#my silly little emo duck

[lowlightsahead]

Skrunkly Aku appreciation post. One day I will eat him.

[physicalee-tired]

It’s time… STARDEW VALLEY TK HEADCANONS!!

I’m not gonna lie to you… it’s just the bachelors lmao. Anyways~

So Shane right? Dad bod? Dad bod. And everyone knows his squishy tummy is also so so sensitive to raspberries it’s not even (it totally is) funny. He shrieks if you blow even a small one.

However unless you are his s/o or a really close friend you’re gonna get your shit rocked if you even poke him in a sensitive spot 😭. The only exception being Jas who has totally tried waking him up with tickles before. Granted he nearly threw her off the first time but he caught himself and just curled into a ball.

Dr. Harvey has insane Luigi energy. It’s probably been said before but I can’t help myself he’s Luigi coded 💀. Anyways, ticklish ears.

if someone tries to be discreet and whisper something to him he will make a silly “haauggg”-ish noise before ducking away and giggling slightly. He’ll apologize and blush slightly at how unprofessional that was and continue albeit with a lot more distance between himself and the other person

Alex… one part of me thinks his toxic masculinity makes him think being ticklish is weak and childish while the other part of me thinks he’s touch starved/never really knew a gentle touch and therefore likes it but refuses to admit it and instead uses it to tease and playfully bully others. Y’know what, both.

y’know how when you try to tickle someone and the second your hands get too close to their armpits they clamp up immediately? That’s Alex. And no matter how much you tease “You know my hands are just trapped here right? This isn’t gonna help you~” he will just stay that way until he winds up on the floor silently laughing because A) he physically is unable to move his arms up and B) He’s too stubborn to admit defeat.

That being said he would totally ask his s/o (or extremely close friend) to help him “train” the ticklishness out of him… although it’s also an excuse to be tickled.

To my Elliot fans… I’m sorry I can’t think of anything really, I’m gonna be real honest with you I almost completely forgot about him 💀.

The closest to an idea for Elliot I can get is that he has no problems gently tickling his s/o but he cannot stand getting tickled because it makes him feel unrefined 😭.

Sam. Oh this sweet sweet golden retriever has total switch energy. If it wasn’t for my weakness for Emo boys I would have married this Vash the Stampede look alike.

Anyways, the man has mad switch energy and since he has a little brother he totally knows that tickling can be a weapon. That being said if he learned its a reward for you it’s even better. Sam plays guitar so he by default is good with his hands… take that as you will.

Honestly his feet are his worst spot which is unfortunate since Sam not only loves to sleep but is a messy sleeper. Which means one foot will usually always be hanging outside his blanket which is just perfect in case Vincent wants to be a little shit and sit on his brothers legs and wake him up that way. Unlike Shane, Sam has no restraint and has kicked Vincent off the bed.

I saved the best for last. Sebastian my beloved. My Emo king 😭.

First things first, he doesn’t like being tickled… or so you think. Giving him a playful poke to his ribs will make him jump and turn to glare at you before rubbing the spot soothingly. However if you do it again he just tries not to react until he’s just quietly holding himself and covering his mouth to muffle his silly little giggling. Then it hits you he hasn’t told you to stop once.

He works on his motorcycle and that takes some strength and skill therefore, like Sam, he’s also good with his hands… his hands are also always cold although he doesn’t feel it.

While I think his back is a really bad spot he reacts the same way if you tickle him really gently anywhere.

(Also this is mostly thirst but his tummy is very smooth and perfect for just gently tracing shapes with your nails or pressing little butterfly kisses °//w//°. He doesn’t mind either he just giggles into his hoodie and tries not to squirm too much)

[riprenn]

ateez as kindgom hearts characters - a silly thread!

mingi as axel

tough on the outside but a depressed softie emo nerd 

secretly in love with that cute blonde puppy boy

actually it’s not that big of a secret he’s looking at him like he’s his whole world, would die for him in a heartbeat

sea salt ice cream is his love language  

he’s hot but also weird

yunho as roxas

puppy energy but actually pretty tough 

chaotic and funny 

always eats the ice cream the tall hottie brings him 

everyone knows he’s gay except himself

“we’re just friends hahaha omg that’s my bro”

“oh he died for me in a battle? hahaha that’s what bros do”

jongho as riku

acts like the oldest but is a baby inside

tough and strong 

just needs a hug tbh but never asks for it 

everyone always asks where’s riku, but never how’s riku 🙁

“I will destroy the fucking world and get an heartless an- oh yeah a hug from san will do to”

everyone wakes up with a little identity crisis right

seonghwa as aqua

too pretty to look at like fr get a grip 

but would actually whoop ur ass big time 

would I say thank you? ofc I would 

mommy of the group 

their pronouns are girl/boss

yeosang as moogle 

so cute but selling dangerous war weapons is his business 

gets underestimated because he squishy  

don’t ruffle his pom-pom, kupo

weird little creature get back into my pocket

the chances of him using his own weapons at night to come for you are low, but never zero

wooyoung as vanitas 

so fucking sassy 

actually a villain but he’s hot so who careeees

oh you want to kill me? if that’s what you say when you want to kiss and cuddle nowadays

if you would pull up his helmet and kiss his nose he would blush and giggle 

but also try to kill you with his sword afterwards 

black cat energy

san as sora

friendship is the blood that ruins through his veins 

you have a broken leg? friendship will fix it bro 

he’s saving the world but he just wants a forehead kissy 

“ofc donald duck and goofy are helping you save the world, whatever you say babyboy”  

sleeps with plushies at night, kills heartless at daytime

hongjoong as saix

looks intimidating 

is intimidating most of the time 

wants to kiss a pretty boy but forced to rebel against society and the world as a whole 

leader energy 

joining an organization with 99% pretty boys in it? I know what you are 

having that small waist for what? 

sexy dilf energy

[sadtrashking]

HEY!! actually wrote these all out u can tell where i started going off of mostly appearance for these because i only really know a few qsmp characters help obviously not everyone but uhm. swagever (sorry for sending it to inbox it was too big to fit in the comments on that other post)

Tubbo: Groyvle (Frozen in time/Time related things. Looks like how I imagine her, I like the idea of him not being a fully evolved mon I think it oddly fits her)

Spreen: Hisuian Typhloshion!!!!! (Guy who is like darker colors and the ghost typing is such a cool like. hint towards his tragic fate of fucking dying. Plus works well with Fit and Ramon being normal types)

DanTDM: Shiny Sceptile (works mostly with my specific QSMP dragon lore but TLDR is that Tubbo and Dan are really similar genetics wise and look almost identical, but Dan's fully evolved while Tubbo hasn't really mastered it yet hence. Shiny Sceptile (which is more blue so its fitting)

Bad: Yveltal (Death vulture thing, Dark Type, God-related status, Immortal)

Jaiden: I know the obvious choice is like Chatot but. I like to think she'd be an Archeops I feel like she'd be a raptor of some kind and Archeops is like both that and a parrot it feels made for her…. SHE'D HAVE HER NORMAL COLORS THOUGH I THINK

Pac: Shiny Dusk Form Lycanrock: I like to think Q!Pac is some kind of shiba hybrid so he's GOTTA be a dog and Shiny Dusk Lycanrock is the EXACT colors

Fit: Ursaring because like. Look at it that's just him

Cellbit: Meowscarada this is another appearance based one but I REALLYYY like Meowscarada Cellbit its fun to me.

Baghera: KILOWATTRELLLLLL i dont think any of the ducks fit her and I fucking LOVEEEE kilowattrel i think it's a really fun choice for her

Roier: Midnight Lycanrock I like to think Roier is an African Wild Dog and I think it makes this guy fit him! Plus he's red and emo which is fitting i think

Foolish: Palafin! I don't wanna give him Sharpedo because i think it'd be a bit too silly, and Garchomp is for Leo, so Palafin!! Works well with me imagining him as a Sawshark anyways…

Phil: Honchkrow. IT LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE HIMMM ITS SUCH A GOOD MON FOR HIM hes not corviknight because thats my c!phil headcanon plus i feel like q!phil's less intimidating

Missa: Alolan Marowak i know next to nothing about this guy but. dude's an alolan marowak

Cucurucho: BLOOD MOON URSALUNA THIS FUCKERS SUCH A URSALUNA its a big intimidating bear that's face is mostly obscured and doesn't really display much emotion raaaagh its so fitting

Fred: Beartic because blue polar bear but GOD i love ur pangoro idea thats so fun

(Eggs)

Sunny: Cosmog because i loveeee the idea that shes gonna turn into a solgaleo its so funny to me. groyvle dad with a metal sun lion god following him around PLUS COSMOG FITS HER IN LIKE A LOVING SPARKLY THINGS WAY… made of stars

Dapper: Zweilous (I think a lot of the eggs have evolved atp) Fits bad's dark typing! Little guy!!! Little guy with no eyes!!!!

Ramon: Drampa. Mustache dragon thanggggggggg also the idea of this baby dragon being a grampa is really funny

Pomme: DIPPLINNNNNN make that girl into a hydrapple to match dapper becoming a hydreigon eventually. the hydra sisters :fire: ALSO DIPPLIN IS REALLY CUTE i dont particularly care for flapple and appletun feels too like. lazy? for pomme? idk

Richas: Craniados!!!!!! The way people draw Richas reminds me SOOOO much of a pachycephalosaur so I gave him the pachycephalosaur pokemom!!!

Chayanne: FRAXUREEEE haxorus is SUCHHH a chay pokemon to me i think its the yellow. i like to think he's the first to evolve due to being the oldest :3

Tallulah: Swablu: I've always associated the altaria line with music and Tallulah with music so!!!!!

Flippa: Goomy. u'll never fucking guess why

Leo: GABITEEEEEE its a shark dragon its MADEEEE for her honestly

Bobby: Bagon because I feel like it mirrors Jaiden's whole thing with flying in a really sad way

I FUCKING LOVE THEESE. God I love pokemon aus so much they're so fun. And sw on the just appearance ones because they work too. Pac and sunny are probably my favorites from this list

[tutumydear]

My western zodiac assignments for the Main Gang, based on personal experience:

Duck:

Pisces. Cute, very, very cute. Absorbs emotional energies of those around her. Can get lost in the problems of others if not careful. Their love is selfless and unconditional. Emotionally intelligent. Makes others feel comfortable and at ease, so they often lend an ear. Massive daydreamer, switches in-and-out between planes of thought. Huge heart and prone to romanticizing. A little flighty, intentional or not, and silly. Can be susceptible to wallowing in self-pity and self-loathing. Will burn themselves before risking hurting you. Needs relationships that reinforce their strength and confidence.

Mytho:

Aquarius. Humanitarian heart, will fill your cup and carry your burdens. More concerned with bigger, systematic conflicts rather than personal ones. Hopeful and future-oriented. Creative, innovative, and quick-witted. Natural leaders. They always seem to know exactly what to do and say. Can come across as aloof and unfeeling, but they have a deep love for the world at large. Their emotions aren’t often put on display, so they can be difficult to read. Internalizes their feelings so as not to impose on others. Obsessive about those they love, but afraid of being vulnerable. Can be susceptible to having a savior complex due to their willingness to sacrifice. Slight ego and quiet condescension.

Rue:

Taurus. Very slow moving in all respects. Requires security and stability, highly resistant to change. Known to be stubborn in their thinking. Craves steadfast and reliable love. Fosters relationships slowly and carefully, with intention. Loyal to a fault. Prefers not to emote dramatically, so they seem more grounded than most. Heavily Venusian-influenced, appreciates all things beautiful and sensual. Tied to earthly desires and comforts, like food and art. Can be competitive with others, generally-speaking, and controlling/possessive in relationships. Their stubbornness allows them to hold grudges longer than necessary.

Fakir:

Scorpio. Black emo chains blood wilted roses dark side of the moon you won’t like me when I’m angry suffering suffering torment suffering

[antique-ring]

Macaque x reader Part 3

(Gender neutral reader)

Warnings? Non

He certainly didn’t feel the need to tie you up, but to simply have his tail wrapped around you nearly all times. If needed to do something, but needed you to stay, he would summon one of his shadows to do it instead. I mean, you did tell him you were only a delivery person, no martial arts training or anything.

From what you could tell he was getting ready to be underwater. You only knew that because he got you a diving suit… was he planning on dragging you everywhere? You honestly expected him to leave you in his little bunker with video games while he tried to kill your friends.

It’s not that you don’t care about him killing your friends, it’s just weird to bring your hostage everywhere you go. Did you even know how to swim? You took lessons when you were six but then your parents never took you near a body of water after that. Like do you even remember how? Shoot, are you gonna die?

He’s like immortal or something right? At least the great sage is, this guy might. Maybe he’s forgotten how fragile regular people are? That part stresses you out more that anything.

You kept to yourself in the corner for a while, he had some lego so you were playing with those. Fun fact, did you know the plural or lego is “lego,”kinda like deer and deer.

“Soooo.” You finally spoke up, after finishing you masterpiece. It kinda… looked like a duck, but art is subjective.

“Sooooo?” He replied, mimicking you.

“So like, are we swimming anytime soon? Cause like, it looks like you’re gathering stuff to do that.”

He turned his head to you and laughed. "Wonder what gave it away." "Shawty, I know you're being sarcastic and whatever... But Like..." He laughed at the nickname, he knew it wasn't anything serious but it made him oddly happy. You did seem to notice by his tail wagging.

He coughed, trying to regain his composure . He didn't fool you though.

" Your friends are heading to an ancient underwater city. I'm pretty sure mortals like you will drown. "

Why in all of us the west would he take you, his prisoner, along while he was on a murder mission? That seems like so much work. like the possibility of you escaping or getting rescued is extremely high, like dang, Is he stupid?

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just leave me here?” You questioned. Not like you wanted to remain a hostage but you’re too curious about this now.

He shrugged, “I can’t have you running away when I’m out. My shadows will disappear when I get too far away.” You weren’t sure if you believed him on that, but you didn’t think he had any reason to lie. FUCK!

MR.MONKEY MAN SIR SUSSY WUSSY EMO MONKEY MONKEY MAN.

“Anyway, I need to run and get dinner don’t go anywhere.” He let out a wide smile and hummed as he left. Well… you looked at his little shadow clone, they didn’t talk so they aren’t the best company. You start playing with lego because what else were you to do?

You were playing with catapult with this specific set and flung a bolder. “Shit.” You realized you had hit the mechanism a little too hard and the plastic bolder rolls across the room. The shadow monkey was sure to keep you in place, still, you tried to get reach over to get it.

Leaning closer and closer, adjusting your body some more, more and more leaning… you got it? Shouldn’t the-? You looked over to see the shadow monkey gone. “Macaque?” You let out, your voice echoed through the building. “Did he get out of range?”

What to do now that you weren’t confined to the corner?

………

SHIT THE DOOR!

You ran over to the slab of metal on the wall and to your surprise, opened it? “Silly monkey man.” You muttered to yourself.

But, the new problem was that you were in the middle of nowhere. IN THE MIDDLE OF OF THE OCEAN? Great, great.

You sigh in defeat and close the door to go back to your spot on the floor with Lego. But the scuba gear sitting on the table seemed awfully convenient now... Too Convenient You have come to the conclusion that Macaque wasn't that smart... You threw all of the gear on, doing several test to make sure everything was hooked up correctly. You slammed the door back open to look at the vast waters in front of you, It was honestly terrifying; not as terrifying as Lady Bone Demon though.

Doing a few breathing exercises beforehand, you finally plunge into the water. You looked around to see if you could find an area where the land rises, hoping to at least find an island. But no! You see the broken ship you were practically thrown off of!

Hi sorry It took me so long to get the next part out! Life has been crazy. I graduated trade school and moved within a two week time span. But I'll try to update as much as I can. Thank you for the support on the last two parts and thank you for being patient with me! <3

[mlobsters]

supernatural s8e16 remember the titans (w. daniel loflin)

hint of leg, gasp

i've seen this painting before

why does this wackadoodle war room thing have a sink in it? other than give the ability to have dean walk in on sam hiding being sick

appreciate all the angles so we can set the extent of the set. she's fancy

DEAN So, no word from Cas, Kevin's taking his sweet little time, and you're acting cagey. We need a lead before I start climbing these walls.

scraping at the bottom of my brainpan to remember when we last saw cas and if we're reconciled or still mad

you're lookin extra pretty today, padalecki. i like the shorter side bang action

bird ate the liver ha ha so it is indeed gonna be a thing, okay

SAM Could be looking for a witch, yeah. You know what? He's parked here. He's safe. Maybe we should just get another room until we can figure this out. DEAN All right, but you're the one going full-cavity for the hex bag.

excuse me what

SAM Well, that's not – never mind. Um…We need to think. Dean, what do we know of that has Jason Bourne fighting skills, dies a lot, and has a history with violent women? DEAN I don't know – you?

all right that was pretty great. i'll take it!

before dean answered my thoughts were the old guard

first one because it's a pretty shot. second and third, dean with the death glare at the family

DEAN Okay, so who is this guy? SAM Best I can tell? Prometheus.

LOL okay. so *literally* prometheus

SAM I'm guessing Artemis, Zeus' daughter. She's been known to carry around weapons like that dagger. They're nasty. They'll kill Immortals dead.

need to add that one to the collection. this is silly

DEAN Wait. I'm sorry. You just discovered that you have a seven-year-old son, and you want to walk away?

jealous/projecting much

okay so i thought i knew her voice, she was in the replacements! big soft spot for football and football movies and this one doesn't age well (replacement players aka our heroes are scabs) however if you take that aspect away, it's sweet and funny and there was a line by gene hackman in it that was such a good visual for my perpetual anxiety

Jimmy McGinty: Like a duck on the pond. On the surface everything looks calm, but beneath the water those little feet are churning a mile a minute.

the replacements (2000) brooke langton as annabelle farrell

now i have soft feelings for this rando lady because of it lol

i really think being a fan of teen wolf was good preparation for these later seasons of supernatural. plot that makes me roll my eyes regularly, no problem. it's no ~75 year old computer behind a wall in someone's fancy lake house being the only thing keeping a hit list of supernatural creatures active

handy they had a magic trap for a god.

*nodding sagely* yes, longbow of diana, of course

SAM You know… I'm starting to think maybe I was being naive. DEAN What are you talking about? SAM When I said that I could just will myself into coming out of these trials unscathed. DEAN No, no, no. Stop with the sullen emo crap, all right? That's – you're not gonna die like Prometheus. SAM How do you know, Dean? Bobby, Rufus, now Prometheus – you think any of them chose death? No. The life chose for them. DEAN Yeah, well, you promised, okay? You promised to live a long, Clark Griswold life full of prostate exams and colonoscopies, all right? You're not welshing on that deal, not on my watch. If you die, it's gonna be because of something normal.

i don't understand the leap of logic to dying like prometheus but okay we're talking, that's always good. now would also be the time to say hey by the way i'm coughing up/spitting up blood

also dean, why don't you have to promise to live a long life (oh right because you won't)

DEAN Cas, you got your ears on? Listen, you know I am not one for praying, 'cause in my book it's... it's the same as begging. But this is about Sam, so I need you to hear me. We are going into this deal blind... and I don't know what's ahead or what it's gonna bring for Sam. Now, he's covering pretty good, but I know that he is hurting, and this one was supposed to be on me. So, for all that we've been through, I'm asking you... you keep a lookout for my little brother, okay? Where the hell are you, man?

💔okay so i'm glad dean is aware that sam's hiding that he's in pain/sick/whatever and just isn't pushing him on it. pullin out the little brother again so soon

(insert joke about dean begging here)

something about this mushy music has me feeling twilight or hunger games and i'm not sure which. ugh. bella's lullaby / rue's music (but that doesn't even have piano but it does have that plucked acoustic guitar like day before yesterday's s8e14 princess bride-esque music)

fucking fine, i listened to this again and the music is making me twitchy. why is it ringing this bell??? it's the little melody at the end around 30 seconds left. is it a theme used elsewhere in this show? is it just too similar to something else i'm thinking of? motherFUCKER. the score on this show is generally is such a nothingburger that it's in one ear and out the other for me.

[marscomet]

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[haunted-house-heart]

1, 2, & 17 for the ssks :3

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)?

oh ho boy.

noah czerny (the raven cycle)

carlos the scientist (wtnv)

taako taaco and lup taaco (taz balance)

duck newton (taz amnesty)

rita [redacted] (juno steel/the penumbra podcast)

nico di angelo (pjo) ((no matter how many years go by i'll always love this silly little emo)) (((my first gay character my beloved)))

wylan hendricks (six of crows)

janus sanders (sanders sides)

gwaine (merlin)

also shoutout to charles, my favorite stuffie, who is arguably the Most comfort character of all time. he's an evil villain >:3

2. lighter or matches?

lighter!

17. are you farsighted or nearsighted?

both, actually! i have astigmatism; i'm farsighted in one eye and nearsighted in the other. the end result is that without my glasses my vision doesn't line up properly and it's like you took two of the same image and overlapped them with one just behind the other, like a glitchy effect. it's rather headache inducing

[gaitwae]

Whispers •||• Loki x Reader

Summary: You fall asleep to try and quell your stress, but nightmares only make your night worse. Impulsively, you do the only thing you can do.

Rating: PG for nightmares and initial angst. Fluff ending. I originally started drafting this around December. Uh. Here it is. Probably explains the bad mood board and the different formatting.

Tags: @make-me-imagine​ @thorfanficwriter​ @bwemph​ @myraiswack​ @rorybutnotgilmore​ @loki-snape-our-hero​ @wolfish-trickster​ @lucywrites02​ @mostly-marvel-musings​ @winterfrostsarmy​ @superheroesandstardust​ @castiels-majestic-wings​ @geekns​ @natandersonnla​ @cozy-the-overlord​ @megthemewlingquim​ @frostedgiant​ @whatafuckingdumbass​ @thebookbakery​ @delightfulheartdream​ @twhiddlestonsstuff​ @lokistan​ @the-emo-asgardian​ @amwolowicz​ @itscomplicatedx​ @sophlubbwriting​

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“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice snarled, sharp-tongued and voilent. Long fingers gripped at your shoulders, turning you about, left and right, left and right. “What do you think you’re doing, loving a man who doesn’t care about you?” You felt your throat squeeze up. The voice laughed at your displeasure, clawing its hands down your neck to your shoulders once more, then at your waist. “What a fool you are, Y/N... he wouldn’t even remember you passing.”

“Let me go,” you asked, your own words quivering in comparison to the feral tone that growled in your ear. There was a dark chuckle, almost a real laugh, and the claws released you. Instead, the floor beneath you swiveled, causing you to face your attacker... your nightmare. His face was hidden in the darkness of your dreamscape.

“Are my whispers too real for you, darling?” the voice asked, the smile audible now. This figure was mocking you, now. “Then perhaps you should just... wake up, shouldn’t you? Wake up, silly girl.” With a howl, a crow of shrill laughter, he stepped into your vision, pushing you back against a wall. His breath smelled like tea and blood. His teeth gleamed in a dark, sickening sliver of light. “Who do I look like?” he asked you.

He pulled back, suddenly visible to you now. Your eyes wouldn’t look away. You couldn’t stop staring at his face. The face. The face was what scared you the most.

Loki’s face.

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You sat up with your heart racing faster than it ever had before. You felt like your chest would explode; tears raced down your face as you tried to catch your breath and calm your heart down. You needed something different, tonight. You hated yourself for even thinking it, but you needed a blanket... or a stuffed animal.... or someone’s arms. You needed something to hold onto. You felt so alone, here in the dark.

You hadn’t ever felt so unsafe in your own room before.

What had come over you?

“I hate this,” you mumbled. “I can’t believe I’m dreaming about him, again.” You shook your head, sniffing once or twice. Your hands were clammy. If your hair was long enough for it, it had been wetted by your tears. Your pillow had stains. Something about the reminder that Loki wasn’t human hurt you.

Why? It was the truth. You knew he wasn’t a good fit for you. You always knew. Yet, somehow, you couldn’t help the tearing heart beneath your breastbone. 

There was a soft knock on your door. “Y/N,” a female voice came. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah, Nat,” you called. “I’m fine, now. You can come in.” You didn’t want her to come in right away, but your mouth was moving faster than your brain. All your wants had been concentrated on keeping this nightmare to yourself. 

Whispers of forgotten affections, whispers of stupid dreams that would never come to be were in your ear as you sat, gazing at your hands while Natasha came in and sat down on your bed. You rested against your friend.

“I heard screaming,” she whispered. She rubbed your arms gently. “I thought something had happened to you.”

“I had another dream about... about him,” you said, angry at yourself for admitting it. “I don’t know why I have nightmares about someone I love.”

“He’s pretty intimidating, I’ll give you that,” Natasha said, now putting her hands through your hair. “Why wouldn’t you be afraid of him? I mean, he threw Tony out a window one time.”

You laughed gently, her joke making you feel better. “Tony’s terrifying when he’s pissed off, yeah.” You were glad she didn’t say anything about you being a strong woman. Usually, out of everything you’d read online, strong women didn’t need to be afraid of anyone. For once, you were glad you could be intimidated by a person you admired rather than being too strong to be “scared of a man’s opinion.” 

It wasn’t like that. 

Loki wasn’t like that.

“You just have to figure out how to ignore the whispers in the back of your head, baby.” Nat set a hand on your arm comfortingly. She squeezed, the tension you held in your body leaving as your best friend stayed next to you.

You held your head in your hands. “I’m trying. I really am, but...”

“You had a nightmare. You should get him to comfort you. Get over the nightmare and win him over,” Natasha suggested. “I’d stay with you but --”

“But you’ve got to go,” you filled in. You sighed, nodding with understanding. “Steve taking you?”

“We’re going to see a midnight film. It’s romantic, I think.” She shrugged. “I’ll be back around two am.” She kissed your head. “If you need me to stay, I’ll cancel. Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay. Okay, just go.” You swallowed. “I’ll try my best.” 

+-+-- 

“Loki?” a small voice came from the door. The god squeezed his eyes shut tightly, but sat up anyway.

“Y/N, do you have any idea what time it is, sweetheart? Are you cold? I can assure you,” he chuckled, lifting his legs off the bed, “solving that problem won’t be easy.” He balanced himself, then opened the door to see his dear little mortal. He stopped when his eyes adjusted.

Y/N was crying. 

“What in the Nine Realms...?” Loki scooped you up. “My dearest heart, what in the world could be on your mind? Has someone hurt you? Are you sick? Shall I go out and buy you something?” He pet your hair. He was trying his best not to fret. He hadn’t heard any continous shouting, no walls breaking, and no gunshots. But... now that he thought about it... “Why do you cry?”

“I had a nightmare,” you murmured. “It’s stupid, but I wanted to see you... Nat came in when she heard me.”

“What was the nightmare?” he asked, crawling into bed with you. “No nightmare is stupid.” 

You explained the horrors to him, and he patiently listened. He wiped your tears and stroked your cheek. 

“I see,” he hummed. “You see me as... what?” He was trying to keep his cool. He didn’t want to react the wrong way. Nightmares could be of anyone and anything; the dark whispers in one’s mind didn’t necessarily mean you thought of any person as evil. 

“You weren’t you,” you said. “Something was trying to look like you and convince me that I... I was wasting my time...” You ducked your head. You didn’t meet his gaze.

“Wasting your time?” he repeated.

It took you a while to answer. Loki was patient. “Because I’m in love with you.”

“You were scared because you’re in love with me?” he smiled, then laughed gently. Sleep was filling both your voices. You stopped crying. “Dearest, I thought we already knew our feelings for each other.”

“...you knew?”

“Of course, I knew. What kind of sweetheart would I be if I didn’t know? Have I done a bad job showing my affections?” His eyebrows drew together. “I’ll fix that.”

“No, I just... Humans don’t always exchange hugs and kisses and cuddling when they’re in love. Sometimes, it’s the need for physical contact, and I didn’t know if we were just... a thing... or if you wanted me to say something.”

“You silly humans!” he sighed. He kissed your cheek, your forehead. “I love you. There. Now, fret no more. I’ll battle your nightmares away.” He wrapped his arms around you. “Sleep. I’ll whisper lullabies in your ears as you drift.”

[musicallisto]

FIRST OF ALL - congrats on 900! Your blog is moving so fast and it's what you deserve. You are so literally the most talent, kind, and hilarious person on this hellsite, Clara. You deserve it all. Anyway, I'm going to avoid getting too sappy and instead hit you with one of these bad boys - ✒️ for my man Kuwei Yul-Bo. I just think he's neat, and your Crows content is amazing. Your Dregs playlists live rent free in my mind. Don't burn yourself out, Clara!

Olive, if you keep covering me in undeserved praise, I will combust, and this is not an idle threat. Thank you so much - the feeling is entirely mutual 💜

𓅆 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 (𝐤𝐮𝐰𝐞𝐢 𝐲𝐮𝐥-𝐛𝐨)

song: the maine - bad behavior | 𝄞

author notes: this is not what the song is about at all lmfao, but it's the idea that hit me. the song gives me "happy montage of friends getting up to mischief in a coming of age movie" vibes, and I tried to replicate that. mostly, I think we forget that kuwei was sixteen (SIXTEEN!!) during the events of soc/ck, and he would most definitely be up to some shenanigans. the boy has too much brains and too much evil potential not to put them to good use. this kind of diverted to a wylan pov but kuwei is still the instigator of this whole mess, so I hope it's okay!

features: no reader & platonic. kuwei getting up to no good with wylan. me tackling kaz for being a Brooding Emo but that's just my love language.

"𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆?"

It is a criminal offense in seven parts of Ketterdam to approach Kaz Brekker's possessions, but only a madman would dare to tamper with his coffee pot in the morning. Kuwei might not have been with the gang very long, but Wylan figured he had gathered as much — the boss's unpredictable moodiness is his most striking feature.

"Just a little joke. A Shu custom."

Kuwei, holding a vial in one hand and Kaz's kettle in the other, is elbow-deep in a pickle that Wylan wants to have no business with at all. But a little demon of curiosity — and maybe concern, too — pulls at his heartstrings.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Just a bit of arsenic. He'll be fine."

"What?! Have you gone mad?"

"Just bored. Now shush."

Expert hands pour the contents of the flask in the kettle, shielding it from Wylan's view; the young boy might not be the most alert in the morning, but he knows how terrible of an outcome this silly little prank might have. Kuwei, on the other hand, is detached as ever, with no worry nor doubt clouding his striking features; only the detached assurance of a skilled Inferni.

"Do you want to murder Kaz?"

"No, just teach him a little lesson. He thinks he's so unattainable, so high and mighty. Well, he's gonna see just the extent of his weakness."

"If he catches wind of this —"

"He won't. As long as the coffee is black like his soul, he'll gulp it down," he growls under his breath, rolling his eyes. "Besides, I'll just frame you. Who else could have gotten hold of arsenic?"

If Wylan's delicate features could turn paler than on waking, they would. Kuwei's childishnesses will get them both killed, he swears; but an inexplicable thrill rises in his chest, and he keeps quiet.

"He's coming. Duck."

They cower flat against the wall of an adjacent room, invisible but seeing; Wylan breath hitches in his throat as Kaz steps into the empty kitchen of the Crow House, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn. Kuwei, beside him, is level-headed as ever. Terrifying. A blessing that he is on their side.

Movements hazy like in a dream, Kaz pours himself a generous cup of coffee, dark as an abyss, and Kuwei hardly bites back the snicker that swells his mouth. He is terribly predictable. Boring, almost. And this is what they call the monster of the Barrel?

A sleepy boy with disheveled hair, who chokes on his drink like a resounding thunder until tears well up in his charcoal eyes?

"Oh, the poor old man. It went down the wrong pipe."

"This could kill him! You are a monster!"

"No, I already told you. I'm bored to death."

Kaz ferociously pats his chest as his coughing fit continues, and his face catches a skeletal palor; Wylan tenses in the dark of the pantry. One of them is not making it out alive of this misadventure, and he feels like it's Kuwei who will get the last laugh.

Laugh that he no longer hears, by the way. Wylan turns around, extends a hand to reach out in the darkness. Nothing. No trace of Kuwei in their unfortunate hideout. The young merchling bites back a swear at the same moment as Kaz spits one through hissed teeth. If he makes it out alive, he will hunt Kuwei down and rub that arsenic of his all over his golden, snickering face.

But Wylan has no time to plot his revenge further. A dark figure, tall and looming like a black tower, stands over him, eyes throwing somber darts, lips twitched in a scowl.

"Good morning, Kaz?"

"I bet you think yourself very funny."

Wylan grits his teeth, tentatively smiles — a smile to die for, Jesper tells him often, a smile that could melt glaciers and incite the most wicked of men to make amends. And the most wicked of men, standing right before him in a black tornado of humiliation... lets out a weary sigh and stomps out of the kitchen, muttering under his breath.

"The things I do for this town, and this is the thanks I get?"

Wylan, stunned for a moment, steps out of his dark cave long after Kaz has left, although he would jump out of a corner of the room and strike him with his cane. He takes a few tentative steps toward the counter, where Kaz's mug lies discarded. Cautiously, he picks it up, brings the beverage to his nose, takes a sniff.

Oh, he'd know the smell of arsenic anywhere, and it's not this rich scent of sweet cocoa.

And he, too, would know the smell of sugar anywhere.

A smile creeps upon his lips, until he can't take it anymore, and dissolves into giggles, a little bit of nervous relief, and a lot of bewildered amusement. Maybe he won't hunt down Kuwei, all things considered.

It is, after all, him, redoubtable Grisha, master Inferni, wanted by all to the confines of the True Sea, who almost killed Kaz Brekker, the monster of the Barrel and Ketterdam's bastard child, with a spoonful of sugar in his morning coffee.

tagging; @fives-cup-of-coffee @softeninglooks (all my writing) @sassyscribbler (six of crows)

[michellewritesthings]

I Wanna See Some Smiles

Word Count: 2,227

A/N: I feel like I haven’t posted a damn thing in years. But this request came from the beautiful @mindpalacegigglebug Thank you so so much for this request, my love. (ILYSM 🤍) I couldn’t help but sit down for a good 3 hours and perfect this lovely storyline. Enjoy! ~Michelle 🤍

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It had been days since Remus decided to introduce himself so graciously to Thomas… or it was in Remus’ opinion. For the first two days, it consisted of Logan calming Roman down from his anger at the entire situation and how he wasn’t there to get rid of his brother, Logan and Roman helping Patton eat properly because he kept puking just thinking of the things Remus was saying and doing, and Logan, Roman and Patton left wondering where Virgil was. For the first two days, Virgil barricaded himself in his room. He didn’t want to confront the emotions he knew the others would want to talk to him about since he wasn’t fond of them anyway. He decided it was best for everyone if he just went away for a while. By day 4, the other 3 Sides felt much better. They accepted the fact that yes, even though Remus was very unpleasant, he was still an essential Side of Thomas. There’s no getting around that fact. But they also started to get worried. Where was Virgil? Why hasn’t he been outside for the past 4 days? What was running through his mind since he was anxiety after all? Is he okay? All 3 Sides were sitting downstairs trying to figure out what to do about Virgil.

“I’m starting to get scared. I can’t imagine what Virgil has been feeling since the other day…” Patton took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes in frustration. Nothing close to anger, more of a ‘I have no clue what to do or how to do it, someone help me!’ frustration.

“He’s most likely to be confused, angry. He mostly feels like he’s failed Thomas.” Logan explained, sitting back on the couch.

“How so?” Roman asked. If anything HE should be the one feeling like he’s failed Thomas. That’s his brother after all and he had made no mention of him before and he most definitely didn’t want Thomas to find out the way he did.

“Well he stated to Thomas that he thought he could, quote on quote ‘protect’ Thomas from finding out about his Dark Sides. But clearly he is unable to do that. Thomas was bound to find out about them sometime.” Logan adjusted his tie, something he did whenever he was anxious himself.

“Well then what are we supposed to do about that, Teach? We can’t change his feelings. They’re valid but they’re completely silly!” Roman crossed his arms and shook his head.

“Roman, be nice.” Patton reprimanded. Roman lowered his arms, slightly feeling ashamed at his little outburst.

“I’m sorry but there’s no reason why he should feel like he failed Thomas.” Roman slumped in his seat. They all sat there wondering what they could do to at least get him out of the room.

“I’ll go get him.” Patton stood up. Logan and Roman looked a bit worried.

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna try and get him to my room. In and out. I’ll be back, kiddos.” With that, Patton made his way upstairs and in front of Virgil’s bedroom. Out of politeness, Patton knocked gently.

“Virgil? Hey, kiddo. It’s Patton.” He waited for a response. He heard mumbling. Something along the lines of ‘no one’s here.’ But Patton was persistent. He wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

“Virgil, I just want to talk. It doesn’t have to be long. Can I come in? Please?” The politeness and tone in his voice was always something he could never say no to. He snapped his fingers and his door unlocked, signaling to Patton he could walk in. Patton slowly made his way into the room and closed the door. That’s what Virgil liked anyway, complete privacy. Patton saw Virgil on his bed with his face buried in his pillow under the covers. He could tell by the way some of his hair stuck out. He looked like he’d been in that position for a while, with the exception of getting up for hygienic purposes and eating. Patton smiled softly and sat on his bed. He laid a hand on Virgil’s back.

“Are you alright, kiddo?” Patton asked. He knew what Virgil’s answer would be before he said it.

“Fine.”

Patton sighed and tried a different approach. Straightforward.

“Virgil, do you trust me?” Virgil’s body went stiff. He always hated intense questions like that but since it was coming from Patton, someone he knew that would never hurt or judge him, he once again couldn’t say no. A simple nod of the head was Virgil’s answer to Patton.

“Do you believe in any way, shape or form that I would do anything to disrespect you?”

Virgil shook his head. That made Patton smile.

“Alrighty. So I’ll ask again: Are you alright?” Virgil didn’t answer for a minute. Then he grew the courage to shake his head again. Patton nodded.

“Hey. Can you come out of there please?” Patton tugged on the blanket. Virgil only moved the blanket down as much as he could so his eyes, or the view of Virgil’s eyes that Patton could see behind his bangs, met his. Patton ducked down and smiled.

“Almost.” Patton took his pointer finger and pushed Virgil’s bangs away from his eyes.

“Hey, there you are.” He saw Virgil’s shoulders move up once. He laughed. That made Patton feel better.

“Well first thing’s first. You know I can’t be in here too long. Would you like to move to my room for a bit? You won’t change.” Virgil shook his head.

“Didn’t you say you trusted me, Virge?” Virgil nodded.

“Well I have a bed in there, along with a blanket. You can get back in this position over there. Please?” 5 minutes past. Virgil slowly got up and both Sides made their way to the parental Side’s room. As promised, Virgil was allowed to go back into the hiding position he was in, in his own bed. But being in Patton’s room made him feel a little less… shitty.

“Now. What’s running through that pretty little emo head of yours, hm?” Patton asked, getting straight to the point. Virgil shrugged.

“I’m gonna need some words here, kiddo.” Patton rubbed Virgil’s back. Virgil sighed.

“I don’t know…” he said softly. Oh how Patton missed the sound of Virgil’s voice, even if it did sound sad.

“You wanna know something?” Patton smiled, Virgil looked up at him.

“I think you do know. I think you know exactly what’s running through your mind but you’re just too nervous to talk about what’s running through your mind because you think people are going to judge you for having emotions even though you know that’s far from the case. That about cover it?” Virgil was amazed at how well Patton knew him.

“Yeah…” Patton smiled at Virgil’s honesty.

“Well let me tell you something, mister. You have a family now. And families don’t judge each other because they have feelings they need to work through. And we must definitely won’t judge you because of the feelings you have that Remus’ visit gave you.” Patton saw Virgil’s eyes widen and he shook his head.

“Relax. He isn’t here. And I know that’s why you’ve locked yourself in that room for the past couple of days. You don’t want to talk about Remus and you don’t have to. None of us do. But what we would like you to talk about is your feelings on the matter. Even if it’s just with me. You know, holding back your feelings isn’t good.” Patton explained. Virgil moved the blanket down to reveal his entire face. Patton’s smile became bigger.

“There you are.” Virgil gave him the tiniest of smiles.

“Did anything I said make sense, Virge?”

“Yeah. I’m just scared I guess. Anytime he comes around, it just jumbles my brain and makes my skin crawl. I don’t know. But can we talk about it together later?” Patton nodded quickly.

“Of course we can. There’s no rush at all, kiddo.” Virgil nodded. But Patton missed his smile.

“But you’re still down in the dumps, my friend. I wanna see some smiles. Hand ‘em over, please.” Patton waved his hand towards himself. Virgil whined.

“Aw Pat, c’mon it’s been a long couple days…” Patton shook his head.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, mister. Either you give me a smile or I’ll pry one out of you. So let’s see it.” Patton warned. Virgil gave him the fakest smile Patton had ever seen. Virgil then pulled the blanket over his body more and turned it away from Patton. Patton hoped he would do that. He smirked to himself.

“Fine then. Have it your way, kiddo~.” Patton jumped on the back of Virgil’s thighs and placed his thumbs in between Virgil’s back 5th and 6th ribs and let his other fingers place themselves on the space around those two ribs. Patton knew everyone’s specific spots. After all, he was the Mind Palace Tickle Monster. He felt Virgil tense up.

“Pahatton… dohohon’t you dare…” Virgil warned, already letting some giggles slip through. This made Patton want to keep going.

“You chose your fate, Virgil~. Now you must suffer the consequences.” With that, Patton added pressure to his thumbs and let his other fingers dig into Virgil’s other ribs, but he kept those thumbs secure surprisingly well.

“PATTON NOHOHOHO!!” Virgil started squirming. Patton bent down to Virgil’s ear, a death spot of Virgil’s.

“Patton yes~!!” He added a few tickly kisses to Virgil’s ear, as he bathed in all the laughter Virgil provided him with. He still couldn’t see Virgil’s smile since he was still under the blanket.

“I wanna see that smile now, Gigglebug!” Patton switched to the other ear and Virgil flinched and a blush appeared onto his face.

“BAHAHAHACK OFF, PAT!!” Virgil tried to bring his hands behind him and push Patton’s arms away, but in the position he was in, on his stomach, that was only wishful thinking.

“I will once I see that smile~!” Virgil didn’t give him an answer other than more squirming thanks to all of Patton’s teasing. Patton was waiting for this moment.

“Welp. You’ve made your bed, Virgil. Now, you must lay in it.” Patton sat back up and stopped his fingers from moving. Only to add even more pressure to his thumbs in the spaces of Virgil’s ribs and dig into it with the tips of his finger tips. Virgil let out a noise that could only be described as… nevermind. Patton couldn’t pinpoint what to describe the noise Virgil just made, but it did satisfy him.

“PAHAHAHAHATTON!! NOHOHOHOT THERE!! DAHAHAMNIT!!” Virgil’s squirming became harder, Patton felt like he was on a ride.

“VIRGIL! Language! Don’t make me get my thumbs on those hips!” Patton scolded. All of a sudden, Virgil turned on his side for 2 reasons: 1. To get Patton off of him and 2. To have an excuse for Patton to do as he said and attack his hips. Patton wasn’t an idiot. Especially when he was in a ler mood. He noticed and focused on everything. He knew Virgil and why he did that. He wanted to laugh, he needed to laugh. After the past couple of days they’ve had, he most definitely needed to laugh.

“Ah… I see. You want me to get those hips of yours, huh~?” Patton asked, giving Virgil a break. Virgil’s blush darkened. He shyly nodded. Patton ran his fingers through Virgil’s hair to help him calm down.

“Ask~.” Virgil’s eyes popped out of his head.

“WHAT?!”

“You heard me~. Ask the Tickle Monster for hip tickles, V~. Then you can get alllll the hip tickles your emo heart desires.” Patton booped Virgil’s nose. He guessed Virgil was more worn out than he thought because he complied unusually quickly.

“...can I get hip tickles?” He mumbled. Patton wouldn’t be as evil as to make him speak up or anything. He knew this was to help Virgil feel better, not an actual tickle session.

“Of course you can get hip tickles, Virge.” Patton laid his thumbs onto Virgil’s hips, right above the bone. Patton was always very specific as to where he placed his fingers during a wrecking. It makes for even more fun!

“You can get… ALL THE HIP TICKLES!” Patton rapidly dug his thumbs into Virgil’s hips while expertly holding them down with the palms of his hands to keep Virgil from bucking.

“OH GOHOHOD!!”

“Don’t be embarrassed, kiddo! At least we both get what we want today! I get to see your precious smile, and you get tickles! It’s a win-win situation!” Patton finished off that statement with a deep, hard and long raspberry to the center of Virgil’s stomach. Virgil screamed. He was always an easy target for raspberries.

After another couple of minutes of torture, in Virgil’s opinion, Patton backed off of Virgil, as promised and sat next to him. His back leaning on his headboard.

“Feel better?” Virgil smiled up at Patton and nodded after he had calmed down and regulated his breathing. He then hesitantly laid his head on Patton’s lap. Patton was to screech from preciousness. He brought his hand back to his hair again and watched as Virgil’s eyes began to fall down.

“Thanks, Patton.” Virgil said shyly. Patton kissed the top of his head.

“You’re so very welcome, kiddo.”

[patton-cake]

No thoughts- head gay

@katlikethesword Happy birthday Kat!! @irritating-lady-knight and I wrote this as your birthday present!!! We hope you enjoy it! We love you so much Kitty Kat! You're just always so precious and kind and I could go on forever. You're amazing Kat! Take all our love and affection

Pairing: prinxiety

Summary: Roman is precious and Virgil definitely isn't simping, no that would be ridiculous he would never simp for his roommate

"Ro? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in class? Don't tell me that you're skipping your silly theater thing for me"

Virgil gently hit Roman's arm and started walking next to him. Their footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

"Pff don't flatter yourself too much finding emo. Class got cancelled, some dude tried to recreate the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. He broke 3 ribs."

Roman let out a muffled laugh and handed his friend some oreos

"Want one? I was bored so decided to stop for a snack"

"Thanks princey, you always know how to find your way into my heart"

Virgil rolled his eyes but softly smiled as he accepted the food. They ate in comfortable silence and made their way out of the school building.

"Uh Virge? You don't happen to have an umbrella do you?"

He looked up from his phone and saw the rain falling down from the sky

"What's the matter prince charming? Afraid of water? Afraid that it might ruin your hair?"

Roman glared at him before shoving Virgil outside.

"Go on sunshine, let's see how long your makeup will last in the rain"

"How mature of you Ro, afraid to go first? Well come on then! Go follow mother duck. I will protect you my little duckling"

Virgil pulled Roman into the rain and started to walk very proudly, arms linked with Roman.

"Okay, if this is how you want to play this V, then you need to carry me on your back. This poor little duckling needs to be carried!"

Roman pouted and dramatically leaned his full weight against Virgil, who started at him with an annoyed face. But unfortunately for himself, Virgil was way to competitive to give up now.

"Bring it on ugly duckling"

"Auch that one hurts V, that one hurts"

And that's how Virgil ended up giving Roman a piggyback ride all the way to their apartment. When they finally arrived, they both were completely soaked.

"Thank you my noble horse for carrying me to my palace!"

"I thought I was mama duck?"

Roman laughed and opened the door to their apartment

"Nah a horse suits you better"

Virgil rolled his eyes and dropped his backpack on their apartment floor.

"Whatever makes you happy Romano, I'm gonna shower, please don't burn the house down."

Roman sputtered out a complaining noice as Virgil walked up stairs

"THAT HAPPENED ONE TIME"

After Virgil was down showering, he walked downstairs and put on a movie. He heard Roman serenading himself under the shower and chuckled softly. When he finally heard Roman's footsteps, he looked up and his heart stopped for a second

"Is that my hoodie?"

A soft red blush spread over both of their cheeks

"Uh- yeay- I was really cold a-and your hoodies always look so soft and warm, but I can put it back if you want me to!"

"Keep it"

Roman awkwardly sat down next to him

"You want me to keep it? Are you sure?"

Virgil looked at him with a soft look in his eyes,

"Yeay, it looks better on you anyway"

He didn't think that Roman's face could turn more red, it almost matched his annoyingly adorable sweater that he was wearing. No Virgil, no more gay thoughts for today, he had already reached his limits. He just had to focus on the movie they were watching.

"Wait a minute, are you complementing me Virge? Awww you don't hate me!"

Virgil almost believed Roman's confident voice if it wasn't for the blush that still burned bright red on his cheeks

"I take it back, you're the worst"

After this, it didn’t take very long for the two of them to fall back in their familiar rhythm, Virgil grumbling about plot holes, Roman criticizing the choices of the main characters- both jostling each other while fighting to eat as much popcorn as possible before the other could take ‘more than their fair share’. Slowly their comments and arguments and movement died off, though, and they truly became invested in the plot.

After two and a half movies, a sunset, a frantic call from Logan, and 4 cups of cocoa, Virgil had settled into his corner of the couch, warmth pooled in his belly and a blanket pulled to his chin. Roman had decided that it was too much work to actually get up and put on socks, so he’d tucked his ice cold feet under Virgil’s thighs and flopped dramatically across the rest of the couch, mumbling about Virgil’s abundant heat that he insisted on taking advantage of. Selfish fucker. Virgil didn’t know why he continued to deal with him. Most certainly not because he’d grown fond of him, god forbid. Motherfucker. Getting attached

. This is why he didn’t want a roommate freshman year. But as he watched Roman mouthing lines right alongside Jack, he was unable to smother a fond smile, shaking his head in disgust at himself.

“V.”

He grunted in response, looking up from his thoughts to see Roman standing in front of him, Sally frozen on screen. “Mug.”

Virgil pressed his mug into Roman’s hands and nudged his shin with a gentle foot in thanks, shifting to turtle further into his nest of blankets. A few minutes later Roman returned, mugs filled to the brim with steamy cocoa, Roman’s piled high with marshmallows and whipped cream.

“Move over.” Roman demanded, sitting down right beside him, their thighs pressed together. Virgil was wide awake.

“I- move? I’m pressed up against the side, dipshit. There is nowhere else for me to move!” Virgil pushed at him gently, but Roman only made a soft noise in response, carefully putting his mug in Virgil’s hands, the latter spluttering in offense. “The f-” He cut himself off with a grunt of surprise as his roommate flopped against him, pressing his cheek flat against Virgil’s arm.

“My dude???” Virgil squirmed until Roman sighed dramatically and shifted again, until Virgil was sitting up, two mugs balanced precariously in his hands, and Roman was pressed up against his side, feet once again tucked beneath his roommate’s thighs.

“I’m staying here, don’t complain or I’m spilling your cocoa on you. You are a human heater and I am visibly shivering, don’t be selfish and share.” Roman stated firmly, snuggling back against Virgil’s shoulder before pressing play.

Virgil.exe has stopped working. Press any button on your keyboard to restart.

Roman smelled like lemon and sandalwood. Virgil didn’t know what sandalwood was, but Roman smelled like it. His hair was still slightly damp from his shower, and it was soft and gentle against Virgil’s neck. He was lying when he said that he was cold, he was a nice sort of warm that Virgil melted into on contact, and couldn’t convince himself to move away from. Not that he wanted to. Except he did. He was no simp. He refused. Patton was a simp. Virgil was no simp. Absolutely not.

Except..

No.

Virgil. No.

Stop.

If you-

But he did.

Virgil quietly scolded himself and shook his head. It was time to focus on the movie, he shouldn't think about Roman or Roman's stupidly perfect face. No. He wouldn't think of that.

He almost found himself focusing back on the movie, but of course, Roman had to make it more difficult. Virgil felt a soft breath in his neck and saw that his friend had closed his eyes, his chest moving in a steady rhythm. He looked absolutely perfect. Okay, Virgil allowed that one gay thought, it was simply a fact and Logan had always told him that you can't argue with facts.

The movie. Virgil had to focus on the movie. He just had pretend that Roman was not there! That his hair didn't tickle Virgil's face. That shouldn't be that difficult right?

"..V..?"

Shit

Roman's voice was soft and Virgil lost his mind again

"Yeay Ro?"

His voice didn't squeak, it didn't . Virgil fought against his urges to kiss Roman's perfectly soft lips and to keep him here forever, laying on their couch. That sounded perfect to Virgil.

"Did you know that you're really hot Virge?"

The urges kept getting stronger and Virgil swallowed, trying not to squeak again

"Another heating pad joke? You're repeating yourself Ro"

"I didn't mean it in that way"

And with that he placed a soft kiss on Virgil's cheek before laying back down, closing his eyes again.

From that moment on Virgil was certain of two things.

One: He failed his gay thoughts rule

And two: He would risk absolutely everything for his roommate.

[fan-art-ic]

By Chance | DT Secret Santa 2020

A writing gift for @zestyquetzalcoatl who requested a fic with Gladstone and Donald getting along and use of Paperinik for the @ducktalessecretsanta2020 event! Despite how the rockiness of everything that’s happening, I hoped I conveyed that they care about each other. Even moreso, I hope you enjoy this!

Posted on archiveofourown here

Summer, 1999

Gladstone and Fethry’s parents wanted to go on a wine tour through Calisota, so the two of them were dumped on Scrooge McDuck, their barely related ‘uncle’. However, since Scrooge had taken in Della and Donald as his wards, the geezer had become a bit more approachable, a tad more indulgent of his young family. Part of that was giving in when Della asked her uncle to let her cousins stay with them for a couple of weeks during the summer.

Gladstone considers Fethry more brother than cousin given how often their parents had the other family over. Fethry is a good kid, silly but reliable. Della is whip-sharp with all the subtlety of a rocket, but she’s the only one who can prank Gladstone without his luck saving him. It’s unfortunate for his wardrobe, but it makes seeing her so much fun. Donald…

He’s easy to rile up, is all Gladstone can really say. Or is it? That certainly hadn’t been the case earlier.

Scrooge was stuck in meetings the whole afternoon of their first day in Duckburg, so Della and Donald showed their cousins around town. While walking around, they passed an electronics store with a window filled with televisions tuned to the same channel. On the screens was a Kiwi, the name Angus Fergus - Channel 00 visible on the subtitle banner. The breaking news headline was DUCK AVENGER: ENEMY OR FOE?

Gladstone laughed. “Enemy or foe? What kind of question is that?” He watched briefly as a news clip of a dark duck-shaped figure jumped a fence. His cousins stopped so he wouldn’t be left behind and turned to face him.

Donald frowned, saying, “It’s not a question.”

Della jumped in at that point. “That’s the top reporter on the Duck Avenger,” and as she said the name, she moved her voice up and down and wiggled her fingers. Gladstone and Fethry laughed at her antics, and Donald’s shoulders hitched up.

“Top reporter?” Donald scoffed. “The Duck Avenger is only a menace to those who need menacing, and that reporter is a joke. He can’t even write a byline.”

“Do you even know what a byline is?” Gladstone joked and Donald started to grow red. Della jeered at her brother and Fethry mimicked her. Donald’s face darkened.

“Yeah, didn’t you fail that English test, Don?” Della brought Donald in for a noogie, but he escaped it easily. He nearly swung at her, but stopped mid-way, grimacing.

“You okay, Donald?” Fethry asked.

Gladstone watched as Donald looked at the groups of people walking past them on the sidewalk before blowing his emo-long bangs out of his eyes with faked nonchalance. The duck rolled his shoulder and all he said was, “I got clipped by some ninny on a unicycle earlier. Don’t worry about it.”

“A unicycle?” Gladstone and Fethry questioned at once, but were steamrolled by Della’s reply.

“Wow, Don, if a unicycle can take you out you better let me take point on the next adventure,” Della laughed. She then tacked on, “Do you wanna put an ice pack on it back at home?”

“Nah, let’s just keep walking. That new arcade Funzo’s is a few blocks away,” Donald brushed Della off.

While going to Funzo’s had been awesome, especially because Gladstone tried the Big Bass wheel and won the 10,000 tickets (and he played the claw machine, successfully grabbing a toy each time), Gladstone feels...

There’s this niggling emotion in his chest, and as Gladstone tosses and turns in his bed, he can’t help but wonder if there is something wrong with Donald.

Gladstone huffs and drags his luxurious pillow down his face. “This is stupid,” he tells the dark of his temporary room. He flops onto his side and pulls the down comforter over his head. Underneath the blanket, it is pitch black and with each exhale it becomes stuffier and hotter and more unbearable.

He bursts out and pushes the comforter away. Gladstone grimaces and closes his eyes. He opens them and then sits up, grabbing his pillow and pummelling it a few times. He lays it and then himself back down. Sighing, he closes his eyes again.

“Argh!” Gladstone gripes out loud and he beats his fist into the mattress. Why couldn’t he go to sleep? “This sucks.”

This is fine, though. He’ll just drink some water and then fall right asleep like a baby. That’s it, right, his luck won’t let him go to sleep because he’s dehydrated, no problemo-

He turns to the nightstand, where no matter Gladstone stays there is always a glass of water, there’s no glass of water.

“Seriously?” Gladstone squawks at his luck. “Seriously?”

He sighs heavily and glances at the door. “I guess I’ll just go get my own water.” Luckily, by the door are a pair of shamrock green slippers. Gladstone shrugs his bathrobe over his pajamas and finds the slippers to be exceedingly soft when he slides them on.

The door opens quietly on oiled hinges, and Gladstone slowly makes his way out of the guest wing of the mansion to the main steps. He’s certain there are closer stairs that would take him to the kitchen, but he’s yet to learn them. He could probably ask Della or Donald about it tomorrow. He passes by a suit of knight’s armor and the moonlight pouring in from the windows glints off the poleaxe menacingly.

Gladstone shivers and shuffles faster. He can’t imagine living in such a creepy place with creepy things all year. Would make him bananas. All these magical artifacts and mystic doodads must be at least half responsible for Scrooge’s weird habits, Gladstone thinks and then laughs at his own thoughts.

“I’m hilarious,” he says out loud and definitely doesn’t startle when a hushed wailing emanates from a collection of strangely-shaped clay. He shivers again, “Eugh.” Soon he’s at the main stairs and not a single step groans as Gladstone walks down.

A sharp creak snaps through the still air.

He freezes on the stair landing and he looks toward the sound. Towards the steps on the other side of the landing that lead to the west wing of the house, where he was told Scrooge, Della, and Donald’s bedrooms are somewhere located. Gladstone grimaces. On one hand, it’s probably nothing, just some treasure acting up a bit how that pottery had. On the other hand…

Gladstone can’t help but imagine his cousins and their uncle in trouble and somehow unable to yell for help, that creak being the sole sound to alert anyone, and Gladstone had just happened to be nearby to hear it. His hands fiddle with the bathrobe tie, and his head swings to look back-and-forth between the ground floor, just down the steps, and the other side of the mansion, up the steps.

“That didn’t happen, I didn’t hear anything,” Gladstone murmurs to himself.

Thud.

Gladstone glares incredulously. That sound was so soft and distant, but he undeniably heard something thud in the house. Right after he said...nope, no more tempting fate, Gladstone decides. He turns to walk down the stairs, but as soon as his foot touches the first step, he hears another creak. Gladstone huffs and the moment his other foot touches the next step, there is...

Nothing. He didn’t hear anything. That’s good, right?

Gladstone makes it halfway across the foyer before he whips around and races up the stairs. He speed-walks down the hall of the opposite wing, feeling silly as he cups his hands to his ears. He hopes he hears something. He hopes he hears nothing.

There! A muffled yelp pierced the still air and was cut off not even a second later, but Gladstone had heard it. He stops in his tracks, and as luck would have it, he’s in front of a branching off hallway. Gladstone sees a few doors down it, but the main one that draws his attention is wrapped all around in bright yellow CAUTION tape. As he reluctantly walks closer, Gladstone spots a tiny boat sticker on the door jamb.

He nearly sweat drops. Gladstone loves his cousin, but he knows it’d be tempting fate to knock on the temperamental teenager’s door in the middle of the night. And what would Gladstone have to say for himself, that he was worried? That there were some weird sounds that scared him? He’d be very lucky if the only thing that happens is Donald waking up, telling him he heard some spooky artefact, and closing the door in his face.

Oh wait, it slowly dawns on the teenager. He is that lucky! He’s incredibly lucky every single day, why would this be any different? All he needs to do is knock, lay his fears to rest, go to bed, and lay himself to rest. Everything will be fine. He'll go back to sleep and the sun will rise and everything will be fine. Gladstone sucks in a deep breath and exhales in a whoosh. He knocks four times, just enough force to catch attention if Donald is awake, but not raucous enough to wake him. A muffled curse filters through the door. Gladstone frowns and folds his arms awkwardly. The door opens a few inches to reveal the sleep-squinting eyes of his cousin.

“Gladstone?”

He laughs weakly. “Ah! Donald, just the duck I wanted to see…” Gladstone means to say more, but is distracted by the dark shadows under Donald’s eyes. Or, more, around the eyes…?

“Did you need something?” asks Donald. His eyes are looking away from Gladstone’s, and his fingertips around the door are flecked darkly.

Gladstone blue screens for a second before finding some words to say, “I was wondering if you knew anything about the pottery near my room! Such fascinating pieces of, uh, artwork.”

The door shuts without answer and the goose scrambles. “Wait! No, I uh, I actually was, I’m worried,” he stammers out, and the door opens back up, a little more than before. Success. If only it wasn’t at the sacrifice of his dignity. “You see, they’re really freaky, and were making some weird moaning wailing noises? And I just couldn’t get to sleep!” Gladstone grins bashfully. The door opens fully, and there stands Donald, rumpled and grumbly but definitely awake.

“Move to a different room tonight. Tell Uncle Scrooge in the morning about it, he’ll give them a lecture,” Donald advises him, actually more helpful than Gladstone thought he would be. “Go back to sleep, Glad.”

“Well, uh, sounds good,” Gladstone says. The door begins to shut and Gladstone blurts out, “Why are you wearing boots in the middle of the night?” He had barely noticed them at first, but now it’s striking him as super weird.

Donald squawks. His eyes flick down and then back up to meet Gladstone’s. His cousin goes to slam shut his bedroom door, but before it closes Gladstone shoves his hand in between and blocks it. He hisses loudly in pain and Donald’s eyes go wide. The door reopens and Donald starts to reach out to Gladstone, who’s withdrawn the injured hand and stuffed it in his mouth to muffle his yelps, but then the duck aborts the gesture. When Gladstone finally lets go of his bruised hand, Donald flicks the side of his beak.

“Idiot,” he rasps. “Don’t put your stupid hand in the door.”

Gladstone declines to respond because with the door open more, he has a better view of his cousin. Donald’s feathers are badly ruffled, his tee-shirt oddly bulky on him like he’s wearing something big underneath, his black boots dirty and scuffed. Now, Gladstone can tell that his eyes aren’t swollen with only a lack of sleep but also with bruising.

He whistles lowly. “That’s a hell of a shiner, Don.” His cousin’s shoulders jump to his ears and he snarls at Gladstone.

“Shut up! You didn’t see any of this!” Donald stands taller and moves to block Gladstone’s view of the room, but Gladstone uses that to push him out of the way and walk in. As he walks by, he spies a thick piece of blue fabric spilling out the back of Donald’s shirt. He quickly reaches out and grabs it, pulling it closer to inspect. It has more weight to it than Gladstone expected and the underside is a deep coal black.

“Is this a cape?”

Donald whirls around to face him, and man, oh man has Gladstone messed up. If looks could kill Gladstone would be worm food. The duck’s shoulders start to shake and Gladstone can practically see steam whistling out his ears. Oh man.

“Get out of my room! You didn’t see anything! GET OUT-” Donald’s volume exponentially rises and Gladstone rushes to clamp the duck’s bill shut before he grows loud enough to wake up everyone else. Donald shakes in his grasp for a few seconds but regains his calm quickly enough that Gladstone feels somewhat certain he won’t start yelling again. Donald breathes heavily and with a dark look at Gladstone, he turns his back on him and stalks over to his bed. “Get out of my room,” his cousin orders, pulling his blanket over his head. As if that would be enough to dissuade a curious (not scared!) gander. Gladstone eyes the haphazard mess around the room. Piles of clothes, overflowing trash, an open window letting in an unusually cold summer draft. He shivers. Then he looks closer at the window.

Dark, two-toned smudges litter the windowsill. The floor below the window is oddly clear of any mess in a rough circle. Gladstone knows for a fact that there is a climbable trellis right outside Donald’s window. Della had pointed it out during his and Fethry’s first tour of the manor grounds, bemoaning the fact that lame straight-lace Donald got a sneak-out-able window and she didn’t.

Gladstone had laughed then, but now he was severely doubting the idea that Donald never snuck out.

“Donald? Is this…” Gladstone walks closer to the window and bends over. He picks up something small and black, rough in texture and sort of sticky. Spread out in his hands, he can see it’s a domino mask like the ones comic book superheroes wear. His trailing off must have been telling because after a few seconds Donald forcefully tumbles out of bed and snatches the mask from Gladstone’s hands.

“It’s for a school play,” Donald says harshly before shoving him towards the door. “Get out of my room.”

“Is this blood?” Gladstone asks as he stares at the reddish residue on his fingertips. “Donald, I want an explanation.”

“Yeah, well I want a thousand dollars, and you don’t see me getting it,” the duck says brusquely.

“Do you want a thousand dollars? I can give you it.” It wouldn’t even make a dent in his savings with how his parents make him deposit all the twenty-dollar bills he finds and cash prizes from sweepstakes he unwittingly wins.

Donald’s feathers fluff out a bit, and Gladstone realizes that was the wrong thing to say. “I, uh, well I mean, are you okay?”

His cousin gives him a disbelieving look and pauses in his attempts to push Gladstone out. The goose notices a small patch of darkened feathers on the side of Donald’s head. He reaches out to poke it. “You’re hurt?”

Donald bats his hand aside. “Just leave, Gladstone. Forget all this and I’ll let you get away with as many jokes as you want tomorrow.”

Tempting. Very tempting, in fact. For a second, Gladstone wavers. He and Fethry are in the works planning a prank on the Duck twins for the next day, and it’s a doozy of one that definitely would result in getting chased up a tree. His tree climbing skills are lacking…

“Nope!” Gladstone replies. “C’mon cuz! What’s the big secret? Some adventure you don’t want your sis getting in on?” His response gets him a tired look. Gladstone frowns. He’s just getting nowhere tonight. How untypical. This calls for drastic measures.

“Look, Donald,” he says seriously, and steps aside and away from the door. He levels a look at his cousin and is returned with an exhausted, stony stare. “I don’t want in on…” Gladstone gestures around the room, “whatever this is. I was worried earlier, but, eugh, this pains me to say, but I was worried about you.”

His cousin’s stunned expression is enough to make Gladstone continue. “You seemed off earlier, and this is like, REALLY wildly weird, whatever you’re up to, and, I don’t know, are you actually okay?” Donald stares at him, his face closed off and blank. Gladstone fidgets a bit awkwardly; bald-faced honesty is not his usual policy and the longer this silence drags out the heavier the sinking feeling in his stomach gets.

Finally, his cousin sighs harshly and looks him in the eyes before glancing around his owm room. Donald sighs again, but reaches out and closes the door with a click. Gladstone backs up to give him space and sits down in the desk chair to the left of the bed.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” Donald begins quietly. “Not Fethry, not Della, not Scrooge, not your folks, you tell anyone and not even your luck will save you.” Teenage bravado or not, a shiver runs down Gladstone’s spine.

“Okay.”

“You promise?” Donald marches up to him and sticks a pinky finger in his face. Gladstone curls his own pinky around it and swallows roughly.

“Promise, Don.”

Donald breathes in and it’s like all the tension in him had been cut in two. With a deep sigh, his shoulders sag and the duck stumbles a few steps backward to sit heavily on the bed. He awkwardly draws up one leg and encircles his arms around it, and scratches at his elbow. In the soft moonlight pouring in, Gladstone can just make out a bandage clip peeking out of feathers. What craziness is Gladstone stepping into this time?

Donald mumbles...something into his elbows and knee, his face too buried for Gladstone to hear. “What?”

Donald mumbles again.

“What?”

Donald’s fingers clench. Unclench. He lifts his head to glare at the goose. Reluctantly, as if the very words pain him, Donald says, “I’m the Duck Avenger.”

Gladstone’s eyes bug out.

“WHA-” Donald moves lightning-quick, lunging forward and clamping a hand around Gladstone’s beak. He lets go after a second. Gladstone continues, volume adjusted, “-what do you mean you’re the freaking Duck Avenger? You’re saying you’re a vigilante? Did you hit your head?”

“Yes,” says Donald. “At least several times.” Gladstone has no response to that.

His cousin...is a vigilante. What did Gladstone know about the Duck Avenger? Not well-liked by news reporters, not well-liked by police, not well-liked by criminals. Criminals. His cousin regularly goes out and sneaks around at the dead of night getting...who had Gladstone heard about? The mayor?

“What was the deal with the mayor?” Gladstone asks. Donald frowns and seems a little caught off-guard.

“He was embezzling funds from Duckburg taxes,” explains Donald. “Using people’s money for his own fancy, schmancy pool at his big fancy, schmancy mansion, instead of fixing potholes or funding something worthwhile!”

“You live in a fancy, schmancy mansion with a pool,” Gladstone points out. Donald glares at him.

“It’s not the same!”

“Okay, okay!” Gladstone raises his hands in surrender, and he changes the topic. “So, like, you go out and expose politicians and punch robbers and stuff? Like Superdog or Wonder Warble?”

Donald scratches the back of his neck. “There’s a bit more to it than that, but uh, yeah.” The duck sits taller. “I avenge. I avenge on those taking advantage of those not in power. Or is it I avenge those not in power…” the teenager trails off.

“Neat!” Gladstone interjects as he can empathize with being brain fuzzy late at night; this is all so confusing without thinking about grammar of all things. Ugh, grammar.

“Wait, so how’s being a mysterious vigilante going to work when summer is over and school starts?” asks Gladstone. He starts to spin himself in the desk chair. “Are you going to just ‘avenge’ on weekends and holidays or…?”

Donald shakes his head and then yawns so big Gladstone hears a joint pop. He shivers. Eugh, gross. Whoa, he’s dizzy. He stops spinning the chair and realizes he’s missed half of what Donald has said. “Wait, back up, can you repeat that?”

His cousin rolls his eyes but obliges. “I was saying that I’m gonna go out whenever I can. If I’m not unconscious from the latest adventure or I don’t have a huge exam the next day, I want to be out there,” Donald turns his head to look out the window, “making a difference.”

Gladstone is seeing all sorts of hidden depths to his cousin tonight. Yikes, what to say to that kind of statement, jeez. “We got plenty of time to make a difference, Don, we’re not even out of high school,” Gladstone reasons. “Right now, we’re just learning the ropes and being crazy kids, no need to really stress about it that much. Making a difference is for adults.”

Donald shoots him a sharp glare that settles into a deep scowl. “Of course you’d say that.”

“Of course I’d say what?”

“That we should let the adults handle it. That we should wait to become adults to handle it. Some of us-” Donald visibly bites off the end of his sentence. Gladstone frowns. The duck continues, wrestling with his words. “I,” he stresses, “I am not waiting to do something. That’s not...It’s not something I can do.”

Gladstone stands up from the desk chair and starts pacing. One, two, three, four steps, turn around, walk back. One, two, three, four steps, turn around, walk back. One, two, three, four-

“Glad?”

The goose stops pacing and stands still for a moment. Gladstone ignores his cousin for a second to inspect his hands, where they’d held the mask earlier. He rubs his fingers together and some of the light brown, dried blood crumbles off his white feathers. He turns to look at Donald.

“Donald.” Gladstone hesitates before repeating himself from earlier, “Are you okay?” He hopes his cousin sees it for the out it is. Let Gladstone win once tonight. His cousin frowns and scratches at his elbow. The bandages shift around the arm. Gladstone looks away.  

“Am I…are you okay?” Donald deflects instead.

“I’m peachy keen,” Gladstone replies with pronounced cheer. He rocks back on his heels. “So, you are okay? You’ll live to the morning?”

Donald catches on, frowning at first before finally saying, “Yep, all good. You can go back to bed now.” Gladstone laughs weakly.

“Good to hear! Good to hear…” Jeez, now the duck almost looks downcast because Gladstone wants out of this frankly strange conversation. His stomach churns uneasily and Gladstone really just wants to dart out the door and chalk this all up to a weird dream. He turns and begins to walk toward the door, but before he crosses the threshold, Gladstone spins around and rushes up to the duck.

“Gladstone?” Donald says and then groans, “Mind the ribs!” as Gladstone quickly, tightly wraps his arms around his older cousin. He holds the hug for four seconds before letting go and stepping away immediately.

“Well, goodnight, Don,” Gladstone says. Donald looks back at him.

“Goodnight, Glad.”

The goose nods and then makes his way out of the room. Just before he closes the door, he hears Donald’s tired voice ask, “You won’t tell anyone ‘bout me?”

Gladstone swallows roughly and it takes him a moment to respond. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“ ‘Kay...goodnight…”

“Goodnight, Don,” repeats Gladstone and he closes the door with care. He walks back to the stairs and goes down to the kitchen. He remembers that reporter, asking if the Duck Avenger is the enemy. The shadowy silhouette of the Duck Avenger jumping a fence. Gladstone pulls a glass out of the cabinet and pours water into it from the pitcher. He sets the pitcher down and there’s a slight brownish tint on the white plastic that hadn’t been there before. Gladstone wipes it away and drinks from his glass. A mayor embezzling funds, that would require breaking and entering to figure out, getting into secured files or going onto the mayor’s, well, ex-mayor’s property, trespassing. That’s just one thing Gladstone knows about, and who knows how long Donald will keep superheroing? If he ever gets caught…

Gladstone finishes off his water and rinses the glass, setting it to dry on the mat beside the sink. He walks back to his room and slips under the covers. He stares up at the ceiling. His cousin the vigilante. Out there, trying to make a mark and fixing injustices. Although Gladstone isn't quite sure his cousin is really old enough, when he thinks about it he can find it pretty cool of Donald. Hopefully, he won’t have to think about it all. Tomorrow, he’ll have to talk to Fethry about changing their prank plans. Maybe something with not quite as many roller skates.

Gladstone closes his eyes and waits for a new day to begin.

[lyssismagical]

3 for the halloween prompts? <3 Love your writing btw

3 - Came to the wrong Halloween party I’m so sorry this took so long lmao

 *

Going to Flash’s Halloween party was going to be a shitshow, of course.

Peter knew this the moment he saw the posters on the walls in the school hallways. But Ned had pleaded, apparently already having picked out a new Halloween-Good-Luck-Party Hat. So he agreed.

Apparently, it’d be even more of a shitshow than he could’ve imagined considering when he walks into the party, the first thing he notices is the intoxicating smell of booze and sweat, immediately followed by the sheer amount of college sweatshirts he sees.

“Hey, sweetheart,” somebody says, grabbing his elbow. He pulls away quickly, eyes wide.  

He feels young and small in comparison to everyone else at the party, stumbling through the thick crowds of people, unable to turn back. He can’t see the door anymore, swarmed by sweaty people and the stench of alcohol.

He trips over someone’s foot and falls into a girl.

“Sorry, I- I’m sorry- I didn’t- I-”

She smiles, blue eyes staring into him. “You’re a real cutie, don’t you worry about it.”

“Sorry, I-” He tries to pull back but her fingers are still wrapped around his biceps, fake red nails digging into his skin.

She’s dressed as a nurse, a stereotypical sexy nurse costume, grinning almost like a lion would to a gazelle. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart, I’m glad you ran into me.”

Suddenly, there’s a hand pulling his shoulder backwards. He stumbles again, unsteady on his feet as the girl lets go of his arms finally.

“Come on, Becca, don’t be a dick. Go find your boyfriend.”

Becca frowns, rolling her eyes, and disappears into the crowd.

The hands on Peter’s arms are gentle and easy, leading him through the crowd towards a door near the back of the building. Through the door brings quietness and near emptiness.

Peter turns quickly, having to tilt his head up to meet the eyes of the boy who had saved him from the party scene.

“Sorry, I’m- I-”

“Hey,” the boy says, shrugging with so much ease. “Take a breath. I’ll grab you some water.”

His southern drawl, paired with the cowboy costume he’s dressed in, and the beautiful intensity of his blue eyes, helps to calm Peter’s nerves.

As soon as he’s got the glass of water in his hands, Peter finds the strength to properly explain himself. “I must’ve got the address wrong. I’m supposed to be at Flash Thompson’s party, not… not here. I wasn’t expecting- I’m so sorry. Thank you for saving me.”

“It’s not a problem, hon. Flash’s party is a few blocks down, this is his brother’s girlfriend’s party. Take a breather and then I’ll walk you over, yeah?”

“You would do that for me?”

His saviour shrugs, smiling sweetly. “I wouldn’t let you walk that far alone in the dark, on Halloween.”

“Wow, um, thank you so much.”

“No worries, darlin’. And either way, when you’re dressed like you are… I’m just saying, I kind of want to wrap you up and keep you safe and sound forever.”

Peter immediately blushes from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest. He’s dressed like a bear, a baby bear. His hair is poofier than he normally keeps it, curls wild, with a soft fluffy brown bear onesie, a pair of little ears on his head, and a little nose drawn on.

Compared to his saviour’s tight jeans, flannel loose and tucked into his waistband, the first few buttons open and showing off the top of his tan chest, cowboy hat lopsided on his head, and boots clicking on the ground, Peter feels insanely childish.

“It’s silly, I know, but-”

“Not silly, it’s really adorable.” He steps closer, into Peter’s space, and gently brushes his thumb over his cheek. “Like unbelievably adorable, honey. I just want to eat you up.”

Peter flushes darker, eyes going wide. “Peter. My name’s Peter Parker.”

“Harley Keener, angel.”

Peter can’t help himself from resting his palm flat against Harley’s chest, fingers dipping between the buttons. “You were going to walk me to my friends?”

He grins, pulling back just far enough to lift off his cowboy hat and tip his head. “I did, didn’t I? At your service, my king.”

“Thank you, my knight,” Peter says, giggling. He tucks his shoulders into himself a little more, feeling so small in comparison. “I really owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, bear.”

Harley grins at Peter’s blush, gently swiping his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone. Peter’s never felt this way before, so intensely and suddenly.

“You want a drink before we go?” Harley asks. “Alcoholic or otherwise?”

“Not to sound any younger than I probably already do, I’d really love some pop or juice or something.”

Harley grins a little wider, fingers sliding up Peter’s face to gently brush some of his curls out of his face.

He pulls away suddenly, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a caprisun for Peter and a beer for himself. He loops an arm around Peter’s shoulders, steering him towards the second door in the kitchen, leading into a backyard.

“Come on, I’ll take you to Flash’s. Best not keep your friends waiting.”

Peter can’t help but laugh. “Believe it or not but I don’t think anyone would’ve noticed my absence. I’m not really popular. I’m not even close to popular.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No? I’ve got one and a half friends, and otherwise, people steer clear unless they wanna copy my homework. I’m lucky if I can make it through a week without getting tossed in at least one dumpster.”

Harley stops in his steps, turning dramatically to face Peter. “You’re not kidding.”

“I’m not kidding.”

Harley’s blue eyes so wide and earnest. “I’ve known you for, what, an hour? And I’m already absolutely fascinated by you, you know that? I have no idea how anybody who could treat you as anything less than royalty.”

“I don’t think Flash is capable of being nice.”

Harley shrugs, stepping into Peter’s space again. He’s so tall, crowded up against him under the shining moonlight in the damp grass. “What if I went to your party with you? This one isn’t really my scene anyway. How would they feel with you on my arm?”

“You’d come to a high school party with me?”

“You say that like you’re really that surprised? What can I say, you’re just that interesting.”

Peter flushes, smiling shyly up at Harley. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely sure.”

They walk, Harley’s arm around Peter’s shoulders, through the backyard to the road, getting to know little bits and pieces about each other, laughing into the darkness of the night.

When they make it to Flash’s party, Peter doesn’t think he’s ever seen people’s eyes go as wide as his classmates when they see him with Harley.

Harley presses a kiss to Peter’s temple, having to bend down to reach him, and he squeezes Peter’s side. “You wanna dance?”

“I’d love to.”

Before they can make it to the dance floor, Flash stops them. “What’s this? Did you really hire somebody to pretend to be your friend? That’s low, even for you, Penis Parker.”

“I’m not an actor. And I’d suggest you don’t go there, Eugene. Not only am I taller and undoubtedly stronger than you, I also have connections with your brother. What do you think he’d do if he found out you were bullying a perfectly sweet friend of mine?”

Flash pales, eyes going even wider. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I absolutely would,” Harley practically snarls, arm curled protectively around Peter. “So back the fuck off or there will be consequences.”

For a moment, it seems like Flash will fight back, anger flaring in his eyes and hands clenching into fists, and then he nods once and ducks off into the crowd.

“Thank you,” Peter murmurs, tugging Harley into him.

“No worries, baby bear. I told you I’d treat you like royalty, didn’t I?”

Peter, in a moment of confidence and hope, grabs Harley by the collar of his flannel and tugs him down, simultaneously lifting himself onto his toes, and presses his mouth to Harley’s.

When Harley pulls away, eyes sparkling and smiling. “Well then, baby bear.”

“Would you wanna go on a date with me? Like a real date. Because I’ve never felt this way before with anyone and I- I don’t want to miss this opportunity.”

“I’d love to, angel.”

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types of people: my fire station

hey! it seems that you guys love the types of people memes I make so here’s another one! (I LOVE MY STATION SO MUCH...these are jokes!)

Captain: screams into the void, “beds made by 10″, “god dammit Jordan!”, edgy but actually a softie, so much salt, EMS without the cert, the color red, “yeet!”, soft spot for T, training is his jam, perfect balance of fun and stern, lowkey stressed out, hates writing reports, will be your biggest fan, “there was fucking Kerosene dude!”, managing is his happy place despite how not fun it is, probably has a planner somewhere 

Lt. : chill dad, awful dad jokes followed by dorky laughter, Steelers fan til death, gives T a hard time, soft spot for Jordan, kitchen cleaning master, only person who likes pumping water, did i mention he’s a dad, loves sharing his knowledge of the fire service, gives gentle reminders to be kind to yourself, will support you til the end, mini golf legend, if puppies were people he’d be a golden retriever, devoted to his family and wife, will preach to you about how life takes time 

Junior Mint: loves cats to a fault, will send you memes to make you feel better, plays too many PC games, gentle roasts to make the mood lighter, always down for some training, knows so much to be so young, a bright future ahead of him, taking things a day at a time, wings it 90% of the time and still does great, loves milk more than anything, epic bruh moment, picks on T for fun, just trying to make his life a good one 

Richy Rich: will kill you if you call him that, emo but in an adult way, gaming but make it indie, gives great advice followed by eh advice, the most neutral human being ever, so smart but such a smartass, takes training very seriously (but in a fun way), tries not to lose his patience with people but eventually cracks, the confidant friend everyone goes to but doesn’t listen to him when he needs it, the color blue, late nights and early mornings, south park memes, has no issue fact-checking a bitch 

Caleb: star wars enthusiast, giggly smiles, taking things a day at a time, genuinely wants you to win, appreciates the little things more than most of us, dad jokes all the time, accepts his flaws and tries to fix them, motivational quotes, take on me by a-ha probably loops in his head all day, wants the simple life, would make a great dad and also public health educator, genuinely loves helping others, makes it really hard to be mad at him

Jordan: gives corgi vibes lowkey, “it’s okay, i’ll teach you”, loves sharing his knowledge, not afraid to make mistakes, warm smiles, the type of person you simply can’t hate, always upbeat, probably has cake by the ocean playing on repeat in his head, loves the kids, passionate about fire but taking his time to get where he needs to be, will be the sober friend at a party, will never make you feel unloved or alone, “what’s up goofy”

T: angry but means well, loves the fire service but refuses to settle, just wnats to help people even before she helps herself, loves devious cats and silly dogs, lowkey afraid of commitment, definitely uses angst as a defense mechanism, will talk your head off about candles or healthcare inequalities, afraid of being wrong sometimes, that friend that will put you first, screams into the void, “Did my back hurt your knife?”, has no idea how to teach things without getting frustrated, that annoys her bc she really wants to train others, would die for her captain, hates people that underestimate women, a walking talking ass whoopin, “fuck you, i’ll do it myself” 

NASA: the smartest in the group probably, also a himbo somehow, anxious around women, *country boyyyy I love youuuuu*, dad glasses paired with dad jokes, probably the best cook on the crew aside from Lt., fills awkward silence with awkward laughter, can’t handle his wine, “what’s that supposed to mean?”, dying inside, lots of witty remarks, scribbled math equations on napkins, avoiding social situations to recharge battery, open ears and a silent mouth, keeps all your deepest secrets but still judges you lowkey, would die for anyone on his crew no matter how annoying they are, honestly a wholesome guy

YeeYee: loves ducks, probably cottagecore but add some camo, sends T some tiktoks, loves his girlfriend more than he loves life itself, hates school but went anyway, amazing teacher and sharer of information, big ole truck, unhinged chaos at any given moment, loves to play around with EMS supplies, “love me some McConaughey”, 3 black coffees followed by a scream into the hallway, “fuck my quiz!”, random road rage videos, on a chill scale, he’s the most chill, gets more unhinged when country music plays, “look at all those chickens” 

i love my crew so much man! i hope yall enjoy!