#at least you look cute as a chow chow

[tagerrkix]

DOG OMENS

[strwberri-milk]

Could I request for Kaeya, Childe and Neuvillette with an s/o who goes around giving everybody little gift baskets of sweets but seemingly forgot about the boys only for s/o to reveal that she'd made them cute snack boxes?

Kaeya doesn't think too much of it at first. He assumed that maybe it was just for your group of friends that didn't include him and he was more than happy to let you go on your way. He's not going to control the things you do for your friends and also helped you plan out some of the stuff when you came to him for inspiration.

He doesn't realise that you've been giving everyone gifts until he comes into work one day without you and sees everyone fawning over the baskets you've left in the communal area for them. He doesn't say anything about it but he makes a passing comment that night when you come home.

He doesn't sound angry, he just mentions that he didn't realise you were doing something for his colleagues as well and you just nod in agreement. You disappear for a minute and he assumes that you just went to get changed and starts to playfully mope about how you care about everybody else more than him. It's not until you're directly in front of him with a box with his name on it that he realises you didn't actually forget him.

Happily, he takes it into his hands and hums as he opens it up, cooing at how adorable the box you made him looks. You laugh as you sit next to him, Kaeya happily eating the snacks and thanking you with kisses and hand feeding some of the things to you.

Childe is very open about not wanting to be forgotten. He pouts a little and asks when you'll make him a basket as you assemble them for the people in your life. You try your best to steer him off track but when he comes home from work he's back to asking you teasingly why you haven't given him anything yet.

It just takes him a day or two to drop it, not wanting to make you get annoyed at his teasing but you do also note that he still likes watching you assemble the treats for people.

When he comes back from washing up you present him with his own box with a little ta da! It makes his face light up as he happily digs in, impressed with how much detail you put into his box. He loves every bit of it, giving you a tight hug as another show of appreciation as he chows down.

Neuvillette was incredibly happy with how you were putting so much effort into each of the baskets you were making for everyone. He watches you happily and doesn't say anything but the way his eyes curiously follow over your hands at work as you piece everything together.

He won't really think much about the fact that he can't obviously discern if you've made something for him to eat. He doesn't mind and doesn't want to come off as overbearing so he won't say anything to you directly.

When he starts to realise that you might have forgotten about him he still won't say anything. It doesn't bother him in the least to be forgotten, knowing that you've probably got a lot of things on your mind and that it wasn't anything intentional on your part.

You prod the subject a little, apologising about not making him a box and he just brushes it off. He tells you that it's alright and he's not going to hold it against you. You feel him press a soft kiss to your head and you feel bad about the little joke you wanted to pull on him, surprising him with his own box.

His eyes light up and he holds the box tenderly in his hands, thanking you and opening it. Upon seeing all the treats you've got for him, things he knows you've chosen specifically with him he feels his chest warm in affection, hugging you close to him in appreciation.

[justalildumpling]

⇢ nct dream at parties

pairing: nct dream x reader  genre: college au, crack, fluff warnings: swearing, mentions of drunkness/partying, vomiting, weed, sex (nothing explicit) word count: 1.1k

note: lowk couldn’t stop thinking about jeno playing beer pong at parties and it led to this… lmao i just realised that a lot of these dot points are based off of irl events HHAHAHAH are u guys any of the dreamies at parties?? genuine question😚😚

Mark

Is probably the host’s friend so he was at the party early, setting up the decorations and accidentally spiking the jello shots with more vodka than the recipe required so it ends up tasting like shit

That being said, he would probably be drunk by the time people start rolling in through the door due to him “taste testing” the shots

Lowkey too drunk to comprehend that people are flirting with him and accidentally dude zones them or fumbles over his words when trying to talk up a hot person (no drunk rizz)

Accidentally cockblocks someone by walking into a random room and flopping on the bed without noticing that they were doing the deed

Starts randomly telling everyone that he’s really good at cooking eggs now and that he’ll prove his improved skills (Spoiler: He either burns the eggs and makes the fire alarm go off or someone drags him away from the kitchen)

Weirdly craves cereal by the end of the night so he pours himself a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch and heatedly discussed with everyone whether milk or cereal should be poured first 

Renjun

I don’t see him getting piss drunk. He would probably pace his drinks well across the night so he can make sure someone haechan and chenle wouldn’t puncture a hole in the host’s wall

He would be sitting around the fireplace outside, chatting to his friends or just random mutuals about anything

Probably ends up yelling scolding one of his friends at some point (e.g. hyuck) for taking too long in the bathroom  

Calls everyone their respective Uber/partner to pick them up at 3am or tucking them into a random room to sleep

Always holding at least 2 vomit buckets after 11pm and waiting for disaster to happen (aka his friends threatening to puke on the living room floor)

Probably ends up with 10+ new followers on Instagram after every party because he literally talks to everyone and unwillingly became co-host of the party (because the original host got so wasted)

Very exhausted by the end of the night and swears to never go to one ever again (Spoiler: He does because Donghyuck drags him)

Jeno

You cannot tell me that this man would not be at the beer pong table 70% of the night, like nothing can distract this man from winning every round. A hot girl trying to fuck? Nope. Someone offering more alcohol? Nope. Jaemin is throwing up in the bathroom? Ok, maybe.

Unironically would like the taste of cheap beer (maybe he just used to the taste of it after the sheer amount he had to drink from that godforsaken game)

If he gets drunk enough he would start flexing his muscles and comparing sizes with the guys

Probably thinks he looks and acts like the sexiest person alive at that party but in reality becomes a cute little fluff ball and is babied by Jaemin whenever he sees him

He would not be aware of the volume of his voice and would start shouting everything that comes out of his mouth like Renjun could be like 5m away from him but he’d be like “JUN CAN YOU GET ME DORITOS FROM THE PANTRY” and would probably get repeatedly shushed

Ends up drunkenly walking home around 2am 

Haechan

Goes ham on pre drinks and turns up to the party ‘fashionably late’ so he can make a grand entrance

He would be holding a bottle of some sort at all times (whiskey, vodka, tequila, soju pick your poison) and chugging it by the mouth and offering it to anyone he sees and suspects to be “too sober”

responsible for 80% of the queued songs on the party playlist and would turn the living room into a rave

Ubereats KFC halfway into the night, chowing down on way too many wicked wings and stubbornly not sharing to others or if he did, would ask them to venmo him double the money required because he charges “interest”

Would throw up in a fake plant by the end of the night

Jaemin

If this party had a theme/dress code he’s the type of person to dress up as himself ⎯ like the most effort he’ll put into a costume is writing Na Jaemin on an A4 piece of paper and sticking it to his shirt

Probably only came to the party because of the food and that Jeno was going

Mans would either be the most sober one there and taking care of his friends or wasted af and doing the stupidest shit like walking into the same closed door for the tenth time and getting pissed that it wouldn’t let him through

He would probably bring his film camera and take embarrassing photos of his friends and taunting them with it like a month later when the film gets developed

Complains about the taste of alcohol but keeps drinking because he has nothing else to do

He would end up passing out face first on the ground somewhere in the house by the end of the night and scaring the host the next morning 

Chenle

Brings his own expensive ass alcohol as well as raiding the host’s stash too

Like Renjun, i also don't see him getting piss drunk but the difference is that Chenle’s goal of the night was to get black out drunk but couldn’t because his alcohol tolerance was too high

Either sitting by the fireplace being loud or running around the house and annoying people by being loud

The biggest hype man for his friends to do idiotic things (e.g. cheering hyuck on whilst he’s in the process of getting alcohol poisoning)

He would see some people smoking a joint and would join for the lols

He would be the reason for the party getting a noise complaint and the police turning up

Jisung

Probably would take him a couple hours into the party to get drunk and horrified/scared for his friends’ reputation whilst they’re drunk

But once the alcohol hits his system, he would be clinging onto his friends when drunk, wobbling around mumbling his love for everyone

If he has a crush on someone, you bet your ass he’s gonna drunk text a confession and cry when he gets rejected

Would accidentally eat someone’s pot brownies thinking it was the normal ones and being paranoid as hell for the rest of the evening

Would kiss someone jeno’s foot and wouldn’t remember it the next day until someone shows him photographic evidence

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[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Hello! Just wanted to say your sea monster au has never left my head and I wanted to doodle my lil version of y/n with pirate Eclipse. Your work is so inspiring and amazing, it makes my day when you post! Tysm for all your effort and for sharing it too us!

More talk of the doodle but I was thinking how they’d both fight to the death to defend each other, like not just from physical wounds but mental as well. Super aggressive with it like damn u insult my beloved like that??? Looks like ur swimming with the fishes. It kinda also what pushes them to be that super amazing power couple because they don’t let anything slide when it comes to each other, they r each others support, their rock in the storm, their ride or die in and out of combat and it just makes me go GWAH cause I know they act all tough and dangerous outside but in privacy they r just the most dopey lovey dovey sickenly sweet couple. These r just my thoughts that I have not stopped thinking about haha, sorry for the long post.

Ty again, your work and ideas are amazing!!! Have a night n day!

ME WHEN U GUYS SHARE UR SEA MONSTER-Y/N DESIGNS ASJDFGSDFGSGDHG

aLSO ME AT UR ECLIPSE DESIGN SJKDFHSDJFHSJDHJHF HOLY SHIT,,

they have matching ring necklaces,,,,,,,, ;; i love them ur honor

also also YEAH THEY REALLY R THE 'u talk bad abt my boo ur ass is shark chow' TYPE AND THEY R SO NOT AFRAID TO MAKE IT OBVIOUS they are like absolutely called smthn like 'the tyrants of the sea' bc they are both equally as vicious and unstoppable as the other and they love to show it off, ESPECIALLY in public sjkdhfsjdhfjd but u bet ur ass theyve been caught being all cute n mushy sappy by everyone in the crew at least once and nothing will change my mind (they r scary enough that no one says shit abt it tho lmaooo)

dammit now i wana draw more sea monster au,, as if i aint got enough aus to draw as it is >:c i cant believe u've done this (/j)

[teddypickerry]

Your hp Halloween headcannons were so sweet and well written 😭😭 I would love to see you write something else with Cedric in, his segment was cute!!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒.

— pairings! cedric diggory x gn reader

— word count! 1.1k

— warnings! none, pure fluff

— summary! in which a picnic in autumn leads to a discussion about the future between you & your hufflepuff boyfriend.

— a/n! not my best work but hey at least i posted something. ANYWAYS request things pleaseeee i would love to write something cool <3 thank you for the request!!!!

AUTUMN WAS CEDRIC'S favorite time of year. He loved being able to wear his cozy sweaters and gift them to you. He loved the muggle diner dates after quidditch practices on free nights where you could order coffee and pancakes to share. He especially loved the walks around Hogwarts as the leaves fell to the ground, creating the most perfect picture. It was the most beautiful time of year. And you made it even more so.

It was no shock that the two of you found yourselves on a walk throughout the gloomy courtyards. A jean jacket wrapped around yourself, Cedric's hufflepuff scarf practically strangling your neck. His classic grey jacket zipped up with his hands in his pockets. You by his side, smiling ear to ear.

"You know, you look absolutely beautiful today." He complimented as the two of you made your way past the Whomping Willow. It was a chilly October afternoon, and the both of you and had just arrived back to Hogwarts from a Saturday morning in Hogsmede. The two of you originally hadn't planned to meet there but you were both with your friends, and of course ran into one another. The smile on his face and the light in his eyes when he saw you made his friends chuckle. You lit up his world like nobody else — and you had only been dating for two months.

So, being the gentleman he is, Cedric of course offered to walk you home. It was a quick "yes" and you were wrapped in his scarf — watching him pull pieces of butterbeer fudge out of his pocket and absolutely obliterate it. "Are you implying I don't look beautiful everyday?"

He let out a laugh as he stood in his tracks, pulling out another piece of fudge. "Mhm, that's exactly what I'm implying." A smile was quickly present on your face, your hands falling in your pocket as you stood beside him. "Let's sit."

You pulled out your wand as he fumbled the fudge back in his pocket. Pointing the wand at the dewy grass, moving it in a left motion. "Accio blanket." It seemed like no time that a gray plaid blanket had taken place ontop of the green grass. Cedric smiled with a mouthful of fudge as he took a seat, making you giggle. He patted a spot beside him as you took a seat yourself, leaning on your elbows.

Birds chirping in the near distance was the only sound heard as he leaned back. His brunette curls sprawling out on the picnic blanket. He looked peaceful in a way, all you wanted to do is hold onto him and never let go. He wasn't like any person you had ever known. Cedric was respectful and kind — like every guy should be, but at Hogwarts they weren't. Well at least the guys you had gone out with. He was so different.

"What're you thinking about?" The hufflepuff asked you, his head turning towards you. His nose was turning slightly red from the cold which only made his face even more enjoyable to look at. "Just... you."

"Me?" He breathed, pressing his hand to his heart as he sat up slightly acting quite dramatic. Cedric's eyes poured into yours, like he was looking at the soul of his Universe. "'Course."

He pulled into his pocket offering a handful of fudge. You couldn't even question how he had anymore left before he questioned you. "What about?"

You shook your head at the offer as he shrugged it off and threw one in his mouth waiting for you to respond to his question. You pressed your lips together before forming a smile, watching Cedric chow down on his fudge. "You're great, Ced." No words could describe the way his toothy grin made you feel, watching him swallow the fudge. "You're my boyfriend and you still get giddy when I call you great?"

"Mhm," Cedric hummed as he went silent glancing down at the blanket. He seemed to fall into a transe as you watched him. A piece of hair fell before his eyes and he seemed to not even notice it. Orange and brown leaves falling in the distance, the sound of students crunching their shoes against them. You pressed your finger onto his forehead, lightly pushing the curl out of his face. "Pretty boy, what are you thinking about?" You asked, mimicking his words from before.

His eyes blinked over to you, his hand coming up to press against yours. It was warm pressing your own hand into his cheek. "You," He mirrored making you throw your head back in a giggle. A smile forming on his face as he watched you. "Hey, Y/N?"

"Hm?" You hummed as you leaned closer to him, your hand never leaving his cheek. "Do you ever think about the future? Not like seventh year but... after Hogwarts. When we're not under the rule of Mcgonagall and we actually can afford to go to Honeydukes everyday." Cedric joked making you smile. "Well, yeah we kind of have to, don't we?"

"Yeah, yeah we do." He nodded along hesitantly as you removed your hand and he sat up. "What do you see in that future?" Cedric's demeanor changed all of the sudden, his hands twirling together. Your smile nearly dropped nervously as he looked away, an awkward smile growing on his face.  "I don't know it was a dumb question anyways..."

"No... I guess I see a job as an auror. Working with my friends and having a house. A pretty one in the countryside with a willow tree outside. And a garden with fresh fruit like the way the muggles do it. So I can always have something baking so the house smells like fresh bread-" You pressed your lips together as you watched him listen intently with a smile. "I'm ranting, sorry."

"No... keep going, please. I beg." Cedric smirked as you let out an awkward laugh. "Well, I don't know. Maybe a kid or two in the far- far future. Um, I don't know I've always had that dream."

"Yeah, kids?" He asked, a lopsided smile taking over his face. You couldn't help but grin at him. There was something that made your heart race at his questions of the future. "Ced?"

"Hm?" He tilted his head as you pressed your lips together as sighed. "You're there. In the future, my future."

"Well I'd sure hope so." Cedric didn't waste anytime pulling you forward to press your lips into his. His hand pressed against your cheek as the other held you up for balance. Your hand wrapped around his forearm while the other found its way to his hair. You never felt such a feeling of happiness in your heart. Like the sun rising on a cold day.

"Mmm for the record, it'll be two kids. One boy and one girl. Someone's gotta carry on the family name." Cedric pulled apart making your bite your lip. "Yeah okay, why don't you just kiss me some more?"

[bluepotion85]

Expanding Bootcamp - Chapter 6 (Male Wg Story)

Summary: After a massive feast at dinner Will gets his last straw and needs to be pulled back from the despair from the situation, with no end to the experiment at sight Connor and Will need to figure out how they want to tackle the rest of bootcamp but more importantly their feelings towards their own changes.

(The following is a male weight gain fic. This is for the most part a slow burn deal)

One night we are getting started to have dinner and the guys in the chow hall are going crazy picking as much food as they can to bring to their table. While we eat Carlos approaches us and tries to convince us to join the rest of the team in a food competition.

“Yeah, guys we miss you during meals let's just tag long, today we will see who can eat the most in the whole group and I can feel today is my day”

“It's ok Carlos, we enjoy the time to be on our own” -I try to explain without sounding hurtful.

"Is ok I understand, you both seem to be having a lot of time together” -he says in a teasy way, I can tell I'm blushing from his reaction.

“Yeah we want to enjoy each other company for as long as the experiment lasts” -Connor tells Carlos with confidence in his voice.

At that moment if I was red before now I'm melting, most likely he just said that to scrap Carlos from us but the comment still lifts me off the ground.

“That's the spirit mate lets enjoy this for while it last, at least i'm enjoying all the food I can have before we go back to training” - he says accentuating the comment slapping his gut.

“Also, we can go to the recreation room afterwards. Some guys and I managed to move one of the soda fountains there and its bottomless pop for everyone!”

After that he walked back to the massive table and his new friend started to cheer him up, apparently he is competing with somebody, and they were waiting on him.

“Wow Carlos has really gained a lot of weight, and he is now in the same shirt size as Bradley from the looks of it” -I said.

Connor wasn't paying much attention while eating his food with a big grin on his face. I remained looking at him, waiting for a reaction and in two solid minutes he moaned, grunted with a piece of meat and licked his fingers from the sauce.

I try to remain cool when he noticed me staring and asked.

“Oh you said something sorry; the food today is just really good. Have you tried the new sweet buns they are to die for” -he said while biting one and putting one of his in my tray.

I saw it and a feeling of desperate hunger filled my mind, as if I hadn't eaten half a plate of food at that point. I look back at Connor and see his shirt straining for dear life, his pants with some open seams on the sides and his belly resetting on the table. First, all I can think is how cute he looks, all happy and full. How I want to cuddle next to him and share the meal.

Secondly, I think . . . What is going on? This is affecting him as well.

My heart sank for a second and I can feel myself getting anxious, all the ideas of what's going on get in my head. Is this hypnosis, an additive on the food maybe a virus spreading?. Before I can think too much about it, the table with the cadets gets louder and puts my attention back on the chow hall for a second.

In the table the cadets are cheering over Salazar, Bradley and Carlos, the last ones standing.

They look about ready to pop with taunted bellies on top of the tables, in a split second Bradley’s pants split open and he holds his belly; with one last moan he gives up. Salazar looks upon Carlos and tries to speed up for a last effort and Carlos keeps going strong. For a second they both stop and everyone can hear the gurgling of their stuffed bellies till Carlos leans back and belches and keeps going like nothing happened. Salazar is surprised but proud in a weird way and he gives up.

I excuse myself from Connor “I'm going to the bathroom I don't feel so well” -I lie and stand up towards the door.

“Oh do you need me to get you something from the infirmary?”

I feel a bit better knowing he is more attentive when it comes to me, but my calmness doesn't last long.

While they cheer and shout, the chair holding Carlos snaps and everyone bursts into laughter. The thing that gets me cold is that Carlos sits down, he gets the scraps of the chair off of him and starts to grab more food from the table in front of him and continues with his own personal challenge.

“Oh no I just need to go, be right back in a second” -after replying I hurry for the door and get in the nearest bathroom

Water splashes my face and I look towards the mirror in front of me. I need to figure out what's going on. My belly rumbles protesting over the unfinished meal and with this clarity I can see I have grown. I've also gained some weight in the last days, I was so focused on helping Connor deal with this I ignored the effect this is having on me.

My clothes are hugging my body as well, I can grab my sides and feel love handles forming. even my face looks fuller. I grind my teeth in anger, I can't allow this to happen. My family needs this to work, I need this to work!

I will just seclude myself, stay away from the rest of the team as planned and wait for the storm to pass. But in the blur of the past few days I have lost track of time, it's been a month maybe two? I'm not too sure. We haven't received news from the scientist, we don't know how long thighs will take.  

And after thinking of how desperate this whole thing truly is, the idea of pushing Connor aside for the sake of keeping myself out of the reach of whatever this is makes me want to push the mirror in front of me into pieces.

He has been with me this whole time; I care for him and deep down I know I want him by my side. And even if he doesn't feel the same way about me, just having him with me would be enough. I don't know what to do.

I get one last splash of water and get out of the bathroom; I don't get too far till I see Connor walking around looking for something. My first instinct is to go towards him, but I stop myself, maybe the best would be to go in the opposite direction. My hesitation is my downfall in a way because he sees me and walks toward me.

“Hey Will, how are you feeling? you were taking a second and got worried about you”- he looks legit worried, and I can feel my resolve trembling.

His blue eyes are focused on me, they can see right through my worries, just the way mine could see through his fears days ago.

“I know what you are going through. Will, I was also worried about it. And it's just like you said, we will beat this together”

“Connor!, you saw Carlos there. He was thinner than me when we got here and looked at us. We are not beating this!”

“I know what you mean but there . . .”

“Don't even try to pretend it's not happening Connor! I don't know what's happening but whatever it is, it's getting to us as well. Look at me, look at you! We are just eating more every day, allowing everyone else to sink further in and trying not thinking about it”

He looks down with a pained expression as a kid that gets caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“We can't ignore it, it's true. Whatever is going on is affecting us as well” -he said looking straight into my eyes.

“I was trying to protect myself as much as I could, hoping the military would never do something against their own, hoping this was not the end of our dream, hoping we could all go back to the way things were. But the more we remained stuck here the farthest it felt, I was so worried about keeping a sense of normalcy I forgot to keep an eye on you”

“You’ve been worried about me all this time haven't you Will?”

He got closer to me, and he is now right in front of me.

I'm trembling from the anxiety, the fear of what's going to happen to us, but also from the anguish I get from hearing these words from Connor. He knows I've been putting my all for him, to keep him smiling regardless of all, but after all this posturing and fight we are doomed. And what do I have to show for it?

“I was scared and confused of what to do, but having you by my side has made this easier to deal with. All of it” -he point out while putting a hand on his belly

I look at him with tears fighting to roll my cheeks, but I keep a strong front. For the two of us I try to convince myself still, and he continues.

“There are days where I forget we are in this mess, where it's only you and me against the world and everything is fine. I just have fun with you, nothing worries me or makes me feel self conscious. You are my best friend, with you I feel like I am fully open and understood” - after finishing that line he holds my hand.

I feel my heart racing and brace for whatever he will say. Before that point I was worried about how I'm responsible for enabling some of the things that happened in this experiment, even with Connor. But at that point all I think is “I would do it again if it means keeping you happy and safe”. But a wall in my head keeps me from admitting a life of buffet lines and Hawaiian shirts is a fair share to keep him for myself.

I want to say so many things like “I want more than being by your side” or “I'm not only your best friend” but instead I blur out

“I saw you all growing, I allowed it all to get worse. And a part of me wanted to give in and just be by your side but I'm scared”

He looks at me and he is about to say something but I cut him.

“I've felt the same way you did ok . . . just living the days not thinking about the details. I needed to get shocked by the group today to realize how far we have gone in all of this. We are too far gone and I don't know if we will all just wake up one day and think, why did we allow this to get so out of hand”

At that point the tears fill my eyes and I feel my face get hot

“I can withstand everyone else's scrutiny but what if after all of this is said and done, you blame me for this, or you don't want the version of me that I become?”

Im full on crying and Connor puts his hand on my face and wipes the tears from my eyes and says

“Nobody has the right to blame you for this Connor, especially not me. And most importantly, I will always be by your side Will, I like you the way you are and the way you will be. Because no matter, it will be you”

After that my walls are crumbling and the last glimpses of courage I have, come to my chest. I will bite the bullet, my plan for the rest of this experiment will depend on how he responds to this. I take a step back and say.

“You must know by now I like you Connor. No, I don't just like you, I love you. And even with the changes I love you still”

I look at him with a stern look in my face I must look crazy with red cheeks and teary eyes, I braces for impact but instead he gets closer to me again and said

“I was hoping you would say that, cause I've been feeling that way for a long time now”

And that all it took me to forget the worries and danger, I kissed him deeply and hugged him hoping the moment lasted forever.

Our heavier bodies clashed with one another in a way I never imagined and to be honest I liked it. It feels like the final piece of the puzzle landed in its place. We looked into each other's eyes and we had a soft laugh while we got our composure back.

“You don't know for how long I've been waiting for this” -Connor said with the widest smile, his face looking as red as mine.

“Since when?”

“You had me with the hi at the bus on bootcamp”

“Shut up!” -I reply feeling my head about to explode

“I've been waiting for you to see me the same way I see you, you got me scared for a second thinking it wouldn't happen. But you have better taste than to leave happiness escape your grasp” -he winks my way with a cheeky look

“Oh so you will keep me happy then?”

I lean more against him and instinctively press his side. he struggles to hold what I can only assume is a moan and he compose himself to reply

“I will keep you happy till your last day”

He then pressed himself more against me and gently rubbed my sides, I felt the heat spread around me and I know why he was holding up.

We exchange passionate looks and kiss again. When our kiss is over, we can feel each other's excitement but decide to leave it for a more private place.

“We’ll have a conversation about this later but if we are going to allow this situation on bootcamp to continue and date at the same time then you deserve to know”

I see him looking at the floor and then gathering strength to explain.

“There is another reason I remain quiet about what's going on, a little after the situation with the commander I started to gain some weight and I couldn't deny something was up. And after the infirmary I realized there was nothing we could do about it. Adding to that . . . I was having some new feelings toward my figure. It wasn't fear but I actually liked how the extra weight felt on me”

He paused to look at me and in an anxious tone and he continued.

“I know it sounds weird! but I started to enjoy the weight, it made me feel. . . Comfortable? strong? It's hard to describe really”

“Its ok Connor I’m happy to hear you are not uncomfortable with it”

I can hear my own voice saying “Coward '', I've been digging his bigger look the more time we spent here but I'm scared of him getting weirded out by it. and the perfect opening comes and I say that?

“There is also something else, I think you look good with the added weight and I don't mind . . . to indulge more if you are ok with that” -he said and my brain melted into nothing, but my inner voice finally came back to say.

Speak up you fool!

“Well we are doing this then. I've been also struggling in the past few days”

He looks at my puzzle and it dawns on him what I mean.

“While I didnt notice my own weight, I did notice I find you all the more attractive with the new size. I didn't want to bring it up in fears of well everything bursting in my face”

Connor looked at me and an idea came to him, he put his hand in my belly and started to rub it.

“Oh so you haven't thought about your own weight at all?”

Between the shock of Connor being this forward and the embarrassment of someone pointing out my growing middle there was something else. My pants are tenting and the warm tingle of excitement invades my body.

He looks at me as if he discovered El Dorado and I feel myself melt in his embrace as he goes from my belly to my sides and then my thighs. I remind him we agreed not to do more in the open, but I also said

“Ok even if I wasn't thinking about iit before I do now. So, What do we do about it?”

“Well it's like you said, we are too far gone to start losing the weight, not to mention I don't think we can anymore”

Both our middle grumbles like clockwork and my resolve is set.

“Ok then, Would you mind coming with me to the chow hall? I have a meal to finish” -I say with a cheeky grin

“Oh look at who has a quick recovery haha, of course Will, lets go”

When we got to the chow hall we continued our food, we stayed at our table away from the group to talk in private. We left our new attraction as a future topic and agreed to try to bond again with the rest of the team.

We ate to our hearts content for the first time in ages and laughed the rest of the night, we got to the barracks and moved our beds to be beside each other and went to sleep looking in each other direction and for that moment the world was ok.

The next morning we both woke up and moved to the chow hall, where we saw the twins and Neil getting things ready for the meal ahead. We got closer to then and Connor asked

“Hey guys, would you mind if we join you for breakfast?”

Neil looked pleased but the twins were bursting in excitement.

“Of course, dudes come on! we’ve been waiting for you all to join at last” -said Jones.

“Yeah, took you all enough, you were looking a bit famish till now” -Said Daniel.

We look at him in disbelief and he started to laugh

“Ok ok I know, I didn't make the option of joining any easier”

He then slapped his gutt and looked as confident as I remember him from before the experiment, if not even more.

“Butt you will see how some extra meat is good for us all”

Connor and I were in shock to see Daniel acknowledge his weight so openly but it encouraged us to keep with our choice.

We got our portions and sat on the table, Connor and I joked all the way about how our mothers would scream if they saw us eating this much.

Once we got seated people started to enter the chow hall and join us for breakfast. Having the whole team eating together felt different than eating on our table alone but also it's not the same as what we did at base before the experiment.

The joy from everyone is palpable, the excuse of eating to one's fullest allowed the most introverted members of the team to open up. The more competitive to test their limits with the food challenges and people like Bradley and Salazar with a talent for leadership to just take reign and lead everyone into more food.

When Bradley and salazar showed up they noticed us and immediately seated besides us

“Hey Will, I knew you would get the benefits of some bulk sooner or later hehe”

Salazar said while putting his arm around me and squishing me in a massive hug

Bradley was assaulting Connor with the same affection and I asked

“Thanks for the warm welcome Sal, I'm sorry if I was acting a bit stuck up before. It was just weird to see . . . how”

“How have we all fattened up?”

I must have looked like a weird tomato cause he started to laugh and continued

“Dont worry Will, we all have made our peace about it”

“Wait, what do you mean, all of us?”

“It's hard to gain over 300 pounds and not notice some changes you know, Bradley and I noticed there was something going on but no way to explain it or to stop it. After some time we just started to enjoy the changes and well we rode the high till now”

he noticed I was about to ask for more and he continued

“Besides that everyday cadets would come to us to complain of the tardiness during meals or others feeling anxious about their weights so we decided to help then easy up on their fears and feel more comfortable with themselves”

“Don't you think you made the situation worse then?”

“You think so?” -he said looking at me legitimately unsure but with a hint of easiness on his face

“I think if there was no way to stop our weight we might as well enjoy it while we can, besides we can always diet once this is over, besides from what I heard you recommended Daniel to tag along with Neil and Jones. If I did things worse for everyone then you also pushed Daniel right?” -he said while eating some pork chops.

I was about to reply feeling the anger and doubt cloud my head, but he started to laugh

“hahaha it's ok Will, none of us was forced to do this. You didn't force feed Daniel and I certainly haven't forced you to eat here today”

My head got clear again and I added

“I guess you are right, so you've been helping everyone feel more at ease with these then?”

I see some of myself in Salazar after that, while he was trying to protect everyone from their own fears I was doing the same with Connor and my close circle.

“Yeah and well I can't deny I like the food, the company and the added benefits!” -he said holding his belly and jiggling it.

I’m flabbergasted and he looks at me with a grin that shines with charisma.

“Come on tell me you haven't enjoyed a bit how it feels” -he says poking my belly.

When I'm about to fight against the comment I see how everyone else is enjoying their meals to the fullest. How Connor is enjoying the conversation with Bradley like old times, the twins are making a ruckus on the other side of the table while Neil cheers them on and I realize that I've been denying myself the chance to share with them due to my own walls.

“Yes I did noticed, Me and Connor for that matter”

he looks at me in the eyes and smiles.

“Well then don't just stay there, enjoy it to the fullest. Eat, laugh and make all the memories you can. Once this is over we can think of changes but for now there is food and friends” -he adds while patting my back and going back to his own feast.

When Bradley refocuses on his food I nudge Connor and we exchange details from our conversations. Bradley was more than happy to share with Connor that he’s been dating Salazar for a while now. They also touched on the new found appreciation of their increasing waist lines and unlike me Connor was more open to share his opinions on the matter with him. Or more his questions on how they came to terms with it.

I added my part of the story and we both looked towards Salazar and Bradley in a different light, they basked in each other's company, supported if not encouraged the change between them and took the time to support the rest of the camp.

After a massive breakfast we moved to try and help with some tasks and did some exercise, not out of a desire to evade what's going on but out of our own natural wishes. Not a worry in sight.

After lunch we got to the recreation room and Carlos clashes with us in the entrance

“Hi dude we are going to make the line to play, so get ready for us”

“Will! Connor! nonsense come on you haven't played here in ages!” -he replied while hugging us and pulling us into the room, cutting through the packed room. I hold Connor’s hand to keep him close.

Once fully inside there was Hill directing the activities and munching on some fries.

“Hey guys, what brings you here? Also Carlos you own me a fortune once we get out”

“Yeah yeah I know”

We look puzzled and they add.

“I bet you would join in before the end of the experiment and added that you would booth end up together” -Hill said with confidence in his words.

Since we got inside the room, we’ve remained with our hands entangled.

We realize and blush a bit, but we do confirm that we are together.

They both cheer for us and Hill teases Carlos over how much he will pay him with the extras.

They seem so close and playful I ask “Since when you two are together then?”

They look at us and Carlos laughs while Hill just has a comprehensive smile.

“I told you it was a matter of time for someone to ask dude” -Said Carlos

“I guess, I'm just happy it was them and not the twins” -Hill added.

They started to explore the possibility of being more than friends for a while, but it became more concrete after they joined Salazar’s table.

Hill was more relaxed than ever and Carlos had free reign to do as he pleased including sending his advances to his oldest friend. So they made it official and started to fool around.

“It wasn't a mayor secret, we just don't want people being nosey” -said Hill with a mean look.

“Sorry” -I said nervously.

“No don't worry, I mean more then twins or Bradley haha” -Hill replayed.

We spent most of the day playing and talking with the cadets that came in and out of the room as the controller rotated, Hill looked in his element directing people around for the rotations and Carlos kept the energy of the room up to the max. Whenever people were busy playing or debating over a move in a game, they would softly rub each other's side, trade a quick kiss or tease one another like in the good old times. They really look happier than ever.

We smacked during the whole evening and by the end of it I was stuffed to the brim. But at the mention of dinner my stomach gurgles all the same.

One in the chow hall the food competition started and the loud cheer of people took hold of the room. Connor and I decided it was a bit much for us now but at the comment of Neil we decided we could try and see which of us could eat the fastest. I think Connor was full from the snacks since I beat him with flying colors. We laughed and enjoyed the energy of the room till the night was over.

Once in the barracks we decided to move our beds together like some other couples have done and we spent our first night sharing the bed.

We traded glances and smiled while we whispered what we wanted to do the next day.

In the infatuation we explored each other's bodies, while the warmth of the moment swept through us Connor pulled out a protein bar from his bag beside the bed looking at me with a wicked grin he started to eat, rubbing his belly in the process.

All the blood from my brain went to my dick at that moment but I realized I could allow him to just melt me into nothingness without a fair fight so I leaned against him pressing my body against his, and bit the other end of the bar.

He looked at me impressed and we continued to munch as we allowed our hands to play with the other's expanding body. When we were done we were both covered in crumbs and sharing a kiss.

After that we settle in bed and fall asleep in our sweet embrace.

We spent the rest of our days at the camp hanging out with the rest of the team and indulging in the free time, a few weeks later we got a letter from the scientific team saying the experiment would end and they are sending a support team to review the facility and bring us some extra supplements before going out of base.

We all secretly wondered what would happen once they saw our new sizes but before the fear could get the best of me I felt Connors presence beside me, and I knew we would be ok.

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Journal of Dr. Vincent Belmore

The testing of the new Biochemical compound “Sagina01” was a complete success. This virus will be of great use by the military as a bioweapon to subside enemy camps and in extreme cases full communities.

Our expectations of the speed of action of the compound were in line with the simulations done by our team. After the controlled infection of a single cadet, it took 2 month for the whole base to be infected and less than 4 weeks after that for the whole base to be in the last phase of the infection.

The virus multiples and takes strength in the fatty cells of the host, taking several routes to ensure the increase of those cells. It gets into the host’s brain and enhances the dopamine release while resting, eating and overall gaining weight. boosting the signals received from the taste receptors making everything have a stronger taste than before. But most importantly exponentially increasing the production of Ghrelin, the hunger hormone. driving the patient into eating frenzies.

By providing the patients with unlimited resources they all consumed as much as they could handle. A notable discovery is the secondary effects of elasticity in the stomach and overall health benefits. The patients seem to show better blood pressure, lung capacity, muscle strength and elasticity than the average man of their sizes. This could be due to the virus trying to optimize its survival, by improving its host likelihood of survival. This symbiotic relationship will be studied in future cases.

It spreads via body fluid and is highly contagious, a single droplet of saliva or sweat with enough time will be enough to start a contagion. The virus rewires the patients towards physical contact and intimate encounters. During the experiment several of our patients engage into physical display of affection even those who were documented as straight before the experiment.

This has sparked interest with our higher ups to study in more detail the behavioral effects of the virus.

With the end of the experiment, we gave every cadet a dose of the cure and a discharge notice from the military since they are no longer fit for the job. Of course, to keep our experiment and its dubious methods under wraps we provided every subject a substantial payment as a parting gift for their good service. Hopefully after enough money for them to retire in their 20’s they won't have too many questions. After seeing the checks none of them seem to care about military life.  

To justify the price of the experiment we will continue to check the patients in hopes of finding new data of relevance once they have been cured.

I will be continuing my experiments until further notice.

End of entry.

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Hi everyone, Welcome to the final Chapter of the main story of Expanding Bootcamp. I hope you all enjoyed the story so far and feel excited about more to come with the military plans. Next week we will have an indulgent epilogue with our boys after the bootcamp so be ready for it!

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[my-beloved-lakes]

Eliot and the stray cat he said they weren't keeping. (Click for better quality)

(Ficlet below the cut)

Eliot glanced up from his book when he heard Parker come in, then did a double take.

She was standing in the doorway, holding a cat. It was scrawny and wet and covered in mud.

"Look what I found in the alley." She said, her voice was sad and sympathetic, but underneath that there was a hint of excitement. "She needs a home."

Oh no. Eliot thought.

"We are not keeping the cat, Parker." He said firmly.

"Woah, who put you in charge?" Hardison asked indignantly.

"We can't have a cat running around here." Eliot insisted. “Not with how often we’re out of town.”

Parker looked disappointed.

"We'd Give the damn thing abandonment issues." Eliot muttered under his breath

"Well, we can at least give her a bath and some food." Hardison said.

Eliot's expression softened.

"It can spend the night. We'll give it a blanket to sleep on and leave it in the bathroom where it can't get into anything." Eliot said. "I'll take it to the shelter tomorrow."

"Shelter's closed over the weekend. Won't open again till Monday." Hardison pointed out.

Eliot groaned. "So we're stuck with it for the next 3 days?"

"Yup." Hardison said smugly.

"What should we call her?" Parker asked.

"No. No. We're not naming it. It'll just make it harder to say goodbye when the time comes."

"Aww, come on, can't we keep her? She needs a home and family to love her." Parker insisted. "And just look how cute she is!"

"They'll find it a good home at the shelter." Eliot said.

"Well, I guess I better go to the store and get some cat chow so she can have something to eat while she's here." Hardison said. "You two can handle giving her a bath while I'm gone."

Eliot rolled his eyes and got up to help Parker clean the cat off.

"Get a wet washcloth." He said. "I'll hold it still while you get as much of the mud off as you can."

Parker gently handed the cat to Eliot and ran to the other room. The cat let out a quiet broken meow that was barely more than a squeak as she passed it to Eliot. It clung to Eliot's arm with its claws, and he could feel the thing trembling. He wondered if it was cold or just scared.

Parker came back a minute later with a washcloth soaked in warm water. Eliot held the cat out so Parker could wipe away  all the mud but after a while Eliot realized the washcloth wasn't going to be enough to get the cat clean. He sighed.

"It's gonna need a real bath." He said. “We’ll take it to the bathroom and do it in the tub.”

"She's not gonna like that." Parker pointed out.

The cat didn't mind nearly as much as Eliot expected. Or at least she didn't show it, maybe she was too exhausted or too scared to struggle. Her ears were pinned back in discomfort but she didn't put up a fight. She just sat in the tub, still clinging to Eliot's arm with her front paws as Parker rubbed soap into her fur. When Parker was done lathering the cat with soap Eliot helped rinse all the soap off, running his free hand over the cat's whole body as Parker poured warm water over it.

As Eliot ran his fingers through the cat's wet fur, he could feel scars. Most were old and long since healed up, but a few were more recent, still scabbed with blood.

"She's had a hard life, hasn't she." Parker said. "No family to love her, having to fight to survive."

"Yeah, seems like she has." Eliot said.

She's trying to guilt me into keeping it.

"She's old too." Parker pointed out. "Older animals are less likely to get adopted, you know."

Eliot sighed and shook his head.

I'm not going to let her guilt me into this. He told himself.

She was right though. The cat was old. Now that all the mud was gone, he could see that her face was covered in gray hairs.  The rest of her was a dusty brown color with tabby stripes. She was a cute cat, he had to admit. She reminded him of the cat he had as a kid.

Eliot shook his head.

Can't let myself get attached. He reminded himself.

He grabbed a dry towel and gently rubbed as much of the water off as he could. Then he set the cat down on the ground.

"Do we really have to lock her in here?" Parker asked.

"She can wander around the back rooms until we go to bed." Eliot said reluctantly. "As long as we keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't get into anything."

Parker's face lit up and she opened the bathroom door. No sooner had she done so, the cat scampered out of the bathroom into the livingroom and darted under the couch.

***

When Hardison got home, he found the cat wandering around, cautiously smelling everything. Parker was watching the cat intently and Eliot had his face in a book, paying no attention to the cat whatsoever, or at least pretending not to pay any attention. 

"So I see the cat isn't actually staying in the bathroom then." Hardison said with a sly smile. 

"She'll be put in there when we go to bed." Eliot said. "She's just hanging out out here while we can keep an eye on her."

Hardison smiled and poured a little food into the new bowl he had bought for the cat and when he looked up, he caught a dirty look from Eliot.

"What?"

"You bought the cat a new food bowl?"

"Yeah." Hardison shrugged.

"Damnit Hardison."

"She needs a dish!"

"The cat is not staying." Eliot insisted.

Hardison just rolled his eyes and set the bowl on the ground next to his feet.

The cat snuck cautiously up, but didn't come close enough to eat.

"Oops, excuse me little lady." Hardison said and backed away from the food bowl.

As soon as the cat decided Hardison was a safe distance away, she darted forward and began scarfing down the food, making happy little meows as she ate.

Parker and Hardison both chuckled at the muffled meows coming from the cat.

"I don't think I've ever heard a cat do that." Hardison mused.

I have. Once. Eliot thought, then quickly dismissed the thought.

As soon as the cat was done eating Parker tried to creep closer to pet her, but the cat darted away and sat down, wrapped her tail around her feet and stared at Parker.

"Aww it's okay little kitty." Parker promised. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Parker sat down on the ground and scooted closer, but the cat moved away again.

"Parker, leave the cat alone." Eliot said without glancing up from his book. "She'll come to you when she's ready."

Parker reluctantly got up and settled herself on the couch between Eliot and Hardison.

***

Hardison stretched and yawned.

"Welp, I think it's time for me to get to bed." He said and got up from the couch. "Want me to put the cat up?" 

"Nah, I got it." Eliot shrugged.

"Okay, night night." Hardison said and made his way up the stairs.

Parker got up to follow him.

"Good night, Eliot." She said.

"G'night."

"I really want to keep the cat." Parker said as she climbed into bed next to Hardison.

"Oh babe, we're keeping the cat." Hardison said definitely.

"But Eliot was very clear that he doesn't want to keep her. I know he's not the boss of us, but I feel like we should respect his opinion, right?"

Hardison wrapped his arms around Parker and pulled her close.

"Parker let me let you in on a little secret that Eliot would probably kill me for telling you. He'd never admit it, but he loves that cat already. He's growing more and more attached to her every second. We just have to pretend like we don't notice it for a while, let him think he’s got us fooled. Before ya know it, he’ll cave and let us keep her."

Parker smiled and snuggled in closer to Hardison.

“I think we should call her Snickers.” Parker said

“I like Snickers.” hardison mumbled sleepily. “But don’t tell Eliot till he’s agreed to keep her.”

***

Parker woke up again in the middle of the night and wondered if Eliot was still awake. She carefully slipped out of Hardison’s arm and crept down the stairs. She found Eliot curled up, sound asleep on the couch. The cat was curled up in the curve of Eliot's stomach, nestled into a pile of blankets, purring loudly. 

So the cat’s not staying in the bathroom after all.

She smiled and crept back to the bedroom, nudged Hardison awake and motioned for him to follow her. Together they crept back to the living room.

Hardison chuckled quietly to himself when he saw Eliot asleep with the cat.

"What'd I tell you? He's in love with the cat already."

***

Monday rolled around, but Eliot didn’t seem to be in any hurry to take the cat to the shelter.

"Ya gonna take the cat today?" Hardison asked. 

He already knew the answer was no. Eliot was completely and thoroughly attached.

"If I find the time." Eliot shrugged. "Kinda busy today, though."

Hardison and Parker shot each other knowing smiles.

"Well, I can take her if you want." Hardison offered, knowing full well Eliot wouldn't accept it.

"No, I'll do it as soon as I'm not busy."

***

When evening rolled around the cat was still wandering around the back rooms of the brewpub, but Eliot's day had proven to be much less busy than he said. He had worked out a little, gone over the brewpub menu to make a few revisions and taken one client meeting, but all of that took less than half the day.

There should have been plenty of time to take the cat to the shelter. Hardison noted smugly to himself. But he doesn't want to say goodbye.

***

Tuesday really was a busy day. They spent the whole day planning, and executing a heist and by the time they got home, the shelter was closed for the evening.

Eliot grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and pressed it to his aching shoulder. Then he slumped down onto the couch with a sigh and leaned his head against the back, closing his eyes.

The fight he had with the security guards hadn't been particularly rough, but one of them had managed to wrench his shoulder pretty bad. he had popped a couple painkillers on the way home, but it was still aching.

He looked up when he heard a tiny squeak from the cat as she jumped onto the opposite end of the couch and made her way over to him.

The cat never seemed to meow properly. It always came out more like a raspy squeak, as if she had lost her voice. He was reminded once again of the cat he had as a kid, the only other cat he had ever known who had a meow like that.

She rubbed her head against his leg and walked in circles across his lap a few times before laying down and curling up on his lap, purring softly. Eliot scratched behind her ears, and she started purring louder.

Damnit. He thought. She's not going anywhere, is she? We're stuck with her now.

***

Wednesday morning, Eliot woke to find the cat wasn't asleep next to him like she had been when he fell asleep. He got up and wandered into the next room where he  found Parker, but the cat wasn't there. Neither was Hardison.

"Where's Hardison?" Eliot asked.

"Oh, He figured since we’re keeping the cat, it was probably time to take her to the vet and get her checked up. Ya know, make sure she doesn't have any illnesses or anything we need to know about. The only available time they had was first thing in the morning."

"Woah, we never agreed to keep..." Eliot trailed off and gave in, shaking his head. "Well make sure he knows to get a litter box while he's out."

Parker smiled and nodded.

"Damn cat." Eliot muttered fondly to himself as he set to work making breakfast.

“Also, we’re calling her Snickers.” Parker added.

Eliot smiled. He liked that name, mostly because Parker was the one who came up with it, but he liked it all the same.

[kaitoujokerscans]

Get Back Hachi’s Memories! CH1

Notice!!

"Tonight, I'll come to take the diamond 'The Monster's Heart' from the Harmony Theater's performance of the play 'The Tragic Monster'!

Phantom Thief Joker"

<1> Getting Along (?)

A round moon hung in the night sky. The silence of the night was broken by a loud yell which rang through the living room of the airship Sky Joker.

"I'VE HAD IT! I won't forgive you for this, EVER!"

The yell came from a boy of short stature. An aqua-colored hood covered his head, and the ninja outfit he wore was of a similar aqua color. Below his shiny metal headband were two round, shiny yellow eyes. Yet those cute round eyes were presently filled with flames of rage.

"Enough! You've absolutely crossed the line this time! Please apologize, Joker-san!" The boy pointed emphatically at a young man in a red suit.

Tufts of silver hair spiked out from under his azure silk hat, and his cool cobalt eyes sparkled. Atop his red suit, blue dress shirt, and yellow tie ensemble, a brilliant letter "J" shone on his lapel. The young man's name: Phantom Thief Joker!

Joker flapped the purple cape that hung off his back and, raising his gloved hands up to shoulder height, jeered at the ninja boy in front of him.

"Nooooo way! There's absolutely no chance I'm gonna apologize to you, Hachi!"

"Why not!? It was your fault, Joker-san!"

The boy called Hachi kept a hostile tone as he glared at Joker. Hachi was Joker's assistant in phantom thieving and was a descendant of the Fuuma ninjas.

"Hmph, it wasn't just me though! Besides, why have I always gotta apologize to you anyway!?"

"Excuse me!? It's because you always do things that merit an apology in the first place, Joker-san!"

"I'm sick of bowing my head to you all the time. Oh, I've got it! I'll apologize for everything at once at the end of the year, so just let me off the hook 'till then."

Joker's suggestion only added fuel to the fire of Hachi's anger. "HAAAAAAAAH!? That doesn't make any sense! I just want you to apologize for what happened today! And you're not being repentant about it at all, either!"

"Then I'll come up with some repentance at the end of the year too."

"'Come up' with it!? You really don't feel guilty at all, do you!? There's no point in receiving an apology if you're going to be like that!"

"There, see what I mean? Then there's no point in me apologizing now."

"ARRRRGH! You're constantly twisting my words like that... Joker-san, you have no empathy for other people whatsoever!"

"Yeah I do. At least, I can tell that you're angry. I just think that there's no reason for you to be that angry."

"Joker-san, that's not a good excuse! One day you're going to regret hurting people's feelings like that!"

"No I won't."

"No! You're definitely going to regret it one day!"

Hachi kicked and swayed his legs and arms as he argued. In front of him, Joker just scratched his own cheek with a weary expression.

"Sheesh... would you give it a rest already? It's almost time to get to work... If you keep whining at me, I won't bring you along."

"Mrrgh... I'm not going!" said Hachi, puffing up his cheeks and turning around. Then he picked up the round green creature which had been watching the argument.

"Hosshi, have some konpeito." He opened up a jar filled with candy and gave it some. Hosshi was Joker and Hachi's pet.

"Hosshi♪" Hosshi seemed to have no interest in the argument. With an adorable smile, it started to chow down on the konpeito which Hosshi had offered.

With a stunned look, Joker asked Hachi, "What? You're not tagging along to my job?"

"I'm not going! Do whatever!"

"Oh, so that's how it is."

"Go ahead by yourself and get yourself into some awful mess! Don't come crying to me—" Hachi turned around, only to find that Joker had vanished. "Huh...? Joker-san?"

Hachi looked all around. Then he heard Joker's voice from the transmitter in the living room.

"Then I'm headed off on my own!"

"Wha-!?" Shocked, Hachi looked out the window. There, against the darkness of night, Joker was holding a large balloon overhead and floating in midair.

"Heh heh, looks like it'll be smooth sailing tonight! 'Cause there's nothing weighing me down!" Joker taunted with a devilish smile on his face, then began his gentle descent downward.

As Joker shrank into the distance, Hachi puffed up his cheeks and squeezed Hosshi tight.

"H-Hosshi!" Hosshi squirmed around in discomfort.

Hachi yelled out at the top of his lungs. "FINE, BE THAT WAY!"

Joker lightly descended through the cold night air. The "Balloon Gum" which he was hanging onto was one of his phantom thief tools. When chewed, it would fill with a gas lighter than air and form a bubble just like gum. If held up high, this bubble could float up carrying the weight of one person or so. It was an essential tool for approaching a treasure's hiding place by air.

Yes, Joker was about to steal a certain treasure. Usually he'd be filled with excitement before a job, but this time he was annoyed.

"Tch, what's Hachi's problem!?"

Joker had acted carefree earlier, but to tell the truth, he was angry inside. The reason for this was, naturally, the argument they'd had.

 It all started about an hour ago.

Joker had just cleared Stage 7 of the recently-released video game Big Brawl Battle Smasher 3 after an all-night session and proceeded to knock out cold. He woke up again after noon and, still bleary, wobbled into the living room. He rubbed his eyes and made his way to the table set for lunch, when suddenly he caught sight of "Stage 8" on the console screen and couldn't tear his gaze away. Even stepping away for a little while meant that he might be missing out on something. The first few days after a game's launch were crucial. He couldn't risk getting spoiled during the hype.

"Joker-san, at least put the game away during meals, please," reproached Hachi as he prepared more side dishes to go with the omelette rice.

"Oh quiet, I'm at a good part."

"Geez... I put all the effort into making this and now it's going cold. Is there anything else you want to eat?"

"No, I'm good. Could you stop bothering me?"

"Good grief..." Hachi wearily sat down and quietly started to eat his lunch. Next to the table, Hosshi eagerly munched its konpeito just as quietly.

His eyes still glued to the screen, Joker finally reached out to grab his spoon... over five minutes later. His omelette rice had already cooled off.

"Hm... ah, there's an item over here too..."

Deftly using his left hand to continue playing, he lifted a spoonful to his lips. He mechanically deposited the sustenance into his mouth. It was obvious that he hadn't registered the taste at all. Seeing this, Hachi sighed.

Then Joker seemed to realize something and abruptly said, "Hachi, soy sauce."

"Soy sauce?"

Looking again, Joker had a deep-fried fillet left over from last night's dinner held with his chopsticks. The soy sauce dispenser in front of him was empty. Apparently it had just run out.

"Joker-san, I thought you liked worcestershire sauce with your fillets?"

"I'm in the mood for soy sauce right now. Hurry it up."

Predictably, Hachi was offended by this attitude. "No. If you want soy sauce, please get it yourself."

Hearing this, Joker took his eyes off the screen and scowled at Hachi. When he saw that Hachi was ignoring him and eating his own food, he threw out a "Hmph. You're mean." Then he stood up, game console still in hand.

"Sheesh, where is it..." Glancing back at his game regularly, he opened up each of the cupboards in turn and at last found a soy sauce dispenser on an upper shelf. "Finally, there it is."

Joker set the game down to the side and stretched on his toes to get the dispenser. Just as his hand touched the dispenser way in the back...

A ding came from the console. It was an alert that let him know he'd found a new item.

"Oh, a new item!"

Prize in hand, Joker got off his toes too quickly and the dispenser brushed up against something. A moment later, there was a loud CRASH! of something smashing against the ground right where he was standing. He looked down and saw that that "something" was a small wooden box. The box had been hit by the dispenser and fell down. Whatever was inside had been broken.

"Oh, oops..." Joker stared at the box with a guilty look. Hearing the noise, Hachi and Hosshi ran in.

"Hosshi?"

"What was that sound!? ...AAAAAAAAH!" When he caught sight of the wooden box, Hachi rushed over to pick it up. The rattle of broken pieces came from inside. Hachi gently opened the lid to reveal the shattered pieces of some kind of tableware. It was a light brown color, and judging by the size, it had probably been a cup. It looked like it had something written on it, but the shattered pieces were small enough that deciphering the words would be difficult.

"Aaah..." Hachi was crestfallen. He picked up the shards with his small hands and sighed deeply. His shoulders dropped with disappointment.

Beside him, Joker blithely said, "Sorry about that! It got nudged."

"Uuhrm..."

"I was trying to get the soy sauce, but then I got a new item, and when I pulled the dispenser out, the box must've gotten pulled along with it."

"......" Hachi didn't seem to hear. He just stared at the shards inside the box.

"But it's not totally my fault, y'know?"

"Huh...?" These unexpected words from Joker made Hachi turn around.

"'Cause that was a pretty dumb place for you to put the soy sauce in the first place, yeah? And if whatever that is is that important, then you shouldn't've put it so high up. No wonder it fell."

"What...? You mean it's my fault for putting them there?" Hachi asked back, hardly believing his ears.

"Not exactly, but I'm just saying it wasn't just my fault. Oh, another new item!" The game console had dinged again. Eyes glued to the screen, Joker started back for the living room.

"Ah, bring the soy sauce, would you?" Joker didn't even spare a glance as he moved away.

Hachi screamed at him. "JOKER-SAN!"

"? ..." Joker stopped in his tracks and turned around to see Hachi standing in the middle of the kitchen with his hands on his hips and a terrible fire in his eyes.

"Say you're sorry!"

His menacing stance was enough to startle Joker. "Eh...? I already did, right? I told you 'sorry'."

"That's not good enough! Please give me a genuine apology!"

"Huh? Whaddaya mean?" Something about Hachi's forceful tone set Joker off too. "I said it. And it's not entirely my fault. Don't get so up in arms over a crummy old teacup."

"Wha... Excuse me? What is with your attitude!? Say you're sorry! I'll have you know that teacup meant a lot to me!"

"Well, I can pay you back for it right away. I could steal you an even better one sometime if you prefer." Joker tried to grin at Hachi.

"That's not the issue! You broke something important to me, so it's only polite to give a proper apology first! Or is even that beyond you?"

"Say what? Don't talk to me about politeness. Anyway, I'm busy. Save it for later," said Joker, switching his attention back to his game and walking towards the living room. Hachi ran after him and cut him off, blocking his way.

"Apologize!"

"Sheesh, you're stubborn. Will you drop it already?"

"No, I won't!"

"Ohhh, fine. 'I'm sorry.' Does that work?"

Joker's patronizing tone made Hachi boil over with anger. He wrenched the game console out of Joker's hands and hurled it at the living room sofa.

"Are you crazy!?"

"I'VE HAD IT! I won't forgive you for this, EVER!" Hachi yelled, louder than he had ever heard him before...

 That was what had led to the current situation.

As he observed the neon lights of the city sprawled out below, Joker clicked his tongue. Okay, maybe it was my fault a little, but he didn't need to get so angry about it...

Well...... maybe I was a little too caught up in my game...

This wasn't the first time that Hachi had nagged at him. Usually he was so uptight about the smallest things that Joker just backtalked on impulse. Maybe the pent-up frustration from all those times had made Hachi stand his ground and speak up this time. And that made the blood rush to Joker's head too.

It had devolved into a back-and-forth after that. Joker had ended up raising his voice too and was now stubbornly determined to not apologize.

In retrospect, maybe he was to blame for everything after all. He could turn back and go apologize, but he just wasn't feeling up to it right now...

"Well, whatever. Hachi'll be in a better mood if I have a good story to tell when I get back," Joker said out loud to himself. Then he twisted around and leaned his body in to descend. Up ahead was the Harmony Theater, the recipient of his latest notice, illuminated with dazzling spotlights as tonight's audience was admitted inside.

...But this time, Joker should have called it off. If he had gone back immediately and apologized to Hachi, disaster wouldn't have struck. At this moment, Joker had no idea that something terrible had just happened to Hachi back at the airship...

[spookmemepls]

☠ ― 𝐼𝑏 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. (𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 "𝐼𝑏".)

"Not too shabbyyy!"

"Your scream was scarier."

"I don't think this is... good for my mental health..."

"___, do you understand this painting?"

"Oh dear, I have awful bags under my eyes..."

"These stairs are killer... there's still more?"

"___, did you remember everything?"

"I'll show you a secret spot."

"...This is your first time in an art gallery, right, ___?"

"Oh, thank heavens! There's someone here besides me!"

"You know you can't run away... but nothing goes well either... wonder why?"

"Why do you talk like a lady?"

"Let's hold hands, ___!"

"Where else have we not checked?"

"......I don't want to lie to you... but I... don't want to tell you the truth either..."

"It is better to be gentle than harsh, don't you agree?"

"...No matter how I look at it, this is NOT "cute"."

"Ahh, that was brutal... Such cruelty on my exhausted legs..."

"I've had enough scares... My heart can't take it."

"Keep it safe in your pocket, okay? Don't lose it!"

"Maybe I should go have a smoke..."

"I'd probably wet myself, not gonna lie."

"I think I'll go mad if I stay in this dreadful place for too long..."

"...How long are you going to follow me?"

"Liar!"

"Wow, you're a meanie..."

"I think I... swallowed something hard!"

"......Ugh... it... hurts..."

"Why are you ignoring me? Do you hate me?"

"Wh... what is it THIS time!? I've nothing left for you to take!"

"I see... then you wouldn't know a thing about the how or the why of all this either, huh."

"Shall we look for a way out?"

"If need be, I can at least try to carry you on my shoulder."

"I... I was just a little startled! R-really, nothing more than that!"

"Well done, finding this little passage...!"

"Why, I feel like I could fall asleep right here..."

"Come on, cheer up! It's a disservice to your adorable little face to look so dour."

"Perhaps it's just my imagination, but does this room smell like fish to you?"

"Are you alright?! That was impossible to dodge...!"

"Don't you find that your ears kind of hurt when it's too quiet?"

"That was one nasty surprise!"

"I don't like the dark! It's scary not being able to see..."

"Huh? That sound's... getting closer..."

"Be careful...! Something just moved..."

"I get it, alright?! Don't kick me! I'm sorry!!"

"...What is this? Some little... piece of trash?"

"For such a big guy, you sure are cheeky."

"That doesn't look very comfortable to sit on..."

"Gyaaaah! What is THAT?! Gross!"

"Maybe that key... opens that door there?"

"I wish things wouldn't suddenly fall like that... It's bad for my poor heart."

"Well, chow time!"

"I'm sure I saw this painting's eyes glow..."

"You look pale... are you okay?"

"Oh... are you not going to eat the candy? Do you not like lemon flavor?"

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

Jealousy and No homework

Marvel Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Requested by @moonlight-ee.

A/N: This is a little similar to the Flirtacious Incident imagine. You don't have to read that to understand this one-shot.

Summary: One thing that Peter absolutely despised was the way guys would come up to you, starting up conversations just to annoy him. Gwen - your sister - thought it was hilarious to see the way Peter would clench his fists or tense his jaw. After one conversation with a guy, it took a little more than reassuring to tell Peter you were with him.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

L/F/M: Least Favorite Movie

Gwen Stacy -> your sister

Warnings: a little makeout session at the end, but nothing major!

Peter Parker x-reader

"Y/N! Get up, we're gonna be late for school!" Gwen exclaimed, knocking on the door. I rolled over in bed and groaned when my sister ushered me to get up. "Come on! Peter's going to be here in a few minutes, and you know how he gets when we're late," she continued. I pulled my comforter off and stumbled over to my dresser.

After a few minutes, I changed, looking more presentable than before. I opened my door and made my way downstairs. My younger brothers sat at the kitchen island, chowing down some waffles my mother made. "Morning, sweetheart," my father kisses my forehead with a hand reaching towards the coffee mug beside the Keurig.

Gwen walked down the steps with her brown bag over her arm. She fixed the sleeve of her suit jacket. "Cute overalls," she complimented. "Thanks. They're yours," I replied, straightening the cuff of the golden brown's cuff.

"They're what?" she said.

I ignored her statement, smirking. She turned to me with furrowed brows. "Okay. Kids, I will be a little bit late home from work tonight, so dinner is up in the air," my mother said. She handed me a cup of coffee. I sat between Philip and Simon, Gwen joining my side. My mother handed us a plate of waffles with our topping of choice.

"Alright, boys, let's get to school," my father grabbed them by the shoulders and pushed them towards the front door.

We wished them a good day at school before finishing our breakfast. During our conversation, Peter had made his way up to the front door. He politely knocked on the door. I looked over my shoulder and shot him a smile. "We'll see you after school, mom," Gwen said. Our mom kissed us on the top of the head.

She handed us each a container of our favorite fruit, telling us to share it with Peter if he wanted some. I slipped on my white keds and grabbed my backpack from the bench. "Good morning, sweet boyfriend," I bowed. He rolled his eyes playfully and put an arm around my shoulders.

"I'm here too," Gwen pointed out.

"And hello, Gwen," Peter waved. After some walking, the three of us made it to school. My boyfriend opened the door for my sister and me. We weaved through the crowds of people, finally arriving at our lockers. Thankfully, all three of our lockers were somewhat in the same spot.

Peter held my backpack as I sifted through the textbooks, trying to figure out what I needed. "Hey. I promised Flash that I'd help with Geometry," Gwen said. "You're still helping him?" I said, setting my AP literature textbook at the bottom of the locker. "Yes, I am. He really needs help," Gwen closed the door to her locker.

She hugged her books, looking at our faces. "We'll see you in Ecology then," I said. She smiled and waved goodbye before disappearing into the crowd. "Can you believe that she's still tutoring him?" Peter commented. "No, no. I cannot," I responded. He chuckled and zipped up my backpack, handing it to me.

I thanked him and slipped my arm through the strap of the backpack. He opened his own locker while I helped him with his things. "Um, excuse me," someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned around, thinking it might've been the person with the locker underneath mine.

"Oh, Theo, hey," I said. "Hey. How are you doing?" he leaned against the other locker. He crossed his arms with a smirk on his face. His red hair was slicked back with the strong aroma of hair gel. Peter looked at Theo. "I'm doing okay," I replied.

Theo smirked and nodded along. He glanced behind him like he was looking for Gwen. "So, what're you doing tonight?" Theo questioned. Peter let out a sigh and grabbed the spine of his textbook. I could sense his anger and uneasiness. "Probably just staying in," I answered. "It seems like you do that a lot," Theo replied.

Peter's grasp on the book tightened, his fingers became red, and his knuckles a pale white. I tried to hint to Theo in any way that I wasn't interested. "Yeah, well, I'm more of a homebody," I stated. "I have an extra ticket to L/F/M, if you wanted to come with my friends and me," Theo offered.

He stole a glimpse at Peter, who was trying to ignore the situation. Peter shut his locker and held onto the strap of his backpack as it sat on his shoulder. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm not interested," I declined. Theo's brows raised.

He chuckled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his light-washed jeans. "And, I've got a boyfriend, and I don't think he'd appreciate me going out with someone who wouldn't want to just watch a movie," I remarked. "C'mon, I can tell you want me," Theo insisted.

"Yeah, I want you to leave me alone," I said. I waved him goodbye and led Peter to our Geography class. We walked to the aisle where we sat, joining our fellow group mates.

_________

(After school)

Peter laid across my bed, playing with a red rubber ball. He threw it up and caught it before it fell on his chest. I tapped my pencil on my chin while we worked on our project for Literature. We were to read two short stories and then compare them. Peter was quiet when we began working.

I'd like to think that it's his way of brainstorming, but it wasn't normal for him to only say something sometimes. I looked over my shoulder to see him looking at the emoji on the front of the rubber ball.

"Okay. I've got the first comparison done, have you started on the second one?" I asked. He sat up from the bed and grabbed his opened laptop from beside him. Peter looked through the document on his computer. "What's up with you? You've been quiet since we got out of school," I said, setting my pencil beside my computer.

He shrugged his shoulders and sat up in my bed. Peter set his computer on the pillow beside him. "Has that Theo guy asked you out before?" Peter asked. I closed my computer and walked to the bed, joining his side. "I mean, yeah, but I've always said I'm not interested or unavailable," I answered.

Peter tossed the ball between each of his hands, watching it as he played. I reached over and grabbed the rubber ball from him, and set it on the bedside table. "Why haven't you ever told me?" Peter questioned. "I didn't think it was necessary. Gwen has told him off a few times, and he just stopped talking to me," I responded.

"Except for this time, when I was with you," Peter nodded. I sighed, nodding as well. I looked to the side with a smile appearing on my face. "I thought that comeback to Theo's pickup line was pretty sick," Peter said.

"Really?"

"Really," he repeated. Peter leaned in to kiss me, further preventing me from speaking. I smiled against his lips with my hands pressing onto the mattress. Peter's hands rested on my waist, lightly pushing my green tank top.

Peter and I continued to kiss as articles of clothing were being thrown all over the place. The feeling of Peter’s lips trailed up the side of my neck. I yelped slightly when Peter leaned back and flipped me over. He hovered over me with a smile on his face. "I just can't believe you got jealous," I spoke.

"I wasn't jealous," he insisted. "Mmm, I think you were," I said, grabbing his collar to join my lips with his again. So, for the rest of the afternoon, we didn't get our homework done.

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[tamayosclinic]

I love your writing, espically ones with my faves. May I request a scenario of Giyuu X Fem! Reader having a meal together after a mission? Adding more fluff that you have to wipe his face bc he a messy eater. Also I know this may come off as very self indulgent 👉👈... could the reader favourite food be kaisendon?

Messy, but Cute | Giyuu x F!Reader

Warning(s): None

Author's Note(s): This request was so adorable and don't worry about being self-indulgent, Nonny. That's one of the reason I write requests. Enjoy.

Word Count: 425

“Giyuu,” you squeal as you rush to meet your boyfriend halfway across the garden. He didn’t outwardly match your enthusiasm, but you knew to look past it and read his movements. His arms stretch out for a hug you gladly gave him—giggling as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “Awe, missed me?” 

Giyuu nods, leaning further to relish the close contact. Both of you have been on missions for some time, and since you are Giyuu’s only source of contact, he was touch-starved. His growling stomach signaled that he was not starving physically only. 

“After we report to the master, let’s go to our favorite restaurant,” you suggest, feeling Giyuu nod against you again. You try to pull away from him, but his hold is firm until the twin girls announce the master’s arrival. 

…

People are so dramatic. You roll your eyes as people flood out of the restaurant; expressions freeze in shock. Giyuu’s smile was so potent that it would one-hit KO if he utilized it in a form. 

On the bright side, an empty restaurant meant Giyuu was more open to affection—at least, subtle forms of PDA. Both of you held hands under the table while waiting for your food to arrive. 

“How were your missions?” 

“Good.” 

“I heard you had been paired up with Shinobu in a mission again. Did she give you a hard time?” 

“Not more than usual. She didn’t bring up Tanjiro and Nezuko.” 

“That’s great. So the master’s verdict silenced her.” 

“It’s not just that. They two seemed to have rubbed off on her.” 

“How- oh, the food’s here,” you declare, seeing the waitress approach your orders.  

“Giyuu, settle down,” you urged. Giyuu eagerly chowed away at his salmon daikon. He stops to gaze at you, but your attention shifts to the growing cluster of crumbs on either side of his lips. 

Without hesitation, you lick the pad of your thumb and wipe away the crumbs. For a brief minute, you and Giyuu are staring eye to eye then Giyuu resumes his eating. Your suspension is confirmed when he pauses to let you wipe more crumbs off him. 

“You’re so messy,” you titter lovingly, “but I wouldn’t have you any other way.” 

You see Giyuu’s eyes scan the empty restaurant before leaning over the table. You meet him halfway and give each other a peck on the lips before continuing with your meals. When Giyuu paused, you did too so you could clean off the crumbs even as your kaisendon grew colder by the minute.

[tainoidiot]

Get Low

Jervis Tetch X Reader with low blood sugar

CWs: Medical Stuff, cursing, nothing too hardcore.

Desc: Based on personal experiences (Insulin Resistant PCOS). I've wanted to make this for a hot minute!

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As you sat in the chair seated front and center to Jervis explaining his latest scheme, you couldn't help but laugh at his tactics. God he was so cute when he rambled..

"I'm thinking we strike from here, that way the bat won't find us till later that evening." Jervis explained, pointing at the dock.

"You're counting on him to come?" You ask, twirling the spoon in your porcelain tea cup with small blue flowers decorated on the sides. "Well he does every other time, might as well prepare for the brute.." He grumbled, angrily writing that down in his notebook.

You nodded in agreement. Suppose you hadn't thought of that before. "How does he even know we're there.." you stopped mid sentence. Your entire body began to feel stiff, yet when you looked down you noticed your trembling tea cup. Placing it on a nearby table only confirmed your suspicions. "E-Excuse me, I'm gonna use the bathroom." As soon as you said that, you practically ran off toward a small area where you could check your blood sugar.

Rummaging through your bag, you looked for your glucose monitor everywhere. You took it everywhere! Did you leave it at home today? Fuck! Didn't matter. Just pop a glucose tablet and you'll be fine.. you hoped. After doing so, all you could try was playing it cool. You're definitely not going to pass out soon, just need to get a little something to eat..

Looking at the table, you remembered. Jervis can really only cook one thing. Sweets. It wouldn't last long if you just had that, this wasn't good. Time to bounce.

"Sorry, Jervis. I just remembered I have something tomorrow to do. Gotta head out.. Like now." You exclaimed, grabbing your items and booking it for the door.

"Oh, alright! Is everything alright, bunny?"

"Yes, everything's fine! Get off my ass!" Oh jesus. You didn't mean to yell at him, but you did. Jervis could sense something was off, so he didn't really mind. "No need to shout, do you want to to tell me what's bothering you?" He asked, patting the chair you sat on. You sighed and nodded, realizing you've never told him about this side before.

"It's not you, it's me. My blood sugar lowers sometimes, and I get all kinds of... fucked." You explained away what happened. The nausea you'd get, the tremors, even the mood swings. Jervis nodded, worriedly looking at you. "I would've been more prepared, but this honestly slipped my mind. I've been having such a good few weeks lately!"

Jervis sighed, patting your hand and getting up, grabbing a large plate of appetizers. "Well, what kind of host would I be if I didn't have.." He revealed the items on the plate, making you excitedly gasp. "Tea Sandwiches!"

Long acting sources of sugar! PROTEIN! you could kiss him! Before Jervis could get another word in, you grab at least five and chow them down. Of course, you were violently nauseas and shaking like a winter leaf, but you had a mission. "Slowly, Slowly! Please do not choke." Jervis laughed, rubbing your back.

You took a moment and gave him a hug, squeezing your hatter as strong as you could manage.

"Thank you, Jervis.. "

"No need to thank me, my bunny.."

[dragonjesterwrites]

Can I have Halloween headcanons with Sun/Moon and/or Dimentio x reader

Absolutely you may nonnie 😎🎃🦇 (gonna do just Sun/Moon right now, but I may do Dimentio later)

Halloween Headcanons with Sun/Moon

~~~~~

☀️

Sun loves candy! To give out, anyway, sadly he can't actually eat it- but that doesn't stop him from having a blast giving it out to all the good little trick-or-treaters at the Daycare

He adores each and every costume, from the simple sheet ghosts to the elaborate spaceman costumes. A few kids came dressed as him and Moon and to say he was delighted would be an understatement

Sun himself attempted a werewolf costume- he's got the rays for the ears, and both he and Moon thought it'd be funny if he turned into the moon- but he ended up getting confused for a cat by all the kids, so he went with it, sticking some pipe cleaners onto his faceplate to be "whiskers"

He absolutely sneaks you extra candy. You have at least several pounds of the stuff by the time the Daycare's closing down for the day.

He invites you to stay the night to watch spooky movies and chow down on candy! (Picks scary movies so you'll get scared and cuddle up to him but ends up being the one getting scared and cuddling up to you. It's Very Cute except also he's 200lbs of frightened robot and he's wrapped himself around you, good luck getting out of that one lmao)

🌛

Moon's in charge of the "tricks"- nothing scary, he just puts those little plastic glow-in-the-dark spider rings in the older kid's candy bowls sometimes.

He asks the kids questions about their costumes, and later weaves them into a big story with all the details the kids gave him. It's a massive hit with the kids and parents alike

Sun becomes a werecat, so Moon becomes a cat-moon- he keeps the whiskers on the crescent side of his faceplate and paints them with glowing paint.

Moon sneaks you extra candy too, but you also start finding glow-in-the-dark spider rings everywhere- in the drawers, on the monitor, in the playstructures, in a cup if you have one. You turned your back for one second with your hand hovering by your hip, feel something brush against a finger, and quickly look back to see one on said finger. Moon is nowhere to be seen, but you can hear fading giggles and faint bell ringing.

He builds a spooky blanket fort in his and Sun's room that you watch the movies in. Its made of black and orange blankets, and has bats and fake spiders hanging in and around it, with pumpkin string lights wrapped around the whole thing.

He is not scared of the scary movies, and instead you and him joke about how silly the protagonists are all night.

[dreadfulsanity]

Sinnerman

"I had a weird fucking day. Wakako threw something my way. Guy wanted someone to kill someone. So I asked who the target was. She didn't know. Now, I have no problem putting bullets into skulls of scum. Like Jataro Shobo. Seriously. The more I learn about the guy the more I wish I could kill him again. Utter piece of filth. But I digress. So I asked her what if the target is some nice, loving father of three. 'Then you will make the right decision, V.' Ugh. So I decided to hear the guy out at least. "

"Turns out, he was after the killer of his wife. Joshua Stephenson. Yes, the one who's all over the screamsheets lately. Passion of Christ nonsense. Looks like he got off death row by making a deal with corpos. Bill couldn't let that slide. Before you ask, yes, I agreed to help. Though I was hoping I'd still find an angle I could play. Anyways, we waited in his car until the target came in sight. No one said anything about NCPD though. We followed the van. I spare you the details. We caught up to them. Some badge with a stick up his ass threatened to shoot. Bill couldn't care less. Stormed with drawn weapon towards him. Tried to get in-between them, but... well, Bill is dead. And now Joshua wanted to... hire me to spend the day with him. Isn't that nice? There was also some corpo rat from the studio among the trio. I agreed, because... I was curious. Plain and simple. Btw... I apparently have a reputation among the NCPD. Dangerous to be around were the words Vasquez used. I'm no danger to badges, am I?"

River chuckled. "Well, I'm not a badge anymore, so I couldn't possibly say." He kissed her neck.

"Oh, we're getting to that. Apparently your old buddies like to gossip like school girls. We arrived at some house in SD where Joshua wanted to visit someone. Asked me to come with. Vasquez was giving me the stink-eye. You know me. I took that as a challenge. Maybe got a bit cocky. Called him cute, but that I have sadly only space for one cop in my bed. 'Ex-cop.' he snapped back at me."

"What?" Another chuckle.

"Told you. Apparently we're the talk at the NCPD."

"What did you say to that?"

"That you have bigger cojones than all the other badges at your precinct combined. And definitely bigger balls than Vasquez. With a very snotty look around his crotch region. He just grunted. I chuckled and went in after Joshua. Apparently that was the house where the mother of one of his victims lived. And he was besties with that victim's sister. She... forgave him. It was through her that he found god. Made me nauseous. Mum came home, didn't find it in her heart to forgive him and threw us out. Next stop was a diner. The corpo bitch wanted to get rid of me. I did not oblige. Made her mad. Worth it. We talked a bit more, Vasquez and Joshua wolfed down some chow. Then they left for the studio and I came here."

Val poured herself another whiskey.

"You know, this whole thing is insane. I mean, he's obviously bad people, and got sentenced to death for it. But the corp making bank on his suffering... they want to crucify him and record a braindance of that. What the hell is wrong with people? And then, as I was making my way home, the corpo bitch called. Begged for my help. Apparently Joshua has second thoughts. She wants me to set him straight. She'll be in for a rude awakening. He belongs back on death row. Not in a BD studio."

"Jesus, V. Your days are never boring, aren't they? Maybe I should come with you someday."

"I'd like that. Could do some NCPD scanners. Gigs that won't ruffle your conscience. Actually... I get a lot of mini gigs from my fixers, looking for missing persons. But for today, I'm done. Think about it. I'd like to have you around some more."

She drank the whisky in one go before grabbing his hand and pulling him off the counter.

"But for now..." She smirked seductively and guided him up the stairs to her bed.

[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

What dog breeds are everyone else?

Uhhhhh...

Jr: Border Collie. Clever, curious, full of energy, and SUPER friendly!!!

Lemmy: Chow Chow. Super small and cute, but also, apparently, very dangerous. Protective of people he's close to, mistrusting of others, and dominant personality

Larry: Annoying, demonic, stupid-ass Chihuahua

Morton: Friendly, helpful, happy Golden Retriever! The goodest of bois!

Wendy: Pitbull.

Iggy: I guess maybe a Dalmation...? High in energy and very intelligent. One that definitely has some bad habit of humping people's legs-

Ludwig: Cavalier King Charles Spaniel energy. They are super sweet, friendly, loving, gentle, cuddly, and "graceful." Not to mention, very little. ALSO, hair is VERY high maintenance

Roy: German shepherd... Looks a bit scary, but actually has a great personality! Super loyal and friendly!

Motley: Easy--Husky!! Talkative, playful, and at least a little bit chaotic

Peasley: Some fancy-ass breed...... POODLE

Topper: Great Dane. Looks aggressive and tough on the outside, but once you get to know him, really isn't that scary at all.

Hariet: Afghan Hound--Specifically because of the hair

Rango: Corgi energy, I think... A very silly, devious Corgi

Spewart: Yorkshire Terrier. Very skittish, but also super clever

[frozenwolftemplar]

Writer's Month Day 17: At a Wedding

(oh gosh, 17 already?!?)

Fandom: Tangled: the Series

Rating: G

Summary: Eugene talks to Cass at Trevor's seal wedding and comes to some sobering realizations about the aftermath of the debacle at the Great Tree.

So...I *meant* to write just something fun and silly, but then Cass's Burned Arm showed up and it became Angst. Oops? This plays with some of the themes I touched upon in 'Burned but not Broken' , including societal attitudes towards a disfiguring injury, albeit from Eugene's perspective. This is perhaps one of the pieces I'm most proud of for this month, so I hope you'll give it a glance.

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“Ugh!” Cass glowered out at the rapidly darkening sky though the open flap of the tent. “That’s the whole day! I told Raps we could only stay for an hour tops."

“Cass Cass Cass Cass...” Eugene shook his head patronizingly as he leaned back against the cake table, arms crossed casually across his chest. “It’s Rapunzel. At a wedding. For animals that could arguably be called cute by someone who can overlook the fact that they smell like fish. Did you really think you’d be able to drag her away before they started literally kicking guests out?”

Cass stabbed her slice of cake with an asperity previously unknown to desserts in answer.

Eugene edged a little further away from Cass, one wary eye on her fork all the while (because if anyone could turn a utensil designed for nothing tougher than pudding into a deadly weapon, it’d be Cass). “I’m just saying, look at her!” He gestured towards his girlfriend, deep in animated conversation with a dandily-dressed man who, judging by the way he kept pointing at the banners and bouquets and ice sculpture (nice, but it couldn't hold a candle to those giant swans Rapunzel for some reason thought were tacky), must have been the decorator. “Something like this is a Rapunzel paradise!”

"Guess it’s true, then," Cass remarked ruefully, popping a forkful of cake in her mouth. "One man’s Paradise is another man’s Hell."

Hmph. For someone chowing down on sugar-drenched dessert, Cass sure was sour tonight. “What number slice of cake is that for you?”

“Second.”

Eugene arched a brow and glanced at the neat stack of empty plates behind Cass on the table, definitely more than two high, but thought better of it when she glanced out the flap again. If the sky could've been murdered with a look, she’d have done it.

Eugene frowned. Cass had been no stranger to speaking her thoughts on Rapunzel's thousand and one detours, but did she always have to be so huffy about it? Especially when today's detour was a non-life-threatening, magic-free, surprisingly good party considering it was a seal wedding? At the very least she could be grateful Trevor went with a normal, human-edible cake flavor instead of halibut

Showing people how to look on the bright side was usually Rapunzel's forte, but he'd picked up a few pointers over the years.

“Look.” Eugene straightened and moved to stand in front of Cass, slicing the air with his hand and doggedly looking away from the hand holding the fork (because she was punishing that cake and yeesh). “I know you’re eager to get back to hoofin’ it on the road for hours on end and sleeping on bare rock.” (God, he missed the caravan). “No doubt in part because it's been absolutely destroying my hair and complexion. But it’s been a rough trip for all of us, between Pincosta and that whole curse business, not to mention the Hell that went down at the Great Tree-“

At the mention of that latest misadventure, Eugene found his eyes involuntarily drifting down to Cass's right arm, the one responsible for the tremble rattling the cake plate, and his tongue froze. All thoughts of forcing rose-tinted glasses on Cassandra disintegrated as the cake and other dainties sitting in his own stomach soured.

The Tree had been Hell for all of them, but most of all for her.

He hadn’t seen the burn; he’d been pretty out of it when they escaped the Great Tree, and by the time the fog cleared from his head she was already wearing the impenetrable armor that concealed it from view.

Rapunzel had seen it, but the one time he tried to press her for details, she’d uncharacteristically clammed up and said it wasn’t their business (which was odd, because since when was other people’s personal lives *not* Rapunzel’s business?). The only definitive he got out of her that the injury was *Cass’s* fault (which was somewhere odder since he’d seen Cass in battle and it was the one time he would deign to admit she was actually better than him at something).

As far as what lay beneath the armor, he had been effectively kept in the dark by both girls. But he wasn’t blind; when you’re the best thief in the Seven Kingdoms, you learn how to pick up on things. The perpetual wince lurking just under Cass’s carefully neutral mask, the way she fumbled her way through basic training exercises as she tried to force some semblance of her old swordswoman skill into her clumsy (don’t tell her he said that) left, the way she hung back dragging her feet behind the rest of the group instead of assuredly striding out front, snapping at him and Lance to pick up the pace.

And when she, the committed early riser, strode into camp just as the rest of them were getting up? He caught the dampness in her eyes.

It was bad. The sort of injury you don’t come back from, and the thought that Cass, capable, snarky, dauntless, cut-that-out-Fitzherbert-or-I’ll-make-you Cass was now a cripple...

Never in his life had he thought he’d feel sympathy for Cass, or want to hug her of all things, and yet here he was.

Cass followed his gaze, and for a moment he saw something flash across her face. Fear, maybe? Shame? Grief? But it was gone the next minute, replaced by a teeth-baring grimace that sent a passing waiter doing an about face.

“And?”

Her spat remark, a dare for him to say anything about what the armor hid, brought Eugene back. Because of course she wouldn’t want that. Once word got out (and it would, secrets were impossible to keep in Corona), she’d be trapped in a world where everyone looked at her with pity in their eyes, if they bothered to turn them her way at all. Nothing would be as it was, and as much as he wished he could stop that from happening...the best thief in the Seven Kingdoms also knows when things are beyond his control.

But things between them? Yeah, *that* he could make sure stayed exactly the same.

Clearing his throat, he crossed his arms smugly over his chest once again and slipped on a cocksure mask to match her defiant one. “I’m just saying, Dragon Lady, it wouldn't kill you to kick back, relax, and have a little fun.” (That arm might, though- he kicked aside the intruding thought).

The growl he could practically see building in Cass’s throat tapered off and the grimace became a (relatively) tame scowl. “We did that in Hookhand’s caravan earlier today. And even if we hadn’t spending an entire afternoon at a *seal wedding* is absurd!”

...Fair point.

“And as for fun, the last wedding we went to was way more fun than this!”

Eugene blinked, incredulous. “Seriously?!? I was bound and about to marry against my will, Lance was dying of poison, and you all had to fight your way through a crime boss’s pack of goons to get to the altar.”

Cass sighed wistfully, scraping her fork across the plate to collect the last lingering globs of icing. “Good times.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Not as much that’s wrong with whoever spent all this coin on a *seal wedding.*”

Eugene swept his gaze around the tent, taking in once again the silk tablecloths, crystal stemware filled with forty-year vintage, and the pile of ostentatiously wrapped presents, all of which he’d shaken and none of which held anything worth less than a pouch stuffed with silvers.

“Yeah, that's fair.” Then, as Cass set aside her picked-clean plate onto the stack and gingerly crossed her arms (he pretended her didn't notice the wince), added with a mostly-real grin, "Hate to see what Trevor does for a baby shower."

The sound she made wasn’t quite a laugh, and she didn’t grin like he’d hoped, simply looked a little less severe, but he decided to count that as a win.

There was more that needed to be said, weightier things, quieter things, deeper things than jokes and teases and those little put downs neither truly meant that marked their conversations. He could see that in her downcast eyes as well. But Eugene kept mum.

That’s what Cass would want, after all; she hated people prying into her life, she’d told him so herself. And while placing a standing offer on the table that if she ever wanted to talk he’d be happy to listen (he really would) wouldn’t qualify as prying...well, he was committed to providing her with normalcy, right? Yeah. And touchy-feely soul bearing conversations weren’t what ‘normal’ looked like between them. That was it. This decision was what Cass would want.

(and no, this wasn’t the coward’s way out; *no one* short of Rapunzel and the Captain would *willingly* make such an offer, that’s his story and he's sticking to it).

Still, he might have said something more, he might have...

But Rapunzel appeared, babbling excitedly about the decorator Eugene just *had* to meet because he had *so many* ideas for their wedding, and dragged him away without so much as a glance Cass’s way.

He did, though, looking briefly over his shoulder.

The gaiety of the wedding seemed to shrink from Cass, leaving her in a gray, shadowy hollow, crippled arm curled protectively against her chest, and a pang lanced through his own.

Never had she looked so alone.

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Author's Note: I love Eugene; I think we all do. I'm not trying to cast shade on him or anything like that. But for some people, it's hard knowing what to say to a person who's life has just been irrevocably changed for the worst, and that's what I was trying to capture here, while also accounting for his failure to really mention her injury in canon. I hope you enjoyed!