’s loud voice erupted down the hall, making the pair jump watching her entering their room. The Scarlet Witch gave Y/N a smile and a glare at Bucky, making him shake his head, “You see what I’m talking about?” he told his girlfriend with a look. 

“You guys, I swear to god. .” she mumbled under her breath before making her way to the closet to find a jacket. 

“Are the others ready, yet?” Y/N asked Wanda as she took on her jacket before making her way to Bucky, giving him a quick kiss. 

Wanda nodded her head, watching the pair share a kiss, making her scrunch her nose in disgust, “You’re the only one left. Now, hurry up. You can smooch your man later.” 

Thor’s laughter snapped her out of her daydreaming, watching Tony and Thor’s attempt at downing as many shots as possible, making her lip tug upwards as she shook her head at their playful banter. Natasha stood beside her, holding two glasses of alcohol, giving her a smirk.

“You ready to get wasted, Y/L/N?” the Russian assassin asked her with a smug expression on her face causing her to laugh. She took the drink from her hand and took a sip, coughing as the liquid burned down her throat. 

Wanda joined the pair shortly, bringing them to the dance floor. Y/N lost count of how many drinks she had consumed later that night, and she was all over the place which made Wanda cautious and skipped drinking to watch over her, amusement filling her eyes as she watched her best friend goofing around.

“Bucky’s gonna kill me..” Wanda muttered to herself, a smirk etched onto her face. 

The party was still going even though it was late, but the team decided to head back to the compound and call it a night. Wanda held Y/N arm and helped her up the stairs as they went up the tower with everyone trailing behind them. 

“B-Bucky m-must b-be worried, we’ve b-been g-gone for a while,” Y/N hiccuped, giggling as she hid her face onto Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda let out a soft chuckle, holding her hands as she listened to her slurry words.

The rest of the team said their goodnights and left the two girls alone, “I-I want B-Bucky, where is he?” she whined to her friend, pulling away from her grip and stumbled down the hallway. Wanda rolled her eyes and followed after her, making sure she didn’t face plant on the floor but stopped mid-way when she saw Bucky heading her way.

“Thanks, Wanda. I’ll take it from here,” he thanked the Scarlet Witch with a nod, making her smile, leaving the couple alone.

“Alright, doll. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, his gaze softening as her eyes lit up at the sight of him. She giggled and jumped into his arms, making him stumble back with a small laugh. His hands were on her back, rubbing comfortably.

“Baby, hi. We were just talking about you,” she said in a high-pitched voice, and let out a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oops, the others are sleeping,” she whispered to him, bringing her finger to his mouth. 

Bucky held her finger and kissed it before picking her up, carrying her to their room. She was still in her own world, ranting and gushing over her love for him. “You’re so cute, Buckaroo.” she cooed and held his face, squeezing his cheeks. He looked down at her, his smile never leaving his face. “Look at yourself, doll.” She kissed his nose and hid her face into his neck. 

Entering their room, he gently let her down and brought her to the bathroom to remove her makeup. With Y/N bickering and complaining, she soon gave up and let him take the charge. 

“You need help with that?” he asked her with a grin, watching her fiddling with the zipper behind her dress. She groaned and let out a gloomy sigh, “Get this off of me or I will throw hands.” she mumbled, but enough for him to hear.

With a chuckle he stood behind her, having a gentle hand on her back and unzipping the dress, making it fall down the floor with a small thud. He clenched his jaw as he took in her figure, her exposed skin making his stomach flutter. 

She turned around to met his flushed face and giggled, pulling him closer to her body. She closed the distance between them and brought him into a searing kiss. Their eyes closed and Bucky’s hands dropped to her waist, pulling her closer. Her hands slid up to his chest, deepening the kiss, sighing dreamily at his touch.

Before it could go any further, Bucky pulled away making her frown. Holding her face with his hands, he rested his forehead against hers, “You’re drunk, sweetheart.” he said against her lips, giving her another kiss before handing her one of his t-shirts. 

Y/N lips formed into a downwards pout, stumping her feet on the floor. “N-No, I’m not d-drunk,” she denied, slurring with her words as he helped her put the shirt over her head. 

Once she was clothed, she pulled him closer once again, puckering her lips, “Please?” she begged, giving him the puppy eyes he’s grown to love. She fiddled with his belt but groaned when he stopped her, his hands covering with hers and giving her a playful glare. 

“Not today, doll,” he said in a gentle tone. She looked down at her feet, her eyebrows furrowed. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her head, tears formed in her eyes, and looked up at Bucky, her eyes glistering with tears. “You d-don’t wanna sleep with me?” she sniffed, her glassy eyes staring into his. 

Bucky’s stomach twisted and brought you into his arms, “Hey, no, baby. I didn’t mean it like that.” he comforted her and rested his chin above her head, planting a kiss on her head. “You’ve had too much to drink and you’re not in the right state of mind right now,” he told her, pulling away.

His heart clenched and brought his hand to her face, wiping a tear from her face. She let out a gloomy sigh, “Buck, I’m sleepy.”

“Let’s get you to bed, then.” he helped her down the bed and joined shortly after, pulling the duvet closer to their bodies. She scooted closer to his side and laid her head on his chest, sleep consuming her. 

The next morning was the worst. It felt like her brain was shredded in bits and her body ached. Slowly opening her eyes, she let her eyes take in every ray of sunlight before moving her body to the side, blindly reaching to Bucky’s side, but found empty space instead.

Planting her face onto the pillow, she groaned, “Bucky?” the ex-assassin came right in, holding a glass of water and some Advil in his hands. He put them on the nightstand and sat down on the bed, his metal arm touching her skin making her shiver. 

“Morning to you too, doll. Here drink this it will ease the pain,” he told her before handing her a glass of water and painkillers. Groggily sitting up, she took the glass from his hands and swallowed the pill. 

Putting the glass back on the nightstand, she pulled Bucky down the bed, making him laugh as she pulled the duvet over their heads. She hid her face into his chest, hugging him tightly. He shifted his body to the side and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead. 

“Did I do anything stupid last night?” she asked, her hands fiddling at the end of his shirt. 

He let out a laugh, causing her head to shot up, giving him a concerned look. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. My head hurts and only your cuddles will help me right now.” she rephrased herself with a scoff.

“I could go with that.” he agreed with a grin, the butterflies in his stomach increasing. 

[yunkiwii]

—potions gone wrong—

☆ hogwarts au ☆

pairing: bsf!hyunjin x gn!reader | ft. jeongin and mentions of minho

supportive oc: angela, female

genre: sfw. comedic and chaotic, may be considered fluff by some people

wc: 2.4k

warnings: hints of jealousy, mentions of illegal (magical world wise) actions, potion-induced obsession

a/n: i'm pretty sure that in the harry potter series amortentia doesn't work the way i described here, but let's just ignore that shall we? ♡

summary: two boys decide to make a love potion to conquer the crush of one of them. unfortunately, something seems to have gone wrong and y/n needs to step in..

shout out to: ficscafe prompt dialogue event ♡

↳ "I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

↳ "I don't think that's legal, but we can work around it."

↳ "Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic"

Completely imersed in the pile of books you gathered in the library in order to try and understand more about potions, you get startled when a boy throws himself into the chair next to you, a yellow stripped tie hitting your head in the process.

"I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

"What? No!", you give him a disgusted and confused look before digging your head into the old dusty pages again.

"Come on!! Angela keeps coming to me trying to snuggle and kiss me and-", as dramatic as he is, Hyunjin pretends he is going to be sick, exaggerating on the nasty sounds way too close to your ear.

"What? Why?", your bestfriend finally caught your full attention as you turn to face him, "Wait, Angela as in like, Angela your major crush perfect-Angela? Weren't you supposed to like, I don't know, enjoy the attention?" But then the face he makes, his cheeks turning shades of pink as his gaze drifts away from you and he sinks down in his chair in embarrassment, realization hits you, "No! No you did not! Are you like what, dumb?", you flick is head inducing a loud squeal to come out his mouth.

"It was Jeongin's idea!", his voice three pitches higher than before, "And I can't be that dumb if I managed to make that stupid love potion work. But that's beside the point, will you do it or not?"

"Do what? Kiss you? And how will that help you dimwit?", you went to flick his head again because, to be fair, he deserved it, but Hyunjin knew you too well and held your hand in time to stop you from hurting his pretty face, as he likes to state.

"To break the curse! Make her give up on me by making her think we're together or something!"

"What curse? There is no curse! And she isn't even thinking right now, she might just kill me out of jealousy!", at this point you're pratically yelling at each other and are forced to leave the library, resuming this odd conversation on your way to Ravenclaw's common room.

"I still can't believe you let yourself go with what Jeongin tells you. He's evil you know?"

"Should've guessed by the green scarf huh?", you slap his arm lightly, not very fond of the jokes made regarding the fact your other best friend is a Slytherin.

"So, how do I solve this?", he basically pleas at you as you sit down on the desk next to the fireplace, as far away as possible from your housemates. Every two in three students has made, or attempted to make, some sort of potion or spell to have something in their advantage. However, amortentia wasn't just "some potion", and if some were to find out that Hwang - head in space - Hyunjin succeded at his attempt they would never leave his poor ass alone, so for now your plan was to keep this subject as low-key as possible.

"Marry her." you say nonchalantly while, without his knowledge, already looking up all about amortentia, its possible side effects and how long it would take to wear off - if ever-, receiving a whine in return.

"It was really fun at first, you know? The flirting was cute, the smooches were great," and boy he put some emphasis on that adjective,"but now it's like she's obsessed with me! She's clingy and talks with that annoying voice and I can't seem to get rid of her!" Hyunjin throws himself face down into the old couch and whines again, words muffled by the pillow where he burried his face. "She's probably standing right outside the door just now!"

"Wait, what do you mean it was fun at first? How long has this been going on Hwang Hyunjin? And why am I only knowing of this now?", you turn around in your chair way too fast, hitting with your knee on the other chair next to you before facing the mop of brown hair all spread around the blue pillow.

"Well, I barely ever saw you all week!", the boy turns his head just the minimum amount to look at you, "You're either with your nose buried in those old books, or with your hands all over Lee Minho! Not my fault you no longer have time for your friends..."

"First of all," you pull out the pillow he's laying on, his face falling on the black cushion as a few curses leave his lips, "lower your tone! I did not spend the week with my hands all over Minho, I am tutoring him in potions!"

"Which you're not that good at, that's why you walk everywhere with those fat books..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes at you as he recovers the pillow from your hands again, "Don't deny it (y/n), you've got the hots for him!"

"Oh sweetie, I sense jealousy in your tone... is that why you gave Angela a poorly made potion?", you show him the page you've been reading between the backs and forths of your not so relevent argument, only for him to realize the potion should've worn off two days ago. Instead, it only got worse. "Perhaps you could use some reading too huh?"

The boy rips the book from your hands, grunting between his teeth sounds you doubted to be words as he makes his way out, only to shut the door as soon as he opens it, squealing loudly when his eyes meet the ones from the Gryffindor's brunette standing right in the middle of the hallway.

"I'm telling you (y/n), she won't leave me alone! It's like she's obsessed!", Hyunjin keeps his back against the door, afraid the girl could open it by some miracle driven by her potion induced feelings, hence she doesn't have the password.

"Well, you see Hyunjin... that's because she is! And it's your fault, you should simply face it..."

"Oh I'm going the kill Jeongin...", the boy grunts ignoring your words completely as the whines coming from the other side of the door overlapped them, "Can you go get him? Or get rid of her?"

You make your way to the door Hyunjin refuses to unblock and, when words and pushes didn't make the tall boy move, you had to resort to your wand, although the simple threat was more than enough for him to make way for you. He stayed hidden in the corner as you parted the door slightly to tell the girl her beloved had disapparated from there, and she should probably look at the quidditch court. The fact she believed you only proved how strongly she was affected by the potion, since everyone knew Hyunjin would never go to a sports court by his free will and disapparating into and out Hogwarts wasn't possible at all.

As soon as the path got clear you both made your way to the shrieking shack through the whomping willow everyone was so afraid of, but that was exactly why the three of you claimed it as your secret meeting place.

Jeongin was already waiting as you sent him a message through your magic notepad when you got rid of Angela, and you had to secure Hyunjin to not throw the book at the Slytherin boy who only laughed in return. The laughter didn't last long though, because you only stopped Hyunjin so you would be the one scolding the younger one, flicking his head the same way you did to the lover boy earlier.

"Hey! What did you do that for?", the boy frowned at you rubbing his forehead.

"To bring you back to reality, so you can both fix the mess you made!"

"But what's the problem?" Jeongin looked at you with honest confusion on his face, "Is this about the potion? You know that thing wears off in like a week or so right?"

"Exactly... do the math now genius..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes before leaning his back against the spiderweb covered walls.

The three of you spent the whole afternoon trying to figure out what went wrong in the first place, you analyzing every single detail of the procedure, and the boys trying to recreate every step they took to reach the final product. But, after hours of research and theories nothing seemed to have gone wrong, well except for the exaggerated and long-lasting effect of the potion.

"We should just obliviate the poor girl..." suggested Jeongin at one point, head in his hands as a sing of withdrawal.

“I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it...” You agree with him closing the book you were now reading for the fifth time.

"Are you guys serious? Because that sounds great! Can we get away with it?" Hyunjin's eyes were sparkling in hope as he shifted in his seat to a more straight up position, ready to do whatever it took to get to walk in peace around the school, without being unexpectedly smooched in the cheek and squezeed into a hug every time the girl spotted him.

"No, it's a joke!" You both sigh at your friend's desperation before calling it a day, deciding to resume your research first thing in the morning.

As per usual, you met with the boys for breakfast at the dining hall, though this time they weren't alone and you couldn't help out a giggle when Angela, as glued to Hyunjin as possible while feeding him something funny looking with a spoon, winked at you as soon as you sat in front of her and next to Jeongin. The latter looked almost as horrified as the pampered boy, and you had to focus to try and keep yourself from bursting into laughter before the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

Hyunjin looked like an annoyed pouty baby slumped in his chair - as an attempt to go unnoticed -, while the smiley girl, - one that seemed to have way too much energy in the morning -, pulled some strands of the boy's hair behind his ear before kissing his cheek, "You're so pretty Hyunnie-jin, and I hate to leave you," the girl pouts as she pinches his cheeks rather aggressively, "but don't worry sugarplum, I'll be waiting for you in the astronomy tower when you leave class." This time the kiss is aimed at his lips, but Hyunjin antecipates her intentions and dodges his head with a slick move, just not fast enough to be fully free of her, ending up with her lips awkwardly attached half to his jaw, half to the corner of his lip.

"So you decided to give in?" You couldn't help the grin that was forming on your face, finding it hilarious how the universe always had a way to keep things balanced.

"Shut up. I had to if I didn't want to starve myself, it was one sacrafice I was willing to take." Hyunjin furiously rubs his face with a napkin, as if it would erase the memory of the previous demonstration of affection.

"I say it's the karma, you were basically playing and manipulating her the moment you gave her the potion, now you face the consequences."

"It's like she's taking revenge..." Jeongin mumbles more to himself than to his friends, but he was still heard, and had now two pairs of eyes locked on him waiting for a further explanation to what seemed to be a pretty plausable theory. "We already concluded we didn't do anything wrong, right?"

"Yes, it's still hard to believe though..." you take a sip of your pumpking juice with a raise eybrow, honestly still impressed at how they pulled that off.

"So what if she got aware that Hyunjin gave-"

"We, Jeongin, we!! This wasn't just me okay? I just got the, uh, benefits?"

"Ok, sure, whatever... What if she became aware that we," emphasis on the pronoun as he glanced at Hyunjin, "gave her a potion and now that it wore off she is pulling this act as a pay back? Because, according to our lover boy, if it was nice at first then why would she suddenly start acting all obsessively?"

Both you and Hyunjin took a moment to reflect on this new theory, one Jeongin was really proud of as showed by his smug grin when he crossed his arms and relaxed back in his chair.

"I hate to admit it, but that makes a lot of sense... and explains why she winked at me when I got here..."

"Okay yes, she is faking it... why else would she wink at (y/n) when I'm the one she's supposed to be focused on?", the boy threw his arms up with a questionting - and slightly offended - look.

"Time for confrontation!" you were already standing up with Hyunjin following the lead, but you held yourselves back when you realized Jeongin wasn't moving, looking between the both of you still grinning.

"I've got a better idea..."

It was a terrible idea, you thought, and wanted no part in it at all so you let the boys discuss the details while you just sat there judging their poor life decisions.

The plan was for Hyunjin, instead of confronting her and get it over with as you suggested, to play along as if he too was deeply in love with her, and see who would break out of character first. As much as you tried to explain how childish and stupid the plan was, the boys simply wouldn't listen to you, convinced this was the best idea they've ever had.

Hyunjin got oddly excited about this and ran to astronomy class, already antecipating the act he would pull off when he'd see the girl waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs when he'd get out, leaving you and Jeongin alone in the dining all. The contrast of your opinions on this was pretty clear in your faces, Jeongin laughing loudly, you furrowing your brows and shaking your head in disapproval.

Then, all of a sudden, the boy stops laughing and looks at you, "What if they actually end up falling in love after all this?"

He sounded seriously concerned yet amused at the same time, while you only rolled your eyes at him before collecting your books and leaving for class as well.

"Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic."

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[pines-troz]

Weekend With The Warners Chapter One - Animaniacs & Pinky and The Brain

Summary: When the CEO tasks Pinky and the Brain with the important task of watching over the Warners for the weekend, Brain is prepared for any antics that the children have in store. What he didn’t take into account was forming a familial bond with the kids.

Word Count: 1,868

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27849962

This is a found family story with a good combination of fluff, humor, and mild angst. Contains Brinky and Non-Binary Wakko

Beginning AN: This is probably the most self-indulgent story I’ve ever written

On a dark and stormy evening, a mysterious figure entered a castle that overlooked a provincial village. Deep inside the gothic estate’s stone walls, the figure snarled as he trudged up the winding stairs, leading to the top floor. He let out a vicious cry as he opened the large wooden doors to the laboratory. 

Dr. Brainenstein, the lord of the castle, stood behind his chemistry set, the glass beakers obscuring his face. Upon hearing the door open, he dropped his studies and gazed upon the visitor with an eager smile. 

“Ah, Pigor, you’ve returned!” Dr. Brainenstein greeted his assistant with a confident grin. The scientist emerged from his chemistry set to reveal himself. He wore a fancy black coat, a satin purple shirt underneath a white collared shirt, and black pants. 

The monstrous shadow revealed to be a lanky and chipper mouse wearing a brown hood and a muted yellow tunic. “‘Ello, Dr. Brainenstein!” Pigor replied merrily, waving to his boss. The mouse carried a large brown sack with something moving about. 

Dr. Brainenstein slid down the table leg and eagerly approached his assistant. “How was the graveyard scavenging?” He inquired menacingly, whilst rubbing his hands. 

Pigor strained as he carried the large sack with his findings. “Oh, brilliant!” He cheerily answered. “You know, you would be surprised what the dead leave lying around.” 

“By the way, I’ve probably been in here a thousand times, but I’m always amazed at how beautiful your castle is!” Pigor complimented. 

“Thank you, Pigor.” Dr. Brainenstein acknowledged. “I employed only the top masons. Those schooled in the latest techniques of wall-stone craft.” 

The scientist curtly shoved his assistant off to the side. “Now, let’s see what you brought me!” 

Dr. Brainenstein eagerly opened the sack, expecting a horde of body parts for his latest scientific experiment, but was surprised to see the Warner children. Yakko, Wakko, and Dot huddled together and smiled at the mouse. 

“Hi!” They chorused, but Wakko belched loudly, blowing the scientist’s fur and jacket backwards like a strong gust of wind. 

“Sorry.” Wakko apologized, their cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. 

At that moment, Pinky and The Brain broke character and started laughing. The Warners soon joined in, and the five rode out their bout of laughter together. 

“Oh, classic Wakko.” Brain sighed as he wiped a tear from his eye. 

Pinky went by Brain’s side and wrapped his arm around the smaller mouse’s shoulder and turned towards the camera. “You better add this to the blooper reels! Zort!”

But the primal yell from the director brought the joyous moment to a halt. The five actors immediately huddled together as they were about to face the wrath of the man in the director’s chair. 

“What is this?” The director irately shouted. 

“Hey, Wellesley! Hope you don’t mind the surprise cameo!” Yakko replied with a playful smile to humor the irascible filmmaker. 

“Yeah, we just wanted to give our favorite mice a surprise visit.” Dot explained as she gently patted their heads. Pinky contentedly closed his eyes and began tapping his foot a mile a minute upon receiving the girl’s affection. Brain, too, was endeared by the Warner sister’s pats and smiled at her. 

“So I ate all the potatoes and we hopped into this sack!” Wakko concluded, happily stimming by flapping their hands around. 

“But the script says for Pigor to carry a large sack of potatoes and have Dr. Brainenstein to open up the sack and be squished by a pile of potatoes!” Wellesley angrily explained. “Now can someone get those pesky kids out of here and get back to the scene!” 

But before any of the crew members could intercede, Brain stepped forward, taking a defiant stand against the director. “Forgive me if what I’m about to say comes off as a crushing blow to your fragile ego, but I wholeheartedly disagree with your creative vision.” Brain argued. “I say we should keep the Warners in the short.” 

The intelligent mouse quickly retrieved the script from his coat pocket. “And one other minor criticism I have with the script is that I find the ‘wall-stone-craft’ pun to be awfully misleading.” Brain added with a stern frown. “While Mary Wollstonecraft was an illustrious writer, she did not pen the classic gothic novel Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus. Her daughter, Mary Shelley, wrote the book that this segment is parodying.” 

“Hey, the studio isn’t paying you to be a walking history book.” The director fired back. “And besides, potatoes are very funny.” 

“Perhaps in Idaho, but having a cameo appearance from the Warners would be keeping in the comedic spirit of Animaniacs in regards to rapid-fire visual gags.” Brain argued. “The kids are staying in the short, and that’s final!” 

Unbeknownst to The Brain, the Warners smiled as they watched their fellow co-worker stand up for them and make a compelling case for their inclusion. 

Pinky then rushed over to Brain’s side and faced the director. “Can the Warners stay in the segment? Pretty please, Mr. Director?” Pinky pleaded, using his best puppy dog eyes and simpering pout. 

Wellesley rubbed his forehead and gave in. “Alright, we’ll use the Warners, but the ‘wall-stone-craft’ pun stays. Now can we get back to filming please!” 

Brain smugly smiled, satisfied with the compromise. He then turned to face his dearest co-star. “Well Pinky, it appears that my excellent debate skills and your irresistible cuteness have saved comedy yet again.” Brain complimented, ruffling the taller mouse’s head. Pinky relished the small and gentle display of affection from Brain. 

“Aww, I thought I was the cute one!” Wakko sadly interjected. Dot merely rolled her eyes at her sibling’s protest. 

“Places people!” The director yelled. 

“Come on, sibs.” Yakko said as he stood up. His younger sibling followed suit and the three pulled up the potato sack and hopped their way towards the door entrance. Pinky followed the Warners and Brain immediately returned to his place behind the laboratory equipment. 

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Filming the rest of the segment went smoothly for the mice. Brain was able to ad-lib his rant after seeing the Warners in the sack, comparing their cameo to ‘layman’s detritus’. The mice were able to strike up a friendly rapport with the actress who played Drusilla in between takes. They listened to her fascinating background starting out as an extra on daytime soaps before making the move to horror movies and acting with heavy special effects make-up. Brain also managed to work in some improvisation near the final scene where he almost smooched his assistant in an earnest attempt to comfort him, knowing that the viewers would have a field day with that moment. 

Once they wrapped up filming the segment, Pinky and The Brain collected their paychecks and made their way through the Warner movie lot, holding hands as they strolled through the studio together. After years of wrestling with his repressed emotions and attending many therapy sessions, Brain finally professed his love to Pinky, and Pinky happily reciprocated his romantic feelings to Brain. The two started their courtship four months before they received the news that they would be returning to Animaniacs for the reboot. 

Brain ignored the curious stares from the other workers on the studio lot, instead focusing his attention on his hand, which was interlaced with Pinky’s. This was all so new to him. He was trying his best to navigate the challenging terrains of a serious romantic relationship. Thankfully, Pinky was ever so gentle and understanding with him. The taller mouse possessed strong emotional intelligence and he was able to help Brain let his guard down and help him come to terms with his own emotions. The smaller mouse was still slowly getting used to public displays of affection from Pinky. 

Pinky recognized Brain’s nervousness and started to make small-talk to keep his mind occupied. “Oh, that ‘Bride of Pinky’ segment was so much fun, Brain!” The buck-toothed mouse proclaimed. 

“Indeed it was” Brain politely replied with a small smile. 

“And your improv was on point!” Pinky praised. “Dr. Brainenstein trying to kiss Pigor after the loss of his monster wife was brilliant!” 

“Well, your performance was believable as always, Pinky.” Brain kindly complimented. 

“Yeah, I’m glad those last couple segments were more on the fun and heartwarming side.” Pinky added. 

Brain nodded his head. He was still bitter at the writers who penned that dreaded ‘Mousechurian Candidate’ script for a number of reasons. The material had angered him, but deeply disturbed Pinky to the point that he had been hiding himself in his trailer after each scene. Brain and Julia did their best to reassure their poor co-worker that they were only acting. But once they had received the scripts for ‘The Babysitter’s Flub’ and ‘Bride of Pinky’, Brain was relieved that the following segments focused on the comedic and affectionate relationship the two leads shared. This renewed Brain’s hope that the reboot would manage to retain the magic of the original series. 

Meanwhile, the Warners bounced around the movie lot, looking for a way to let out their energy. Yakko spotted Pinky and The Brain walking together. He stopped Wakko and Dot and gestured over to their co-stars. The three made one long leap towards the mice. 

“Hey, fellas!” Yakko greeted. “Listen, we just wanna thank you two for vouching for us earlier.” 

“We really appreciate you two standing up for us.” Wakko added. 

“Oh, your welcome.” Brain said. “It’s awfully rare that we cross paths in the show, but Pinky and I welcome your enthusiastic presence.” 

“Personally, I’ve always been an admirer of your sophisticated wit and earnest comedic chemistry.” Dot complimented. 

Pinky looked bashfully at Dot. “Zort! Oh you’re far too kind!” 

“Oh, I have something important to tell you two.” Wakko announced. “So I told my siblings this a while back, and I want you to know that I’m Non-Binary!” The middle child turned their hat around to reveal the pin of the Non-Binary flag on the front of their cap. “Egad, you have zero binaries? Why that’s incredible!” Pinky exclaimed as he eagerly shook Wakko’s hand. 

“That’s wonderful, Wakko.” Brain congratulated. “And could you kindly inform us of your pronouns?” 

“I currently use he/they pronouns.” Wakko answered. 

“Well, Pinky and I are very happy for you.” Brain kindly told the middle child. 

“Aw, thanks!” Wakko said with a sincere smile. Yakko playfully ruffled his sibling’s head, causing Wakko to give their older brother a soft shove. 

“Well, as much as I would love to converse with you further, Pinky and I need to go to the bank to deposit our checks, and return to the lab to discuss our plans for world domination.” Brain explained, tugging his taller partner along. “See you soon, children!” 

“Bye-bye kiddies!” Pinky addressed the kids with a friendly wave. 

“Bye!” The Warners chorused before bouncing about on their merry way back to the water tower. 

Unbeknownst to the mice and the Warners, they were being watched by Warner Brothers CEO, Nora Rita Norita, from the top floor of the WB office building. The businesswoman looked through the blinds and noticed the great rapport between the five actors. 

She flashed a menacing smile before releasing her grip from the blinds. 

Additional AN: So this chapter is mostly set up, establishing the friendly rapport between the Warners and the mice. 

Like my previous story, Those We Hold Dear, Pinky and the Brain work as actors and that most of the segments were filmed on the Warner movie lot (the period piece ones like How to Brain Your Dragon, Pinko and the Brain, Bride of Pinky, 1001 Narfs, and I added Mousechurian Candidate because of how poorly executed it was and the writers really did those characters dirty. And I was inspired by a post by @themurphyzone about episode 8 while referencing that episode in the story. While other segments like Ex-Mousina and Roadent Trip will be referenced later on in the story, occurred in-universe. 

And I chose to start the story with the characters filming Bride of Pinky because I loved that little cameo from the Warners and thought it would be fun to play around with the idea of what went on behind the scenes. Also, I decided to expand on that director who kept yelling when something went wrong while filming, and decided to name him Wellesley after the one of the producers of the reboot, Wellesley Wild. 

I also made the self-indulgent inclusion that Brain finally attended therapy because I love that grumpy little mouse and I wanted to at least have some of his emotional issues straightened out. 

As of now, this multi-chapter story is mostly complete, and I just need to add in some details in certain scenes, so I will do my best to post new chapters frequently. 

Thanks for reading! 

[cygnetofthesea]

Happy Mother’s Day, Iris

In honor of Mother’s Day, here’s a little bit of Iris celebrating with her family. Happy Mother’s Day to all the loving, doting mothers and mother figures!

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It was the smell of fresh coffee and the touch of soft lips pressing against her cheek and lips that woke her up. She kept her eyes closed as a smile broke across her face and the kisses traveled up to her lids.

She sighed in complete and utter contentment, reaching up to thread her fingers through her husband's hair. She stroked the thick locks, feeling his hum against her skin.

"Happy Mother's Day," he greeted her softly

"Thank you. How are the babies?" she murmured, her voice raspy from lack of use.

"Perfect as always."

Iris burst out laughing, finally opening her eyes to see Barry sprawled horizontally on his side of the bed, fully dressed and his legs dangling off the side. She leaned over and kissed the space between his brows, endeared by his goofy smile.

"Perfect, huh? I mean, they are perfectly beautiful but well-behaved? I don't know about that."

"They sure take the 'terrible twos' to the next level," he agreed. "The parenting books definitely were not written with them in mind. Want to sleep in a little more? You might need it."

He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead as she shook her head. "Uh-uh, I want to see the tornado twins."

They shared a smile, remembering how Cisco gave Nora and Bart the nickname after they had started vibrating slightly in place. They found that when the brother and sister were together and playing with McSnurtle, their excitement went up a level that caused them to vibrate in place. Barry and Iris had lunged to grab them before anything else could happen but it was safe to say, they kept the babies' interaction with McSnurtle to a minimum until Cisco finished his dampening bracelets for them.

Barry's smile dropped slightly, looking off to the side. She knew that look: his speed force senses were tingling, which meant the babies were acting up again.

Barry sped away and in a flash brought back little Bart and Nora in his arms as Iris sat up in bed. Her face lit up, any traces of grogginess washing away at the sight of her gorgeous babies. Her heart felt like they had doubled in size as she reached over to grab the nearest baby, Bart.

He made grabby hands at her, settling them on her hair and locket when she kissed his chubby cheeks. She leaned over to smooch Nora's too as Barry settled in next to her.

"It’s like      your    speed force senses were tingling," he said with a chuckle. "They spotted McSnurtle."

"Mama, Snurtle play!" Nora squealed before leaning over Barry's arm and turning to her mom as though she had the turtle she so coveted.

"Sn-snurtle play, Mama," Bart repeated looking at his mom inquisitively.

Iris smooched both her babies again after brushing their wispy curls. "Not today, babes. We're going to try to make it without incident today. Ok?" she asked, nodding with a smile.

The twins were only two-years old but it didn't stop Iris from talking to them like they understood complex language. She just loved the wide-eyed looks they gave her in return. Plus, Barry more than made up for it in the baby-talk department.

Case in point, he was leaning over Nora just then, adopting a goofy voice. "You wanna pway with McSnurtle the turtle? You want to pway wid him? Yes you dooo."

Nora just gave him the same wide-eyed look Bart had just given her. "Snurtle!" she repeated as though attempting to conjure him up.

Barry turned Nora to face Bart more fully and Iris did the same with Bart. They found when they didn't get their way, the best thing to do was let them play with each other and they'd forget all about their baby plights.

Barry grinned at Iris crookedly as the babies fought against their holds to play with each other. They released them, keeping a careful eye on their crawling bodies.

"I wanted you to have breakfast in bed without interruptions," Barry said, taking hold of her hand.

It was only then Iris noticed the familiar rolling breakfast tray covered with an assortment of her favorite foods and a single frangipani that could only be found in Bali. She spotted some familiar foods that definitely were not from Central City.

"Oh my god!" she squealed, drawing the attention of her babies before they turned back to their light wrestling. "Is that pan au chocolate from Gérard Mulot?" she asked in a perfect French accent.

It was her favorite bakery in Paris that she took Barry to on their third anniversary. She had fallen in love with the place that Barry made sure to get it for every special occasion or really, whenever Iris was in the mood for it.

Barry rolled the tray over her and let her dig in. "Yup and the one from Marais, too. Nothing but the best for my beautiful baby mama," he said pressing a kiss to her cheekbone.

She groaned in pleasure as the smooth, dark chocolate blended perfectly with the warm, flaky croissant in her mouth. "Holy sh-crap. If the kids weren't here, I'd pounce on you."

"Oh that can most definitely be arranged," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. He took the piece of pastry she offered, licking the chocolate from her finger. "Tonight, after the portraits and dinner, it's just you and me. I have a whole day planned with us and the kids, it'll be enough to tucker them out for the night."

"Oh yeah?" she asked, sliding a grape in her mouth as she looked at from underneath her lashes. "And what exactly is going to happen once the twins are asleep?"

He peeked at said twins—they were happily occupied with a Flash plush toy, squealing "Dada!"—before leaning over to lick at her lips, taking any of the residual pastry with him. He kissed her, letting his tongue slide into her mouth to taste her.

"Oh I don't know, maybe we could watch Inception and light up that oyster candle thing," he said in a deep and husky voice.

She knew he was using his bedroom voice and normally it would make her body tingle enough to tackle him, but his words made her giggle against his lips. She leaned into the kiss some more, tilting her head to take in his lips because yes, despite the humor his words evoked, she would always want him.

She pulled away slowly, watching as he took his time opening his eyes, the flutter of his lashes making her heart clench.

"You still really think it was that combo that knocked me up?"

He looked at her, his cheeks flushed with desire, but he looked sheepish. "Hey, the guy said oysters were an aphrodisiac." The guy being a young waiter at the Japanese restaurant where Barry had gone to pick up their takeout.

"Please babe, as if we ever needed any aphrodisiac. Your libido is plenty." She pulled at her lower lip. "So is mine, come to think of it. Who knew nerds were my weakness. Or maybe it's just you."

"It better just be me," Barry growled, pretending to bite her. She pushed at his shoulder with a laugh.

"Besides, it's the act of      eating oyster     that's supposed to be the aphrodisiac, not sniffing an oyster-scented candle. Which I still can't believe you tracked down."

"Ok, we can skip the oyster candle," he amended.

"Please."

"And how about I give you a nice massage instead."

"Yes, please."  

 "With Inception on or off?"

Iris snorted. "Definitely off. I don't need Hans Zimmer making our lovemaking feel dramatic and scary. But we are watching it first."

"You got it." He kissed again and then grabbed a familiar looking album. It melted her heart every time she saw it and remembered the first time Barry presented it to her.

Iris has been four months pregnant with the twins and hadn't even thought of Mother's Day other than to buy flowers for Nora and Francine's graves. Despite her mother being absent in her life, she was grateful that she had at least given her Wally and been a mother to him. She had brought the flowers home only to be greeted with a huge arrangement sitting on their dinner table next to a brand new photo album.

She looked at the arrangement curiously before turning to Barry who was bringing over a matcha mille crepe cake from her favorite place in New York City. She had been craving matcha anything as of late and Barry never hesitated to speed over to Prince Tea House over in East End to get them for her.

"Hey babe, I already got the flowers," she said, gesturing at the bouquets in her arm.

He beamed at her, his eyes soft. It was that look he always gave her, that was reserved just for her: as though she was a marvel he couldn't believe existed. As though she was the impossible and not him and his speedster abilities.

"They're for you. Happy Mother's Day, Iris."

 Maybe it was her hormones—most definitely—or maybe it was that look he was giving her, but Iris could feel her eyes welling up. Barry immediately set the mille crepe down and gathered her in his arms, the flowers crushing in between them.

"You're a mom, Iris. A beautiful, wonderful one at that. You have been since the moment Nora walked into our lives that day and you deserve to be celebrated."

 She sniffled and gave him a watery smile. "And you're a dad."

Barry shook his head. "It's not the same. I…I wasn't there for Nora like I should have been, the way you were," he said with regret and residual grief. "But I'm going to do better this time around. I will be anything you and our babies need."

Iris cupped his cheek, stroking the five o'clock shadow there. "I know you will."

She knew it in her heart that he would do anything and everything for them. She kissed him softly, savoring the moment with his scent mixing with the flowers around them.

She pulled away and looked at the album. "But what's that?"

He grabbed the album and presented it to her. On the front cover, he had placed a candid picture of her, smiling brightly with a frangipani tucked behind her ear and a bundle of them in her hands. Barry had made it a habit to collect a bundle of flowers that surrounded the resort where they stayed. It was a large and private area that made it feel like they were in their own little world.

"I want to commemorate every moment of this," he said. "Just like I want to honor every single moment of our lives together. You're the most incredible woman, Iris West-Allen, and I know you're going to be the most incredible mother. I want our children to be able to see their mother every step of the way. How she carried them with love and nurtured them with the utmost care and compassion. Even while they were wreaking havoc on her hormones."

He had looked like he was going to say more, but Iris couldn't wait any longer. She took the album from him and set them on the table with the flowers and kissed him with everything in her.

When she eventually pulled away, she pressed their foreheads together, their heavy breaths mingling together.

"I love you Barry Allen."

"I love you, Iris West-Allen."

And so began tradition. Barry had taken a portrait of Iris with their camera, her wedding ring sparkling brightly as she rested her hand on her belly, curving around it as though protecting their babies. And she was protecting them, just as Barry would protect her.

This Mother's Day, they would be adding a third picture to the album, with the twins slightly bigger than the last photo.

Barry hugged her to him, the album against his chest with her image on the outside. "Ready to add to this?"

Iris glanced over at her babies fooling around on their bed and then turned to her husband, her heart full. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

"Always."

[nervousmendes]

Canada - Shawn Mendes

Word Count: 2.4k words (fluff)

Warnings: No warnings, just extreme fluff and emotions

A/N: Writer AU based on the song Canada by Lauv ft Alessia Cara. She loves her life in LA but a new opportunity opens her eyes to a new beginning so she needs to figure out what she wants and get Shawn on board with it.

Anyone living in Hollywood knew that LA in the middle of March is not the best time to forget to pull the blinds before going to bed. Scolding herself, she turned around in an attempt to keep the sunlight away from her eyes, feeling Shawn's breath fan her face when she turned towards him. She opened her eyes and she couldn't help but smile with admiration for the man who was asleep with her in his arms. Her hand absent-mindedly went to the soft, brown curls that covered his closed eyes. She brushed them behind and grabbed a few locks in her hand gently, making him let out a sleepy groan. She crooked her neck slightly upward to softly brush her lips against his and when an involuntary hum came from his mouth she had to laugh at how much he enjoyed it even though he was fast asleep. 

Waking up in his arms with the sun lighting up their skin was something that she wasn't blessed enough to enjoy often. And she couldn't really do much but simply blame the fact that they both loved their professional lives, and wouldn't give up any part of finally getting to live their dreams for the sake of their relationship. Of course she hated the distance, and so did he. There were nights when they would miserably miss each other, and while of course they had the little technology they knew to see each other's faces and blow kisses via FaceTime, they wouldn't get the feverish touch of each other's skin that they craved, the endless kisses or the warmth of being in each other's presence that they both yearned for after a long, tiring day. Their only solution to balancing everything out was to make the best of the time they got with each other every now and then, and so, he got used to flying back on days off and she came to terms with taking surprise flights to go give her boyfriend a good luck kiss before he jammed out on stage whenever her job kept her free. Not to forget that it didn't really always pan out well with the mess of the schedules that they both worked on but nevertheless, they never stopped giving their relationship their all because no matter how hard it got sometimes, love is a magical thing that always overpowered everything else, so somehow it would all just work out in the end.

She sighed in content as she snuggled closer to Shawn, her hair softly tickling his chin. She looked up at him once again, and kissed him this time not giving a care for whether he was awake or not. The feeling of her lips on his woke him up, and she cringed at herself when he stirred, eyes fluttering open.

"Someone seems a little too impatient this morning, eh?" She smiled on hearing his morning raspy voice and pushed away the thought of not having it the next day. His eyes were half closed and his curls were a mess but she still didn't miss the twinkle in his eyes when he smiled down at her. It was now his turn to peck her lips, and as they met his mouth, he pulled her closer and swiftly lifted her off the bed and had her sit right on his stomach, hands splayed across his chest. 

"Says you, who couldn't wait till I was done with my phone call last night." Her cheeks heated up and he had a smug smile on his face as they both reminisced their shenanigans from the previous night, the way his fingers worked their way under her lacy underwear while she was engrossed in discussing something work related with her colleague.

The thought of work (and sex, but she can think about that later) reminded her of the email she received three days ago, the morning Shawn had returned from tour. It was about a job offer in Toronto to be an editor for a well established magazine. He knew she had applied for the position, in fact he was the one who pushed her to when she kept complaining about how it would be impossible to actually get it. She did want to talk to him about the offer, but only after she knew for sure whether she was ready for a big change or not. And after a lot of thinking she figured that the opportunity would open so many new doors for her to grow and establish herself. She loved her work in LA but she had to admit that it was monotonous and there was nothing new for her to learn from drafting those articles anymore. With the new job she could also be closer to her family, and at the end of the day Toronto is where Shawn's home is too, not that it was really a deciding factor but she still considered it. She never thought she'd be one to make career decisions based on her relationship. She grew up with the idea of being an independent, self sufficient and confident woman who stood on her own two feet with her head held high. But love came in the way, consumed her. He consumed her, gave her his all, and literally breathed for her. And it would only be a big, fat, shameful lie if she said that it wasn't the same for her with him.

So now here she was, sitting on his pretty tummy with her mind lost in thought, trying to find the right moment to bring up that goddamn email with the most luring offer she'd ever gotten since the beginning of her career. She didn't want to upset him by saying she wanted to move, but she needed to talk about it. She knew in her heart that the job fit her needs and her dreams. She knew it was the right place to go to, and no matter how convenient living in LA made her relationship with Shawn, it was high time she gave herself the opportunity to grow. And who was she kidding, she wouldn't ever find anyone more supportive than him no matter how hard she tried, so yes, she knew it would practically take nothing for Shawn to support her with this decision, but the fact that she'd have to do it by that night before he we went back on the road did give her a good amount of stress.

"Baby, is everything okay? You haven't registered a single word I said." 

His fingers resting on her waist drew small soothing circles on her skin as he pulled her closer to him, craning his neck up to meet her halfway and leave comforting kisses, the first to her lips and the second on the tip of her nose. She gave him a small smile that anyone would gladly accept, but Shawn being Shawn knew it was half-assed and could see the worry roaming behind her beautiful eyes. 

"So is this the part where you tell me what's wrong or do I have to ask again?"

There was no avoiding it anymore, she had to talk about it. She slid off his frame and sat down, pulling her legs close to her chest. The sudden change in her demeanor caused Shawn to straighten up against the headboard and face her. She saw the lines his concern drew on his forehead and before even she could reach her hand out to smoothen them his big paws engulfed her tiny, warm ones, fingers carefully lacing into hers. 

"Now spill, I'm listening." His reassuring smile that came after was enough to get the conversation started.

"Okay." She dragged, not knowing where to begin. His patient eyes didn't leave hers for even just a second as she reminded him of the application she made the first time and then told him about the offer, the position, the work she'd be doing and how it seemed a lot more interesting when compared to what she was doing at the moment. Shawn was always a good listener, and just like every other time, he paid attention to every detail and didn't cut her off a single time so that she could fully pour out how she felt about everything. She told him the whole story and finally let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in for that long.

"So yeah, that's what's up. I love the offer but I'm scared about moving and I don't know if it's the right thing to do."

"Okay first of all, I'm so proud of you, love. I can't ever say this enough but I am literally" a kiss to her lips, "sooo proud of you. I knew you'd get it, you are the most talented writer I know, and I mean that with my entire being." It was funny how even after more than a year of being with him she still giggled and blushed at his compliments like a kid in high school. 

"What does your heart say?" 

"My heart says I should take the leap and try something new. This is probably what I've always wanted in terms of my career. But I think-"

"No 'buts' baby. If this is what you want, you should go for it. What's stopping you?" 

"This. Us. Me being in LA makes it so easy for us, we always get to see each other a lot more because at the end of the day this is where we both work. And yes we're both Canadian but let's face it, how often do we actually visit home?" The crack in her voice at the end gave her away and her glossy eyes fell to their intertwined hands, tears threatening to spill out.

"Hey, look at me. Look right at me." He now had his hands pressed against her cheeks and he lifted her face up so she could meet his gaze.

"We can make this work no matter where you go. You could be in fucking space and I will still love you just as much as I do right now. I love you so much, but you will never hold yourself back for the sake of our distance. Not under my watch. Okay?" And that was all it took for the tears to tumble down her face, except for that they ended up being happy ones.

"I love you so much, Shawn."

"And I love you more."

Her hands went to either side of his neck and he pulled her closer as her soft, pink lips connected with his. He pushed his tongue against hers and kissed her back with everything he had. His neck tilted sideways to give her a better angle, their mouths doing a patterned choreography that they knew all too well. He ended it with one wet kiss square on her lips, the smooching sound making her giggle loudly. They stayed that way, foreheads touching each other's, her hands, one around his neck and the other grabbing his hair, and his arms wrapped around her tiny frame pressed against his chest. This was all they ever wanted, young and in love, staying in bed an hour after they woke up, silly kisses and even sillier I love you's. It was perfect. 

"So there's something I've been keeping secret for a while because I wanted to wait till the end of tour. But right now feels like the perfect moment to tell you. Also the fact that I don't think I can keep it in anymore, but that's secondary." 

"Go on." She nodded, sitting back down while smiling at him.

"I did a lot of thinking and I realised that the end of four albums and four tours is a good time to take a much needed break and live a little normal life." He made air quotes on 'normal'. "And it would also make more time for me to spend with you. We deserve to have a normal relationship too, you know?"

"Shawn I'm so glad you realise you need a break."

"Wait I'm not done yet, here's the best part. The condo in Toronto is dull and empty, so... I'm coming with you to Toronto. I'll be there as soon as I'm done with tour " He smiled at her.

"Shawn, you don't have to! You have so much going on for you over here."

"No, I want to. I'll stay for however long, record the next album over there whenever I feel like it, but I'm going to be right there. I'll be there after a long day of work to give you back rubs, I'll be there to cook you some pasta, give you endless cuddles, keep you up on a weeknight for.. you know what." He had to add a little wink in there. "Point is, I love you and I love my job but I need a break from it to love you and myself a little more. And there is nothing in the world that I want more than that right now. So yes, I'm coming with you to Toronto."

She was at a loss for words. She didn't know what to say. The wide smile pasted on her lips and the tears in her eyes told Shawn more than her words could ever. Not knowing how to react, she plunged into his arms with a shriek and he let out a loud laugh as his back hit the mattress, her body going down with his.

"This is really happening." She breathed out, feeling his lips press a kiss to the crown of her head. His fingers stroked her hair and their smiles didn't seem to fade for what felt like hours. She could already imagine going to see her parents or his on weekends, build forts for movie night, reconnect with their old friends and relatives, get to take Karen's dog on walks, house parties, everything. Just the mere picture of their life in Toronto was enough to fill her with a buzz of endorphins. It felt so right. It suddenly felt like her life was pieced back together. She was going to live the life of her dreams, this time with the man of her dreams. It felt perfect.

"So.. Canada, huh?"

"Canada it is." 

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do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!

dating headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)

also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo

atsumu

✧ boi’s a tease

✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL  you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave)  for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)

✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym

✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you

✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks

✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow

✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily

✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside

✧ however

✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing

✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”

✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”

✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often

✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are

✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face

✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner

✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:

✧  “hey, are you feeling okay?”

✧ “yeah im fine, why?”

✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”

✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice  

✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight

✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:

✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”

✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”

✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”

✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”

✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”

✧  “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare

✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you

✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual

✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”

✧  “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind

✧ “yes, because its been two days”

✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)

✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating

✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later

✧  “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”

✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk

✧ was the first to admit he loved you

✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”

✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye

✧  “y/n, i love you.”

✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss

✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol

✧ osamu just fake gags in the background

✧ later that day:

✧  “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”

✧  “dont push your luck”

✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day

futakuchi

✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were

✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty

✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you

✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line

✧  “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”

✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible

✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual

✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher

✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself

✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi

✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa

✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”

✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc

✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz

✧ on the walk home one day:

✧  “you hit a really good spike today”

✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”

✧ secretly loves and craves your praise

✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand

✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips

✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things

✧ wants you to rely on him

✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd

✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk  youre not allowed to look this cute

✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want

✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog

✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs

✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)

✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”

✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them

✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least

✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia

✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!

✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”

✧  “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”

✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper

✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you

✧ you told him you loved him first

✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door

✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”

✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss

✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”

✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place

✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching

[tbzhours]

sweetest distraction

kevin x you, college au, fluff 

[summary] you’re stressed over your school work and kevin becomes your (favorite) distraction  [words] 1k [a/n] this is the kevin we need :( 

Once you got back to your apartment from the last class of the week, you had turned on a movie where you couldn’t focus at all. Your head was just full of stress and all of the school work you had to get done soon before more was going to pile up. You tried to keep your eyes on the screen but you were rather distracted by memorizing the materials you attempted to retain an hour ago for the upcoming exam next week that you didn’t hear Kevin come in through the front door. 

He called out your name where you finally turned your head, shocked at his sudden appearance. He was smiling as he made his way to you, noticing the bags under your eyes. His heart was a little hurt, seeing you like that but he sat down next to you after he set the bag full of stress reliever goodies on the table. 

“Baby, why is this movie on? I thought we were going to watch it together.” He laughed quietly, his hands making noises when he pulled some snacks out from the bag. He handed a cup of warm coffee to you, his head tilting to the side as he tried to steal your eyes with his sweet smile. 

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to watch it without you. I don’t remember what was happening anyway.” You confessed, trying to smile, then you took the cup from his hand. “Thanks, just what I need.” 

You hadn’t had coffee all day so you grinned at him when you took a sip. Your brain was still drained, he noticed so he reached his hand to your face and caressed your rosy cheek before moving your hair away from the side, as if it was a habit of his. His eyes were so deep that you could feel your eyes falling into the ocean. 

“You’re doing okay, right?” He asked, his voice as soft as ever. You didn’t say a thing when he smiled, “I just recalled you saying how much projects you needed to get done for next week. Are they getting done?” 

“Kevin, I don’t want to talk about it.” You actually have more assignments overloaded in your bag as you didn’t want to think about it, even though they keep taking over your mind. You set your cup down then your hand covered your forehead as you closed your eyes. Kevin bit his lower lips, realizing he shouldn’t have asked that. 

“Don’t tell me you’re avoiding it by watching this movie.” He joked yet you caught the light sound of his voice, knowing he was just trying to make you smile. He took your hand away from your face and covered it with both of his hands, setting it over his lap. He had the more enduring smile when he soothed you, “You’re doing just fine. You really deserve a little break.” 

You looked at Kevin as if he was your savor of the night. Your eyes began to fill with tears before he slowly pulled you into his arms with your tears wetting his chest. His other hand patted your back as you shivered against his chest. He was smiling softly, hearing your heart cry in the silence as all he wanted to do was kiss your pain away. 

“I’ll stay over, okay?” He planted a long kiss on the top of your head when he assured you in a whisper. He hummed, hoping that you heard him, then he attempted to giggle quietly in hopes that you’d at least smile for him. “And I’ll make breakfast before you wake. Who knows, I might end up making more than I should because I love you.” 

You choked a tiny laugh, getting up from his chest to look at him. He saw the stress flowing from the streams on your cheeks and wiped them dry. You looked away from him as your cheeks were burning. 

“I must not look good.” You managed to say clearly through your crying voice. 

Kevin shook his head and pulled your face back to him. “You always do, to me.” 

He reached over to the bag on the table and pulled out a small pint of your favorite ice cream. He showed it to you when you gasped. 

“Kevin, you’re literally the best.” You smiled through the wetness of your face when tears were falling again from your eyes. He opened it for you and gave it to you with a spoon that came with it. 

“And you're doing your best, so I'm proud of you." Kevin boldly smiled when he leaned close to you with his arm resting on the back cushion behind you. 

Even though you had taken the ice cream from his hands already, you quickly dried your cheeks again to plant a kiss on the edge of his lips. You could feel his lips moving at your cheek too as you smiled into it. 

"Thanks." You whispered softly, your breath kissing him. He winked and pinched your cheek for your sweetness before going back to the bag because he wanted some snacks too. 

"Should we go back to the start of the movie and watch it together? Then I can help you with whatever you need tomorrow?" Kevin suggested after opening a bag of chips, taking out his coffee cup and taking the remote from the table. He pressed the buttons as the movie went to the start. He leaned onto the couch and glanced at you with coolness all over his face. He tapped his head up at you as you shook your head. 

"My goodness, Kevin, I love you." You frowned on the verge of spilling happy tears then he curled his arm over your shoulders and pulled you into him. 

"And I always love you." He smooched an air kiss before you turned away to the screen, then he really planted a kiss on your cheek this time. 

You might have glared at him as he playfully looked away, but it was times like this that helped you forget the things you needed to, to be able to gain strength again for the things you gotta do. Kevin was just like the ice cream in your mouth: all sweet and shit, who knows how to take care of the stress you wanted out of you. You didn't want to take this moment away as you rested your head on his shoulder, enjoying a lovely healing time with the one you love most. 

[hydra-collector]

worthless

AO3

Pairings: Loceit

Characters: Logan Sanders, Janus Sanders, Roman Sanders (mentioned)

TW: cursing, self-deprecation

Words: 2088

Summary: Logan is overworking himself to very unhealthy amounts. Janus steps in to help.

Note: Sorry for the awful name. I had to come up with something.

You don't deserve emotions.

Logan was like most other college students. Overworked, tired, and bored. He always made sure he had work to do. He figured if he failed something big at some point, he'd have extra credit to fall back on.

And he was tired.

He was crying at the moment. He'd just finished yet another assignment and had three more he had to finish today. He'd asked for them. This was his fault, there was no one to blame but himself he knew he had no reason to cry; he'd asked for this. He didn't deserve to cry. He'd discovered he was unable to avoid the fact that he had emotions, but he didn't deserve them.

Or maybe he did. Maybe it was selfish to wish to never feel because he'd never have to cry. To spend every day exhausted and miserable. Yet, maybe it was fair because he knew he didn't deserve happiness. Maybe it was just the sadness he deserved.

His boyfriend and friends had tried to convince him to stop torturing himself. It wasn't torture, it was insurance. In case he fucked up like he always does at some point. It was worth a good grade.

He wanted this.

He was going to come out of this smart. He’d come out of every step of his education smarter. He needed to. If he wasn’t intelligent, gifted, praised, who was he?

Nothing.

Should it have been music? Was it intelligent enough?

He asked himself every day if he made the right choice. Music was an art, more in Roman’s vein of interests. Yet, he’d fallen in love with classical music. Was there something wrong with him? Should he be pursuing a science? Trying to discover more about Earth’s wonders?

He picked up his cello.

It was selfish, but he needed to distract himself. He was too lazy to finish his work, despite only having four hours to do so. After he did finish them, he’d probably be up until at least 3AM working on everything due tomorrow. He wanted a break.

It doesn’t matter what you want. It matters what needs to get done. You have to finish, or you’re worthless.

He sighed and put his cello back. That little voice was right, although he was pretty sure he was already worthless. He said he’d finish them at least an hour before the deadline, but look what happened. He’d need at least an hour for the first assignment, two or possibly longer for the second, and an hour or so for the third.

And it had to be perfect.

It was doable. He could get everything right and perfect, he could make all of his work his best work in four hours if he was good enough. It was never perfect, but it could be. It should be. He just wasn’t trying hard enough.

Coffee. He needed coffee.

He would’ve stretched if he thought about his well-being anymore. He left his dorm for a moment to make some coffee in the communal machine and have a bowl of yogurt, which was probably his third bowl today and the only thing he ate at this point.

“Logan, love. You look tired.”

“I’m fine, Janus. I can’t talk long, I have to get on this assignment.”

“How many assignments have you done today?”

He wrapped his arms around Logan’s torso from behind, kissing his cheek in the process. Logan wriggled out of his grip, spooning the rest of the yogurt in his mouth.

“You don’t eat it with Crofters’ anymore. I’m concerned.”

“Too expensive.”

“I’m buying you some tomorrow.”

Logan poured his coffee into a mug Janus had gotten for him, adorned with a bowtie and fez (although his boyfriend wasn’t sure he even remembered what Doctor it was referencing anymore). He waved his hand in a goodbye as he headed back in the direction of his room, (without kissing his boyfriend, Janus noticed) coffee in hand.

“I’d rather work alone, Janus.”

He followed Logan anyway.

When Logan got back to his room, he went straight to his desk. He’d wasted enough time already. His head hurt, but he didn’t have any pain medicine. He was tired, just trying to keep his eyes open at this point. He was hungry, yogurt was not an adequate dinner. And he was exhausted. Not just from the lack of sleep and the normal kind of tired, but the kind of tired that comes from devoting all of your worth to something. Telling yourself it defines your usefulness, your worth, your meaning to other people. He’d keep working through it. He was never going to admit that to himself.

He didn’t deserve to acknowledge how he felt. He didn’t deserve to smile at things, for people to care about his pain. He didn’t deserve to get angry. It was always his fault. If he could keep working, maybe it could at least be his doing that he got a good grade.

 Stop debating your emotions and do your work. You worthless bitch.

 Worthless.

 Worthless.

 Worthless.

Something on his lap blocked his vision of the screen where he’d apparently been writing that word for a few moments. He wanted to see it again because it was true. A pair of lips- Janus’s- kissed him as his glasses were removed as well. He pushed his boyfriend’s face away, despite how much he wanted to kiss him.

“Janus, let me work.”

He instead dragged Logan’s rolly chair over to his bed and heaved him out of it. He squirmed, attempting to get free, but he’d already set him down and laid horizontally over his torso.

“Mandatory cuddle time. I don’t make the rules.”

“You’ve never followed a rule in your life, Janus.”

“But you have.”

Logan again tried to get up to leave, but his boyfriend only dispersed more of his weight over Logan’s chest, grabbing his neck and kissing him again. Logan gave up and hugged him back.

“Can I get back to work now?”

“Not as long as you think you’re worthless.”

 He saw that?

“I won’t be if I can just finish my work.”

“You’re setting your expectations too high for yourself. You don’t have to be productive to be worth something. In my opinion, you’re already worth more than the entire Earth.”

“That’s not- I’m not worth more than 8 billion people and almost 200 million miles.”

“You are to me. Cuddle time.”

“Okay, okay, maybe I’m not worthless-”

 You are.

“-but I told my professors I was going to get these assignments done. I can’t go back on that.”

“They’ll understand. They like me. I’ll tell them my boyfriend needs a break from all the work he’s been getting. Anyway, aren’t your grades already over 100% in at least two classes? They know you work too hard. And if they don’t believe me, I can get them… replaced.”

“No murder, Janus.”

“Does that mean you’ll keep cuddling with me?”

“At least let me do one-”

Janus kissed him, grabbing his face in the process.

“Sounds like a yes. Now shall we confront your problems with self-worth?”

“I don’t have problems with self-worth, I just recognize that I need to get my work done-”

“You think you’re defined by the work that you do. I know a liar when I see one, dear.”

“Do you want me to get all emotional and spill out my repressed feelings? Because I really don’t need any help with them, they don’t mean anything anyway. Kinda disa-”

He paused when he realized he was doing exactly that.

“That’s exactly what I want you to do. Why are you disappointed?”

He closed his eyes as Janus let go of him and brushed his hair out of his face. “No reason.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“I won’t kiss you unless you tell me.”

“Convenient, I won’t be plagued with more emotions than I already have.”

“I will kiss you until you tell me.”

Janus started attacking his face with kisses from the forehead down. He kissed his cheeks that had started blushing and his nose that he tried to turn away. He’d successfully rendered him helpless.

Almost.

Logan kissed him back in retaliation, grabbing his face instead so he couldn’t recklessly smooch anymore. He held his lips long, hoping it was enough to subdue Janus’s kisses for a while.

“I’d still like to hear about your emotions, L.”

“They don’t matter though.”

“We’re getting somewhere.”

“I only have two and a half hours left.”

“Please, Logan. I’m worried about you. Ignore your work. Focus on you. I can get you some ice cream to cope.”

“One, ice cream is very unhealthy, and two, I don’t have any reason to need to cope.”

Janus crawled off of Logan to grab his laptop, then came back to sit next to his boyfriend. He didn’t need to say anything, the screen said it all.

 worthless worhtles worhtles worthsles wothslss worthles worthlsess worhtless worhtlsss worhless worthless worhtlwss worhtlwss worhless worthless wothl

“You only stopped typing cause I sat on your lap.”

“I, I… wasn’t talking about myself.”

Janus deleted the paragraph and saved his document, closing the computer and setting it aside. He brushed Logan’s face gently.

“You’re crying Logan. I think you were.”

“I’m- I’m sorry, I- God I should stop crying.”

“Why?”

“I don’t deserve for people to care about me, I don’t deserve to show emotion. I don’t deserve anything but-”

He stopped himself from continuing.

“You do deserve that. And it’s okay to talk about how you feel. You can go ahead, I’ll listen.”

“I don’t deserve it, I don’t need it, I don’t w-”

He broke down.

The few tears turned into sobs. His back ached from sitting for so long, he was hungry and tired, so tired. Janus slid down from his sitting position to lay next to Logan and hold him. God, did he want to be held.

“I do want it. I want to tell you what I feel like but it’s so hard and- even I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to understand. I just want to help you, love.”

Logan took a deep breath. He gazed at Janus for a moment, then turned his head towards the ceiling instead.

“I think… I hate myself.”

“I hate myself,” he repeated.

“I hate myself, Janus.”

Janus pulled him close to his chest where Logan could bury his head in his boyfriend’s neck.

“I think that must be why I’m not satisfied with what I do. I’m not satisfied with myself, so I try to make my work perfect because I think that’ll make me perfect.”

“You don’t have to be perfect. No one is.”

“I’ve always been perfect. I can’t fuck up. I have to be able to work like a machine. I wish I was a machine, a robot, anything but human. Emotions- they get in the way. I need to be able to work. It’s all I’m good for-”

Janus took Logan’s hand with one of his own and turned his head with the other so he was looking at him.

“No. You’re you and that’s okay. You do what you can, what you want. And if what you want is to work and work and work, do that. But I don't think you want this.”

“But- it’s all I know.”

“...When, when you’re working this hard, all of the time, you start hurting yourself with it. And you’ve gotten to the point where you’re destroying yourself. You’re saying that living like this is what makes you you, but what I see is you… fading away. I miss you. You’ve become your work, but it doesn’t have to be that way. You haven’t had free time once this week. You’re hurting yourself. So much that you’re losing yourself.”

“I’m- am I hurting you? Am I fading away and hurting you?”

“Logan, I’m not who’s important here. You need to take care of yourself. You need to unlearn that you don’t matter outside of your work. You fading away is hurting you so badly, and yes, I hate seeing you so miserable, but you’re the one that’s hurting. I love you. I want you to be okay and happy. To do that, I want to help you break this awful mindset. You can be okay. You’re going to be.”

��How?”

“I’ll be there to help you learn. But first, we need to e-mail your professors to get rid of all this extra work.”

“I told them-”

“No. No extra credit.”

[cannibalcreeps]

(I'm just going to get this one out of the way this is the one that was saying maybe personal to you and that it is to me) How would the hiliker brothers react to finding out that their s/o is suicidal and and the only reason they found that out is because they found her cutting herself. Separately

TW// Mention of Suicide, Mention of Cutting 

I am not someone who is really good with dealing with another person who suffers from suicidal thoughts and actions, as someone who suffers to a similar situation I had to think on how the boys will act.  It is hard because on one hand they could be extremely dismissive and uncaring or they may attempt something if they care enough.  They care about each other enough to do something so with a s/o who has developed a deep relationship with them, I wrote them as though they care enough. 

So let’s get into it

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There is one thing to surely know about the Hilliker Brothers is they are not stupid to the concept of suicide and mental illness, they had been stolen and placed into a Sanatorium after all and have both seen and done many things, they themselves had cause self inflicted injuries themselves, more out of inbred cannibalistic insanity than depression or suicidal tendencies. 

They kind of understood how and why it happens, as children they had seen how it unravels in people, witnessed patients, guards and nurses harm themselves or commit suicide, sometimes because of what the three brothers done to push the staff members to such horrible fates by terrorizing them.  

So when they came across you cutting yourself, they would each react in their own way. 

Saw-Tooth:

His first reaction in catching you in the act of slicing into your thigh, the large man almost broke your wrist when he grabbed you to tear the small pocket knife from your grasp. You had let out a scream when he had grabbed you, more from the fact he had came out of nowhere and spooked you than the fact he grabbed you so harshly

Saw-Tooth let out a deep gutted growl as he lifted you up to your feet, ignoring your protests and tears, he would grab at your thigh and gave it a squeeze which caused more blood to ooze and trickle down your leg, the pain now more painfully searing than how it felt when cut into it. It was Saw-Tooth's way of demanding what you were doing, as though he was trying to ask '‘Why?!’ as his eyes glared into yours. 

You had to try and remember who you were in the presence of, Saw-Tooth was sadly the least emotionally sensitive of the three boys and all he saw was you damaging yourself for no good reason. But all you could do was sputter and sob at how he was reacting, cause him to huff and drop you down and look at the wounds you inflicted on yourself, giving you demanding gestures to clean yourself up.  After cleaning up the blood, patching yourself up and wiping away your tears, all under the disapproving glare of the large cannibal, would you slowly reach up to take a hold of one of his fingers, which he allowed. Your thumb tracing of the wrinkles and ridges of his skin before opening up to explain why you had such thoughts and how you felt as though you deserve to be harmed and hurting both on the outside and inside. 

Now that his temper had resided, he would take time to listen to your story and understand why you were doing what you were doing. He was silent, thinking of what he could do to make you stop but not much could be done other than to confiscate any sharp items in your presence and to have you watched 24/7. When you had finished, he would glance over to your teary face and reach up to stroke your cheek with his knuckles gently, catching a tear and wiping it away as he let out a gentle grunt, a small way of showing he did care about what was happening. From then on he’d be more observant, you will lose alone-time privileges and have at least one of the boys around you at all times, you had also lost any gifted weapons and not allowed to use sharp or dangerous objects without supervision. It was the price of keeping you safe from yourself, Saw-Tooth would be controlling and in his mind it was for your own good.

Three-Fingers:

You had not even heard the smaller brother coming up to where you were hiding in the bathroom, you had snuck away to deal with the personal intrusive thoughts pushing their way into your brain, it was too much and you had to do something to deal with them all.  So as you were curled up, a piece of broken glass in hand that was already covered in small droplets of your blood, you did not expect a thin gloved hand with only three deformed fingers to suddenly wrap around your bleeding arm and yank you up from where you were in the tub. Three-Fingers was strong for someone so thin and small, he was able to easily pull you up out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor, his grip tight enough that it felt like he was going to snap your arm in half as you let out a gasp and stared at him in shock from how he was currently treating you. He looked angry, twisting your arm to look at the cuts that was leaking blood down your pretty skin, his hairless brows coming together as he was trying to figure out why you were hurting yourself, you were no good dead, did you not understand how much he and his brothers cared for you and looked after you? 

You had let out a small whimper at how angry he looked, the fear in your eyes was enough to make him hesitate, his sharp blues staring deep into yours as he was trying to read you before letting go to grab something to stop the bleeding. He wanted you to explain yourself, but for now you were too much in tears to say a word as he was wiping away any blood and began wrapping up the wounds.

So through a series of sniffles, sobs and mumbles did you finally get to explain why you were cutting into yourself, the feelings you felt and the thoughts in your head and Three-Fingers was silent through the whole of it, not like he could say anything being as neither brothers could speak a single sentence of coherent words. When you were finished talking, your large wet eyes staring at the cannibal's face, your bottom lip out in a slight pout which he reached out to run a thumb across gently before moving it to stroke back your hair. He would give you a smile and tug you close to his body so he could wrap his arms around your body and hug you close, without words it was enough to tell you he was going to keep you safe and not alone, this was a struggle you wouldn’t need to be alone for though he could not help you all the way through, with some help from his brothers you would be a bit more monitored of course, he would become more wary of having deadly items around you now but would not confiscate them like a certain big man would. He would become a little more affection than normal and would encourage the other two to do so as well, as he thinks it would be a way to fix these thoughts you are having. Either way, you end up getting more hugs and attention than ever before.

One-Eye:

In many ways the middle child Hilliker was not the brightest in picking up signs of something not being right, while his brothers could sense danger a mile away, he was the kind of person who wouldn’t notice someone crawling under his feet. 

So when he comes across you digging into your wrist with one of the many knives that littered their home, he froze and stared at you and in response to being caught you did the exact same. Your eyes went wide and breath hitched at having this sweet man catch you in such a vulnerable state,  his expression gave away how confused he was at what he was seeing as though his brain was trying to figure out how you ended up getting blood over your arm and why you had cuts. But your sudden wave of emotions that hit you was enough to snap One-Eye out of his confused state as he quickly hurried to your sobbing form and wrapped his arms around you, pressing his forehead against your as he began rubbing your shoulder with one hand and the other reaching out to gently take the knife from your hand. One-Eye was not like his brothers in temper, he didn’t burst into rage so easily or quickly, this you were more thankful off as you turned your face and buried it deep into his neck as you let yourself sob as he did his best to clean up you arm, running a thumb over the open wounds which made them sting a bit more. He was confused by the scenario but was not going to let that stop him from helping you get cleaned up and feel safe, or what he thought made you feel safe. He didn’t demand anything from you other than tugging at you to stand up and follow him out of the bathroom and into the main living area where he could pull you to lay in bed and just hold you there. 

Without any sounds or disapproving looks One-Eye had done more by just holding you close than what the other two boys could do, sure it was no cure and your mental state was not fixed but it helped you in this current time as he just ran his fingers through your hair and down your spine, letting you rest your head on his chest and just hear his heavy set breathing and the drum of his heart beat. He would not let his brothers know if you wanted it to be kept a secret, but from now on One-Eye would be more vigilant in watching you and keep an eye out on what made you harm yourself. When you were ready you could tell the boy having him fully understand will be a challenge but he will listen to you just talking, hearing your words but not taking them in is what One-Eye does best and it gives you a chance to spill anything from your chest without judgment. This boy is really only good for hugs and smooches, if that is all the comfort you need that is all you will receive. 

[haileygarciasunshine]

Dark Empress

Part two

Read Part One here Dark Empress

Masterlist

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1,105

Warnings: Swearing, Fighting, Name calling

More parts of things that have been floating around in my head

I make my own rules when I write🤣😭

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You and Kylo Ren had struck up an agreement, for your “imprisonment,” he wouldn’t attack Finn and Poe. It wasn’t much, but if you being a prisoner meant your friends would be safe, then that’s what you would do. Your friends were your family.

It had been a month since, the dance you were invited to. It hadn’t gone as planned. Kylo, was a hard person to read, and an even harder person to break down the emotional walls that were put up. Since your negotiation, you had been given, a different uniform to wear. Deciding, to bend you were not working as a First Order, Doctor and only worked in the infirmary. The uniform was not something you liked to say the least. It was a black long sleeve tunic, with a black belt that had a silver buckle in the front to connect it, along with knee high black boots. 

Since becoming a First Order Doctor, you hadn’t seen Kylo Ren much. There wasn’t very many people who were nice to you. They still saw you as ‘Rebel Scum’ and if that wasn’t bad enough they often called you ‘Traitor’ to your face. After awhile, you gave up on trying to make friends with anyone in the Empire. Thankfully, you had your chambers as your sanctuary. You were stationed in the infirmary wing, so you often took your lunch break in your room, to avoid the awkwardness of walking in to the cafeteria and getting stared at. 

It didn’t take long before you were homesick for Crait. Homesick, for your friends, everything you left back home. Today, it hit you like a wave, and you were currently drowning, in the water. Kylo, had felt your sadness and your anxiousness, and tried to contact you through the force. You weren’t having it today. After, your shift was over you made your way to your chambers sighing in defeat. It had been a rough day, patients, weren’t too happy that they had gotten a ‘Rebel’ Doctor to patch them up. That didn’t stop them from saying hurtful things to you. 

Letting out a sigh, you couldn’t help the tears that had formed, now threatening to fall. Once, inside your chambers, the tears streamed down your cheeks, with no end in sight. It wasn’t long before you gathered your most comfortable pajamas, you thought it would be best to let it out, so you went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and threw yourself a ‘Pity Party’, in the shower.

Kylo, was overwhelmed with your self thrown ‘Pity Party’, and the tears that were streaming down your face. He felt a ping of his own sadness, because he has been distancing himself from you. It was something unknown and foreign to him. He shares the same romantic feelings you have, but he wouldn’t let himself feel them. To him, any sort of feeling was a weakness, that someone could use to their advantage, it didn’t stop him from his attempts to keep trying to contact you through the force. When it was apparent that you wanted nothing to do with him, he couldn’t help but frown and furrow his eye brows, thankfully nobody knew what type of emotions his face portrayed behind his black mask.

Today, started off different from every other day. Your presence was request at the bridge where Kylo and General Hux were. Hux, was never a fan of yours, always making it very clear. Once you arrived, both men turned their attention to you. Kylo, wasn’t wearing his helmet today, which made you curious. Looking at him, it wasn’t hard to see that he was trying to get inside your mind. Since, the last time he was in your mind and failed to gather any information, your connection to the force had strengthened. It allowed you to be able to build a deeper and stronger shield in your mind, stopping anyone from trying to see inside, this seemed to have caught him off guard. 

“Supreme leader. General Hux.”

General Hux gave you a sickening smile before greeting you, “Hello, Y/N.” He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on the back of yours.

This caused you to make disgusted face, at his actions before responding, “Uh, thanks, I think?” 

Making sure he saw that you wiped the back of your hand on your uniform pants, in disgusted.

“Why am I here?”

“There’s some men who have seem to caught something, and we just want to make sure it’s nothing serious.”

Nodding in understanding, Hux, lead you to the side, area that had five men, who you assumed, needed your medical attention. Kylo, being curious as well as being protective, was leaning against the frame, making sure that none of the men over stepped their boundaries. 

It was five hours later, when you finished. Each of the men had something different from the last, ranging from Mono to strep throat, to a dislocated shoulder. You hadn’t noticed the tall mysterious man, standing there until it was time for you to pack up, and turn in. 

Turning to leave, you jumped causing you to drop your bag of your equipment.

Placing your hand over your heart you said, “Geez! You scared me!”

Chuckling, he picked up your bag for you, before he placed it on your shoulder, the gentle gesture, causing your cheeks to heat up. 

“Sorry.” His husky voice sounded, “I had to make sure none of the guys over stepped.” 

“Why does it matter if they do?” You asked dumbfounded.

Clearing his throat, a blush crept across his face realizing how close the two of you were standing, “It doesn’t!”

“Wait!"  You exclaimed happily, “You like me!”

“I do not!”

“Admit it! You think I'm gorgeous... You want to kiss me... You want to hug me... You want to love me... You want to smooch me... You want to hug --”

Before you could finish teasing him, both of his hands found your neck, pulling you to him before his lips were placed over yours. Your hands made their way, his his waist and fisted his black top. Turning his head slightly, his warm tongue, ran along your bottom lip. Allowing him, access he groaned at the contact of your tongue on his. One, of his hands moved into your hair, holding you tightly, as if you weren’t real and would fade away any second. Suddenly, you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. 

Reluctantly, you both unwrapped yourselves from each other, resting your foreheads together before Kylo’s, deep voice sounded,

“Yes, Y/N, I want to do those things.”

[shapeshiftinterest]

This Could Be Us But You Playin': badgermao & shadow badgermao (CH 3)

Mao and Shadow Mao return to see that the HQ has been trashed

Adorabat explains

sidenote: she doesn’t know what the Badgerclops’ were talking about, just that BC was choking on some toast

story under the read more

This Could Be Us But You Playin' (also on ao3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Both Maos dropped their grocery bags in shock, eyes widening. 

Mao held his head in disbelief as Shadow Mao lifted a hand to where their mouth would be and let out a silent gasp.

The living room, office, and probably the kitchen, were all a mess. Papers were scattered everywhere and a good half of the furniture was overturned. 

The living room table was split in half, random memorabilia still on fire. Burnt toast was everywhere, on the floor, the walls, even the ceiling. And was that- 

“SOFIA!!“ Mao cried, rushing over to the rafters. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you down from there!“

While Mao was freaking out over the couch, Shadow Mao sprinted towards the kitchen. 

His boyfriend was doing a hand stand while Badgerclops sat backwards in a chair and drew his portrait... in ketchup. Shadow Mao looked past them to see Adorabat T-posing on the kitchen table.

But where was- 

*thump*

The sound brought his attention to their adopted deputy, stuck head first in a box of cookies and struggling to get out.

“BADGERCLOPS WHERE ARE YOU?!“ Mao shouted from the living room. 

“UH, I’M KINDA BUSY HERE MAO” he scoffed, continuing to smear ketchup on the canvas. “Some people just don’t appreciate my creative ways, y’kno?“

“DROP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND HELP ME WITH SOFIA!!!“

“NO WAY MAN, DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO PAINT SOMEONE DOING A HANDSTAND?!?!“

Shadow Mao shook his head at them before trying to get Shadowbat unstuck, gently tugging the box off their head and wiping the crumbs off.

They blinked and ‘squee’ed at their guardian, the bat’s eyes turning into happy slits as they rubbed the top of their head against his chin in thanks.

Shadow Mao set them on the table next to Adorabat, who was now shoving pieces of toast in her mouth and offering a few slices to her new table buddy.

Mao had also moved to the kitchen and was now in a shouting match with Badgerclops while Shadowclops buttered another piece of toast and watched.

They noticed their shorter companion walking over and handed them a slice with some jam on it, shoving the other 3 pieces into their ‘mouth’ and leaning against the counter.

The cat shade crunched half of it and tossed the rest back to their companion, who snapped it up mid air, before quick stepping behind Mao and putting a hand on their shoulder.

Mao paused, looking over his shoulder at red eyes. He glared for a bit and sighed, pinching the bridge between his eyes. 

“Alright, just. Everyone into the living room. Badgerclops, could you please help me get Sofia down from the rafters.”

                      -after getting sofia down and putting out the fires-

The Maos stood in front of the broken coffee table, arms crossed as they looked at their deputies.

“Can any of you tell us what happened to HQ while we were gone?“ 

The deputies shared a look but stayed silent.

Mao glowered, foot tapping impatiently. Shadow Mao picked up a piece of toast and waved it at Shadowclops. ‘What’s up with all the burnt toast??’ they signed.

Shadowbat rubbed the back of their neck with one of their wings. 

Mao looked off to the side, “Fine, you leave me no choice, but to withhold the snacks we brought for you until further notice.“ 

Four sets of eyes snapped to attention.

Badgerclops gasped, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, but I would. And the longer you say nothing the colder they’ll get.”

‘You monsters!’ Shadowbat signed.

Shadowclops put a hand to his forehead, feeling faint.

“Wait!“ Adorabat called out, just as the Maos were going upstairs. “We’ll tell you.“

“Adorabat what are you doing?“ Badgerclops whispered.

“It has to be done! I wanna know what they got us.“

He made a slightly troubled face before conceding.

Adorabat took in a breath “It started like this.“

                                 -a few minutes after the Maos left-

Badgerclops walked into the living room, an Adorabat on each shoulder. Shadowclops looked up from their borrowed Switch but kept pushing buttons rapid fire.

“Sup shadow me, wanna join us and mess around with the toaster while the Mao’s are gone? We’re gonna see how much bread it takes to built a fort out of toast.“

Shadowclops nodded eagerly, saving their game and tossing the Switch onto the couch.

                                   -an ungodly amount of toast later-

“It’s so beautiful.” Badgerclops choked out, wiping a tear from his eye. 

Shadowclops put a hand on his shoulder and handed him a napkin, glowing with pride at the toaster fort they’d made in the living room around the couch. 

All four deputies were decked out in their own toast outfits, personally decorated with different colored jams.

“Badgerclops, we should take a picture to show Mao Mao!“ Adorabat said, tugging on his belt.

“Good idea 'dorabat.“ Badgerclops pet his toolbelt pockets. “Now where did I...?“

Shadowbat swooped over them, dropping the phone into his hands.

“Oh sweet, thanks lil dude.“

They gave him a thumbs up from their perch on Shadowclops’ shoulder.

“Ok everybody, say, ’deputies!’“

“DEPUTIIIIEEESSS!!!“

*click!*

‘Send that one to me.‘ Shadowclops signed.

“Fo’ sho my guy, fo’ sho.“

It wasn’t long until the four were tag team playing against each other. 

Badgerclops fell back against the back of the couch, careful not to knock his toast crown against the top of the fort as he passed his controller to Adorabat.

Shadowclops sat on the opposite end, decked out in similar toast duds. The two watched as their smaller deputies duked it out on screen. 

He leaned over, catching the other’s attention. “Hey so like, what’s up with you and Shadow Mao?“

Shadowclops turned his head and tilted it. ‘What do you mean?’

“I dunno like,” Badgerclops covered his mouth, whispering “why d’y’all smooch so much? Are you heroes with benefits or something?”

He jokingly wiggled his eyebrows at the other and broke off one of his shoulder armor toasts, biting through half of it before reaching for the peanut butter jar.

Shadowclops snickered, signing something that made Badgerclops’ face burn. Most likely due to choking on his toast, but also from embarrassment.

‘Are you ok?‘ Shadowbat signed, their head popping over the edge of the fort to look at him with concern, miniature toast crown slipping a little.

“Y- *hHrGk* yeah,” Badgerclops hacked, giving the Adorabats a thumbs up “never better!“

Shadowclops thwacked him on the back as he continued to wheeze. 

“Thanks man.”

‘no problem :).‘

Absentmindedly he shoved his other shoulder toast into his mouth. Anything to get his mind off of Shadowclops signing ‘dude, we’re lovers, lol’. 

Sure, he’d thought about it a few times when he was alone, or when he and Mao’d had a soft moment together.

And yeah, maybe they made out before when they’d been on the road *cough* and in his art and some of his dreams *cough*. But officially?

Badgerclops’ brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. Officially they were partners, co- heroes. They were best buds protecting Pure Heart Valley along with Adorabat.

He glanced back at Shadowclops, Shadowbat was splitting part of their crown and giving him half. He wondered what it would be like to have that kind of relationship with his Mao.

“Whoops!“

Adorabat’s controller clattered as it hit the floor, skidding under the couch and breaking Badgerclops out of his thoughts.

“Sorry! Could one a y’all get that for me?“

“Oh yeah, sure.“ 

He blindly searched for the controller with this robo arm, something thunking against it. “I think I got- oh no. GET OUTTA THE WAY!!“

Badgerclops’ arm started to spark, flipping through different modes before settling on the blaster setting. 

“Nonononono. SHADOWCLOPS, SAVE SOFIA- AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!“ he yelled, arm rapid fire blasting through the toast fort and parts of HQ.

Badgerclops rushed out of the fort, tripping on the living room table and breaking it in two, a wayward beam taking out part of the ceiling.

His shadow version managed to yeet Sofia into the rafters a little farther in.

Shadowbat was frantically trying to remember where the fire extinguisher was and just kept breaking thing she thought it would be in. 

Meanwhile the strength of the blasts had forced Badgerclops into the kitchen, where he and Adorabat were hitting his robo arm in an attempt to dislodge the magnet stuck inside. 

Adorabat gave up once the toaster exploded, poking at the base of the prosthetic the way she’d seen Mao do before. 

After a few tries the rogue arm sent out a strong blast, catapulting itself through one of the closed windows and into the forest.

All of them were breathing heavily, Badgerclops went to get his spare arm while the other three put out some of the more immediate fires.

Tired, and still a little on fire, they sat at the kitchen table. 

“So it’s agreed? We don’t tell either of the Mao’s what happened here.“ Adorabat said, wings folded in front of her.

                                                 -present time-

“And that’s what happened!“

“Wait, so you’re telling us, that Badgerclops’ arm got a magnet stuck in it and is still blasting stuff in the forest?“

The deputies looked at each other. “Yes.”

Shadow Mao sighed rubbing his temples before looking at Mao and shrugging. 

‘We’ll deal with it later, groceries first.‘

“We’ve decided that because of the damage done to HQ, the four of you will NOT be getting your snackies,“ he paused “... until you clean this mess up and deactivate that arm.“

The deputies deflated. “And to motivate you to get the job done quickly,” Shadow Mao poured the contents of the bag into a bowl 

“tadaaa!! mini cobbler filled beignets, specially made from Muffins’ bakery.” Mao said with a flourish.

“OOOOOOHHHHH!!!“ The deputies leapt out of their seats, rushing to different parts of the room and getting started.

The Maos nodded at each other and Mao made his way to the kitchen, not noticing Shadow Mao sneak 2 of the treats to his shade deputies.

[onegayastronaut]

Twinning! (Hope Mikaelson x Reader fic)

Requested by anon: Hey! I’d like to request being hope mikealsons twin sibling. Just how that family and friend dynamic would work - would they be a second tribrid, a hybrid, a single supernatural something (witch,vamp etc)? Interactions with fam and friends. Home life at the compound, and at school. Training with hope. Hope being annoyed about how you’re taller than her and insist on jumping on you so she can be tall too... etc. really love your blog btw :)

Word count: 1154

Being Hope’s sister was both the best and worst thing in the world. It was the best thing that could have happened to you because there was no one else in this world that you would rather spend all of your time with. And it was also the worst thing that could be because of what was currently happening. Ever since you and Hope had hit puberty, you had experienced a massive growth spurt, whereas Hope….stayed Hope. There was an inch grown here and there, but she still only managed to reach your armpit in height. It was infuriating to her because she was supposed to be the same height as you were! Wasn't that part of the deal when it came to being twins? So, in order to compensate for nature’s apparent mistake, Hope was currently perched on your back as you made your way towards the kitchen in the quest for more food.

“You know, I'm getting really tired of carrying around dead weight whenever I want to go get some food.”

“Oh shut it (Y/N). You're a tribrid, so it shouldn't be a problem carrying me around.”

“Last time I checked, I had a sister who was also a tribrid. Maybe she should learn how to walk on her own and not depend on her sister for such basic tasks.”

“Maybe I like this more than you know. Now stop talking and get us to the kitchen.”

You rolled your eyes as you made your way towards your favorite part of the house, the kitchen. Aunt Freya and her girlfriend Keelin were making roast pork, and your stomach growled as you picked up the scent. It appeared that Hope was hungry too as she jumped off your back and yelled, “The first one to make it to the kitchen gets to eat most of the food!”

“Hey, that's not fair! I carried you most of the way here!” You realized that you were yelling into thin air, so you went off at a run in an attempt to be the first to sit down at the dinner table.

When you managed to get to the kitchen, Hope was already sitting in her seat with a huge plate of food in front of her and a smug smile on her face. “Nice of you to join me for dinner, (Y/N).”

You answered her by giving her a mock glare and sat down opposite her. “There had better be some left for me after you're all done.”

Before Hope could throw a piece of food at you, you heard one of the doors close. “How are my two favorite girls doing?” Your dad came out from his room and gave both you and Hope a kiss. Apart from Hope herself, Klaus was the only person who knew what it was like to be born as more than just a vampire or a werewolf. Your mom was really helpful with helping you and Hope control the werewolf side of your nature, whereas Aunt Freya gave you her grimoires to study. It felt great to have all of your family members be so supportive of all of your different abilities, but there are times when you actually preferred to be at the Salvatore School. There, you were surrounded by people your own age, and attention was not constantly on you. There was also combat training with both Dr. Saltzman and Hope to look forward to every week. Also, there was also the matter of Lizzie being at the school. Throughout the last few months, you had developed a kind of friendship with the blonde, and you hope to be back soon so you could see her again. You only realized how distracted you were until Hope leaned into your field of vision making smooching noises.

“Thinking about a certain blonde, (Y/N)?”

“Shut up, Hope! I was thinking about school.”

“Mm-hmm.” Hope raised her eyebrows as she took another bite.

“Which blonde are we talking about?” Your dad and Aunt Freya both sat down and looked at you with interest.

“I will tell you when and if there is something to tell. The keyword is if.” You could feel your ears starting to burn up with embarrassment,  and Hope’s poor attempt at concealing a snigger made your ears feel hotter than before.

“Speaking of which, how is school going?” Your mom chose this moment to come to save you from further questioning.

“It’s going pretty good. Hope and I are training regularly with Dr. Saltzman, and we’re learning how to control our abilities at school. It’s pretty fun.”

“Why aren’t you telling her about your ‘thing’ for...you know who?” Hope was cackling as she stuffed more food in her mouth, and the entire family turned to look you.

“The person that Hope is talking about...is Lizzie Saltzman.” You could feel your face burning again.

“Ohhh… one of the Saltzman twins. Well, if she gives you any trouble, I’ll go to the school myself and this girl can and I can have some words.” Everyone rolled their eyes at Klaus as he took another sip of whiskey.

“Well, tell us how things go and we’ll take it from there.” Your mom glared at your dad as she went to go get some food.

“Now, didn’t it feel nice to finally tell the truth about your feelings to everyone?”

“Shut up, Hope!”

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Life at the Salvatore School was as close as you could expect to be normal. People treated you like one of their own, and you got to spend as much time as you wanted with your sister. There was just something about living with fellow supernatural teenagers that made you feel at home.

“Did you know...that I feel your technique improving with every training match.” Dr. Saltzman barely managed to grunt out his words as your sticks clashed together. There were beads of sweat collecting on his forehead, and you gave him a very smug smirk.

“At least you’re not training with Hope. I know for a fact that she does not let up until her opponent is flat on the ground.”

“You know...I can hear you.” Hope’s moody voice carried from the grass as she sat on the side looking at her phone.

“I know you can hear me, which is why I said that in such a loud voice.”

“Everyone knows that I can still beat you on your ass, which is why you’re so jealous of me.”

“Who’s the jealous one? You’re the twin who got the shorter end of the stick.” You laughed as Hope threw a clump of dirt at your direction.

“Okay, since the two of you seem to be itching for a fight, you might as well get started.” Dr. Saltzman handed Hope his sticks, and Hope immediately hopped down and faced you.

“Ready to start, sis?”

“Ready whenever you are.”

[myownpersonaldemons]

Self-Tober Prompt 4

Rainy

Grillby/Self

You woke suddenly in the middle of the night to the soft glow of your husband and the soft pitter-patter of rain on the roof. It was so soft at first that you didn’t notice it over the ambient noise that Grillby made, but it was there. The sound grew and then faded with the wind shifts, and you felt the chill seeping into the room from the window. Grillby shifted, his flames dimming a bit more like a particularly cold gust of air entered the room.

Maybe you should close the window?

Nah. Your sleep-addled mind didn’t want to move, simply enjoy the warmth emanating beside you, and the soft seep of chill on your foot that had found its way out of the bed covers in the middle of the night. What your mind did allow, however, was for you to shift your head towards Grillby. Your husband.

A sleepy grin stretched over your face.

Your bondmate.

You couldn’t believe that he was yours...and you were his.

Even almost at your one-year anniversary.

It had rained on your wedding day as well much to both of your dismay. The two of you shared very opposite opinions on weather and water. He loved hot, dry days while you preferred cool, rainy nights like this one. However, as small as your wedding with Grillby had been, the two of you had planned for an outside wedding...and every time you checked the weather report it had said that the day would be clear skies but a cool wind, perfect. Then...you woke up to a thunderstorm that lasted halfway through the day and then pittered off into a simple rainstorm for the next two days.

When he had apologized to you, upset that the two of you couldn’t have the perfect day that the two of you had been envisioning for months, you had told him that you would’ve been okay with getting married at town hall with only one witness in your pyjamas if it meant marrying him. You honestly didn’t mind that everything had to be packed up and the two of you ended up getting married to each other in his bar.

You rolled onto your side, slowly waking up the longer you watched his flames dance about his head and thought about your life since you met him. God. It had been purely by chance that you had met him...and funnily enough, it had been raining that day as well. Your friend had roped you into a cooking class because she hadn’t wanted to go alone.

Grillby had been there with Sans, both dragged into it by Papyrus who insisted that Grillby learn how to make something other than greasy bar food. (Which, you knew he knew how to make more than what was on the menu because you had dated him for five years before you got married.)

He’d walked in, grumpy about the rain with Sans making rain puns, and you’d been stunned to see him and two walking skeletons. You had been well aware of monsters before then, but the three of them together were a sight to behold. Of course, you actively made sure you didn’t stare at people and they were no exception, so besides a little glance at them when they entered, you didn’t really spare them another look. Even if you couldn’t help but notice the firey monster every time he came into your peripherals.

If it hadn’t been for you and Papyrus literally bumping into each other at the end of the class, you wouldn’t have ever spoken to Grillby. You wouldn’t have stuttered your way through a confession. You wouldn’t have fallen so quickly in love with him that it had hurt to breathe. You wouldn’t have moved into his apartment above the bar. You wouldn’t have slowed danced with him in the living room after watching a romantic movie and you pointing out that you knew no couples who just randomly slow danced together to no music.

You wouldn’t have learned that he was a cheesy romantic who could make you feel so comfortable and yet so breathless at the same time.

Ah yes. It was four am, it was raining, and you were getting mushy and affectionate.

It was okay, however, because he was asleep and you didn’t have to explain anything to anyone. There was no one to judge you and nothing needed to be hidden away.

You could think all night about your husband and no one could stop you!

“...why’re you awake?”

His voice actually startled you into jumping slightly, and he sat up slightly but then sent the window a weak glare. He didn’t like the cold, but you honestly needed to have a window cracked or the a/c going when lying next to him or you’d overheat and you hated being too hot.

You shrugged lightly, “woke up.”

A hum left his mouth and he glared again at the window before lying back down, this time on his side facing you. You smiled softly at him as he picked up your hand and gently kissed the knuckles. You could still see the sleep in his eyes. He was barely holding onto his consciousness as the two of you laid together, listening to the rain. Another gentle kiss to your knuckles before he laid your hand back down. You immediately missed the warmth. The cold was becoming a bit too much. Damn autumn rainstorms.

You didn’t have to miss the warmth for long, as he rested his hand on your hip and gently messaged the exposed skin above your sleep shorts. You sighed happily and curled closer to him. If you weren’t being lulled into the limbo between sleep and wake you would’ve wriggled closer to him for an early morning cuddle. Grillby’s hand stroked from your hip up your side and then slipped around to rest on the middle of your back before drawing you closer to him.

Another content hum left you, and he pressed a kiss into your hair as his fingers began to knead the forever tense muscles that made up your back. You lazily slid your leg in between his, and sneakily slipped your hands under his shirt to rest against his warm chest. He jumped slightly, making you tilt your head back to look up at him.

“...your hands are freezing,” he complained quietly, blowing some harmless sparks against your face causing you to giggle. You almost missed the affectionate smile he gave you, but you didn’t miss the half-hearted glare as you pulled your hands away and stuck them out of the blankets. “...don’t you dare.”

“Don’t what?” you giggled, “You’re just too hot that I overheat.”

He rolled his eyes, “That’s why the window’s open.”

“Exactly,” you said before withdrawing your hands beneath the blanket once again.

“Don’t stick them up my shirt,” he warned, so you did the mature thing.

You stuck one of them down the back of his pants causing him to jerk towards you. You gave his butt a squeeze for good measure too. He sighed, but you saw him struggling to keep a ‘scolding’ look. His flames gave away his amusement and affection. “That’s not what I meant.”

He pulled your hand out from his boxers and pinned it to the bed. You saw the half-hearted glare turn mischievous and you smiled up at him, warily. So, you did what any sensible person would do, remind them that you were their loving partner. 

“I love you?”

“I love you too,” he huffed, kissing your temple. “But I do need to get my revenge.”

Without warning, he yanked the bedsheets off of you and the rush of cold air against you had you immediately diving towards him. He laughed and quickly replaced the sheets over you.

God. You loved this flaming man.

But it was on!

You twisted around so you could be the little spoon, snuggling back against his chest. However, as he went to wrap his arm around you, you tucked the blanket closer to yourself and then rolled away from him. Successfully burritoing yourself and facing him again. You stuck your tongue out and buried yourself a bit deeper into the very toasty blankets. It was always like snuggling into sheets fresh out of the oven, and each morning you thoroughly took advantage of slipping onto his side of the bed when he got out.

“That’s not fair,” he huffed, but amusement danced in his eyes as he sat up. “You’re too cute.”

“M’burrito,” you mumbled into the fabric, and gave him a pleased look.

A roll of his eyes but then he grabbed the end and yanked.

Neither of you expected that you’d be unwound straight off the bed and onto the cold hardwood floor.

For a moment you sat there, completely still, staring up at the ceiling until Grillby’s head popped into view and you saw the extremely concerned look on his face, mouth opened in an apology.

You burst out laughing.

You were so glad you married this man.

He got off the bed and crouched beside you. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head?”

You shook your head, wheezing slightly. “I just...that was- and your face!”

Grillby’s head tilted to the side slightly before he sighed, sparks flying again but you just burst into more laughter. You made an attempt to give him a smooch but you ended up just pressing your forehead against his cheek and giggling, unable to sober up for even a moment to kiss your husband.

“You’re a dork,” he said, tucking his arm beneath your legs and another behind your back before hoisting you back onto the bed. “You are okay though, right?”

“Y-Yeah,” you giggled out, “Takes more than falling out of bed to hurt me.”

“Thank goodness,” he hummed, tucking the blanket back around both of you and pulling you against his chest. “As much as I love playing around in bed, I think you need to actually sleep. You’re becoming giggle happy.”

That made you giggle even more and you shook your head, “I’m a giggly bitch what can I say.”

He kissed your forehead, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You fell asleep listening to the rain...in the arms of your best friend and husband.

[l0velyang3l]

So, I’ve been dealing with some really intense mental health stuff lately and as a result I’ve been on a p rough art block. Be prepared for some meh art and meh posts. Recently I’ve been having some intense nightmares so here’s a super edgy, self indulgent self insert fic I wrote. 

CW: Assault, Wound Mentions, Yandere, Implied Violence, Mental Health Stuff

((Note: Slabak= Dweeb in Russian, Lyubov=Love)

It all happened so fast. A blur of punches, kicks, slurs, blood erupting from my throat, none of it was processed mentally until I stumbled through my front door. I heaved, my arms trembling as I hoisted myself up, attempting to crawl inside. “Ivan! Viktor!” I weakly whimpered, my vision blurring slightly with each movement. My chest felt rattley and frail, each breath hurting deeply. Tears fell down my puffy cheeks. Ivan and Viktor bounded into the room, taken aback by the pitiful sight I’d become. Immediately they fell to their knees, scooping me up in their arms. Ivan’s face was panic stricken, while Viktor’s worry was more subtle, yet palpably evident. I shook in their arms terribly.

“Lyubov what happened?” Ivan panickedly asked, his large hand cupping my cheek. I’d never seen him look so frightened. I shook my head.

“These men.. I was just walking back from a cafe and… They kept yelling and yelling, and before I knew it they were hitting me..” I replied, the memory alone frightening me. Viktor’s eyes darkened, a look of raw hatred and venom reflecting in his crimson irises. Viktor turned to Ivan.

“Grab the baltics immediately, make sure they call a doctor over now. I’ll take them to bed, if they move they might open their wounds further.” Said Viktor, prying me out of Ivan’s grasp. Ivan nodded, scrambling off. Wordlessly Viktor cradled me, my head resting against his hard chest. The sound of his heartbeat was soothing, despite it’s rapid pace. He glanced down at me as he walked, taking in my haggard appearance. 

“Aaron.”

“Yes hun?” 

“I know you’re in lots of pain, but I need you to tell me where you were and what these men looked like. Please.” His tone was uncharacteristically desperate. My heart waned, the stress I clearly brought them riddled me with guilt. Someone like Viktor never gets this outwardly stressed. I buried my face in the fabric of his coat. I gave him a brief description as he listened intently. I told him which cafe I was at, and what time. Gingerly he placed me down on the soft mattress, pulling blankets over me. Suddenly, the world went black.

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Aaron completely blacked out, their body going limp against the cozy sheets. Viktor stroked their hair out of their face, accidentally smearing blood across their cheek. He growled, slamming his fist through the wall by the bedframe. An unsuspecting Lithuania jumped, shakily leading the doctor in. 

“V-Viktor he’s here..” He nodded, shaking the doctor’s hand briefly, giving him an emotionless glance. 

“Do what you must, excuse me.”

Viktor silently slunk out of the room, finding Ivan shuffling through a large cabinet in the living room. He unveiled a large metal pipe. Opening the cabinet doors further revealed a large array of guns, knives, and other weapons. “You’re already ahead of me.” Viktor jeered.

“It is not the time for jokes Viktor.” Replied Ivan, in an eerie tone. He passed Viktor a pistol, he slid a loaded magazine into it. 

“Those foolish bastards have no idea who they are fucking with da?” He crouched down, sliding on his boots, tying them briskly. Ivan nodded in agreement, chucking sinisterly. 

“No, no they do not.” The pair slipped out the door silently.

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I awoke covered in bandages and aching terribly. A sweet old doctor looked over me as I laid in bed, smiling politely. “Aaron! I’m happy to see you awake, how do you feel?” I surveyed my surroundings. It was just me and him, no sign of my russian husbands or the baltics. I attempted to sit up, but was overwhelmed by excruciating pain. I rubbed my forehead.

“Achy… But, I think the bleeding stopped.” He nodded, shuffling through his bag.

“Ah, that is to be expected. However I’m glad to hear the bleeding stopped. Here, take this painkiller for a week, it should alleviate the pain. Is there anything else I can help you with?’ He passed me a small packet of medicine.

“How bad was the damage?... I kind of mentally blocked out the details..” He rose up from his chair, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“You have multiple cuts and scratches, along with some rather severe bruising. The blood loss was the main concern, however with a few stitches and meds I fixed you right up.” My face turned pale.

“Oh.” I’m not the best at dealing with medical stuff to say the least. My stomach dropped at the word ‘stitches’.

“Please give me a call if anything pops up alright? Get plenty of bedrest and try not to move very much.” He waved as he left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The incident sent chills down my spine. I glanced at my hands, examining the scrapes covering them. I sighed, tears welling up. I brought my knees to my chest, curling up and sobbing quietly.

 “I’ve never been great with pain, nor have I ever been in a fight before. Well.. Not necessarily a fight, more like a one sided attack. I can’t even punch properly! Why did this have to happen?...” I thought to myself. I balled up my fists, gripping the blanket. “What’s worse is that I made Ivan and Viktor worry.. I wonder where they are.. I’ve never seen them make faces like that..” A knock on the door interrupted my self pity. “C-come in..” I hastily wiped my tears, attempting to fake calmness. Ivan and Viktor came into the room, both of them looking much more calm. 

“Hello little one!~ I brought cookies and your favorite tea!” Ivan cheered, walking over and setting a bag on the nightstand. Wordlessly Viktor crawled into bed with me, not even taking time to kick off his boots. He wrapped his arms underneath me, pulling me up in his lap very carefully. He rested his chin on my shoulder, sighing contently.

“Aw hey guys! Ivan, you did not have to indulge my grocery store frosted cookie addiction, but thank you..” I smiled weakly, my cheeks still red from crying. I kissed the top of Viktor’s head. Ivan came onto the bed as well, sliding his legs underneath Viktor’s. He kissed me sweetly as I sat in their laps. 

“You look like you’ve been crying.” Viktor bluntly stated. I looked away, refusing to meet Ivan’s eyes. 

“There’s a slight chance…” Their arms tightened around me, Viktor nuzzling into the crook of my neck. His prickly stubble tickled my skin. Ivan’s hand embraced my cheek once again, his caution and care evident in each move he made.

“My sweet little lyubov.. Were you scared?” Ivan’s question caught me off guard, I guess someone like him hasn’t felt truly afraid in a long time.

“Yeah… I’m not the toughest person ever, far from it.. I thought I was going to die. I tried fighting back, I really did. Fuck I’m so weak guys…” I choked, my sadness creeping up on me once again. Wow, so much for stifling my emotions. 

“That’s why I love my little Aaron though! Cherubs are delicate, innocent things, yet they sing the sweetest song. Don’t worry about being tough, leave that to us da?” 

“I think I’m gonna puke from all this cheesy shit.” Viktor groaned. I laughed at his cynicism, smooching Ivan’s hand as it cradled my face. The stark contrast between them was eternally entertaining.

“You’re such a charmer Viktor. But, Ivan do you really mean that?” He nodded.

“Of course lyubov, but there’s no more reason for you to be afraid da?” Viktor chuckled.

“Very true, and just to be sure; I will be keeping a very close eye on you da?” My heart sunk.

“But I don’t want to trouble y’all like that! I’m a lot to babysit, I’m just gonna take up unnecessary time.. I’ll be fine really! It probably won’t happen again, and I can.. Just run faster if it does.” 

“Trouble us?” The both simultaneously asked.

“I watch you frequently, you know, it never hurts to peek more da? It’s far from a waste of time, if anything it’s a wise time investment. You don’t get a say in this.” Strange how marriage makes you normalize your yandere husband’s stalking.

“You’re far from being difficult or a waste of time! I love my little Aaron, and I’ll do anything to protect you da? Nobody will ever hurt you again..” I smiled warmly, pulling Ivan closer and leaning back on Viktor. The warmth of being between them subsided the pain that burdened me; both physical and emotional.

“I love you two… Don’t ever get hurt for my sake okay? Please, if you can avoid it at all costs do so. And I can protect you guys too! I’m not nearly as strong as y’all but god damnit I’ll defend my husbands at all costs.” Both of them chuckled against my skin. Ivan drug his fingers along my side, tracing light circles on my sore skin. 

“Love you too slabak. And you may attempt to protect me, see how far I let you get.” I snickered at Viktor’s empty threat.

“Bet.”

“I love you too, and I’m happy to have my little bodyguard.”