#ay look a fic i guess lmao

[faggotmox]

Show You How To Do This

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling (AEW) Rating: Explicit Characters: Jon Moxley, Claudio Castagnoli, (background) Bryan Danielson, Wheeler Yuta, Blackpool Combat Club, BCC Relationships: Jon Moxley/Claudio Castagnoli, background BCC Polycule Summary: Claudio shaves Mox's head before their match in Mexico. Word Count: 1,847 Writer's Notes: Shout out to @di0brando for proof reading/editing. You're the best. Yes, I know Yuta wasn't there but I pretend the whole BCC travels together like a weird version of Stark Tower in Marvel.

-> link to ao3

Show You How To Do This

"Damn it." Mox grunted as he dropped the clippers in his hand again, hunched over the hotel bathroom sink.

"You know," Claudio spoke up from the door that was supposed to be closed. "I could always help with that."

"Hey!" Mox glared at the reflection of his teammate. "I told everyone to stay the fuck out."

"I know." Claudio nodded along. "I got Bryan and Yuta to go for a run."

"You did?" Mox glanced behind the large man in his doorway.

"Yes, I did." Claudio crossed his arms over his chest. "Will you let me help you now?"

It wasn't that Mox was an insecure person, he didn't think his guys would suddenly think he was ugly without the little hair he kept. Mostly Mox just didn't like to change his appearance, and finally committing to the bald look was a pretty big change for him. Even if there wasn’t much hair left to remove. Mox knew he was sexy with or without hair, he just needed some time to adjust before everyone else got to see. He was the same with his tattoos as well, never telling people he was getting one and just letting himself adjust to it before the world got to have their opinion.

"…Sure." Mox let his shoulders slump. "It's the mirror. I can't figure out what way to go, you know?"

"Trust me, I know." Claudio smiled as he came further into the bathroom, letting the door close behind him despite being alone in the hotel. "Thank you for allowing me to help you."

"I should've just asked. I wanted to, but…" Mox gave a shrug.

"You do not like the change, I can understand that. You've never been keen on changing how you look." Claudio reiterated the thoughts that had flown through Mox's mind just moments before.

"You want me to sit or something?" Mox motioned to the closed toilet or the edge of the bath.

"No, it's alright. I'm tall enough." Claudio grinned at the annoyed look that got him. "I want to show you how to do this as well."

"Cool. Thanks." Mox smiled just a little into the mirror at Claudio.

It wasn't going to be a long process. Claudio started by explaining how the clippers worked before taking off all of Mox's fringe and then smoothing out the short fade. More hair fell away than Mox really expected as Claudio showed him which direction to run the clippers for the cleanest cut. The easy way Claudio fell into showing him made Mox feel more comfortable, more at ease. The large man had that effect on him more often than not.

The last of the length was cut away so Mox only had peach fuzz left.

"I'll get you an electric razor like mine to make this part easier, but…" Claudio couldn't help laughing at the fact Mox just had a safety razor. "You would have nicked yourself, darling."

"Shut up." Mox turned red. "I already did." He pointed to a little cut at the edge near his ear where he had clearly just tried and failed.

"Here. We'll use this instead." Claudio pulled out his dopp kit from near the sink to get out his straight razor and shaving cream.

"Have you been planning this?" Mox narrowed his eyes at the razor. "You don't cut your beard with a razor and you use the fancy waterproof one on your head in the shower."

"I may have noticed some things and decided to carry these around in case you asked for my help." Claudio at least looked abashed by being caught.

"Uh-huh." Mox turned to look directly up at Claudio. "You've been thinking about shaving me?"

"I-- you--" Claudio got flustered and had to look away.

"Is this the same reason why you talked Bryan and Wheeler into letting you groom their beards before shows, and do Bryan's braids?" Mox pressed himself slightly closer, even though there wasn't enough room.

"I simply know what I'm doing, and want to help." Claudio was turning a little red as Mox put his hand on the back of the larger man's neck.

"You always just wanna help, big guy." Mox's voice dropped slightly and Claudio pushed him up against the counter. "I think it's pretty hot when you do that shit."

"Jon…" Claudio sighed as he leaned into the other, his lips ghosting over Mox's ear as he tried to compose himself a little. "We need to finish."

"Think you can wait that long, Swiss?" Mox nipped at the underside of the chiseled jaw of Claudio.

"Stop trying to distract me." Claudio groaned as he worked to spin Mox back around.

"Fine, fine. Hurry up." Mox grumbled as he let himself be turned.

The shaving cream was applied lightly over Mox's head. The sensual feeling was a surprise to Mox. Maybe this was why Bryan and Yuta always seemed centered after Claudio groomed them. A shiver ran through Mox as he thought of it like that. Claudio was grooming them. The way Claudio made a lot of their gear, or at the very least tailored it, or how he always cooked for them, and helped them train. There was always a service Claudio provided them with an expert level of awareness.

"So, you always known you had a grooming fetish?" Mox held still but laughed at the incredulous look that earned him.

"Have you always known you were a brat?" Claudio shot back much to Mox's glee.

"Yeah, actually." Mox looked even more smug now as Claudio cleared the back of his head with slow, gentle, efficient strokes of the razor.

"Can you be patient for a few more minutes while I finish?" Claudio rolled his eyes as he moved onto the sides.

"Yes, daddy, I can." Mox's voice dripped sweet sarcasm.

"You're impossible."

The rest didn't take long. A few clean sweeps over the top. A couple touch ups. They were done. Mox blinked at himself in the mirror, reaching up to touch his scalp. It wasn't bad, he realized. It looked nice thanks to Claudio's careful touch. Mox had been terrified of obliterating part of his beard. There weren't any rough patches either. He let out a huge sigh of relief that he didn't realize he was holding in.

"You look good, Jon." Claudio smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of Mox's now-bald head.

"Thanks to you. I'd have missed patches and cut myself." Mox grinned as he rubbed along the side.

"You'll learn." Claudio nudged him.

"Maybe, but I'd rather you do it." Mox smiled at the excitement that got from Claudio.

"You're very sweet sometimes." Claudio took Mox by the hand and pulled him towards the shower. "I know you must be itchy."

"Fuck yeah, I'm itchy." Mox groaned dramatically as Claudio turned the shower on.

"Let's get you cleaned off." Claudio agreed.

They made quick work of what little clothes they had on before popping into the shower. Claudio was quick to press Mox up against the wall as the warm water cascaded down their bodies. The soft little moans Mox always made when he was being manhandled turned into full blown groans as Claudio worked two fingers into him. Thankfully, they kept a stash of lube in the shower. Claudio's teeth found the webbing of Mox's shoulder and neck and decided to leave some marks there. A claim of sorts.

"Fuck, fuck. Claudio, I swear to god, if you're teasing me--" Mox grunted as he pushed on the wall to add more pressure against Claudio's fingers.

"I'm not." Claudio mumbled against his skin as a third finger slipped in to make Mox howl. "Shh, relax."

"Can't fuckin' relax when you just spent thirty minutes grooming me and shit." Mox sighed again as Claudio slipped three fingers in and out of him. "God damn. That feels so fucking good, man."

"Jon." Claudio's warning tone, like he might snap if Mox kept it up. So of course Mox kept it up.

"You're fucking sexy as hell standing over me, shaving me and making sure I look good." Mox grinned to himself as he felt Claudio move his leg, making him put a foot up on the corner edge of the shower. "Fuck yeah."

"If you ever want your chest hair gone again…" Claudio wrapped an arm around Mox to run his fingers through said chest hair as the other hand lined himself up with Mox's hole and started to push in.

"Fuck!" Mox yelled out as he felt himself being filled.

There was almost no way to shut Mox up when he was really into something unless you gagged him. Considering it was the middle of the day in their hotel, Claudio decided not to care much, and started to thrust into the smaller man with a lot more force. The increased volume from Mox only spurred Claudio on, his thrusts staying annoyingly in rhythm when Mox tried to get him to speed up.

"Stay still." Claudio growled. "You'll slip."

"Fuck me harder then!" Mox had both hands trying to grip onto the unforgiving wall, face pressed against the cool tile as he was thoroughly fucked.

Claudio shifted his stance, using the tub walls to brace against as he focused on harder, more direct thrusts that made Mox go insane. The man was practically melting in Claudio's arms. They were both so close. Claudio could feel the urgent squeeze of Mox's inner walls. One of Mox's hands was grabbed and shoved between the wall and his body, signaling for him to start jerking himself off while Claudio held them up.

"Fuck, yes, keep going! That's it." Mox cried out and threw his head back as he came all over the shower wall with only a few tugs.

Claudio stilled, cursing to himself in his own language as he rode out Mox's orgasm with him. If he kept going he knew he'd come too, and he knew Mox loved being fucked after he got his. As Mox went boneless, Claudio shifted them to face the wall with the shower head, he pushed at Mox's shoulders until he bent over with his hands braced on the wall.

"Wider." Claudio pushed the other's legs apart until they were against the walls of the tub. "There. Hold on."

"To fuckin' what?"

Instead of answering, Claudio gripped Mox's hips and started to amp back up to a rough pace. The low whine from Mox set Claudio on edge as he sped up his thrusts. There was no holding back anymore as Claudio got closer and Mox got louder. Claudio finally came with a heavy moan, fully bottomed out in Mox, spilling into him as they both gasped heavy breathes.

"Fuck." Mox felt himself being pulled up to standing as the water ran down his front.

"Fuck." Claudio mumbled in agreement as he came down slowly. "Okay, we should actually wash up before the others get back.”

"Jeez. Give a guy a minute." Mox grunted as he found his footing in the shower.

"You never need a minute." Claudio scoffed.

[dreamgothgirl]

Tensions: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! POC Reader Part 1

AN: Holy shit I really didn’t expect my first Ghost fic to blow up 🥹 thank y’all so much!! 🙏 Reader isn’t a specific race, but I wanted to make this fic POC friendly since I dont see them very much and don’t want anyone to feel left out! this is part one to a two part fic, this is more for story building and sexual tension that translates to both Ghost and the reader to be a mix of aggressive and awkwardly nice to each other lmao. I hope you like it! The next to be published will be a smut fic so do not worry!! Adios, cochinos y cochinas -w- 💕

Warnings: harsh language, sexual tension, and Soap being that friend that teases you for having a crush

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Simon watched the sun brighten up your irises, allowing him to fully take in its color. The golden hour sunlight that illuminated your face was enough to take knock the wind out of his chest for a moment. The briefest moment. Like taking a glance at a genuine Van Gogh; he wanted to stare longer, but he wasn’t going to let any of the team have any fuel to fire him up with later on.

You, on the other hand, were staring at the vast, dry land surrounding you as the sun began to set. You raised your brow a bit as you heard Soap chuckle, “A journalist, aye?”

You gave a small smile, turning your attention to the Scott sitting across from you right next to his large, stoic partner, “Yes. But with my mother being a veteran and my father being overprotective, I’ve got decent enough skills to defend myself. With and without fists.”

Soap smirked, “Your folks were right to prepare you with such skills, lass. If I ever had a daughter as beautiful as yourself, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.”

Ghost took note of the small muscle twitch in your face. Flattery. He wasn’t the best with compliments, especially towards a woman, so he chose another route. “I’m guessing that’s why Price trusts you with that then,” he asked while nodding at the large AR strapped to your back.

Your eyes widened a bit at his question. Not because it was a dumb question, far from it, but because you hadn’t heard his voice so clear the entire mission. Today was spent with Price and Alejandro as they watched your back while you gathered info from Hassan’s men at a brief luncheon put together purely for public appearances. The only time you ever heard Ghost’s gravely voice was through your ear piece which, for you, was only able to communicate with your team and not Ghost himself.

You pushed the little flutter in your stomach to the back of your mind as you smiled more and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

‘He talked to me?!’

Soap chuckled, “You seem a bit too sweet for an environment like this one, aye lass? You’re writing an article on us or something?”

Before you could even open your mouth, Price quickly cut in from the drivers seat, “Ah ah, don’t answer that, Y/N. Sorry, boys, that’s confidential information. All I can tell you is that their material has no connections to Graves, and Y/N was approved by Laswell herself. All you need to know is to protect and treat her like you would any other soldier….maybe be a bit more emphasis on protective though.”

Almost everyone on the truck let out groans and scoffs of protest and annoyance at not being allowed to know anything, earning a chuckle from you, “I’ll answer your first question if you want. You might be right about being too sweet, but I promise I know there’s a time and a place. I’ll take down whoever I need to just like the rest of you. If it means doing what’s right then I will gladly do so by any means. That’s why I’m a journalist with the military.”

Under the mask, Ghost gave a small smirk; amused at the class used to shut down Soap’s comment. Sure, he liked looking at pretty people, but when they were smart like you? It made him feel something a little more than a simple physical appeal. Now, he definitely wanted to know more. Even if it was just your favorite color.

Alejandro laughed next to you and nudged your arm, “She’s got bigger balls than you, hermano! You should’ve seen how she took down a guard that was following her. Pendejo got exactly what he deserved after messing with La Demonia.”

Ghost let out a huff through his nose, “Demon? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him and smirked, “And I’ll believe you deserve the title Lieutenant when I see you in action.”

A mix of laughter and oohs filled the truck as it approached closer to the safe house. Ghost glared a bit, “Real mature. We’ll see who’s top cock soon enough, book worm.”

Soap snickered, “Cock..”

You rolled your eyes while Ghost gave another quick glare, “That’ll do, Sargent.”

“Yes, sir.”

8:20 PM

Gentle hums came to a close as you yawned and stretched out as much as you could at your desk. You bit the tip of your thumb as you read over the information that’d just been freshly edited before crossing your arms and nodding, “Nice. They can just add whatever else they need if they want.” Satisfied, you walked over to the shower, allowing your muscles to relax under the luke warm water while you thought of that brooding shadow in the corner of that truck from today.

Your brow furrowed, ‘Tch. Bookworm? And he’s mocking my maturity? Fuck off.’

The suds of your shampoo ran over your eyelids as you gave a close eyed glare to the ceiling. You’d just met him but you already had such mixed feelings. Did you really hurt his ego over something he started? Is he that fragile? Or was what you said truly hurtful? You washed your face like you wish you could wash that whole experience out of your memory.

‘Great….ugh I totally fucked up my chances to be on his good side or anything else with him.’

A hot stinging sensation ran through your body as you tried to scrub away the embarrassment and ‘shame’.

‘No, whatever. I don’t need him. It’s better we have that distance. That way when he finally kicks the bucket I can get more shit done. At least I get to go home alive.’

You stopped and winced at your feet in disgust. Your stomach twisted at the feel of your heart dropping a bit, “That was low, Y/N….god, what the fuck is wrong with me.”

The intensity of adrenaline fueled frustration and ego deflation on your part made you lower than you assumed him to have been. Your unnecessary harshness had gotten the better of you and you were glad that you didn’t utter a word of your empty insult. However, it simply irked you even more than you had no clue why you were so frustrated.

Being a journalist meant you had to have thick skin. Being apart of the military made that an even harsher fact; maybe even more so when it came to emotions. You’d never had this problem before. After all the racial slurs and issues, religious righteousness protests and massacres, misogynistic, and god only knows anything else under the sun that you’ve heard and written about….this bothered you to this extent? There was no way.

Running one last rinse over your face, you deeply inhaled and sighed, ‘Don’t jump so fast to conclusions…it was just some friendly competition. You’re overthinking it….I hope. I hope he’ll still let me interview him….HEY!”

Simultaneously

8:20 PM

Ghost stood tall and alert on the second floor’s living room balcony. His rifle rested on his shoulder, at his side while he replayed the interaction between the two of you with his arms crossed. Being the Lieutenant, of course he already knew what you were here for. You were here to document the betrayal of Graves and the partnership between Graves and Sin Nombre and formally report the progress of the teams missions after separating from Graves.

Price was going to tell the team your purpose until Laswell preferred to render the team innocent of their knowledge of you. “Who knows what they’ve already said about us to the other ranks,” she said. Ghost agreed with her idea by saying he’d rather be the one to go down if he was ever interrogated before anyone else, as did Price. That’s how they were going to keep it until Laswell said otherwise. So here he was, right above your room keeping an eye on the area in the shadows while Soap guarded the other side of the building.

“Lt. how copy.”

Ghost shifted his weight as he responded, “Copy. What is it Johnny? See something?”

“We’re all clear on the East and South side. I doubt we’ll see anyone for a while.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Right…Look, I’m not asking to know more, but-“

“You heard Price. Anything about that woman’s line of work is confidential, Johnny.”

Soap chuckled a little, “I know, but I was going to ask if you know what she’s here for.”

“I don’t know why. An article maybe.”

“Looked like you had cute enough banter.”

Ghost glared ahead, “Easy, Sargent.

“Not interested in her like that, I see? She’s cute enough, yeah?”

The Lieutenant stayed silent as he remembered the way your lips rubbed your lip balm on themselves before slightly parting and shining in that golden orange light. If you had an actual rank, a relationship might get the two of you in trouble. But in this circumstance, although not out of the question, he wasn’t going to let himself get so close to someone he’d barely known. He’d never admit it, but it he did have an interest in you. Even if it came off weird or aggressive.

“…Keep an eye on the perimeter, Mactavish. One more hour till the switch.”

Soap chuckled, “Yes, sir.”

As Ghost released his response button, he heard your voice below the balcony floor, “Hey, Lieutenant Ghost! Can I meet you up there? I have a quick question!”

‘Bloody fuckin hell, what does she want. Hm. Take it easy, maybe.’

Before he could even give you a response, he hear your feet quickly running out and up the stairs. As you approached him from the bedroom door behind him, he didn’t bother to spare you a second glance, “Keep your voice down. Is Captain Price not around to answer your question?”

You noted the hint of annoyance in his voice and tried your best not to bark back and shook your head with a smile, “I was wondering if I could get a few words from you? I want to get some scrap material in case I ever get permission to go public with this. Obviously it’s not up to me, but you know what I mean.”

Ghost stared ahead with dull, deadened eyes,“No. I don’t.”

An irritated, slow sigh left your nose. His large body in the balcony doorway, made the moonlight split. He looked like a phantom king with a cape made of souls he’d taken in his life; casting your body in shadow. It swallowed you whole just like the intimidatingly prideful aura he oozed when you first met him. It made you feel small and stupid. Almost like he was making fun of you. Is that what he wanted?

You bit the inside of your lip and tried, “Can I ask you some questions?”

Ghost noticed how tense he was and just how shallow he was breathing once you spoke again. He turned around, his voice harsh and hard as stone, “No.”

Though it wasn’t an unusual response, you still felt like you’d been punched in the gut. Attempting to remain as composed as possible, you nodded and made your way to the door, “I understand. I apologize for distracting you. See you in the morning.”

Before you were completely out, he turned and quickly spoke, “Oi.”

The embarrassment burned your face at the speed of which you turned back around, “Yeah?”

The world was swallowing you whole once again as Ghost walked over to you and checked his watch before nodding, “We’ll talk in 55. Think you’ll still be up by then?”

‘I hate you, Simon Riley.’

You were trying so fucking hard not to grin and giggle like a lovesick teen at his approval, “Definitely. I’ll try to interview whoever’s available while I wait for you.”

Ghost nodded, “Alright then;” in an attempt to ease the tension equal to waiting for a bomb to set off…he harshly patted your back the way you would a dog. Unfortunately, it was too hard as you involuntarily grunted and stumbled forward a bit.

Unsure of what else to do, the man stared at you before slowly going back to the balcony, “…See you later, Ghost.”

“Yep.”

‘I hate you Y/N L/N.’

While the two of you separately calmed down from the suffocating claustrophobia of being around each other, you glared at your feet from the warmth between your legs, ‘Fucker. You’re gonna drive me crazy.’

Ghost looked around, quickly trying to divert his attention away from the unfamiliar feelings in his chest and the tightness in his pants back to being on guard. ‘Damn, bookworm. Having you on this team was a bloody fucking mistake.’

The Lieutenant stared in the distance as he radioed, “Johnny, how copy.”

A coyote howled in the distance.

“Ghost, how copy. Movement detected?”

“No. All clear. But I made a mistake.”

“Er…come again? You made a mistake?”

“Yeah. I talked to Y/N.”

Soap let out a heavy sigh and Ghost could mentally see the way his comrade was rubbing the space between his brows, “Christ…and? Does she hate you now?”

Ghost leaned against the wall with his free arm resting on his gun, “Can’t say…but I liked talking to her.”

Soap’s eyes widened and he began to beam for his stoic friend, “Alright, Lt! I guess you do have a way with words.”

The large masked man dryly scoffed, “Not in the slightest. That’s my only skill I’m lacking in. But that’s the problem. She’s too charming. We should keep a close eye on her.”

Soap chuckled, “Sounds like your overreacting, Lt. The lass is soft as a wee feather.”

“Hm. More incentive to watch our backs, wouldn’t you think? Look at who just betrayed us, after all.”

A bit defeated, Soap hummed, “Good point. I won’t worry too much quite yet, but I got your back, Lt.”

Ghost’s ears perked up when he heard your voice through the radio, “Good evening, Sargent Mactavish! Do you have a moment?”

“Have a fun interview.”

Soap chuckled, “It’ll be better than yours, that’s for sure. Soap out.”

Your voice rang in Ghost’s ears. The absence of warmth in his arms and loss of your scent aggravated him out of confusion and frustration. You were a distraction. One he didn’t mind having around. But you made him feel things he’s never felt before. Being a man of tactic and strategy, he was used to knowing his opponents moves before they even executed them. And then you spoke to him. He knew you meant no harm, he knew it. But what the hell were these feelings? Anxiety? Fear? Annoyance? Was it hatred or something else? If it was then why was his body having these reactions?

He didn’t know. And if there’s one thing Ghost hates more than anything, it’s not knowing how to approach a target.

That never lasted long though.

‘You’ll be the last mistake I ever make.’

Deep in his mind, something lurked. Made his heart ache and race all at once.

‘If you even are one…’

[thiefbird]

❤️🧡💛 -for any age of sail fandom you feel like answering for✌🏻 ☺️

Greetings from @aye-aye-captain

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

I mean, if you ask the Aubreyad fandom at large(I am in a facebook group about it because I like looking at photos and paintings of ships), probably my near-complete conviction that POB wrote them with homoerotic subtext on purpose. But we're on tumblr, the homoerotic subtext website, so I really don't know! I guess not unpopular as in people dislike it, but just that there's very little discussion or fic about it, but. Diana Villiers is having an affair with Clarissa Oakes. I am fully convinced of this - it might be an entirely non-sexual affair, Guinevere and Lancelot style(which would be a fascinating thing to write, actually [makes notes]).

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

I totally and completely honestly cannot think of one. These fandoms so far has been very good at being Correct According To Birb™.

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

Gonna go with Hornblower here. I came into the fandom fully planning on shipping Archie and 'Ratio whole-heartedly, but I just can't quite get into a lot of it. I do fully read Archie as being in a conflicted sort of half-love with Hornblower, but I do not think Hornblower reciprocates - or if he does, he does not have any clue about it until well after Archie's death. I will go down with Hotspur Husbands and Pelhorn however. I guess also Granby/Little. I just don't know enough about Little in canon to care about him much lmao he's just Some Guy. To me. I do fully believe Granby has at least once said either "Will" or "Laurence" while they're having sex tho. Sorry, Little.

[violenciorp]

I'm almost too scared to ask but I need to know what that Laszky fic is all about... 😅

(Also, how do you recognise your wips in google docs if you don't name them? Is it Untitled doc 1, 2, 3... ?) 🤔

Here a little snippet of the Laszky fic...

While Laszlo had not expected them to become friends in the first place, he certainly had expected their friendship to end very, very quickly the moment James would learn that Laszlo… wasn’t all too interested in the ladies. He had heard what the football players had done to a so-called fag, and weren’t jocks all the same? But instead, after a couple of months of putting two and two together, James had nodded at Laszlo’s stammered confirmation to ‘You like blokes, aye?’, and flipped to the next page in their weekly study session.  No three weeks later, James shut his book rather forcefully to look Laszlo straight in the eye over the flickering light of the oil lamp he had lit. “Want to make out?”

Lmao, I just... press on random ones until I find the one i had in mind. And if I can't find it? Guess I'll just write on another one lol.

[onedayimgonnasnap]

Ok so I’m gonna give you another request(at this point I’m gonna take up most of them LMAO) but it’s a little less chaotic(you can make it more chaotic though if you want 💀)

If you don’t know MC is actually good with children(it was shown in a event at some point) so can do you a fic where Lance and MC are taking care of Christoph at the academy(so like in the future of after the chaos of her and Christoph being brought to one of Iritium’s hidy places) cuz it’s safer there then whenever Christoph was staying before and Christoph is like “Ya know, I don’t remember my parents but if I had to guess, you two are the closest to them” and MC’s heart just melts cuz that’s the cutest thing she’s ever been told and Lance is like 😦😶🫢😅🥹(cuz istg they’re adorable, like father like son and like brother like brother) and Lance has already had a crush on MC by this point so when he registers what was said about them being a mother and father figure to Christoph he’s like “Ay me and MC having a family doesn’t sound so ba- wait what”

I just find this a really cute idea haha

This is really cute- Awe 😭😭 Ngl this is my first time writing this cute, I’m used to writing chaotic fics more because they’re funnier to me 💀. And I don’t mind how much times you ask lol

Anyways ahem-

Lance X Reader

~The Cottage Life~

Warning: Just a little bit of cursing (I don’t know what you expect from me 💀) Also gross fluff-

TW: Children

After you and Lance graduated from the academy officially, everyone of the princes and Valets started to fulfill their duties in the kingdom.

You and Lance decided to go run off somewhere with Christoph, Robin and Grusha with the full support of the princes helping you out and keeping where you both are hidden.

That leads you prior to now, you all found a abandoned cottage in the forest near a small village that are out fast leading people to not recognize any of you.

The cottage was rundown, full of dust, cobwebs, pest and such. But it seemed perfect at least, it has three bedrooms which you all split up, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a dusty living room which would sure be troublesome fixing but it could work.

It took you all months to finally renovate the cottage, but in the end it was all worth it. It finally felt like home, you and Lance both got separate jobs around the small village while Christoph would stay home protected by the fierce wolf and cat.

Lance felt at peace finally after many years of his old life, he was finally free of everything around it, he was undoubtedly happy.

He does have his worries sometimes about you though, longing to be something more than friends but to prideful to say anything about it.

Of course he had his moments out of nowhere he would bring animals home using his puppy eyes to keep him while you kicked his ass to the curb outside when he brought in a camel that one time.

Christoph also seems to enjoy this all, he has fun playing games with you and Lance, not worrying about the dangers out in the world.

He never had a real family up until now, he heard you say once that you all were like a family the other day and he felt extremely joyful over it. He cares about you and Lance with all his being.

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.

You all were sitting in the living room playing a card game while Robin and Gruscha were exploring the forest together.

You were in the lead since you and your parents used to be extremely good at board games in general during family game night.

Lance banged his head in the table clearly frustrated looking at you with his brows furred together.

You teasingly smirked at him, “Aw what’s the matter Lance? You want your baby bottle? You give up already” You smiled teasing him even more

“What ever MC I’ll get it next time it’s just my luck.” He said glaring at you.

“Haha yeah right luck.” You said while giggling and rolling your eyes.

Christoph smiled looking at you both, he was clearly having a good time he then spoke; “Ya know, I don’t remember my parents but if I had them you two would be closest to them.”

You then started coughing trying to hide the blush growing on your face. Lance wasn’t doing anything better he put his head down with his ears showing how flustered he was.

Christoph clearly not clueless looked back and forth at you both smiling, knowing what was happening.

“Christoph don’t say things like that out of nowhere.”MC said looking away with a red face.

Lance looked up suddenly secretly amused at the sight of MC blushing his heart started racing, ‘I mean it wouldn’t be that bad if we were all a- WAIT NO’

Lance soon shook the thought out of his mind.

Christoph watched as you both were having your identity crisis.

“Well I’m gonna go upstairs in my room and take a nap.” Christoph said making a fake big yawn while walking up the stairs in a hurry leaving you and Lance alone.

…

You looked back down at Lance to take a peek at his reaction to realize how flustered he looked, you then smiled, realizing you have a chance if you play it cool.

“So Lance wanna play the dad of our happy family?” You winked, and cringed secretly at your bad attempt at flirting.

Lance looked up and blushed a little more looking hard into your eyes, you both stared at each other clearly both nervous.

“Well, I think I should go finish my novel in my room.” You said while quickly getting up on your feet running upstairs to avoid the awkwardness of the whole situation.

Lance soon snapping out of his thoughts, watched you book it up the stairs fast before he could say anything to you, he then looked down to his hands all of the sudden disappointment.

.

.

.

After a few hours passed, it is now night. You were on your bed tucked in reading a good mystery novel.

Robin decided to sleep with Christoph which you didn’t mind because lately Robin has been getting a habit of sleep talking and kicking you in his sleep.

You put the book down all of the sudden with a certain memory of your poor attempt at flirting crossed your mind. Never to let you live it down, you put a pillow to your face rolling around and then hitting your head on the pillow trying to get rid of the embarrassing thought.

… knock knock

Pulled you out of your thoughts. You assumed it was Christoph trying to convince you take backs for Robin.

So you got up and opened the door to see Lance staring down at you with pink tinted cheeks looking away.

“Hello?” You spoke asking him thinking of anything else to hide the blush trying to get on your face.

“… May I come in to speak with you?” He asked still looking at the back of my room avoiding eye contact.

“Sure- I don’t mind at all.” You embarrassingly spoke to quickly.

“Here Lance come on in,”

Lance soon stood in the middle of the room as you took a seat on your bed. He walked towards you and crouched down to you level looking directly at you eyes and whispered in your ear…. “I love you”

You then looked up at him while your heart started beating so fast, you whisper the same affirmation as him as well.

“I love you too Lance”

Lance pulled out a small smile which was rare but everytime you saw it you adored it.

“May I kiss you?” He looked away embarrassed he asked you.

You pulled him down and kissed his lips he then kissed you back passionately.

You both were kissing until-

“MC? Lance?” Christoph came into the room shocked and clearly traumatized at the scene.

Robin and Gruscha were behind him clearly also traumatized at the scene.

[sakumasmut]

yahoo i am back with more izumi related nonsense from your local izumi fucker! aye! im still working on the fic but who knows when I'll ever complete it lol

that aside, make sure to not overwork yourself and to take breaks whenever you can, okay?🫂 hope you can catch your breath soon, rei!!

now back onto the izumi nonsense. you know, we should consider izumi helping their very clueless and inexperienced lover with shopping for sex toys online. given he has this complex of "wanting others to rely on him" (also known as onii chan kink) i think he'd be really up for it, you know? chiding you at first with "how can you be so clueless? you'd be lost without me! can't be helped, guess onii chan will have to help you~" but enjoying the shopping even more than you do... noticing how embarrassed and fidgety you are but also how enticed you look when scrolling down the catalogue and how adorably squirmy you get when he leaves feather light touches on your exposed skin while whispering in your ear of all the ways he'd ruin you with those toys.....!! messing with you until you are a completely flustered mess!!!!!!! he really is just a bully smh.......

i also think he'd be really into edging/being begged to so. he's gonna make good use out of any toys you are gonna get lmao

-a 2:20am deranged 🍊

I’m definitely taking breaks if my late responses are any indication 😔 tho I’m not actually too busy the weather is not doing me any favors

mmm sex toy shopping with izumi. honestly I dig it. you’re right in that he’d sigh and tisk at your inexperience, but he’s more than happy to help you browse, especially since he’ll be the one to use/see them in action. and teasing you with dirty talk about how he’d use them…not actually giving you what you want, making you wait until your toys arrive. and even then edging you with them, god he’s mean (and hot)

[theflagscene]

Hello! I’m a newer follower, I just read your recent fanfic with Yok and Aye, it was so good and I really look forward to more! <3 I was scrolling through your Tumblr and I saw you tag a KP post about wanting to write a fic where Kim and Black get into a brawl and need Porchay and White to stop them from killing each other. Plz tell me that’s actually something you plan on doing! Cause I really need that in my life :)

Hi! Welcome to my silliness, I hope you enjoy your stay lol. I’m really glad you liked my crossover fic, I’m glad that it’s going over so well because I have so much more written and so many more ideas lol. So I think I would’ve been a little disappointed if I was the only one who got absolutely absorbed into this world 😅

As for your question, I’m guessing you mean my tags on the gifs featuring Kim kicking ass? Ngl, I tagged it that way because the thought did start rattling around the old noggin quite a bit, although I think I can only focus on one crossover at a time lmao. But writing a KP/Not Me fic specifically for the feral cats that are Kim and Black to beat the ever living snot outta one another is definitely coming in the future, because now that it’s in my head, that shit ain’t leaving until I write it down 😂

[andrayuss]

Heyyyy so I was wondering if you could write a fanfic for Julieta and Agustín based on kinschi’s recent art of Julieta wearing one of Agustín’s suits. His reaction is just sooo cute that I really want to read some fluffy (or smutty lmao) fic alongside it 😩😩❤️ and I just love your fanfics for Julieta and Agustín SM

Fandom: Encanto Pairing: Julieta Madrigal / Agustín Madrigal Characters: Julieta Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal Words: 1749 Notes: Here is Kinschi's artwork the anon is referring too! I HIGHLY recommend following @kinschi because her artwork makes me feel some type of way ... just do it. You won't regret it.

“Ay, Agustín. Are you alright?”

The back of his head was throbbing in pain. His wife’s voice sounded like a faraway dream. And he could feel the start of a goose egg forming where he hit his head on the tile. He doesn’t even know what he tripped on for heaven's sake! 

Agustín looked up through his messy fringe and a fiery blush immediately crossed his cheeks - not from his embarrassing fall in front of the family, but from the sight of his wife in front of him. 

She stood there with her hand out to him and wearing … his suit? 

His heart skipped a beat. He’s seen his wife wear his clothes before but that had usually been just his button ups or underwear. Something casual that she could toss on when she wanted to lounge around their bedroom. Now that she was wearing the whole ensemble … well.

He didn’t know what to say. 

Julieta helped him to his feet without escaping her gaze. He didn’t hear what Bruno said to make Pepa strike him with a bolt of lightning but it was probably well deserved. In a dazed state, he eyed his wife up and down, curious, aroused, and a little confused on what was going on with her and her siblings. 

“Does this mean I get to wear your dress now?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Julieta broke into a laugh, not able to keep a straight face. 

“Yes, me too! Pepi, give me one of your dresses!” Félix jumped with glee, clapping his hands together in front of him. Pepa playfully rolled her eyes at him. 

“You do realise that none of them would fit you?”

Félix scoffed. “But I’d look freaking amazing!” He grabbed her tiny wrists with his big hands and began to pull her towards the stairs. “Come on! Let’s at least try!”

Pepa chuckled, letting him drag her along. “Ok, ok. We can at least try.”

The two resorted upstairs in a fit of giggles and laughter and slammed the door shut behind him. There was a loud clicking sound of a lock that the siblings vividly heard but chose to not comment on. 

“Well, I guess she won’t be needing this back anytime soon.” Bruno commented, fanning out the skirt of the dress with his hands. His hair became dishevelled when Pepa struck him earlier and the dress seemed to fit him oddly well. In a way, he did look like Pepa on her more stormy days. 

“I’m going to go to wash this thing before I give it back to Pepa. I farted in it a couple of times and I don’t think she’ll appreciate the smell it left behind.” 

Bruno walked off to his room with a swagger in his step. He clearly enjoyed wearing his sister’s clothes and felt more than comfortable picking the wedgie as he waddled up the stairs in a true brotherly fashion. When he disappeared from the foyer, Julieta looked to Agustín. 

“Did you… actually want to try on one of my dresses?” She asked bashfully. 

Agustín was surprised by her shyness. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and didn’t make eye contact with him. He wasn’t sure why she was so apprehensive, but he knew a good laugh would bring her back to her usual self. 

“Of course!” He exclaimed. “Let’s follow suit and try one on now. I think I just pulled your nice blue dress out of the wash last night.”

“Oh, Agustín. I need to wear that for Dolores’ dinner tomorrow.”

He shrugged. “It’s fine. I won’t dirty it.”

“Dirtying it is the least of my worries.”

Agustín ignored her concerns and reached for her hand to lead them to their bedroom. Once the door was shut behind them, he plopped himself on the bed like a giddy child and clicked his feet together.

Julieta began searching through her closet, searching through racks of handmade clothing for her dress. She reached up on her tip-toes and had her tongue between her teeth as she searched, and Agustín leaned back and admired the view. If he looked that good every time he wore that suit, he wondered how Julieta wasn’t on him all day. Even though he was taller than her, the pants bunched above her ankles to reveal that she wore his mismatched purple socks that Mirabel made for him. He was surprised that she even found those since he always hid them in a special place. 

She finally pulled out the blue dress and looked at it longingly like she might never see it again. “Promise me you won’t rip it?”

Agustín gasped. “I would never! I know how long it took you to make that! Hand it here,” he held out his hands for her. Julieta made a careless laugh and tossed it over. She swapped seats with him and lay flat on the bed so her head was facing the ceiling, covering her eyes with her hands. “I don’t want to see until it’s on.”

“Well, then you’re going to miss the best part,” Agustín laughed. He began undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, eyeing his wife to see if she really wasn’t looking. When she didn’t budge when he took off his trousers, he huffed out an annoyed breath and began to fiddle with her dress. There was no zipper or buttons so he tried pulling it on over his feet, but the neckhole was too small for him to get his knobby knees through. He tried a new technique of removing one foot and seeing how far up his leg the dress would go, but hopping around on one foot made him lose his balance and he screeched as he fell over onto the floor with a big thud. 

Julieta sprang up and looked at her darling husband lying on the floor. She shook her head. “Do you need help?”

He nodded his head in defeat. “Yes please.”

Julieta sighed amusingly and got to her feet. “Take it off and stand up.” She demanded. 

Agustín did as told and removed the entangled dress from his feet. He held the dress out in front of him and she took it and began bunching it at the bottom. “Lift your arms up.” 

He lifted them and examined Julieta’s technique of tossing the dress over his arms and sliding it down over his head. He thinks he’s seen her put her clothes on like this before but he’s not usually watching where the dress goes but rather what it covers. She helped him slide his arms through the elbow length sleeves, running her fingers along his skin. Then, she made her way down to his torso and fixed the fitted seam that would sit around her waistline but rested at the top of his stomach instead. Agustín shivered when she traced the seam with her fingers, pushing into his skin slightly. 

Next was the skirt itself. It fell nicely around his boxy frame but the length only reached his calves due to his towering height. Julieta got down on her knees and began fanning out the ruffles, delicately lifting the fabric in the air and letting it fall back into place. On the last toss, she let the skirt fall over her head as she began to work on the inner lining layer. The thin, silky fabric got tangled around his waist so she began to pull at it, knuckles brushing against the skin above his underwear every so often. Agustín tried not to move while she worked but there was something about the sight of his wife underneath his dress that made his stomach get butterflies.

And just as soon as they came, her hands were gone in an instant. His skin felt cold at the loss of her touch. She emerged from the material and went back to fiddling with the ruffles. Once done, she leaned back and rested her hands on her knees, eyeing her work, lost in thought.

“Well, how do I look?” He asked with a hint of eagerness. Julieta rose to her feet, not looking impressed. His expression immediately dropped. “Uh oh. What’s wrong? Did I pull a seam somewhere?”

“Mmm, no,” she hummed. “I’m just disappointed that you look better in that dress than me.”

Agustín threw his head back and laughed. “You can’t be serious!” 

“I am! Casita,” she clapped her hands together. “Can you bring us the mirror please?”

The room shook as the door for Agustín’s closet flew open and the tiles moved the body length mirror into the middle of the room. He turned around and looked at his reflection. That same, throaty chuckle returned when he saw how ridiculous he looked. 

“Oh jeez, Julieta. I can see why you didn’t want me wearing this dress. It looks horrible!” 

“What do you mean? You look so handsome! I especially love the exposed calves,” she bent down and slapped his hairy legs, causing him to jump. 

“Hey, be careful! I thought you didn’t want me ruining your dress,” he laughed, running his hands down the ruffles to fix them. 

“It’s fine. Maybe we should wear each other's clothes more often,” she said, joining him in the mirror. She wrapped her arm around his waist and stood up straighter, trying to match his height.

“I’m not sure.” He mused, pulling her closer. “I like the dress, but it’s a little drafty down there. What happens if there’s a big gust of wind?”

“You’ll get used to it with having Pepa around,” she waved him off. “But I don’t think I'm giving this back anytime soon. I kind of like the way I look,” she ran her fingers down the length of her collar and puffed it out to emphasize her point. “And these trousers are much comfier than I had imagined.”

“I like the way you look too, but unfortunately, I’m going to need all of that back.”

She shook her head. “No thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “No thank you?”

Julieta nodded. “No thank you. I think I'll hang on to this for a little while longer.”

Agustín puffed out some air. “Alright. Then I’ll just have to wear this to Dolores’ dinner. Hopefully there will be dancing, I need to stretch it out in some places…”

Julieta scolded him and hit him on his arm. She tried to look stern but her annoyance only made him laugh harder.

[alixlives]

Truth or Dare!

requested by @nicodiangelofanboy and he’s amazing for requesting it bc i’ve been starved of clingyduo content😓😓

this will be the cc’s :]

Summary: Tommy is staying at Tubbo’s house for a month, Tubbo prods Tommy in the side to get him off. Of course a tickle fight later commenses >:D

warnings for tickling, swearing and i think that’s it idk LMAO

4th tickle fic LETS GOOO

Tubbo was so excited— TOMMY WAS GOING TO BE STAYING WITH HIM FOR THE NEXT MONTH!! Tommy never told him why, all Tubbo got was a text saying “GUESS WHOS STAYING AT YOUR PLACE FOR THE NEXT WHOLE FUCKING MONTH!” Tubbo would forever deny the excited shriek that escaped his mouth when he saw that text message. Luckily Tubbo’s parents and the Tubblings weren’t going to be home for the same amount of time Tommy was staying, so they’d be a disturbance to nobody except the neighbors. But who gives a shit about the neighbors!

Now at Tommy’s apartment, he was bouncing off the walls while packing his stuff to go. No matter what he was constantly moving, his fluffy blonde hair bouncing with his movements. This will have been the longest he’s ever stayed with Tubbo! When he finished packing everything, he got an uber and started on his way to Tubbo’s place. His legs were bouncing and he had a wide smile that screamed the look of excitement on his face. He got some weird looks from the driver but he didn’t care. He looked out of his window and saw Tubbo’s house. He payed the driver when he first got in the car so he immediately jumped out of the car and ran up to the porch with all of his things.

Tommy banged his fist on the door almost 20 times, and when Tubbo opened the door Tommy would’ve punched him in the face if it weren’t for his height. He looked down, standing and staring for a few seconds. Then Tubbo smiled and opened his arms for Tommy. “TUBBOO!!” Tommy screamed, and a shriek from Tubbo followed as he was tackled to the ground. “And i’m the clingy one,,” Tubbo muttered. “Aye!” Tommy exclaimed in fake anger. “Let me up so you can unpack, Tom!” Tubbo grumbled, struggling to get out of his grip. “Hmmm, nope.” Tubbo groaned, “come on man!” He prodded Tommy’s side. He didn’t miss the horribly hidden giggles that escaped Tommy’s mouth as he rolled off, but he pretended he did.

Tommy got up with without the assistance of Tubbo, and he immediately unpacked so he could lay down. When he did lay down, he had his head on a pillow and his torso in Tubbo’s lap, the bottom half of his body just on the rest of the couch. They have been watching movies ever since they lied down and they were on their 4th movie, but Tommy could hardly focus on it. He has been in a raging lee mood ever since Tubbo had prodded him in the side, and the mood was growing. Then he got an idea. “Tubbo,” Tommy said, picking his head up to look at Tubbo. Tubbo looked down at him, “yeah bossman?” “Wanna play truth or dare?” Tommy asked, this had to work. “Uhum- sure? That was random.”

Tommy sat up and the clingy boys faced eachother. “Alright Tommy, since it was your idea,” Tubbo said, “truth or dare?” Tommy figured he wouldn’t immediately pick truth, he’s not a pussy! “Dare!” He said confidently. “I dare you to go outside and scream cum.” It was 9 PM,, but oh well! Tommy got up and walked out the door. He inhaled, then screamed, “CUM!!!!” He and Tubbo burst out laughing as they saw people’s lights turn on through their windows. They sat down and took five minutes to catch their breath, they have the humor of 5th grade boys.

“Oookay Tubbo! Truth or dare?” Tommy said, leaning forward to Tubbo which made Tubbo lean backwards. “Uhuhummm dahare!” Tubbo said, giggling as Tommy continued to lean forward, now widening his eyes which just made Tubbo’s giggles pick up. “I dare you to cut off a strand of your hair!” Tommy said, finally sitting up straight and smiling. “WHAT-??” Tubbo exclaimed. He got up and got scissors from the kitchen, and he cut off a strand of his hair. Eh, it wasn’t so bad. But Tommy was laughing his ass off.

“You think it’s that funny?” Tubbo said, “Well then, Tommy—Truth or dare?” “Truth,” Tommy said as confusion began to rise in him. “Are you ticklish?” Tubbo asked, and Tommy froze as his face heated up. “Uhuh- no! That’s so childish Tubbo, i’m not a baby!” Tommy objected, however he wasn’t being very believable with the growing blush on his face. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I just—“ Tubbo lunged at Tommy and began scribbling up and down his sides.

Tommy immediately broke into loud laughter. “TuhUHUHUbohO! NOHohoOO!” Tubbo only grinned and slowed his fingers, “What’s wrong bossman? You didn’t lie, did you?” Tommy brought his hands up to his face. “Nohoho!” He giggled. “I think you did,” Tubbo smirked, “And you know what liars get, Tommy?” He slowly pulled up Tommy’s shirt, his smirk turning to a grin as he felt Tommy tense. “What?” Tommy asked, he really did didn’t wanna know. “They get…. RASPBERRIES!” Tubbo inhaled and blew a long raspberry on Tommy’s lower stomach, just below his bellybutton. Tommy wheezed before screaming from laughing. “TUHUHUBOHOHOO! NOHOHO STOHOHOHOPP!!”

Tubbo decided he’d stop to let Tommy breathe, which was a big mistake. Tommy could recover quickly, —if he wanted to, which in this case he did— so he could very easily get Tubbo back. And he knew Tubbo was ticklish, and where he was ticklish, because of stories from Ranboo.

Tubbo hugged Tommy, and he hugged back. Only for seconds later to mutter, “you made a mistake.” Tommy immediately pinned Tubbo to the ground and wiggled his fingers up and down Tubbo’s sides.

Tubbo immediately burst into high-pitched giggles as he squirmed, however Tommy observed that Tubbo wasn’t exactly squirming away.

“Do you like this, Toby?” Tommy looked at Tubbo, who’s face was bright pink with a wide smile.

“Nohoho! I- Ihi do noHOHOT!” Tommy switched to tickling his ribs, vibrating his fingers between the bones.

“You haven’t told me to stop, and you’re not squirming away,” Tommy said with a shit-eating grin.

At that statement, Tubbo purposely began to try to squirm away from Tommy’s evil fingers. “Yohohou dihidn’t try gehetting awAHAHAY EHEHEitheheher!!”

Tommy was caught of guard and he stopped, to which Tubbo immediately jumped up and leaned over Tommy, tickling the sides of his tummy and blowing small raspberries on his neck.

“TUHUHUHBOHO! NOHOHO WAITWAITWAHAHAITT!” Tommy squealed. Fucking SQUEALED!

Tubbo laughed into Tommy’s neck as Tommy’s hands held onto his wrists. Tommy absolutely loved hated this. “STOHOHOP LAHAHAUGHING INTO MY NEHEHEHEEECK!”

Tommy took his hands from Tubbo’s wrists and just squeezed wherever they went, which in that case was Tubbo’s stomach. “aAACK! TOHOMMY!” Tubbo shrieked in alarm and got off, Tommy easily gaining the upper hand.

“Lehets see how yohou like it!” Tommy exclaimed with a smile before blowing a large, long raspberry right on Tubbo’s belly button.

“NONONOHOHOHOO!! T-TOHOHOHOMMYHEHEEHEEE!” Tubbo squealed and weakly pushed at Tommy’s head.

The two went back and forth for about an hour, and at the end of the night they were both cuddling eachother with flushed faces and lingering giggles escaping.

This was gonna be a great month, both boys thought.

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

''Donnie, this is Jarod, my … ex.”

uhhhhhhhhhhhh, just a quick something about a quick oneshot I wrote a couple months back. A sort of alternate universe of my Business AU (lmao, AU-ception). In that one mutants/animal humanoids are a thing, and I included a character of mine that I’ve had for MANY years, Jarod (a bat - Vampyrum Spectrum).

I might draw some scenes of that small fic ‘cause it meant a lot to me at that time, especially when I needed to let some things out.

Scene under cut, for those interested to read a snippet :)

(...)

As the duo was taking a break, the turtle left the woman's company to go fetch more beverages, leaving Vee to herself near large windows that were overlooking the city lighted up like a sea of stars. And in that solitude, that's when she heard a voice she never expected to hear again...

''Véro?''

She froze as she noticed him. Like a ghost from the past haunting her, she first thought it was her imagination playing tricks on her, but as she saw the dark grey bat move towards her, she knew it was too real to be an illusion. Jarod, her ex, was now standing before her, dressed in an elegant fashion and as handsome as ever. The tall bat took some time to look the woman over, the ghost of a smile always on his lips as he couldn't believe the meeting himself...

''Green hair, … new tattoos, and a smokin' hot body as always. …Ay, dios, it's been a while,'' he said.

''What are you doing here?'' asked Vee, smiling although she was slightly confused by the whole situation.

''Came up from Florida with my dad and Aliana,'' answered Jarod. ''We had some business to look over in New York, then we heard about this soirée and thought it'd be a nice thing to come by. … I'm glad we did.'' He let out a quiet chuck, trying to make some sense of this situation: ''And what are you doing here? I had no idea you were in this city.... you never told me where you'd move in fact.''

Vee sighed briefly, trying to brush concerns away with a quick move of her hand: ''Long story short, I was supposed to head back to Canada, but seeing how the costs for moving back and all that jazz were somehow putting me in trouble, I simply moved to this state.''

''And New York city is less expensive than anywhere else?'' he added, amused. ''How are you able to survive around here? I'm guessing freelance work must be hard around here...''

''Actually, I'm now working for a company as a project manager for a creative team.''

''Which one?''

Vee didn't have time to answer as Donatello finally came in sight, drinks in his hands. As he got next to the woman, he handed her a glass of red wine with a soft ''here'', Vee thanking him with a grateful smile.

''Looks like you found someone interesting to talk to,'' poked the turtle.

Vee was somehow a bit uncomfortable, but she still showed a sweet smile as she presented the males to eachother.

''Donnie, this is Jarod, my … ex. Jarod, this is Donatello, my boyfriend.''

Both men were slightly surprised, looking at eachother, trying to seize one another. Out of politeness, Donnie extended his hand as a greeting.

''Hi, nice to meet you.''

Jarod shook his hand, keeping his cool as he answered ''Likewise''. … Vee knew there must have been some turmoil in him right that moment.

[uwuwriting]

Wearing his jersey w/ Daichi, Kageyama and Osamu

Request: hi!! can i req the ‘wearing their jersey’ with daichi kags and osamu plss! i loved the one u wrote for kuroo akaashi and ushi. -anonymous

Okay I haven’t written for my Haikyuu babies for quite some time and that sucks. Everyday is Haikyuu day and I simp for a different character every hour of the day lmao. Although my new found obsession with Nanami is taking up most of my time. Oh well guess he’ll have to share my spare time with one of the Haikyuu boys every time. Love ya. 💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: fluff, I don’t think there are any warnings for this one. 

Sawamura Daichi

-Captain Daichi thirst is active 24/7 lmao. 

-He is used to you taking his clothes.

-From hoodies, to t-shirts to his sweatpants, it has become a regular occurrence in your relationship. 

-He loves seeing you in his clothes. 

-They are always too big on your body, his hoodies almost reaching your knees and it makes his heart go doki doki. 

-He just wants to hug you to his chest and never let go. 

-He has given you one of his t-shirts to wear to sleep cuz he loves the idea of you having a little part of him with you even if it's just a shirt.

-You two were having a sleepover before one of his major games and of course you were helping him unwind. 

-You helped him make his duffle bag and double check for his knee pads, gave him a massage for his sore muscles after a long week of non stop practices and finally forced him to take a self care evening after he asked you to help him practice with his receives. 

-While putting on his face mask you were going on about something random when you noticed the furrow of his brows. 

- “Everything is gonna be fine baby, you’ll see. You and the boys have practiced really hard for this match and you;ll make it I know you will.” 

-Smiling up at you he gave you a peck on the lips, careful not to smudge your own face mask in the process. 

- “I know or at least I think I do. I just feel off knowing you won’t be there.” 

-Oh that’s right….You weren’t sure you would make it in time to catch the beginning of the match due to a family obligation but you were certain you would get to see the later half of the game. 

-Though Daichi didn’t have to know that yet. 

-Kissing him again you reassured him that the team didn’t need you to be there to wipe the floor with the other team’s ass, that he didn’t need you there. 

-The pout on his lips said otherwise though but he didn’t push it. 

-When the time came for the match to begin, he kept glancing at the stands mainly out of habit but also because he half expected you to make it on time. 

-No such luck though, you were nowhere to be seen. 

- “Oi Daichi focus!!” 

-Suga nearly karate chopped him in the stomach when he didn’t stop looking for you. 

-Everyone could see that their captain was a little out of it but they chose to keep quiet.

-You on the other hand, were sprinting through the streets of Miyagi to get to your boyfriend’s game as fast as possible, his jersey spurring you forward as you pounded down the school’s courtyard. 

-In a flash you were in your regular seat in the very front of the bleachers, chest rising and falling frantically as you tried to catch your breath. 

-You took off your jacket and rushed to the railing, tracing the ball with your eyes as the opposing team spiked it right into your boyfriend’s arms. 

- “GO DAI!!”

-His eyes found you immediately, quickly shooting down to your chest where the number 1 of his dark jersey rested proudly flushing at the sight. 

-The game was over rather quickly after that. 

-Daichi was in top form, his receives being immaculate while his serves were on point. 

-The first thing he did when he walked out of the lockers was to hug you, hug you so close and tight you could barely breath as he thanked you for coming.

- “You r-really thought I w-would miss this???” 

- “........Baby I can’t b-breath.”

Kageyama Tobio 

-Flustered babyyyy.

-He will never get used to seeing you in his clothes. 

-You have worn his hoodies before and he has had a heart attack every time. 

-It reached a point where you thought that he hated seeing you in them and you stopped asking for his hoodies or jackets even if you were cold. 

-That caused the frown on his face to deepen and a very shy confession that he indeed loved seeing you in his clothes. 

-Ever since that day you always have at least one of his hoodies in your closet. 

-Now your relationship is a secret. 

-Considering who his teammates are, you both agreed that it would be wise to keep your relationship under wraps, neither of you want to go through their reaction in this lifetime at least. 

-Keeping that in mind, you never wore his clothes out in public so you wouldn’t draw unwanted attention to you. 

-You go to all his games of course, being his best friend before becoming his girlfriend does that to a person, plus he had convinced you to become a manager alongside Yachi.

-So even if you wanted to skip a game you couldn’t. 

-Now that you think of it this must have been part of his plan since now he can be near you all the time. 

-You couldn’t bring yourself to be even remotely mad at him, he was just too cute. 

-You were so proud of your boys for making it to nationals that you decided to hype them up a bit. 

-Convincing both Yachi and Kiyoko you stole three jerseys from the team while they were changing before you took your seats in the sidelines. 

-Many would think that you wearing Kageyama’s jersey was a mere coincidence. 

-You chose him because he is your best friend, not because something else was going on. 

-Sugawara and Tsukishima aren’t most people and you soon found yourself in some hot water with those two. 

-Apart from the fact that Kageyama couldn’t look your way without having a stroke, he whipped the floor with the other team, gasps and applause filling the stadium every time he dunked the ball on the other side of the court. 

-It got to the point where the other less observant member of the team started noticing the significant difference in his attitude. 

- “Kageyama why are you playing so aggressively the ball keeps going like WOOSH and BAM without me even hitting it.” 

-Poor boy almost chocked on his water at Hinata’s words and when you went to help him he turned 50 shades of red in a matter of 0.0005 seconds. 

-This whole charade ended with your relationship being exposed after Noya begged you to wear his jersey and Tobio wasn’t having it, three nosebleeds and a whole lot of teasing. 

-He moved to your room that night despite the fact that the third years kept teasing him about being safe and wrapping it before tapping it. 

-Held a small grudge for like five minutes. 

Miya Osamu

-Love of my life number 20.

-The superior twin and this will make it evident. 

-Atsumu is always being a little shit about your relationship and how you don’t look like a couple cuz you don’t make out in the hallways all the time. 

-Em sir excuse you!

-Anyways, you know to ignore him at this point figuring that he’ll get tired and stop but no such luck; he irritates Osamu to no end resulting in one of them needing bandages at the end of practice. 

-PDA is not something you are both comfortable with and you prefer small reassuring touches throughout the day. 

-This has led to many believing that you two aren’t a couple just like Atsumu says and other people have confessed to you or asked you out WHILE Osamu is with you. 

-It doesn’t bother him much since he trusts you but it still tugs at his insecurities. 

-And because of those insecurities you get a new wardrobe. 

-Literally a whole ass new clothing line made by none other than Osamu Miya himself. 

-What is in this new clothing line you ask? 

-Osamu’s hoodies and shirts in general. 

-Every time he stops by your house he brings a new item of clothing with him, something that he has worn recently and others have seen just to get his message across. 

-You aren’t complaining, you love wearing his clothes, they are always so big and they completely swallow you plus they smell like him. 

-It’s like you have him with you. 

-Now Osamu might not show it often but volleyball stresses him out, like a lot. 

-It means the world to his brother and despite their fights and bickering, he loves seeing him happy and if that means he has to play the sport like his life depends on it so be it. 

-Osamu would do anything for Atsumu. 

-So you can understand the pressure he is under as a spiker. 

-His distress is you basically and you give him a small pep talk right before he enters the court. 

-Imagine his surprise and pure childish glee when he saw you making your way to him wearing his jersey. 

-It reached just above your knee and it made you look so cute he wanted to bottle you up and keep you forever. 

-Atsumu and Suna could be heard in the background teasing the living shit out of Osamu who remained frozen in place, the whole stadium turning into white noise as the only thing in his view, the only thing that mattered in that moment, was you. 

-He noticed your glare as you told his brother off, saw the way you played with the hem of his jersey as you walked near him and the furrow of your brows when he didn’t answer your calls. 

-Wordlessly he enveloped you in a tight hug, picking you off your feet and twirling you around a little bit much to the dismay of his fanbase in the stands. 

- “Hi.” “Hey ‘Samu”

- “Whatcha wearin?”

- “Oh this old thing? I figured you might need the motivation.” 

- *cue kissing assault*

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Raya cleans Cat litter!

Note: This is a crack fic ig lmao. I based it off my cats since I have two and as much as I love them, I always dread cleaning the cat litter lol. So then I wondered, what would happen if Raya cleaned it? Well, here u go! Enjoy :))

(You can read it here or in ao3)

She shouldn’t have agreed to this. She should’ve just lied and say she was busy taking care of her younger brother Boun instead of being nice. She should’ve just said she was busy at work but she knew Namaari would see right through her and catch her in the lie seeing she had the day off that day and decided to spend it doing her own thing and then planned on picking up Boun later that day to go get some ice cream.

Instead, she was here.

When she got a text from her best friend, asking if she could do her a favor, she should’ve just pretended she didn’t see it or act like her phone was dead. Instead, she answered.

Namaari:

Hey dep la, can you do me a favor?

Raya:

Yeah, what’s up?

Namaari:

Turns out I'm working late tonight 🙁  and the cats need their litter changed. Do you think you can do it?

Raya:

Uhhhh yeah I guess

Namaari:

Ok. You have the key to the apartment. It’s easy to clean. Just use the scooper, it’s next to their litter and if u can, replace the old litter and put new litter. Afterwards, can you feed them?

Raya:

Woah, sounds like a lot but I can do it

Namaari:

Ok, thank you <3

Raya really didn’t think much of it. I mean, it was just poop, she’s dealt with it before. She has a dog, his name was Tuk Tuk, and she’s taken him on walks and has picked up his poop a thousand times. This was easy! What could go wrong?

So much.

Raya entered the apartment building before walking up to the second floor where Namaari’s apartment was. She fished for the key Namaari had given her and unlocked the door.

She went inside and as usual, it was quiet and clean. Namaari lived a pretty big apartment for someone who didn’t make a lot at work, but Raya knew a lot of this was thanks to her mother who had a lot in pocket.

“Meow” Raya looked down and smiled when she saw the two cats. “Hey you two” she greeted as she bent down and picked up one of them. She's known Mai and Buan since they were kittens when Namaari called her one day excitedly telling her she adopted two baby kittens.

She looked around. “Alright, well your mom wanted me to clean your litter so where is it?” She asked as she looked around. She then remembered the text where Namaari said the litter was in the wreck room where the cats’ toys were.

She glanced at the door and walked towards it, the cats following her. She turned the knob and opened the door, and the worst smell known to man hit her nose. Raya gasped, placing a hand over her nose as she kept herself from gagging, the cats looking up at her wondering why she was acting the way she was.

“Ugh, what the heck.” She groaned as she squeezed her nose. She sighed. “Let’s just get this over with” she said as she opened the lid of the cat litter and gagged at the smell.

“Ugh! What does your mom feed you guys?” She asked. From what she knew, Namaari bought her cats Rachel Ray food, saying she wanted to feed her cats good, healthy organic food instead of the ones that were filled with processed stuff that can make them sick.

The cats meowed as they ran off. Raya looked for the scooper and found it. She bent down to grab it as she grabbed the bag that was folded. She opened it and began to scoop the feces. “Ewww” she squealed as she dropped it into the bag.

She gagged again. “Hold on, let me see if Namaari has a mask or something” she said as she got up. She left the room and found the pantry where her best friend kept everything.

She found the box of masks her friend bought after the pandemic hit. If Raya was being honest, she felt like Namaari was being a little overdramatic when she stocked up on food and supplies, freaking out that everything was gonna go out of stock and they would have to survive like in those zombie movies.

Of course, as you know, things were slowly beginning to get better but Namaari still had that paranoid mindset. Raya grabbed the mask and put it on, walking back to the room, almost tripping on one of the cats.

“Ah! Damn cat” she groaned before entering the room. The smell wasn’t that strong anymore but still strong enough to go through the mask. “Ugh” she groaned as she grasped the scooper and began to throw the poop in.

Suddenly, Mai began to attack Raya’s hand that was holding the scooper. “Hey! What are you doing?” She asked as she picked up the cat and swiftly threw her aside.

She began scooping again, and was almost done before Buan came by and jumped into the litter box. Raya groaned. “Really? I’m busy here” she commented. Suddenly, Buan went into his bathroom stance and Raya’s eyes widened.

“Oh no-AGHH!” She yelled as the cat began to poop. “Ew, ew” she practically sobbed as the cat finished its business and jumped out without covering his business.

Raya groaned. “Really? You could cover it!” She yelled after the cat. She covered the poop with the litter, cringing at the smell. Both cats then ran into the room, playing with their toys as the girl scooped out their business.

“Okay, now I have to changed your litter” she said as she scooped out the old litter and threw it in the bag. “Ugh” she groaned as she finished getting the litter in. She then looked at the floor and sighed when she saw that some of it fell. “Really?” She said before getting up.

She tied the bag shut and threw it next to the trash, making a mental note to herself to throw it out. She remembered Namaari’s text telling her the cat litter bag was next to the room and noticed the very, very big and possibly very heavy bag.

“Okay Raya, you can do this” she said before grasping the bag and groaning when she dragged it into the room. “Ugh, how does your mom deal with you guys?” She asked as the cats meowed.

“Okay” she said as she opened the bag and found the mini scooper in it before scooping litter into the box. She scooped as much as she could before agreeing with herself that it was enough.

“Okay, cool” she said as she clipped the bag shut and dragged it all the way out, groaning. “Ugh, how did Namaari carry this thing. Well, she is buff and can probably knock me out with one punch so that’s a stupid question” she said to herself before setting the bag down.

Buan meowed up at her. “Alright, where does your mom keep the broom?” She asked as she walked to the pantry again. She saw the red broom in the corner and grabbed it before heading back to the room.

She swept up the left-over litter. Mai then began to attack the bristles of the broom, trying to chew on it. “Aye! Shoo! Go!” She hit the cat gently with the broom. The cat refused to listen and Raya rolled her eyes.

She picked up the cat and put it in Namaari’s room where Buan was sleeping. “Stay in your mom’s room” she said before closing the door, rolling her eyes when she heard the cats meow.

She finished sweeping and threw out the litter. She grabbed the bag and walked to the back to throw it out, cringing at the smell as she threw it out.

As she walked up the stairs to go through the back door of Namaari’s apartment, her eyes widened when she saw a disgusting moth. “Ew, oh my gosh” she said as she ran to the door, practically screaming when she heard the moth fly.

She slammed the door shut as she panted. Did Namaari know there was a giant moth living in her porch? From what she remembered, Namaari despised bugs. Even the smallest bug can make the once tough Fang girl turn into a scared toddler, jumping onto the counter and calling Raya to kill it.

Raya went back to the room and sprayed it with air freshener. Once she felt that the room was at a better smell, she grasped the two bowls and went to fill them with cat food.

“There's a red cup in the bag. Just give them half a cup each” Namaari’s words echoed in Raya’s head as she scooped the food out. She filled their bowls and set them out before giving them fresh water.

She went back to Namaari’s room and opened the door and the two cats ran out. “Go! You guys are disgusting” she said as she sighed. This was the last time she was doing Namaari a favor.

That binturi owed her.

~*~

“Don’t be dramatic. They’re not that bad” Namaari rolled her eyes as she and Raya sat on her couch in the apartment as Raya told her the adventure of cleaning the cat litter.

“They were! Don’t you clean it?” She asked. Namaari scoffed. “Yes, I do. I clean it 3 times a day but I had to work late today, which is why I told you to clean it, but you’re such a chicken” she said.

Boun laughed as he pet one of the cats. “Ha! She called you a chicken” he laughed as Raya stuck her tongue out at him. “Well, it was disgusting, and that’s the last time I’m doing you a favor” she said as Namaari rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. You’ll come crawling back to me”

“Pff, as if”

“I bet you”

“Oh, you will?”

“Yup.

“Alright, bet”

That bet did not go well.

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just the two of us (Uma x Harry) ~ Descendants Prompt Challenge

A/N: Couldn't figure out which one I liked better so I'm posting them both lmao. Also, I've never posted anything for Huma so here's my excuse to lmao. Again, this is another scene I planned on writing for my Descendants Rewrite Series (if I ever get to it). This takes place in the first fic of the series, at the very beginning, so that's why a certain character might be a bit meaner than usual (so don't come for me, Mal stans).

Quote: Are you bleeding?

Words: 1068

TW: Mention of blood

12:53 a.m.

Ursula's Fish and Chips should have closed fifty three minutes ago but a gang of pirates too drunk to tell time or care made closing much more difficult for Uma than usual. The streets were quiet despite the many civilians walking or running to Zeus knows where as Uma dragged her boot clad feet back to the docks.

Back to her ship.

Back to her goddamn birthday party, almost nine hours later.

Uma grunted at the thought as she picked up her feet, practically stomping, as she continued her journey, causing anyone around her to part like the sea as she took another step forward.

This was supposed to her day. The one day on this godforsaken (sans Hades) island that allowed Uma to let her guard down. To smile. To be so happy for once that she wasn't reminded of the fact that every kid had paid for the sins committed by their parents and then some.

Then Mal snitched.

This was a new low, even for the purple haired pixie dragon. No matter what they threw at each other, whether it be hands, shrimp, swords, or for a brief moment, spells, the unspoken rule still applied: no parents involved. The last thing the Isle needed was full blown turf war because two teenage girls couldn't get along.

But of course, Mal found a loophole, and went to Ursula instead. And while Ursula didn't feel the need to know where her daughter was every second of the day, her best worker was missing and the angry customers didn't care for the temporary substitutes that were her crewmates.

Mal snitched. All because she wasn't invited to a former friend's surprise birthday party. Uma had never felt more embarrassed as Ursula literally dragged her out of the docks and into her restaurant.

Well, maybe once...

"Watch me not invite her ass next year," Uma thought to herself bitterly.

Uma sighed as she finally caught sight of the ship. Trashed wasn't a good enough word to describe the mess everywhere. Cups, crumbs, small shards of glass, and small spills from a variety of liquids covered the floor, the sails were teepeed, and some parts of the dock were graffitied. The sea witch pirate could only imagine what the inside looked like.

Luckily, for Uma and her crew, they were on it. With whatever cleaning supplies they had, Bonny, Gonzo, and Jonas were sweeping and mopping the deck as needed while Gil and Desiree hung from the crow's nest to try to remove the toilet paper without falling.

"A LITTLE TO THE LEFT!" Harry yelled, at the forecastle, as he collected the stray swords from the fights earlier. "NO, MY LEFT!"

"Aye, aye," Uma spoke up, boarding on the ship cautiously to not get in anyone's way.

A smirk grew on Harry's face as his icy blue eyes met with Uma's brown, who attempted to reciprocate. Harry's smirk then immediately curled into more of sheepish smile once he realized something was off. "Aye, Captain."

"I'm guessing everyone took off and ran?" Uma asked, observing her ship yet again. "Why don't you all go inside and finish up? Harry and I will finish out here."

Harry beckoned Uma with his hook to follow him to the their plank, as Gonzo, Jonas, and Bonny hastily made their way inside. "One of Harriet's crew tried to make a break with a sword after Harriet and Ginny got in a fight."

Uma took a seat next to him on the edge. "I missed a fight?!"

"Apparently, Anthony's a little...loose lipped. And Harriet didn't like it a bit."

"Who won?"

"Harriet, obviously," Harry said, his grin returning. He brought his right hand up close to Uma's face, slightly bruised, a bit swollen with a few red slivers spread out. "We Hooks are scrappers."

"Are you bleeding?!" Uma's eyes were popping out of her head as she grabbed his hand to examine it.

"Was." Harry shrugged. "Some of Harriet's crew tried to go head to head after Gil caught the thief."

"WHAT?" Uma asked. Harry winced as Uma's grip tightened.

"Harriet got it under control! But not before one of them tried to stab me with a broken glass bottle of rum. Stupid me tried to slap it out of her hand, and well..."

Uma continued to stare at her first mate's hand, softly massaging it. "I'll talk to Harriet tomorrow."

"No need."

"No need? Unless they wanna start something they can't finish, their captain and I need to have a talk before this gets out of hand!"

"Trust me, Harriet already gave those girls an earful. Probably still is. Harriet doesn't wanna fight, and neither do we."

Uma took her attention back to Harry as the two stared each other down right into each other's soul. Uma's gaze was as fierce as always, determined, and fed up while Harry's was more playful and calming. As the staring war continued, Harry slowly grabbed Uma's left hand. His grin was as wide as the ocean before he softly kissed her hand and winked.

Uma rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine."

Harry chuckled as Uma snatched her hand away. "How was work?"

"The usual," Uma replied. She took her hat off and slid closer to Harry, lying her head on one of his broad shoulders with another deep sigh, looking into the water below them. He twitched for a moment, some of her turquoise braids cascading own his arm and neck were a bit itchy but he didn't mind it a bit. "I still can't believe she told my mom."

"Me neither." Harry shook his head slightly. "We had it all worked out for you too."

"I appreciate it."

"D'awww, you're making me blush." Harry teased with a overly cute, high pitch tone.

Uma laughed as she playful slapped Harry's thigh. "Shut up."

"How are we gonna get her back?" Harry asked, enveloping Uma's hand with his.

Uma looked up at Harry with a furrowed brown. This time she sported the mischievous, playful grin. "I've got an idea."

Like music to his ears, Harry grinned back.

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complete and utter chaos [ducktales group chat fic] - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Ao3 Chapter 4

let kids be kids

6:04 am

TheWebbedWonder: hey guess what

adefinitelyrealboy: Isn’t it before the approved technology time set by Mr. Uncle Donald?

TheWebbedWonder: brilliance waits for no rule, Boyd!

adefinitelyrealboy: Okay!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: you’re corrupting him, webs.

Lou: eh let her

TheWebbedWonder: whatever

TheWebbedWonder: it’s been a while since we had a sleepover…

lenaonme: oh yeah!!!

ICanDeweyIt: and Boyd’s never been to one!!

adefinitelyrealboy: you’re right!! 

adefinitelyrealboy: what does one do at a sleepover?

TheWebbedWonder: They’re super fun!!!

TheWebbedWonder: we watch movies and have pillow fights and discover family mysteries and summon supernatural creatures and fight said supernatural creatures and eat lots of junk food!!!!!

adefinitelyrealboy: Sounds fun!!!

Lou: lmao i love our family

ICanDeweyIt: @Violet-Sabrewing you up? Important convos happening here

Violet-Sabrewing: I am now

lenaonme: vi you’re not fooling anyone

lenaonme: we all know you get up at sunrise

Lou: yeah she’s crazy

Violet-Sabrewing: True, but I was reading.

Junior-Woodchuck74: fair!

lenaonme: omg nerds

TheWebbedWonder: Ok so are we on??

TheWebbedWonder: what about Friday night?

ICanDeweyIt: what’s happening on Friday night?

TheWebbedWonder: it’s the two thousandth anniversary of the Magical Battle of Demogogorna!!!!

Lou: ok hear me out

Lou: can we PLEASE have a sleepover that doesn’t consist of crazy dangerous magical shenanigans for once

Lou: I just wanna sit on the couch and watch scary movies

Junior-Woodchuck74: you do that every day anyways

Lou: yeah but I watch other stuff like Ottoman Empire

Lou: there’s a difference, hubert!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: whatever

Violet-Sabrewing: Thursday night works for Lena and I, but we should check with the adults.

TheWebbedWonder: yeah I’ll ask them when it’s okay for us to be texting

Lou: lmao what a rebel

Family Group Chat!!!!

7:00 am

TheWebbedWonder: good morning everyone!!

mutant-krill!!!!: good morning Little Della!!

Blathering-Blatherskite: gm!!!

TheWebbedWonder: exciting things are happening

Adventure-Pilot: ooh like adventure exciting?

Adventure-Pilot: are you planning an adventure?

TheWebbedWonder: no but I am now!!!

green-sharpie: oh boy

TheWebbedWonder: @Tea Time @aw-phooey @Adventure-Pilot @Scrooge-McDuck @Indy_Sabrewing @purpleisforthegays @dr. mad scientist CAN WE HAVE A SLEEPOVER???????????

Tea Time: At McDuck Manor, I presume?

TheWebbedWonder: yes!

Adventure-Pilot: fine by me!

Scrooge-McDuck: aye, as long as you don’t trash my house again.

Tea Time: It’s not like you were the one cleaning up, sir.

green-sharpie: It wasn’t us!! The ghost Webby, Lena, and Violet summoned had no sense of hygiene.

dr. mad scientist: why did you tag me

TheWebbedWonder: Boyd!!

dr. mad scientist: blathering blatherskite

adefinitelyrealboy: <3

aw-phooey: Webster.

TheWebbedWonder: yes, Uncle Donald?

aw-phooey: it’s 7 am.

TheWebbedWonder: actually, it’s 7:03 am now!

aw-phooey: Webby, you and the kids can’t have planned a sleepover in three minutes

aw-phooey: I told you guys no phones before 7 am!!

green-sharpie: you couldn’t have waited ten minutes webs?

TheWebbedWonder: brilliance waits for no rule!!

aw-phooey: but it does wait for parental punishments

TheWebbedWonder: Oh I almost forgot

TheWebbedWonder added DosCaballero and blackmagica

aw-phooey: !!!

aw-phooey: THE BOYS

blackmagica: WE’RE THREE CABALLEROS

DosCaballero: THREE GAY CABALLEROS

aw-phooey: WE’RE HAPPY AMIGOS

blackmagica: NO MATTER WHERE HE GOES

DosCaballero: THE ONE TWO AND THREE GOES

aw-phooey: WE’RE ALWAYS TOGETHER

green-sharpie: …

aw-phooey: but Webs you’re still in trouble you can’t distract me with my boys

ICanDeweyIt: i thought we were your boys

aw-phooey: you are

aw-phooey: you’re all my boys

Junior-Woodchuck74: 💖💖

Scrooge-McDuck: @blackmagica NO MAGIC IN MY HOUSE

TheWebbedWonder: …

Violet-Sabrewing: …

lenaonme: …

Scrooge-McDuck: okay point taken

Scrooge-McDuck: NO BLACK MAGIC IN MY HOUSE UNLESS YOU’RE BRINGING MY NIECE BACK FROM THE SHADOW REALM

lenaonme: Aww im your niece?

Scrooge-McDuck: yes lass

lenaonme: sldfkdskla;sdlfkhdksl;asldkfhgbfkdl;s

moonlander-general: you worry me.

lenaonme: awww penny you charmer you!!!

moonlander-general: …

Scrooge-McDuck: @blackmagica change. your. name.

green-sharpie: good job using internet speak Uncle Scrooge!!

Scrooge-McDuck: I still only vaguely only know what that means.

Scrooge-McDuck: But I picked up many various languages adventuring. I’m a polyglot!! What’s one more?

TheCrashiestCrash: Good for you Mr. McDee!! Glad you finally found the courage to come out. Love who you love!!!!

Adventure-Pilot: wh

lenaonme: SKDFGHDSKALDKFHDKS

lenaonme: LAUNCHPAD ILY NEVER CHANGE 💖💖

TheCrashiestCrash: okay!!

Scrooge-McDuck: ah, his heart’s in the right place.

Scrooge-McDuck: wait, finally???

green-sharpie: yeah i think webby infested launchpad with the scrooge theory bug

TheWebbedWonder: you make it sound like it’s a bad thing

Scrooge-McDuck: oh curse me kilts

Scrooge-McDuck: I’ve never really felt the need you young people need to label things…

TheWebbedWonder: THEORY CONFIRMED

TheWebbedWonder: thanks uncle scrooge!!

Scrooge-McDuck: ah you’re welcome lass?

Lucky-Gander: haha same Uncle McDunkle!!

Scrooge-McDuck: tattle me tartan, I’m like you!!

Lucky-Gander: lucky you! The Gladstone life is pretty sweet if I do say so myself

green-sharpie: eh he’s not wrong

Scrooge-McDuck: I cannot believe a member of my own family would say something so heartless!!

aw-phooey: oh shoot did i miss the scrooge roasting session

Scrooge-McDuck: Please. I can handle a little heckling!!

Adventure-Pilot: where were you Don?

aw-phooey: in PMs with Zé and Chito.

TheWebbedWonder: those nicknames are so cute omg 🥺

DosCaballero: I am very cute, thank you!!

mutant-krill!!!!: Why don’t Donnie’s and José’s nicknames correlate with yours?

green-sharpie: yeah that’s kinda mean Uncle Donald

green-sharpie: abandoning your friends’ beautifully compatible nicknames

lenaonme: huh cold

lenaonme: i didn’t know you had it in you. I’m impressed uncle d

aw-phooey: oh kids

DosCaballero: Do not worry! Donald didn’t abandon us!

aw-phooey: mine used to but I changed it when the band broke up. too dangerous to keep it ngl

aw-phooey: (you should really change your name, chito)

blackmagica: And I had… other activities that required my attention.

Scrooge-McDuck: You lose more and more of my favor by the minute.

aw-phooey: my friend had your favor?? You’ve gone soft, old man.

blackmagica: Well I have a brilliant idea to appease everyone!!

blackmagica changed their name to TrêsCaballero

aw-phooey changed their name to UnoCaballero

UnoCaballero: how’s that?

DosCaballero: !!!!!! <3

TrêsCaballero: We love you too.

Junior-Woodchuck74: awww!!!

dr. mad scientist: spare me.

Blathering-Blatherskite: Gyro play nice

Adventure-Pilot: yeah Gyro!!!

dr. mad scientist: oh my god shut up.

TrêsCaballero: I did not mean to offend you, Dr. Mad Scientist!!

green-sharpie: he really said duckscord user dr. mad scientist

moonlander-general: But we’re not using duckscord?

ICanDeweyIt: it’s a joke Penny

ICanDeweyIt: wait do you have duckscord???

moonlander-general: Della made me set it up

ICanDeweyIt: FRIEND ME

ICanDeweyIt:  I CRAVE VALIDATION

green-sharpie: we know

ihaveahead!!!: we know

lenaonme: we know

Junior-Woodchuck74: we know

Tea Time: we know

ICanDeweyIt: fine :( be like that

TheWebbedWonder: It’s because we love you 💖

ICanDeweyIt: sldkfghdks Webs how dare

ICanDeweyIt: ily2

ICanDeweyIt: IM GOING IN KIDS CHAT WHERE WEBBY LOVES ME

ICanDeweyIt: LET THE WORLD BURN

Blathering-Blatherskite: ...what???

Scrooge-McDuck: leave it, he’s being dramatic

let kids be kids

10:02 am

 ICanDeweyIt: >:(

Junior-Woodchuck74: dewey are you done moping

ICanDeweyIt: give me one minute

Junior-Woodchuck74: ...fine.

10:03 am

ICanDeweyIt: okay i’m back

Lou: smh

TheWebbedWonder: PARTY PLANNING TIME

TheWebbedWonder: what snacks do we want? Granny’s gonna do a grocery run soon

ICanDeweyIt: cheeto puffs

ICanDeweyIt: because SOMEONE ate them all

Lou: hey, don’t look at me! The rats love fake cheese dust!!

ICanDeweyIt: Beakley did her weekly rat clean the day before they went missing

Lou: ugh okay fine they’re good okay????

Lou: shut up

Junior-Woodchuck: also, HEALTHY snacks!

lenaonme: lame

Lou: seconded

ICanDeweyIt: thirded

Junior-Woodchuck74: Viiiii back me up here

Violet-Sabrewing: I look forward to eating an ungodly amount of junk food and having an impressive sugar crash with the rest of you.

Junior-Woodchuck74: dangit

Junior-Woodchuck74: webby?

TheWebbedWonder: SUGAAAAAAAAR

Junior-Woodchuck74: Beakley never let you near anything sugary so fair enough

Lou: I mean that was for good reason

Lou: she’s almost as bad as you hue

TheWebbedWonder: SUGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

Junior-Woodchuck74: oh boy

Junior-Woodchuck74: Boyd?

adefinitelyrealboy: Getting ice cream with you in Tokyolk was fun, Huey! Let’s do it again at the sleepover!

Junior-Woodchuck74: dangit i’m soft

Junior-Woodchuck74: please put some healthy snacks down there anyway Webby. At least for me.

TheWebbedWonder: already done!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: <3

lenaonme: do Vi and I need to bring anything over aside from the usual?

TheWebbedWonder: idk yet

adefinitelyrealboy: what’s the usual?

Junior-Woodchuck74: we have sleeping bags and pillows but if you want your own you can bring it. Same with plushies and stuffed animals. Toothbrush and hairbrush and that kind of toiletries, but I don’t know how much you use. Your phone, obviously, and anything else you’ll want for the night. But we have a lot of supplies.

adefinitelyrealboy: okay!

adefinitelyrealboy: I don’t have a lot of personal items like that. Most of what I have at the Drakes is just hand-me-downs from Doofus

lenaonme: get in loser we’re going shopping

lenaonme: for personal trinkets for you

ICanDeweyIt: omg <3

ICanDeweyIt: lena you’re my new favorite person

lenaonme: as I should be

adefinitelyrealboy: That’s sweet! Dr. Gearloose and Lil’ Bulb I have been doing that periodically, though. Sometimes Mr. Manny the Headless Manhorse and Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera come along too!!

Lou: I really want to know what’s up with Fenton’s invalid doctorate ngl

Violet-Sabrewing: Me too

Junior-Woodchuck74: 👀 good to know

lenaonme: don’t overanalyze anything hue

TheWebbedWonder: but overanalyzing is the BEST!!

lenaonme: okay you’re the only valid overanalyzer Webs

TheWebbedWonder: 💖💖💖

TheWebbedWonder: Lena and Violet can you come over on Tuesday to help me set up the magical activities?

Lou: oh boy

Violet-Sabrewing: I’ll ask

lenaonme: do you need us to smuggle in anything again?

TheWebbedWonder: no that’s okay! I still have all the books you brought last time, and I think I can get any herbs we need for spells without suspicion as long as it’s not too close to the sleepover date

lenaonme: 👍

Lou: well I staunchly refuse to participate in any more magical adventures than I need to. Tuesday I have a date with some Pep and Ottoman Empire!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: ugh.

TheWebbedWonder: You don’t have to! This is a strictly Team Magic adventure!!

ICanDeweyIt: aw man :(

TheWebbedWonder: uhh that’s okay Dewey you can come if you want!!

ICanDeweyIt: eh it’s all right I just want validation

lenaonme: understandable. see you tuesday!

ICanDeweyIt: 💙💙

Team Uncle McDunkle (les parentals)

10:43 am

Indy_Sabrewing: Violet just asked if she and Lena can go over to McDuck Manor on Tuesday to prepare for the sleepover with Webby

purpleisforthegays: fine w/ me

acepilot: us too

22: so we’re all good with the sleepover at large, correct?

Dadnald: Aside from the fact that the kids were obviously planning it in their own group chat before the agreed tech time minimum

Moneybags: ah let them

Moneybags: they’re just excited

Dadnald: Unca it’s the first day of that rule

22: I agree with Donald. It’s good to lay down a solid foundation for rules. Let the children know we will enforce them.

acepilot: okay but I vote we still let them have their sleepover. It is Boyd’s first sleepover. Excuse me, important life milestones happening here!!

Dadnald: okay fair

Dadnald: It’s been approximately two weeks since we all met Boyd and Della’s already imprinting on him

acepilot: like you’re not

Dadnald: shhhhh

Dadnald: you’re right about the sleepover. I don’t want to take that away, and they all seem so excited.

Dadnald: let me figure out something else though, at least for my kids

Indy_Sabrewing: we’ll do it together

purpleisforthegays: Any adventures between now and the sleepover, Mr. McDuck?

Moneybags: just a small day trip to the Sands of Time on Wednesday. should be an easy one.

Dadnald: I think we should just assign them extra chores until then

22: fine by me.

acepilot: hahah same

Moneybags: Gyro?

worldsgreatestinventor: I don’t think I have that kind of relationship with Boyd yet, to be completely honest.

worldsgreatestinventor: but it’s fine he’s a good kid

acepilot: oh I know

Dadnald: I’m picking up Huey and Boyd from their Junior Woodchuck meeting tomorrow; I can talk to the Drakes then

Moneybags: good thinking Donald!

Moneybags: you’ll get there, Gyro

PM between Junior-Woodchuck74 and TotallyNotGizmoduck

11:47 am

Junior-Woodchuck74: Boyd says you’ve been shopping with him and Dr. Gearloose!!

TotallyNotGizmoduck: yeah!! It was an infallible excuse to get Gyro out of the lab

TotallyNotGizmoduck: He really cares for Boyd.

Junior-Woodchuck74: And Boyd really cares for him!

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I can see that! Boyd is a sweet kid.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I just wish Gyro would realize that. For a genius, he can be surprisingly dense.

Junior-Woodchuck74: he’s not the only one

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Oh cease whatever scheme you’re planning and help me figure out how to make Gyro overcome his anxieties about parenthood!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: oh I’m down

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m not dropping this, but I’m down

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I expected nothing less. Now, any brilliant ideas? Come on brain, think!

Junior-Woodchuck74: I think Boyd would be overjoyed to receive parental affection from Gyro. He doesn’t need any meddling; it’s just Gyro

TotallyNotGizmoduck: True

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I believe Gyro’s mostly scared, but he’ll never admit it. Least of all to himself.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Also, the Drakes are two experienced parents with a stable, large home and income. They have an unending amount of time to spend with their children, and they easily fit society’s heteronormative mold of the perfect nuclear family. 

TotallyNotGizmoduck: they’re everything Gyro is not, and that intimidates him.

Junior-Woodchuck74: The Drakes spent the majority of their parenthood enslaved in their own home and terrified of their son. They’re not exactly the pinnacle of perfect parenthood.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: ha, nice alliteration.

Junior-Woodchuck74: thanks!

TotallyNotGizmoduck: However, I’m not the one you need to convince here. You’re preaching to the choir.

Junior-Woodchuck74: Fair.

Junior-Woodchuck74: Let me ask Webby; she probably has some convoluted scheme to get Dr. Gearloose and Boyd to be a family.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: That makes sense

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I don’t know her very well, but she’s a sweet kid.

Junior-Woodchuck74: she scares you, doesn’t she.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Oh she totally scares me

Family Group Chat!!!!

2:03 pm

UnoCaballero: @DosCaballero @TrêsCaballero you know what time it is

UnoCaballero: We’re three caballeros

DosCaballero: Three gay caballeros

TrêsCaballero: They say we are birds of a feather!!

UnoCaballero: We’re happy amigos

DosCaballero: No matter where he goes

TrêsCaballero: The one

UnoCaballero: Two

DosCaballero: And three

TrêsCaballero: goes, we’re always together

UnoCaballero: We’re

DosCaballero: Three

TrêsCaballero: Caballeros

ICanDeweyIt: I can’t believe the adults did a songchain before we did

lenaonme: oh shoot we gotta do one now

TheWebbedWonder: what song should we do?

green-sharpie: CREEPER

ICanDeweyIt: aww man

Junior-Woodchuck74: aww man

Junior-Woodchuck74: darn it

lenaonme: so we back in the mine

Violet-Sabrewing: swinging our pickaxe from side to side

green-sharpie: side side to side

lenaonme: This task a grueling one,

ICanDeweyIt: Hope to find some diamonds tonight, night, night

TheWebbedWonder: diamonds tonight

Blathering-Blatherskite: Heads up, you hear a sound,

Junior-Woodchuck74: FENTON

lenaonme: omg another meme child rises

green-sharpie: not exactly a child skdfhdksla

dr. mad scientist: are we done fangirling yet

Junior-Woodchuck74: not all of us are girls, Dr. Gearloose.

Junior-Woodchuck74: That only perpetuates the ingrained societal mindset that liking something is cringey, and girls are cringey and inferior because they’re tied to that negative connotation

lenaonme: go off

TheWebbedWonder: ^^^^

wreathedingold: Well said!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Dang I think that’s the first thing Aunt Goldie’s ever said to me 😳

wreathedingold: I’m not your aunt kid

TheWebbedWonder: just you wait

wreathedingold: well that’s ominous

wreathedingold: time for me to bounce then

TheWebbedWonder: Noooo Aunt Goldie come back!!!

ICanDeweyIt: Don’t worry Webs, we’ll get her soon enough.

Scrooge-McDuck: Should I be worried or…?

TheWebbedWonder: nah everything’ll be just fine Uncle Scrooge!!

dr. mad scientist: RED NEPHEW.

dr. mad scientist: STOP SPAMMING MY PMS.

dr. mad scientist: one more message and I block you, capishe?

UnoCaballero: You can’t block Huey for emergency purposes

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m just making sure you get the message Dr. Gearloose

dr. mad scientist: okay okay

dr. mad scientist: it was more of a drag against Fenton anyway

Blathering-Blatherskite: hey!!

TheCrashiestCrash: nooo, we love you fenton!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: yesss Fenton positivity hours!!

Ihaveahead!!!: Fenton positivity hours!!

mutant-krill!!!!: Fenton positivity hours!!

TheCrashiestCrash: Fenton positivity hours!!

TheWebbedWonder: Fenton positivity hours!!

UnoCaballero: Fenton positivity hours!!

moonlander-general: well that’s creepy.

ghostbutler: it’s best not to question their antics.

Tea Time: Oh dear, Duckworth is making logical sense! He’s been replaced by a fake!

ghostbutler: You wish.

ICanDeweyIt: LONG LIVE THE HIVEMIND

lenaonme: Fenton positivity hours!!

DosCaballero: Fenton positivity hours!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Fenton positivity hours!!

Lucky-Gander: Fenton positivity hours!!

purpleisforthegays: Fenton positivity hours!!

adefinitelyrealboy: Fenton positivity hours!!

Lil’ Bulb: Fenton positivity hours!!

Blathering-Blatherskite: <3 <3

dr. mad scientist: betrayed by my own inventions… 

Lil’ Bulb: ily2

dr. mad scientist: which one of you kids taught him that

Junior-Woodchuck74: dewey

lenaonme: dewey

green-sharpie: dewey

ICanDeweyIt: oh shut up

ICanDeweyIt: I’m not sorry

Violet-Sabrewing: as you should be

ICanDeweyIt: and I would’ve gotten away with it if not for you meddling kids!!!

Lucky-Gander: haha

Adventure-Pilot: lol

UnoCaballero: sdfghgfds

lenaonme: dewey getting that Adult Validation

ICanDeweyIt: it do be like that 😌

ICanDeweyIt: anyway back to the song chain!!

ICanDeweyIt: yall adults are welcome to join us just don’t mess it up

Lucky-Gander: wouldn’t dream of it

lenaonme: creeper

ICanDeweyIt: aww man

Junior-Woodchuck74: that’s not where we were in the song

ICanDeweyIt: AWW MAN

Violet-Sabrewing: So we back in the mine

TheWebbedWonder: rocking our pickaxe from side to side

UnoCaballero: side side to side

green-sharpie: This task a grueling one

TheCrashiestCrash: Hoping to find some diamonds tonight

DosCaballero: night night

Blathering-Blatherskite: Diamonds tonight

Violet-Sabrewing: heads up

purpleisforthegays: you hear a sound

lenaonme: turn around and look up

Lil’ Bulb: total shock fills your body

TheWebbedWonder: Oh no it’s you again

Junior-Woodchuck74: I could never forget those eyes, eyes

TrêsCaballero: eyes eyes eyes

ihaveahead!!!: cause baby tonight

ICanDeweyIt: DISCORD

green-sharpie: The creeper's trying to steal all our stuff again,

ICanDeweyIt: IM HOWLING AT THE MOON

lenaonme: SLEEPING IN THE MIDDLE OF A SUMMER AFTERNOON

Junior-Woodchuck74: dewey i hate you

ICanDeweyIt: can’t help it i’m a wild child

Junior-Woodchuck74: last week you cried because the supermarket was all out of blue rock candy

ICanDeweyIt: WILD CHILD, HUBERT

Junior-Woodchuck74: IT’S JUST SUGAR AND FOOD COLORING

ICanDeweyIt: SHUT UP IT’S GOOD

lenaonme: ok shut up nerds hash it out later we’re going back to singing

lenaonme: DISCOOOOORD

green-sharpie: whatever did we do

dr. mad scientist: is this the hecking mlp song

Adventure-Pilot: hah hecking

dr. mad scientist: DONALD EDITS MY TEXTS

UnoCaballero: as i should 

UnoCaballero: don’t swear around my kids

TheCrashiestCrash: TO MAKE YOU TAKE OUR WORLD AWAAAAAAAAY

TheWebbedWonder: Discord, are we your prey alone

TrêsCaballero: or are we just a stepping stone to taking back the throne

Blathering-Blatherskite: Discord

Violet-Sabrewing: We won’t take it anymore

DosCaballero: So take your tyranny away!

purpleisforthegays: discoooooooooord…

Junior-Woodchuck74: discoooooooooord…

green-sharpie: discoooooooooord…

moonlander-general: wha

ICanDeweyIt: shh penny we’re singing

adefinitelyrealboy: this is quite an interesting phenomenon!!

mutant-krill!!!!: agreed, it is quite fascinating!!

green-sharpie: OH SHOOT BOYD DOESN’T KNOW ANY MEME SONGS

lenaonme: 😔😔👊

ICanDeweyIt: YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

TheWebbedWonder: I’m adding it to the sleepover agenda now!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Della and Penumbra should join us, since they don’t know either

Junior-Woodchuck74: good idea! but what about Uncle Indy and Uncle Scrooge? And Dr. Gearloose?

Blathering-Blatherskite: Gyro knows meme songs he’s just not participating out of spite

dr. mad scientist: shut up fenton

Violet-Sabrewing: there’s no hope for them

wreathedingold: HAH

TheWebbedWonder: oh Aunt Goldie!! I thought you left!!

wreathedingold: shush pink niece

TheWebbedWonder: omg she knows who i am 🥺💚❤️🥰

green-sharpie: uhh not quite webs

Scrooge-McDuck: Excuse me!

Scrooge-McDuck: we had this conversation earlier today. I am a polyglot.

TheCrashiestCrash: And I told you Mr. McDee!! Love who you love!!

Scrooge-McDuck: Oh tatter me tartan.

wreathedingold: quite the enthusiastic brood you have there, Scroogey!

Scrooge-McDuck: I can’t believe this.

Indy_Sabrewing: That’s it Violet; no reading for fun.

Violet-Sabrewing: No!

lenaonme: 😔👊

TheWebbedWonder: Oh no!!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: We should invite Uncle Fethry too, if he can make it

mutant-krill!!!!: my schedule is full of traveling the seas with Mitzy and cataloguing our scientific findings and experiences!!

mutant-krill!!!!: But I will check.

adefinitelyrealboy: I can hardly wait!!

Tea Time: And when is this?

ICanDeweyIt: Well we were planning on showing Boyd at the sleepover, but it seems my dear class has grown… 

ICanDeweyIt: PROFESSOR DEWFORD RISES

Junior-Woodchuck74: @Tea Time Wednesday will work.

Tea Time: Wonderful. I’ll mark it in the family calendar. 

lenaonme: mrs beakley ily

Tea Time: Thank you, Lena.

ICanDeweyIt: P R O F E S S O R   D E W F O R D

green-sharpie: oh boy

Junior-Woodchuck74: you don’t have a Ph.D idiot

ICanDeweyIt: Neither does Fenton but do you see that stopping him?

Blathering-Blatherskite: why must you keep bringing up my lack of a doctorate?

lenaonme: it’s funny

green-sharpie: yeah pretty much

green-sharpie: you know we’re only going to bring it up more now right?

Blathering-Blatherskite: oh blathering blatherskite

Blathering-Blatherskite: What has my life come to? I’m being mercilessly mocked by a bunch of children.

dr. mad scientist: HAH

Tea Time: That’s just what children are like.

lenaonme: mrs beakley says this as if she doesn’t tease everyone mercilessly too

Tea Time: That goes without saying.

Lil’ Bulb: it do be like that 😔👊

dr. mad scientist: OH COME ON

dr. mad scientist: WHICH ONE OF YOU TAUGHT HIM THAT

Lucky-Gander: dude you literally just had this conversation

dr. mad scientist: I’LL KILL YOU KIDS

UnoCaballero: NO

Adventure-Pilot: I’LL KILL YOU FIRST

ihaveahead!!!: i dont doubt that

dr. mad scientist: WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON MANNY

ihaveahead!!!: della’s

dr. mad scientist: typical.

lenaonme: nearlythrewhandswitha13yearold.png

Violet-Sabrewing: yes pretty much

TheWebbedWonder: sldkfhdskl;a

Blathering-Blatherskite: oh how the tables have turned

dr. mad scientist: i hate you all

Adventure-Pilot: we love you too mwah <3 <3

dr. mad scientist: ewww

TheWebbedWonder: commence operation: SMOTHER DR. GEARLOOSE IN LOVE AND AFFECTION

Adventure-Pilot: HECK YEAH

Blathering-Blatherskite: Sounds like an interesting scheme with a potentially volatile reaction from the subject, but with likely a desired outcome!!!

TheWebbedWonder: aw thanks Fenton <3

Blathering-Blatherskite: anytime!!

lenaonme: lol get him

dr. mad scientist: I TRUSTED YOU WEBBIGAIL

TheWebbedWonder: THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD

TheWebbedWonder: TIME TO HEAD OVER TO THE LAB EVERYONE

dr. mad scientist: no

TheCrashiestCrash: I’ll drive!!

dr. mad scientist: NO

dr. mad scientist: FENTON STOP THEM

Blathering-Blatherskite: :3

ICanDeweyIt: S’DLFKDSL;KDKFHSKLASKEISKAGSKASKD

dr. mad scientist: YOU WILL DIE PAINFULLY

TrêsCaballero: This chat is… interesting

ICanDeweyIt: Get used to it Uncle José!!!

TrêsCaballero: I am… Uncle José?

TrêsCaballero: What an honor!!

ICanDeweyIt: sure you are!! you’re close enough to uncle donald

TheWebbedWonder: and we love you!!!

ICanDeweyIt: yeah and that

UnoCaballero: awww kids

TrêsCaballero: you must meet my biological nephews, Zico and Zeca!!

TheWebbedWonder: NEW FRIENDS!!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Uncle Scrooge

Scrooge-McDuck: Yes Huey?

Junior-Woodchuck74: On an unrelated note, can we take an adventure in Brazil?

TrêsCaballero: 🥰🥰

Scrooge-McDuck: ugh 

Scrooge-McDuck: I’ll look into it

TheWebbedWonder: I’ll help you Uncle Scrooge!!

Indy_Sabrewing: Is this the adventure you promised Della?

TheWebbedWonder: Nope!! My lips are sealed on that one

lenaonme: huh you’re actually doing that

TheWebbedWonder: Yep!! And it’s gonna be amazing!!

Adventure-Pilot: I bet!!

TheWebbedWonder: 💕💕💕

TheWebbedWonder: I love you!!!

Adventure-Pilot: aww I love you too honey!!

DosCaballero: Not to interrupt this adorable declaration of love but

green-sharpie: you’re an uncle too

DosCaballero: !!!!!

UnoCaballero: I’m proud of you guys

purpleisforthegays: are you talking to your friends or to the kids?

UnoCaballero: up for interpretation

PM between Junior-Woodchuck74 and TotallyNotGizmoduck

4:35 pm

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Huey

Junior-Woodchuck74: Yes Fenton?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I scrolled up in the major group chat and your uncle said something odd about his nickname

Junior-Woodchuck74: Wait, why were you scrolling up in chat?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Manny and Lil’ Bulb roped me into taking out of context screenshots.

Junior-Woodchuck74: Oh hey Dewey and Lena do that too!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: What did you find?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: screenshot-2020-08-06-4.24-PM

[aw-phooey: mine used to but I changed it when the band broke up. too dangerous to keep it ngl]

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Why would it be too dangerous for him to keep his Three Caballeros nickname?

Junior-Woodchuck74: Yeah that’s definitely weird

Junior-Woodchuck74: Especially since Uncle Donald’s account is private

TotallyNotGizmoduck: this chat service only has basic security. It is easily hacked if someone has the means.

Junior-Woodchuck74: That means they’d have to want to find Uncle Donald

Junior-Woodchuck74: Fenton I’m scared for Uncle Donald now

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I’m sure he’s okay! He knows how to protect himself, if nothing else.

Junior-Woodchuck74: true

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Besides, you have me, a literal superhero, on your side if anything goes wrong!!

TotallyNotGizmoduck: and your family is exceptionally good at fighting off threats. You’ll be okay, Huey.

Junior-Woodchuck74: i’m not worried for me

Junior-Woodchuck74: but thanks, Fenton

Junior-Woodchuck74: i think i’m gonna sleep on this and then do some DuckDuckGo searches on the Three Caballeros tomorrow, okay?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Of course, Huey

Junior-Woodchuck74: talk tomorrow?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: wouldn’t miss it!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: and you should really change your name

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I will

PM between TheWebbedWonder and TotallyNotGizmoduck

7:43 pm

TheWebbedWonder: Hi Fenton!!

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Hello Webby!!

TheWebbedWonder: I realized I never added your mother to our group chatTheWebbedWonder: Can I have her username?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Of course! I figured something was up

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Not that you can���t contact me casually!!

TheWebbedWonder: I’ll keep that in mind! 💖

TheWebbedWonder: Your mom is really nice but I don’t know her that well

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Oh you two will definitely get along

TotallyNotGizmoduck: There is a 93% chance of it

TotallyNotGizmoduck: The 7% is if she catches wind of the illegal activities Lena drags you into

TheWebbedWonder: It was ONE time and that guy deserved it!! It was justice!!!

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Webby, you set a citizen’s apartment ablaze!!!

TheWebbedWonder: He was being a jerk

TheWebbedWonder: He purposefully misgendered Dewey and Violet

TheWebbedWonder: and he made some really gross comments about Lena

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Webby, I understand that

TotallyNotGizmoduck: M’ma and I have to deal with our fair share of jerks

TotallyNotGizmoduck: And in all honesty, she would probably respect the karma of your actions. I definitely do.

TheWebbedWonder: yeah I get it

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I became a superhero to help people

TotallyNotGizmoduck: And that person deserved what came to them, but sometimes there are better ways to help people

TheWebbedWonder: sure okay

TheWebbedWonder: I mean you should probably give Lena the lecture

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I’ll keep that in mind

TotallyNotGizmoduck: but you’re a good kid webby

TheWebbedWonder: awww thanks 💖💖

TotallyNotGizmoduck: You and M’ma will get along

TotallyNotGizmoduck: You’re both kind, powerful, passionate women who scare me

TheWebbedWonder: Aww, I scare you? That’s so sweet!!! Thank you!!!

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Uhhh you’re welcome?

TheWebbedWonder: 🥰🥰

let kids be kids

8:03 pm

TheWebbedWonder: Fenton is lecturing me about when we set that guy’s house on fire

lenaonme: hah that was awesome

Lou: ew lectures

Junior-Woodchuck74: I told you that was a bad idea

Violet-Sabrewing: It worked out, though

TheWebbedWonder: he’s so nice but also I want to set all bigots’ houses on fire

ICanDeweyIt: as you should

Violet-Sabrewing: *as WE should

ICanDeweyIt: you’re right vi!!!

lenaonme: *cracks knuckles* aight i got this

TheWebbedWonder: wait no lena don’t be mean

lenaonme: shhh it’s just a little bit of good-natured teasing

TheWebbedWonder: Lena

Junior-Woodchuck74: Lena

Violet-Sabrewing: Lena

adefinitelyrealboy: Don’t be mean to Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera!! He has to deal with a lot of their comments anyway. And he’s a superhero!! He knows what he’s doing!!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Fenton is a superhero?

lenaonme: khdskalksdf HE’S gizmoduck????

Junior-Woodchuck74: oh no

Violet-Sabrewing: I did think of this hypothesis a couple months ago

adefinitelyrealboy: Oh no!! I didn’t mean to reveal Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera’s secret identity!!

ICanDeweyIt: not much of a secret tbh. he has a whole journal entry for people who know he’s Gizmoduck

TheWebbedWonder: Guess he has two more names to add to that list

Lou: to be fair, his username is TotallyNotGizmoduck. That’s pretty sus

Junior-Woodchuck74: he really needs to change that.

ICanDeweyIt: yeah

PM between lenaonme and TotallyNotGizmoduck

8:24 pm

lenaonme: ay yo

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Hi, Lena!

lenaonme: be gay do crime

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Lena no

lenaonme: lena yes

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I suppose Webby talked to you?

lenaonme: yes

lenaonme: also vi and i know your secret identity now

TotallyNotGizmoduck: darn it

lenaonme: seriously change your name that’s kind of pathetic ngl

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I understand you like fitting the image of “rebellious teenager” and all, but are the insults completely necessary?

lenaonme: oh thank webby she convinced me to only lightly tease you

lenaonme: it’s with love~ 💖

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Not quite sure if I buy that

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I don’t want to have to apprehend you if you commit crimes, Lena

TotallyNotGizmoduck: and my M’ma wouldn’t either

lenaonme: i don’t even know her

TotallyNotGizmoduck: You will tomorrow!!

lenaonme: i can’t decide if that’s ominous or just overly preppy

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I’m just a little excited

lenaonme: lmao lame

TotallyNotGizmoduck: :(

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I hate teenagers

lenaonme: blanket statement huh

TotallyNotGizmoduck: sorry

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I wouldn't be forced into negative feelings if you weren't mean to me!

lenaonme: it's because i love you

TotallyNotGizmoduck: you keep saying that, but I'm not so sure I believe it...

Science Gays

8:48 pm

fentonium: why are kids like this

worldsgreatestinventor: agreed, very negative feelings indeed

adefinitelyrealboy: :(

worldsgreatestinventor: except for you Boyd

Junior-Woodchuck74: It’s because we love you

adefinitelyrealboy: what about Huey?

worldsgreatestinventor: ehhhhhhh

Junior-Woodchuck74: disappointed but not surprised

Junior-Woodchuck74: let me guess you talked to Lena?

fentonium: yes

worldsgreatestinvention: she’s cool

worldsgreatestinvention: she taught me memes

worldsgreatestinventor: WHAT

worldsgreatestinventor: red nephew!! your lot told me that was dewey!!

worldsgreatestinvention: just for those specific memes

worldsgreatestinvention: it was a group effort

Headless-Mannyhorse: good for them

worldsgreatestinventor: they will rue the day!!

fentonium: oookaay

fentonium: you know what I prefer Lena to this

Junior-Woodchuck74: she knows

fentonium: oh no

Junior-Woodchuck74: that’s one of the reasons she likes it so much

fentonium:  oh no

Family Group Chat!!!!

4:55 am

lenaonme: b͈̻̙͕̲̭ͦͦ̾͛l͉͒a̱̳̠̳͈͎̖̓ͪc̆͒k͎͖͈͓̎̌͒p̝͈̌ͫͥͦi̩͙͙͕ͫ̋͛ň̦̌k̟͐̾ ̟̼̥͎ͣͫ͛̂i̞͓̰̜͇̜̪ͧ͑͌̓s̙ͤ͛ͩ ̩̞̖͖̺̐̈͋͆́̈́ͅt̙̥̄ͨͭ͐h̩͇̮̙̬̉͂ͫe͕͚̳̩̞͚̜ ̞͕̰̇͛̏̍ͨ̄r͉̹̱̬͑̄̾͐ḛ͖̘̇̆v̺̱̇̽͒o̤̮̤l̞̯̪̳͕̿͆͌ͭͅu̮̼̝̤̅̑ͬ̾͑͂̍t͇̲̺̘̀i̘ͦ̿͗o̪ͣ͐̓̇ͦ̎ͬn͙̱͔̩͙͒́̋̽̎̎~

dr. mad scientist: oh my god shut up

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Huey: Junior-Woodchuck74 Dewey: ICanDeweyIt Louie: Lou / green-sharpie* Webby: TheWebbedWonder / Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl* Donald: aw-phooey* / Dadnald / UnoCaballero Scrooge: Scrooge-McDuck* / Moneybags Della: worldsgreatestadventurer* / Adventure-Pilot / universesgreatestadventurer /acepilot Beakley: 22 / Tea Time Launchpad: TheCrashiestCrash Lena: lenaonme Violet: Violet-Sabrewing Duckworth: ghostbutler Gyro: worldsgreatestinventor* / dr mad scientist / wildlymisunderstood Fenton: TotallyNotGizmoduck* / Blathering-Blatherskite Manny: ihaveahead!!! Lil' Bulb: worldsgreatestinvention* / Lil' Bulb Gladstone: Lucky-Gander Fethry: mutant-krill!!!! Indy: Indy_Sabrewing Ty: purpleisforthegays Goldie: Wine-Aunt* / wreathedingold Penny: moonlander-general Boyd: adefinitelyrealboy Panchito: DosCaballero José: blackmagica* / TrêsCaballero

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i listened to a bunch of various blackpink while making this (on if it's your last rn) so that's why that ending moment is there lmao. it's just a glimpse into my life i guess. it's also a fitting reference since i wrote a bunch of this during a writing sprint with friends (and i lost :( ) and they introduced me to almost all of the blackpink songs i know!

there's a moment in which dewey called himself a "wild child" which is inspired by another friend calling me a wild child the other day. it just be like that i guess. (tragically, neither this friend nor the blackpink friends are into ducktales so they won't read this. but moon, silv, viper, rose, if you're out there... ily)

peep some sexuality headcanons!! I tried not to make them too overwhelming since I know a lot of people have different hcs, but they slipped in. It didn't make it in, but I hc that in addition to the no-label thing for genders, Scrooge is also demisexual and demiromantic!! I'm aroace so that means something to me. Also re: the bigot Webby and Fenton were talking about, I hc Violet is trans and Dewey is nb (thank the duckfalls server for that one). and lena is gay. but all headcanons are cool n valid and i'd love to hear some of yours!!

i unexpectedly got a really good response to this fic last week and i just want to say thank you!! it means so much to me that people like this fic and that people like my writing in general. i love all of you <3 i haven't responded to comments from last week yet cause energy but i promise i will i just need energy. but i read all of them and they were so sweet!! so thank you!!

in a similar vein, no penny pokemon plot this week cause the week slipped by and i forgot to message ppl about pokemon but i definitely will do that. it'll probably be back for next time. thank you so much to everyone who offered!! i'll probably take you guys up on that.

also thanks to the people on tumblr who gave me scrooge phrases. @just-sinag sent me an amazing video of all of scrooge's catchphrases from dt87 (which i didn't get to use this time unfortunately but definitely next time) which was really helpful, but everyone who replied to my post is really awesome and i appreciate it!!

in other news, my cat just meowed at the door while i'm writing this author's note and then jumped very cartoonishly when the door bumped against the wall. she's a little freaked out right now, poor baby. but i love her.

Chapter 4

[ella-se-vuelve-loca]

The Fake Fiancé | Christopher Vélez

I thought y’all might enjoy some some Christopher content today lmao it’s a little cliché, I know but whatever alsydcvs I’m in a really fluffy mood right now so don’t come for me

Warning: None lol just sOME MAJOR FLUFF

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The car slowed down to a stop as he looked out the window. “Wait… isn’t this that new fancy restaurant you were talking about?” Chris turned to look at me. “I know you said we were going out to eat but I thought you meant McDonald’s or something. Why are we here?” That’s right. I haven’t told him yet. Oh boy, he’s going to freak. “Are you going to propose to me for the free dessert again?” He joked. “We don’t do that all the time.” I laughed. 

“Wait you’re not about to propose for real, are you? Finally gonna make an honest man of me, huh?” He smiled “Well, if you must know, we’re going to be eating in here.” He tilted his head slightly and gave me a confused look. “We’re eating here? I’m uh not exactly dressed for the venue, though I did wonder why you started putting on your makeup and new dress for a fast food place.” Now I really wish I had told him before. “If you saw me getting dolled up and change into something nice, why didn’t you?” He shrugged his shoulders.

“I just assumed you thought one of the workers was cute.” Well, I guess it’s now or never. “Chris um.. tengo que decirte algo.” He looked me and nodded his head, an indication that I continue. “We’re actually here for Sebastián’s wedding reception..” I bit my lip, nervous of his reaction. “Qué? You’re not seriously telling me this, are you? Okay, what the hell are we doing here?” I sighed. “He invited me to his wedding.” 

Christopher isn’t the type of person who doesn’t normally get upset. This, however, might have triggered something in him and I don’t blame him. “He invited you to the wedding? What is he trying to do? Rub in your face for the fact that he left you for this girl? You know I can’t stand the guy.” I know I know you can’t. I’m sorry that I’m dragging you into this. “It’s not like that. I told him that I found someone else.” If he wasn’t upset before, he’s not going to like what I’m about to ask of him. “Oh? You’ve told him you’ve moved on? Con quien?” I looked down in embarrassment. “I sort of.. kind of.. made him up..” 

“No you’re kidding me. You made up a new boyfriend?” I nodded. “When he invited me to his wedding, I freaked and asked him if I could bring a plus two for my boyfriend and Chris, I can’t go alone!” He just shook his head. “I know you’re my best friend, but this means I’m aloud to call you out for being crazy.” I just gave him a look and glanced at the building in front of us. “What is he called? Is this a full time imaginary friend?” I cleared my throat. “Well.. no..” I don’t want an imaginary friend, I want you. Why did I agree to go to this? “Hang on.. why am I here?” 

“Umm..” C’mon! You have to let him know! “Are you gonna tell him that your boyfriend was on a business trip or something? He won’t be happy to see me. After your breakup we had uh.. conversation.” This is so embarrassing. “No, I didn’t tell him.” Oh, boy. Can’t he figure this out without me having to tell him? “So you haven’t told him that your fake boyfriend couldn’t come, okay. What will he say when he asks about your new love interest?” Is he really gonna make me say it? Well, I guess this is what I get for not informing him about this beforehand. “About that um.. I was wondering if you could.. maybe be.. my..” I can’t get the words out.

“O - Oh.. you want me to be your boyfriend?” I gave him a nervous smile. “Please?” He glanced out the window and then back at me. “Um.. no.” I was shocked, but not entirely surprised. “What why?” He shook his head and moved his hair away from his face. “No he already thought I was in love with you when you were dating. I’m not adding fuel to that fire.” I turned to fully face him. “Please, Christopher help me out! I can’t do this by myself!” I’m literally begging at this point. “No no I can’t and don’t pull the “but you love me and I’m your best friend” card because that has gotten me in so much trouble since we were kids.” 

“Aye Díos, Christopher por favor. I promise I’ll make it up to you! Whatever you want!” Please don’t let me go in there alone without you. This is humiliating as it already is. This is my fault. He grumbled and sighed. “Fine. Okay okay.. I’ll be your Prince Charming, but you owe me a nice steak dinner, alright?” I practically jumped on him and gave him a hug. “Oh my God, gracias Christopher! I’ll take you out for your steak dinner after this.”

“No no no a nice one.” I smiled. “Of course. A nice steak dinner. I promise.” I sighed in relief. “You know you’re my favorite person, right?” I chuckled. “Yeah I know.” He smiled. “But you could’ve at least worn me not to wear jeans.” I gave him a small frown. “I’m sorry about that.” He reached over and opened the door. We walked out and started walking to the venue. “You do look very handsome though.” I smiled at him. “Enserio?” He laughed. “Gracias, but it’s too late to be buttering me up. There better be an open bar.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What? I’m looking for the perks. Seeing your ex boyfriend is definitely not a perk, but free food.. bars.. are always a prize.” He stopped walking suddenly and glanced down at me. “If we’re gonna do this, we need to make it look real so.. hold out your hand, please.” I held up my hand and he grabbed my favorite ring. “What are you doing?” I asked him “I’m moving your ring to your wedding ring finger and will talk about how romantic my proposal was last week and I’m thinking somewhere exotic like uh.. like a Buenos Aires somewhere - ”

“What about Disney?” I cut him off. He gave me a look and chuckled. “You seriously want to say Disney World?” I smiled at him. “Yeah, why not? It can be romantic.” 

“Fine, I proposed at Disney World.” He chuckled. “In front of the castle and everybody was crying with joy. Whatever you want, princesa.” He held onto my hand. “Let’s go.” We made our way inside the building. It was filled with so many faces. Some recognizable as I have already met some of his family before we split. “I will hold your hand and you just try to look like you want to be here. Fair deal?”

I nodded as we made our way to one side of the room. People were dancing and chatting amongst themselves. I looked up at him and realized that he looks a little tense. “Are you happy to be here with me?” I asked as I placed y hand o his arm. He just chuckled. “Of course I’m happy to be here with you. You just get me into the craziest situations sometimes.” He joked. 

“Remember that night that you - ” He stopped as his focus was suddenly somewhere else. “Oh wait, your ex is coming our way. Remember, we’re the perfect happy couple with Disney magic, apparently.” He held onto my hand as Sebastián made his way to us. “Hey guys.” He smiled. “Hola! Congratulations on tying the knot and thank you for the invite. It really means a lot to us that you wanted us here.” Christopher responded. He glanced at me and chuckled. “Hey, (Y/N).” I gave him a smile. “Hey Sebastián.” 

“So, where’s your so called “boyfriend”, hmm?” He glanced at the two of us. “Couldn’t make it or something?” Chris grinned. “Her boyfriend? She didn’t tell you?” He looked confused for a second. “Tell me what?” He glared at the both of us and placed his hands on his waist. “We got together a few months after you uh.. yeah. I just realized I was in love with her and I couldn’t almost let her get away from me again. I just adore her so much.”

He leaned in and kissed my cheek. My face must’ve been so red at that moment. Calm down, (Y/N). It’s… all for show. He leaned closer to my ear and whispered. “He looks annoyed that we’re happy. I swear you’re a terrible influence on me. I’m bragging at his wedding.” He pulled away all too soon and turned his attention back to him. 

“Sorry, I was just asking her if we could share our news with you or whether it be inappropriate, being your wedding day and all.” He just shook his head and glared at me. “No, by all means. Tell me, I’m interested.” Oh here we go. This ought to be interesting. “I just can’t wait to tell everybody that we’ve made it official! We’ve only just returned from our holiday when I asked her to marry me. Isn’t that amazing?” He held up my hand and showed him the ring on my wedding finger. “He proposed in Disney World, in front of the castle.” I smiled. “Really?” He asked. 

“Yes what she said, in uh Disney. It’s always been her dream for that to happen, right?” He brought my hand up to his lips and placed a kiss. “I’m so.. happy for you guys.” He smiled. “Uh congratulations.” 

“Well, whatever mi prometido wants, I try to make it happen. She deserves to be happy. I want her to know how much I love her..” He looked down at me and had a small smile on his face. If only he knew how much I loved him back. He cleared his throat and broke our eye contact. “Yes, sorry of course you must have other guests to welcome. Sorry about that. She’s just so perfect. I just sometimes get lost in my thoughts when I look at her.”

Sebastián just nodded. “I’m uh happy for you guys. I should get going. Lot’s of people are coming in so..” Chris gave a short wave. “Well, I hope you have a good night. Congrats again, we hope you have a great honeymoon.” He walked away and I felt like I could breathe again. I noticed a slow song started playing and couples slowly made their way to the dance floor. 

“Gracias a Díos that he’s gone. He doesn’t get any more interesting, does he?” I laughed. “I guess not.” Since my hand was already in his, he pulled me closer to him and started walking. “C’mon, let’s dance.” I stopped in my steps and shook my head. “Oh no, I’m fine really.” He raised his eyebrow and smiled. “I know you love this song. I can see you taping your foot. It’ll be fun.” 

“Chris, I..” He walked closer to me, seeing as I wasn’t going to move any further. “I know you say you’re a terrible dancer, but if I put my hands here..” He placed his hands on my waist. “And you wrap your arms around here..” and grabbed my wrists and placed them around the back of his neck. We were now chest to chest. I want to stay in this moment with him forever. “Just sway a little and uh haha I’ll do the rest, okay?”

We started to sway back and forth, eyes locking onto each other. “I know I’m talking a lot. I always do when I get nervous.” He’s nervous? “Why are you nervous?” I asked him. “I.. I guess it’s the pressure.” Not fully believing him, I just nodded. “Sure, Chris. It’s just the pressure.” He shook his head, a smile forming onto his lips. “Alright alright I just feel like.. I don’t know.. I didn’t realize how much I’ve wanted to say that you you for years.”

“Say what?” He twirled me around and brought me back close to his body. I felt him get a little tense. “Uh.. t - to say that.. to say that I’m..” He took a deep breath. “To say that I’m in love with you.” I just stared at him in awe. He’s.. in love with me? How.. I didn’t.. I never knew he felt the same. “I don’t.. I don’t want to make things awkward.” Coming back to earth, I asked him. “How long have you felt this way about me?”

He sighed and thought for a moment. “God, how long have we been friends? Since we were six, right?” Since we were kids.. oh my God. “Since that moment we met.” Our dancing became more slower as he continued to confess to me. “Every bad relationship you’ve had and heartbreak you’ve suffered through, I just wanted to tell you I wouldn’t treat you like that because I am in love with you. But you’d always thank me for being your best friend and.. you know, I couldn’t tell you then.”

“Why are you telling me now?” He frowned, and his gaze shifted between my eyes and my lips. “I’m only telling you now because I can’t keep acting like I’m not dying to kiss you when your lips pucker because you’re trying to concentrate.” One of his hands traveled up my body to play with a stand of my hair. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t want to wrap my arms around you when your back is turned or that I don’t lie awake at night wondering what it would be like to wake up next to you and be there when you open your eyes and smile at me.”

I can’t believe this is happening to me right now. He’s in love with me… he’s in love with me! “Um.. ahh I can.. I can get a cab home. I realized how awkward this must be for you.” 

“Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?” He mumbled to himself. Why can’t I bring myself to say anything? Speak up (Y/N)! “Look I.. I understand if you want me to leave you alone for a while so you can figure how to turn me down without feeling guilty or whatever I..”

“I love you too.” I said. He stared at me, shock written all over his face. “What? Uh.. say - say that again.” He chuckled. I played with the back of his hair and smiled at him. “I.. I love you too.” He grabbed one of my hands and held onto it. “But you never said anything.” 

“Did you?” I retorted back at him. “Touché, I guess I didn’t either.” I could no longer hear the music playing in the background, for my attention was solely in him and only him. “Please don’t leave me.” I mumbled, afraid he didn’t hear me, but he did. “I’m not - I’m not going anywhere. I promise I won’t leave you alone at a wedding.”

“That’s sweet, but I wasn’t quite talking about that..”

“Oh, you meant not to leave you alone to.. think things through, right. Well I.. um promise I won’t do that either.” It felt like we were the only two people in the room. Nothing else mattered but this moment here in time. “So what now?” I asked. “Well, we don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. We can go get ice cream and talk things through. I guess there’s a lot we never said to each other.” 

“But, we only just got here.” I told him. “Yes, I know we only got here like.. however many minutes ago. Well, how about we dance until the end of this song? You’re not such a bad dancer after all, mi amol.” I blushed as he leaned in and kissed my cheek, as he did earlier. “Te ves preciosa esta noche, mi corazón. I should have said that to you earlier. You could outshine the bride if we stay longer, so we better be kind and go before we ruin her evening.” He chuckled. He’s such a sweet talker sometimes. I looked at the ring and started to move it back to its original place. He notice and grabbed my hand. 

“No uh.. keep it on. I like seeing it and thinking about our imaginary Disney engagement. I wonder if Mickey and Minnie were there?” He joked. I pushed him away from me, laughing. “Of course they were.” I smiled at him. He glanced down at the ring and placed a kiss on top of it. “One day.. one day I’ll get you a real one. I promise, but that’s a conversation to have some other time.” A future with Chris is something I can’t wait for.

“Now, let’s go. We can do the love story stereotype and split a sundae.”

“No, I won’t be able to get any because you always eat most of it!” We both laughed. “Alright, we can get two so you don’t miss out on ice cream, geez. This is why I’m in love with you. You think of all the little things.” I bit my lip as the song ended. We started to make our way out of the building as I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. “Can you please say that again?”

“Say what again? I love you?” I nodded, wanting to hear it come from his sweet lips again. “I’ll say it to you so often, you’ll get tired of hearing it.” He laughed. “I don’t care because it’s from you.” We both stopped in our tracks as he turned to fully face me. I can’t believe I get to call him mine. 

“I love you.. more than anything or anybody and I mean it nena.”

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[zigtheeortega]

day 10: memories | zig x mc

pairing: zig x mc

@choicesfebruarychallenge​ | @bi-cookie​ ; @cxld-play​

word count: 826

author’s note: this takes place sometime during the freshman! i haven’t finished the whole series so i know it takes a little longer for mc to meet zigs family, but i thought i’d just go ahead and make it a part of the story :) also - my dad made caldo de pollo for me on chilly & sick days, so it’s a comfort food for me. hope u enjoy! lmao also gif completely unrelated i just wanted something cute to add before the fic!

“No, it’s no problem at all Mom. You all keep watching the movie, and we’ll start dinner,” Zig called from the entrance of the kitchen.

He turned to her, rolling his eyes. “I know they’re a lot, but you gotta love ‘em, huh?”

She smiled, and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. “Of course I love your family. I mean, your mom made you after all.”

He winced. “Maybe you shouldn’t bring up my mom making me. Not a great mental picture.”

He walked over to the cupboard underneath the stove and pulled out a cutting board. “You down for cutting while I prep everything?”

“Yeah, of course. What are we making?” She said curiously, taking the board from him and searching the drawers for a knife.

“Caldo de pollo,” he said, the name rolling off of his tongue. “It’s basically chicken soup but way better.” He grabbed veggies from the fridge and began washing them in the sink.

“Yummy. I didn’t know you could cook,” she said, clearing a spot at the counter to make room for her cutting station.

“Yeah, I had to make this a lot when Mom was working. Or when it was cold. Or when my sisters were sick. You get the point. I know it like the back of my hand,” he smiled, before plopping the vegetables in front of her.

“You cut these, and I’ll start prepping the soup,” he said, kissing her cheek.

“Aye aye captain,” she said, saluting at him with the sharp knife in her hand. 

“Be careful, babe,” he laughed, before turning to the soup. She watched as he filled the pot with water, expertly spicing it before adding the chicken. “I’ll let this simmer for a bit. Here, let me help you.”

He stood behind her, placing his hands on hers, guiding her hands through the zucchini.

She revelled in the warmth of his touch, the smallest contact between them igniting a fire within her. Being in love with Zig was a rejuvenating experience. Love coursed through very physical embrace, no matter how small.

He helped her cut through carrots, and soon enough, he had complete control of the knife. She had turned to hug him, nuzzling her face in his neck, the only sound between them their breathing and the soft tap of the knife against the wood.

“You’re kind of a control freak in the kitchen,” she said matter of factly, kissing his jaw.

“I guess you could say that. I hope I didn’t make you feel bad,” he said, dropping the knife and wrapping his arms around her, pressing his lips to her hair. “This just means a lot to me, being in the kitchen at home again.”

She nodded, letting him continue.

“It feels like one of the only things I’m really in control of,” he said softly, and began plucking cilantro from the stems, her arms still wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Zig…” she trailed off, and turned to help him destem the cilantro. “Everything is looking up, babe. You’re a Hartfeld student now,” she said. “No one can take that away from you.”

“I know, but I can’t help but feel like it could be taken away from me at any time. Kind of like it was when I first got offers,” he shrugged, and grabbed an ear of corn, walking towards the trash can.

“I’m just clinging to the good memories right now,” he said, and shucked the ear of corn with precision. “I don’t know what’s going to happen, or where my life is going, but I’m trying to remember what good times I had to keep my head up, you know?”

She picked up an ear of coin and joined him. “Yeah, I know. Does this count as one of your good kitchen memories?”

He laughed. “Hmm, I don’t know… It might be my best kitchen,” he said, leaning in to plant a kiss on her forehead.

They shucked the corn in silence for a few seconds, before she broke it with an earnest affirmation.

“I know you’re worried about the worst case scenario, but I think you should be appreciative,” she said, peeling the silk from the rows of kernels. “If you spend time worrying, you’ll blink and all the good times will be behind you because you were too fixated on the possibilities. And you might just be so focused on the old memories that you let new ones slip through your hands.”

He took the corn from her and pressed a kiss on her lips, deep but sweet. “You’re so right. It’s moments like these that make me wonder why I’m even worried in the first place.” He tossed the veggies into the pot. “I love you so much, baby.”

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