#nah dude! They like his weirdness and are his friends! they just aren't into the same things he's into

[pianokantzart]

I actually think that Toad didn't have any real friends and was kind of an outcast because he was off doing his own thing adventuring and no one else was interested. Not that he was hated exactly, he is quite friendly after all, but he's probably seen as a bit weird and no one else wanted to join him. That's gotta be why he immediately regards Mario as his "best friend" even though he only just met him a few hours earlier before setting off with Peach. What other explanation could there be for thinking that a mere acquaintance is your best friend?

No real friends? I think Chanterelle would beg to differ.

Despite Toad's wanderlust he seems pretty at-home and gregarious, knowing the ins and outs of The Mushroom Kingdom as much as he does the wilderness outside of it.

The resident toads also seem to regard him warmly in return. I think they see adventuring as something admirable (their beloved princess is an adventurer herself after all), but nothing they would attempt themselves.

I think that Toad is just a guy who loves making friends, and has secretly been hoping for an adventuring buddy for a long time. Combine the two elements, and he immediately clings to Mario like white on rice with a little bit too much enthusiasm.

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

Good Girl.

boyfriend!stan x girlfriend!reader x bestfriend!kyle x bestfriend!kenny smut.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP. should be a known fact for all of my writings but people like to bitch about it so here, does this make you feel better?

i really like this one. and if you don't like it, i don't really care so don't bother commenting "oh they aren't like this" "stop writing porn about children" because i'm not. and it's not supposed to be canon..😂

content: smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, bf watching his bsf fuck his gf, long ass paragraphs, swearing, heavy praise, reader can be interpreted as being chubby, belly bulge, fingering, reader has nipple piercings.

"come on dude, just kiss her. look.." stan, your boyfriend, says, grabbing your jaw and squeezing your cheeks before attacking your lips with his. you melt into his touch with a quiet moan before he pulls away and smiles at you. you bite your wet lip to hide your smirk and stan faces his attention back to kyle.

kyle sits awkwardly next to you, looking at stan. "you don't think that's.. like.. weird?"

stan chuckles and squeezes your thigh before laying into a more comfortable position. "nah. trust me, kyle. her lips feel amazing."

you blush when kyle scoots even closer, turning his whole body to face you and you do the same. he brings a hand to cup the side of your face, and eyes you in a way that asks "is this okay?" and you smile to show your answer to be a "yes".

kyle brings his face slowly to yours, staring you in the eye and just before your lips touch, he looks to stan. and then he kisses you, eyes open staring at your boyfriend. you close your eyes and get comfortable with the newfound feeling of kyle's lips. it's a nice feeling. his lips are slightly chapped, unlike stans who's are more soft. his hands are soft though as they caress your jaw and his tongue makes its way into your mouth, he begins to play with your hair.

it felt so.. right. which is weird. your boyfriend is watching you make out with his best friend, and encouraging it.. but the feeling of his lips feels like they were made to touch yours. you bite down on his bottom lip, careful to make it arousing not painful. you can tell he liked it when he groans and pulls your hair slightly, kissing more aggressively and smiling into it.

you giggle and move your body so you were facing your head down towards him before the two of you pull away. and you missed that feeling.

"didn't i tell you, she's like a first cigarette." stan chuckles and you smile at kyle before getting off of him, sitting where you had been previously. "baby, you wanna take off your shirt for me, hmm?" stan walks over to stand between my thighs and you nod up at him. his hands move to the hem of your shirt and he pulls your top off. you barely had any time before he moved his hands to unclasp your bra, gently taking it off of you.

"nipple piercings?" kyle smirks at your boobs with teeth.

"feel em." stan says and this time without hesitation kyle scoots over, moving his hands to massage your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it before letting go, pecking around your areola before moving to please your other side.

once he's done feeding on your flesh stan grabs your hand to pull you off the bed and into his arms. he pecks your lips before unbuttoning your jean shorts. unzipping them. and pulling them down until all that's left is your little black lingerie panties that don't hide very much. stan smacks your ass and bites your shoulder before whispering into your ear, "want him to play with you some, baby?"

you moan with a closed mouth softly and nod, holding onto his biceps and squeezing before letting go and walking over to kyle with swaying hips. you stand between his legs and his hands migrate to the small of your waist, squeezing the plush skin and looking up into your eyes. his hands were so fucking soft. his nails were painted black but on his right hand his ring finger was painted a dark burgundy. they were big and veiny and could tear you apart in seconds. a portion of you could have been scared if you hadn't known better, but you knew kyle, liked him for months before you and stan got together.

the thing was that kyle didn't pay attention to you like you needed. he didn't text back, or talk to you, or even acknowledge you. but stan was there to do that all for you. stan wanted you. stan texted, first most of the time, even. he took care of you and hung out with you and that drew you to him. but part of you still loved kyle because you had for months.

his soft hands move to squeeze the doughy flesh of your ass and you smirk in pleasure. your thumbs move to play with the band of your panties, smacking the elastic against your skin and moving it up and down to tease. even going as far to do a little spin so he could see how good your ass looked in those panties. they were your favorite pair. you slowly would side by side move down your panties before they reached the floor, you step your bare feet and white painted toes (stan paid) out of the panties that now rest on the floor.

kyle stands up and stan walks over to you, taking you into his arms. "be a good girl for him, huh? yeah?" stan babied you and you nod with a pouty face. he lays you down and puts a pillow behind your head. that's when kenny came in, without knocking. kyle greeted him by walking over and likely explaining what was happening in a quiet tone. but you focused on stan. "we've got company." stan says out loud with a smile, caressing the side of your face and kissing your forehead to say "ill be right back" before standing up straight to go talk to the other two boys in the room.

god you were so out of it. it all looked slightly blurry as you watched your boyfriend talking to his two best friends, all looking at your squirming naked body begging for attention and fulfilling. you wanted to beg but you had to be quiet. you had to be a good girl.

next thing you know they're walking over to you and kenny's hands are separating your legs. you only recognize who it was once you could see his face through your now parted legs. he smiled down at you. "oh look at you. you look so helpless and needy. you want me to play with you don't you? want me to touch this wet little cunny?" kenny teased and you whine. "please."

"i guess so. only because you're just such a good little girl f'me." kenny chuckles and brings four fingers to your dripping pussy, his two middle fingers whiping the liquids up to your clit to make it easier to play with. he rubs circles onto your clit and your hips dig into the mattress. it felt so good.

kenny's hands were the roughest of all of theirs. he smelt of weed and his hands felt chalky. his hair was greasy and he had scuff marks on his face like he'd gotten in a fight (which he likely did) upon arrival. the smirk on his face was ever so devious and sadistic as he tortured your needness. kenny was definitely the meanest and most recognized of the three of them. he did the most he could to grow fame and money, which slowly but surely was working. the productions he had going weren't so bad you genuinely thought.

you moan out in the pleasure your feeling as you clench around nothing at his teasing. he slides his two fingers into your hole with ease because of your arousal, but only once before going back to your clit. which you weren't terribly mad about because it felt so good. you felt ridiculously overstimulated for the fact that you hadn't even been fucked yet nonetheless finished.

"hey i think she's ready to be honest, feels like she's pulsating." kenny laughs and walks off. you rub your eyes and hear ringing in your head that doesn't exist to the others in the room but it confused you. you heard subtle voices before you felt a soft hand on your knee. you could tell it was kyle just by the feeling of his hand. opening your eyes, indeed it was kyle, looking down at you in awe with his cock prodding at your entrance.

it was disgusting, really, that you felt so fucking good doing this. especially since these are your boyfriends best friends who are playing with you in such a taboo way. four of kyle's fingers rest on your lower stomach and his thumb rubs circles at the top sensitive part of your clit. he looks into your eyes for some sort of consent that you felt numb to giving. but you whined out the best "please kyle" that you could before he harshly thrusted into you. with that you moan ever loudly, probably annoying the others in the apartment complex but you couldn't help it. this feeling was like no other. the disgusting ecstasy flowing from your cunt all the way to your brain making tears prick your eyes as kyle fucks relentlessly into you, holding onto your thighs so hard it could and would leave red hand marks.

"oh my fucking— fuck kyle-!" you moan out so loud like you were giving birth. any other person would think you were either in pain or having the greatest sex to ever exist and you couldn't tell which one this felt more like anymore. it felt amazing. it felt lifelike. his cock felt like it was molded the shape of you exactly to please the places you didn't know were pleasurable to touch. the bulge in your stomach would hit his finger tips and you could feel that. and you knew he could too when he started laughing and groaning out loudly.

there really is no other way to explain this feeling. it was to put it straight, the most pleasurable thing you had ever felt in your entire life. tears streaming down your cheeks to stain them with eyeliner marks and of course you weren't wearing water proof mascara, who knew this would happen? his hands fell to your hips, gripping them tightly you could tell he was getting closer and closer to the edge.

"s'tight.!" kyle groaned, thrusting harder but slower and sloppier and you can feel your orgasm hitting you hard as a gust of wind blowing away something that weighs anything smaller than a pound. it was like waves of intense pleasure running through your veins and there it was. you came harder than you thought was possibly but kyle wasn't done. you wrapped your legs around his waist assuring he couldn't pull out when he had to come. "in me. in me please kyle." you moan and look to stan who's smirking.

you look to kyle who's looking at stan, asking with fucked out eyes for permission that he didn't need when you pulled his shirt so his face was by yours and you kiss him aggressively. "please don't pay attention to them, this is about me." you whisper before moaning loud, not before moving your head so you wouldn't hurt his ears. "please kyle im begging you i want you, i need you right now."

he came, inside of you. it felt so good being filled like that. that's all you needed. he rode out his high and you felt so tired. your entire body fell limp but your legs wouldn't stop shaking. your muscles were spazing in the back of your thighs visibly and kyle pulled out. you turned to lay on your stomach.

kenny was gone, and stan was in the bathroom, at least you thought so. kyle brought a soft hand to your back and gently massaged the bare skin. "it's like you were made for me." you say into your arms so it comes out mumbled but kyle heard. and he understood with the chuckle he gave you. "get some rest." he pats your back and sits beside you on the bed and you drift off.

[starluvsx]

★𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word count:1015

Proofread:yup

WARNINGS: insecure reader,kissing,kinda angst and fluff

A/N: this took embarrassingly long to finish😭

𖦹 𖦹

"Okay so the next question is 'who was your first kiss' and what's the story behind it" Nick shouted over Chris and Matt trying to explain why fairies are and aren't real to each other.Everyone in the car immediately had their own separate reaction to this question.

Nick was smiling ear to ear, most likely because of the embarrassment that came with answering the question.matts head was down with a cringed face.me and Chris both looked at each other knowingly before my cheeks flushed and he looked away.

Once everyone had their stories in their heads we looked around for who should go first. "y/n i think you should go first" chris said with a cocky smile.

5 years ago

"ok so what do you wanna watch?" chris said as he sat down next to me on the bed.a good amount of distance between us for friends so it's too bad i wanted to be more than that.i played the lack of romance off by just ignoring it,refusing to look over at his side profile while he flicked through an assortment of movies.

"no clue, what are my options?" I asked while staring at the tv.

“Uhm maze runner ‘Nah’ nightmare before Christmas ‘ehh’ hairspray ‘YES OMG YES’ ”was how the interaction went before he clicked on the movie I wanted.

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

While watching the movie we had gradually moved closer together.not on top of each other but definitely closer than before.now I was slouched down slightly with our shoulders touching, nothing crazy i know but I’ll take what I can get.

Once we got about an hour into the movie I began to zone out.letting myself to wander in my own thoughts.watching the romance movie only made these thoughts worse. “Jesus” I muttered under my breath.

“What, what’s wrong?”he asked, looking down at me.

“It’s nothing, just movies like this always make me sad.” I replied truthfully.I knew what I was about to say but I was ok with it.he was one of the few people I didn’t mind sharing these thoughts with.

“Why?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.just one word for him but years of insecurities,self hatred and yearn for love for me.

“Cause I know I’ll never have anything like that, nobody will ever love me like that, ya know”I answered hesitantly while still staring at the tv.I had now sat up a little from the previous position I was in.being at the same level as him made me nervous especially since the topic of conversation but I had to,my back was killing me.

“Why do you think that?”Chris said with a slight laugh,as if he couldn’t believe I thought like that.now although the thought he was shook I found myself unloveable was comforting,I knew he was only being nice.

I looked at him for a second before saying what I had been thinking my whole life. “Dude I’m like the ugliest girl at school.” I answered honestly. “I mean it’s whatever, I know everyone thinks that.”I continued with a shrug at the end of my sentence.it felt weird talking about this but also for some reason, reliving.

The look he gave me after I said that wasn’t one I could describe or replicate.he looked shocked and confused at the same time almost. “I don’t think that…”he mumbled.if I hadn’t tuned out the movie long ago I wouldn’t have even heard him to be honest

“What” was all I could say.had i misheard him?I must've, right?

"I don't think you're the ugliest girl in the school, you're...you're beautiful ''he said, making me feel like I was in a scene from a movie.although i wanted to keep up my nonchalant act of not caring about what others thought,i simply couldn't.

i was shocked he had said this.my lips were slightly parted due to me knowing i wanted to say something but not really knowing what to say.i mean how does one respond to that.his eyes flicked down to my lips before the one thing i never thought would happen, happened

Before I could realize what he was about to do, the boy in front of me who I had been crushing on for like forever grabbed my jaw and connected our lips passionately.I was shocked at first but slowly melted into the kiss I had been longing to have for most of my life.

our mouths moved in sync while both of our eyes were closed.it felt like we were the only two people on the planet.once we pulled away i took a moment to look at the boy in front of me.his disheveled hair,piercing blue eyes, pinkish lips, he was perfect.i then said words i don't think i will ever forget saying. "i-i think your beautiful too"

my face heated up as i finished the story. "You guys are too cute, it makes me wanna throw up."Nick said jokingly. Normally I would respond with something snarky but if I opened my mouth i think I would burst out laughing out of embarrassment and nervousness.chris's head was just down, most likely with the same expression as me.

"We were so corny" he said, laughing as he picked his head up.although i thought the moment was really cute,it was pretty cringe when i think back on it.

"We were like 15,"I said in my own defense.

"yea and you wouldn't even get with me till like 2 years later!" my boyfriend responded.

"ok ok next story"i started with a huge smile on my face still.

[bastardtrait]

The football team were all friends, but if Toby had to pick someone he was friends with the least...it'd be Konner Prescott. A serious hanger-on to Evan, and was something of a spoiled, opinionated brat, thanks to his relatively affluent upbringing, due to being descended from the town's founding family.

transcript:

KONNER, slurring: Yo, Tobes. Why y'look so down? TOBY: Hmm? Nah, not down, just…thinking about some shit. KONNER: You're like…thinking about a lotta shit sometimes aren't ya? TOBY: What do you mean by that?

KONNER: Jus like…why're you so in your own head sometimes? Really fuckin' weird. TOBY: What, I can't think? Konner… KONNER: No, but like, you do it SO much. Agh, fuck, I'm drunk. I can't say shit. TOBY: Well, try. What the hell do you mean?

KONNER: Your football game's slipping, man. You used to be our best defense, better than Jay, but you've been sooo…in your own head lately. What happened? TOBY: I dunno man, maybe because football used to be about football, and not having a damn bush party in the middle of Grenville county? Like, I like you guys, but I don't see what this has to do with… well, anything.

KONNER: Man, what, you've never heard of team-building? Can't play on a team if you're not, y'know a team? TOBY: Man, I get it, but this isn't really all that fun. KONNER: Whatever, Toby. We all know you'd rather hang with the rez kid. TOBY: Konner. Stop that thought right there.

KONNER: Just lettin' ya know, dude. 'Cause Evan's gonna talk to you soon about it too. TOBY: Yeah, Evan's not my dad, or my coach, dude. And neither are you. So. KONNER: (scoff) Okay, Toby, just tryna do you a solid here. Whatever, dude.

[34saveme34]

yall expecting anything interesting from this week's episode?

like. I've been thinking n like I wish I could stop that

because in a sense, the series has been.... very unrpredictable

in like, a bad way

I'm not even saying they're telling bad stories but that it all just goes weirdly and some choices they make are.... odd? yeah, odd

like I guess it's odd they don't use their cast better

or that Melony's whole personality is just Axol (god awful thing I'm about to say but maybe it would've been better for her if she died in revelations so we wouldn't have to see her character reduced to this so badly. like I'm not even kidding)

or making 4 seem so god damn evil then immediately backpedalling on that with the "it's an act" and I'll say it again, if they wanted to make a good story about it being an ACT, they should've shown more signs, even if tiny, they should've shown more. Like you could try and explain this shit away if you want but just think about it, before A Night at SMG4's, what did you believe? Did you believe he was becoming evil or did you believe it was an act? What made more sense to you? It's odd and unpredictable

the also weird ass ignoring of 3 drinking away his problems, it appearing TWICE

and like, that's been a storyline that was going for a while, I even pointed out that like, lately episodes that were all capital had something to do with him failing with it

but no uh, suddenly it's good after that shitty night at 4's shitty ass episode I still hate it for what it did for the story

like, what did that episode even do for it? Anything? NO

NO, and DON'T F U C K I N lie to me, you know that shit didn't happen either

and I'm done lying to myself about it

there was NO indication it actually helped

all it did was drive Puzzles away, but my man had nothing to do with the café, at least not to our knowledge which would be really negligent if they didn't tell us that he actually did

like, there's no reason for why it would get better, there's just nothing

and I knooooooooow I should enjoy the show for what it is and stop complaining because I'm gonna sound like a reddit user on r/smg4 but also like

I AM the complainer, I interpret things and discuss them, I'm all about it, I love discussing possibilities and have a lot of joy out of it

hell I also like crack ideas that sometimes. stem out of desperation

like me when I said, Idk if it was on the blog but me when I said it would be silly if 3 was drinking away his feelings for 4 perhaps in those silly little scenes

but like, nah, team's not brave enough

like what I noticed is that the ship is probably not becoming canon

but not because there wouldn't be a reason to, or they couldn't work out a narrative, in FACT it would be REALLY easy, even just today I thought of a way, in fact all of us think of ways so many times, Sever the Ties was also me thinking of a way, that would've been a narratively nice way to get them together and also show they care for each other

but yeah, I think they're not becoming canon because the writers are scared of doing more than jokes with them, I think what they wanted with them was just 2 homoerotic dudes having silly moments that can be laughed at, almost like they. can't take them seriously (trash friends-esque episodes, please comes back.......... sobbing)

which, aight, I guess

NOT QUEERBAITING THOUGH!!!! QUEER BAITING ISN'T ABOUT HINTS, IT'S ABOUT PROMISES!!!! THEY AREN'T QUEERBAITING US!!!!!!!!!!! THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT GETTING THEM TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!

so yea I'm, not jaded with the show, I'm really not, I still like a lot of things about it and can't wait to see what they cook up this week

and even like, episodes I hate have good moments, not even a question, I can enjoy them (besides the endings)

I just yknow, I like to complain and I KNOW I'm not the only one

you don't need to like, agree with me, you can like botched storylines, I just like complain about said storylines even if I like some parts of it

[silent-raven13]

I'ma need my second wifey

Ganke likes to make Hobie mad, it's alright his best friend and Hobie aren't dating so what's the harm? Maybe it'll be good to push the punker into asking Miles out. The two been in this weird limbo of Will they, won't they soap opera.

Honestly, he's sick of it. He can tell Miles wants Hobie to make the first move. His best friend is so shy as fuck, and hates feeling stupid for asking a guy like Hobie out.

So... Ganke had a plan to help his best friend with the help of his girlfriend, Danika.

The three decides to throw a party- Well, Ganke decided to throw a party at his home in Manhattan. It's in a very nice middle class to rich neighborhood. Ganke's house had three large floors that were intrigue and abstract with color schemes of white, warm wood and sleek black furniture.

Miles' arched his eyebrow at his best friend, "Ay yo, your parents' are gonna kill you for throwing a party..." It's middle of a very lit party of classmates from their high school, they saw beer, weed, and food passing around. So much beer and alcoholic drinks, Miles hold on to a red cup half filled cheap beer.

"Hah, maybe or maybe not. My parents did worry about me not making a lot of friends. They're happy you are one of my closest friend." He put one arm around Miles' shoulder with a chuckle, "And if they do kill me, I got Spider-man to help find my body."

"Oh pfft! Man, you know it." He laughs along with his friend with his arm around Ganke's shoulder, too. They had the biggest bromance anyone can see. Their classmates thought they make a cute couple seeing how close they were.

All of Miles' Spider friends which was Margo, Peni, Hobie, Gwen, and Pavitr came with their own causal outfits. Hobie had a beer bottle in his hand giving a tight grip as he spotted Miles and Ganke arms in arms. Ganke caught this and knew the punker got jealous, so he did what a best friend would do.

"Hey Miles."

"What?" Miles turns to his best friend.

Ganke gave him a kiss cheek, "I love you, man! You're an amazing friend." This caught everyone off guard, yet they did not hate it. Their classmates were blushing at the two being so friendly. Miles blink a couple of times and hug his best friend with laughter in his tone.

"I love you, too, Ganks! You're my best friend, I'll do anything for you." Miles playfully kiss Ganke's cheek showing some bromance, unaware of the punker staring at them.

Gwen sips her own cup filled with beer, "You good?" She asked Hobie.

"Yeah. Yeah! I'm good," He chugs the rest of his beer.

Pavitr hums, "Somebody is jealous." He took a drink before going over to dance with someone.

"Go and talk to him, dude. You always limbo with Miles!" Gwen nudges the punker.

Hobie shrugs, "Nah, I still don't know where I stand with him."

"Alright, but you should be able to confront him. You know how Miles is, he gets in his head too much. He might overthink it and think you don't like him."

"But, I want him to make the move. He can do it. I'm not going to-" Hobie voice trails as he saw Ganke 's hand on Miles waist and nuzzle his neck. What the fuck!

Gwen pressed her lips together with a nod, and said nothing. Pavitr gasps, "OMB! I can't believe they are such flirty friends. You think they'll get together? They do look cute!" He likes to poke at Hobie's jealousy just so he can start making a move on Miles.

Everyone knows the two like each other, it's plain as day! It's annoying how they do this Will they or Won't they soap opera. Well, Pavitr loves it, he loves the drama.

"St-ah-p, Pav. You're gonna get Hobie mad." Gwen nudges her friend. No one wants to see Hobie go bat shit crazy. They saw how dangerous he can get when he's pissed off.

"I'm only joking! It's not like they are gonna be together. They are just close friends." Pavitr hums.

Meanwhile, Miles and Ganke were busy talking to Danika and Barbara. Miles lean back against a table having his yellow zipper hoodie open to reveal his short black shirt lifting up showing off his belly button. Hobie bite his bottom lip seeing the curly hair of his happy trail, and Miles' faint six pack.

Miles laughs along his friends, before his eyes landed on Hobie, he gave him a sheepish smile almost welcoming him into their group to have conversation.

Hobie was about to head over there, until he saw Ganke leaning over to whisper something in Miles' ear and saw the Korean-American teenagers hand on Miles' stomach. That hand gently took the black shirt to pull down to cover his best friend's stomach. Hobie watches being too jealousy that he cracked his beer bottle, Gwen had to quickly take the bottle away and grab Hobie to go outside on the balcony.

Hobie sighs with anger feeling the cold breeze, he saw the fancy area Ganke lives. It's way better than whatever he had going on. "Fucking L, mate. Fuck me." He mutters.

"Dude, chill. Ganke is just messing with Miles. They're best friends!" Gwen threw the cracked beer bottle into a near by trash can. "You gotta calm down. Miles is just enjoying himself and he invited us to have fun. You should go up to him and-"

"Best friends?" Hobie cut his friend off. "That's not being best friends."

"Hobie, you flirt with your friends all the time. Why Miles can't?"

"Okay, first of all I bloody kiss them on the cheek and wink. That bloke is touching my Sunflower's waist and pulling him closer like they are a thing!" Hobie said out loud.

Gwen snickers, "Dude, you are so jealous. If it bothers you so much then GO TELL MILES! Dude, your only hurting yourself if-" Then the balcony door slid open showing Miles coming out, "Are ya'll good? What happened?"

Gwen and Hobie look at each other then the punker said, "Nothing. Just about smoke-" Miles face perked, "Oh, Judge brought his bong so we can all try it. You guys wanna hit it?" He took Gwen's and Hobie's hand to the living room. Miles' friend Judge sitting in the middle of the couch already got his stuff out.

"I wanna it, Judge baby." A girl flirting with Judge.

"Alright, take a hit, sweet thang." He flirted back as he light up the bong for her to inhale the smoke from the weed. She took and blew it being well experienced in using a bong.

Danika whispers in Barbara's ear, "You think Miles' crush is jealous."

"God, I hope so. Because I know I would've gone bat shit crazy if my crush is flirting with someone else." Barbara snorted.

Danika saw Miles coming over with his friends. So she leans into her boyfriend's ear to whisper, "Maybe you should like flirt a bit more... like a kiss or get Hobie super pissed off."

"You'll be fine with me kissing him?" Ganke asked.

"Bae, I'm all for it. It's low-key kinda hot." Danika admits then kisses her boyfriend's lips, "Besides, I won't get jealous. I know, you got eyes for me." She gave him another kiss. She left her man do his thing.

"Yo, Miles." Ganke called his friend out, "You gonna hit it."

"Yeah, man. I'm totally gonna try it." Miles brought his friends over.

"Your dad won't catch you?" Gwen asked.

"Nah, it'll be fine." Miles shrugs, "What he won't know won't hurt him?"

"What about your mom?" Pavitr asked.

Miles chuckles, "Nah, I'll be sleeping over with Ganks so she won't know anything."

Hobie said, "Your sleeping over?"

"Hell yeah, he is." Ganke finally put his arm around Miles' shoulder, "We gon' be playin' video games, watch movies, eat junk food..." Miles nodding in agreement, "possibly fuck."

"That's right." Miles agreed without knowing what his friend said.

This got his friends caught off, then Judge shouted, "Ay yo?"

"HAHAHAH!" Barbara bursting into fits of laughter.

Hobie's eyes widen for the moment before he quickly changed his expression into a disapproving frown. Pavitr's mouth went wide open.

"Whoa." Gwen blinks a couple of times.

Miles quickly realized what his best friend said and playfully shove him, "BRO! That's fucking wild!" They started to playfully fight with laughter.

"Hahaha, you agreed to it!" Ganke jokes.

"Hahaha, you're fucking crazy, man." Miles laughs, "Ain't no way, I'll be fucking you."

"Nah, you would love it, pookie." Ganke teased.

"I wonder who would be the bottom of the relationship." Barbara jokes.

"NOT ME!" Miles and Ganke said at the same time.

"You are the bottom." Miles said.

"Nuh uh, you!"

"Not gonna lie. Ganke looks top material." Judge took a hit of his bong being high.

"What? I'm totally a top." Miles snorted.

"No way, you are! I would be a top." Ganke chuckles, playful held Miles' waist pulling him close. "See! I'm dominant."

"Whoa!" His best friend snickers, almost being bashful at his best friend's dominance.

Danika giggles, "Careful Miles, Ganke got you feeling some type of way."

"Oh hahaha. Alright bet!" Miles playfully stick one leg up so Ganke can grab it. The two playfully posed like a couple. "I got you, papí."

"Ayyy, look at you, Miles being so bold." Barbara teased as she took her phone out to take pictures of them.

Hobie rolled his eyes, one arm crossed while the other plays with his chains on his jeans. He hates how Ganke and his Sunflower were being so flirty. When it comes to him being flirty, Miles becomes shy and moves himself away from him. So not fair. The nerve for his Sunflower to call Ganke, papí! It's getting him too mad.

Gwen saw how quiet Hobie is, more to himself. She bites her bottom lip, so she quickly broke Ganke and Miles off, "So are we gonna get high or what?" She slouches between them.

"Yeah! I almost forgot." Miles pulls away from his best friend seeing Gwen slouching on him. "Who wants next?"

"I do." Pavitr volunteer, he went to Judge to use the bong.

Ganke glances at Hobie seeing those dark glares at him like daggers, it terrified him. Danika said, "You guys should totally watch Evil Dead Rises."

"I wanna see it but my dad wants to watch with me and my mom." Miles said. "He loves scary movies."

"How about Winnie the Pooh Blood and Honey?" Barbara asked. "That one was a choice, but a fun watch."

"I should find it on the web." Ganke said. "We were planning on watching Five Nights at Freddy's."

"Yeah, there is!" Miles said to his friend.

"Ya'll are a bunch of nerds." Barbara jokes.

Gwen asked, "There's a movie on that game?" In her world, there's no movie made of that game.. yet.

"Yeah, me and Ganks always plan to watch it together! We play the games... might as well watch the movie." Miles added.

"I know, me and Ganks had to watch another movie on our date night since Miles wanted to watch FNAF." Danika teased.

Miles chuckles, "Well, Ganke is making his wifey happy by taking you to watch Quiet Place Day One."

"Hell yeah, he does!" Danika smirks with her arms around her man.

"Guys." Pavitr coughs getting high, "Guys?"

"Next?" Judge asked seeing his friends talking about scary movies.

Hobie stood at the side listening, then he heard something that snap in him. "Well, I gotta please both my wifeys." Ganke jokes, he put both arms around his girlfriend and Miles.

"LOL!" Barbara laughs.

"Bae, your crazy." Danika laughs.

Miles snorted, "Wifey?"

"Yeah." Ganke said out loud, "Come, I'ma need my second wifey to get shit faced with me." He snickers along side his girlfriend and best friend.

"Bro, calling him wifey is wild." Judge snickers, "Ay, Miles... don't you got someone."

"Nah, I don't. I'm single, man." Miles' voice rings Hobie's ear, he felt hurt. "I got no one, you know." Wow...

Hobie stood with his head shaking being upset. He hears Judge talking, "Dude, good thing too. Because if you had someone, right now, they feelings be hurt!"

"Nah, no one likes me like that." Miles shrugs. "It is what it is. I guess, i'm Ganke's second wifey." Everyone except for Gwen was laughing at the jokes.

Then suddenly, Miles felt a hand grabbing his wrist, "Wha-wait, Hobie? What is it, man?" The punker pulled him out towards the balcony.

"Huh oh..." Pavitr mutters.

Danika whispers to her boyfriend, "You think it worked?"

"Hope so..." Ganke mutters.

Outside of the balcony, Miles said, "Hobie, wait, man. What is it? Are you-" Hobie shut the slide door a bit too hard that the glass cracked a bit, "HOBIE! You can't go breaking Ganke's stuff! This is parents-" Hobie cut him off, "What? Because you and him are bloody husband and wife?"

Miles leans against the iron railed being surprised at the punker. Hobie looks at him as he felt his eyes teary, he's heated with rage. "Wha-what are you talking about?"

"You know, what I'm talking about, Brooklyn!" Hobie got closer to Miles, a dark scowl on his face, "You are fucking messing with me?"

"What? No! Me and Ganks always joke around like that." Miles' voice quiet, "I don't see the problem. Me and him are close friends?"

"Close friends? You two are practically grinding and rubbing each other like a couple!" Hobie inhale slowly seeing the way Miles look a bit frighten. "My bad... you know, what never mind. I'm... fuck me... what a fucking way to ruin the party, right Hobie." He mutters to himself before rubbing his eyes to wipe off the tears.

"Hobie, please tell me what's wrong, man." Miles finally said, this time his hand yanking the punker's vest. "Come on, Hobs. It's me."

"It's nuthin', mate. I'm just overworked."

"That doesn't explain why you're pissed off at me. You flirt with your friends all the time. You kiss them on the cheek, you hug them- hell, you let your exs grind against you when you dance with them." Miles finally said, "Dude, are you worry about me or it's something else?" His eyes filled with hope, hope for his crush to finally give him a sign.

"You're right, my bad. I should've got mad at yer. I'ma just tired or sumthing'." Hobie mutters, he felt his heart aching. He still had his face looked away from his Sunflower. "Maybe I should go, Sunflower."

Miles' eyes filled with hurt, almost anger bubbling in him. Really? Is that it? "No! There's something wrong and you're just fucking with me, HOBS!" He quickly went over to stop Hobie from leaving, finally seeing his face.

Hobie, the famous Spider-punk, the anarchist that kills his villains and hates fascism and dealt with so much bullshit from his childhood. The teenager punker that got Miles' heart skipping a beat is having tears coming down his cheek. "Hobie? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Miles finally wipes the tears from his friend's hand being concerned, "You can talk to me. What happened?"

"Nuthin', Sunflower." He mutters being to himself. He felt embarrassed to be upset at his crush like this. Never had he had strong feelings for anyone before. Now, he's here crying and hurting for someone that isn't his but a friend.

"Tell me." Miles cups Hobie's face, "You can tell me anything." Hobie smells Miles' breath, it doesn't reek of beer or any sorts of alcohol. It smell like pizza and soda... Miles never likes the taste of beer so he drank just a bit.

"Tsk," Hobie sucked his teeth being more embarrassed the longer he kept quiet.

Miles didn't say anything, his Honey Brown eyes filled with worried. He always had a way of telling his feelings through his face. Hobie finally asked, "You still think I'm cool, Brooklyn?"

"Crying your feelings out is pretty cool to me," Miles wipes another tear from his punker's face, he doesn't know what's bugging him. He rather be a good friend to his punker, seeing how much Hobie needs it. He could smell weed, cigarettes, and musk on the punker all scents he's fond of.

"Is that so, huh?" Hobie's voice low for only his Sunflower to hear.

"It's alright. I'm here to listen." Miles let Hobie pressed his forehead against his own.

The two stay like this for a few seconds until Hobie finally said, "You told ya mates that there's no one that wants you..."

"Hm?"

"You told yer mates you are single and there's no one that wants you. Do you honestly feel that way, Sunflower?" The punker finally spoke.

Miles took a moment to process this, then finally said, "Oh... that. I...I-I" He didn't know what to say.

Hobie merely shut his eyes for the moment feeling disappointed. "Did I do something wrong?"

"What?"

"Sunflower be serious with me."

"Hobie, I'm confused." Miles being lost, "I swear, man, I never thought-" He saw the punker giving him a serious look. Miles took a moment before he said, "I thought you were playing with me..."

"What?" His crush asked.

"I thought you were joking with me, Hobie. I wasn't sure." This time he fidget with his fingers unsure what to do to calm his nerves, "I swear, I thought you were playing around with me like friends. That's why I said that and to be honest, I am single... it kindly made sense that no one wants me- that you didn't want me."

"Your joking, Sunflower?" Hobie being flabbergasted.

"I'm not." Miles felt anxious, his voice shaken, "You always seem to give me signs but then, you would go off or make some comment about us being friends. How should I know!"

"You did that to me, too." Hobie pulls away, "You with your friend, both flirting and-and freakin' letting him kiss you and you kiss with him like a damn bloody couple."

"Are you jealous?" Miles finally asked out loud as he put the pieces together.

"No, I'm not jealous. I'm-I'm-" Miles spoke over him, "You are! You're jealous of Ganke because the way we play around! Hobie, be honest with me."

"I'm not. I'm fine. We're fine. I'm just-" Miles took his face pulling him closer to having eye contact. The Punker met big Honey brown eyes, and a serious Miles.

"Hobie, be real with me. Were you jealous of Ganke?" Miles asked in a serious tone.

"Sunflower, I-"

Miles said with a straight face, "Be for real with me, Hobie. If it's something else, I'll leave you alone. So, were you jealous of Ganke?"

Hobie sighs, "Sunflower, you drive me crazy... and to see you with that bloke- I was- I am jealous."

"You're still jealous." Miles finally said.

"Yes, Sunflower." The sad puppy dog look on the punker's face made Miles' heart melt.

Miles pressed his forehead against the punker, he closed his eyes to intake the moment, "I like you, too." Before his lips pressed against his friend's lips.

Hobie stood being a mix of shock and joy. When Miles pulled away his face is complete flustered, "I been liking you for a while, Hobie. I just needed a sign to know if you did. I guess, I was overthinking it and-" This time the punker shut him off to give him another kiss.

Miles felt like he was on cloud 9, his arms wrapping around the punker's neck pulling for a deep kiss. When they finally pull away, they felt like they were finally completely. The two sat together on the chairs on the balcony, Hobie let Miles sit on his lap as they chuckle a bit. "I always let you sit on my lap, and you never knew I like you?"

"I mean, I get in my head too much. I thought you were fluid like that." Miles admits, "And you were waiting for me to confess to you? Dude, your lucky this hasn't gone for ten years!"

"Oh so, you admit our confession will be a slow burn, huh?" Hobie chuckles in amusement, "I guess, it's a good thing, huh?"

"Mmm, seeing you cry hurts me, you know?" Miles admits, "I thought something bad happen or you were really upset with me." He rested his head on his punker's chest just to listen to his heartbeat. "I'm sorry if I disappointed you. I should be better at confronting stuff like this..."

"No, Sunflower. I... I was just hurt that you didn't feel the same way as I did. You telling your mates about being single and no one wants you... it hurts, because I tried." He held his Sunflower's hand to kiss his knuckles, "Seeing you with another bloke broke me."

"Hobie, I never meant to hurt you, I just didn't think you felt the same way. You flirted with your friends and I thought I was just a friend you happened to flirt with."

"I'm sorry for mixing your feelings up, Sunflower. I... I didn't want to pressure you." He buries his nose into his Sunflower's tapered afro inhaling his tropical scent.

"Let's ended with we're finally together." Miles said with his hands holding onto Hobie's. "Your ready for us?"

"I've been ready, Sunflower." Hobie chuckles as he felt MIles' lips on his cheek. "I hope you know I'm not planning on letting you go any time soon."

"Good. I was hoping you'll say that." Miles giggles. The two pressed their foreheads together until they felt their spider-senses going off. They look over the large glass slide door to find their friends spying on them.

"Oh shit, they caught on!" Judge said.

Ganke slid open the door to find the whole glass shattering, "Awe man, how the hell I'ma tell my parents about this?"

Danika peeking over her man's shoulder, "Say a bird hit it."

"So are you two finally together?" Gwen asked through the broke glass slide door.

Hobie and Miles stare at each being amused, "Yeah, we're together." They held onto each other.

Pavitr cheered, "Whoa! Finally, we got ourselves a Punkflower couple in the gang!" The gang cheers.

"Finally! I swear to god, I was about to pop a blood vessel! You guys took forever to be together." Barbara said.

"Punkflower?" Miles asked.

Gwen shrugs, "I dunno, apparently every Spider-Band gang has a couple. We're the punk flower couple."

"I'm so writing this on my blog." Pavitr giggles.

"This call for a celebration! Let's get shit faced!" Judge shouted with a wolf howl. Pavitr and Gwen joins in as they went in the living room to get drunk.

Danika giggles, "So, you good with Ganke?" She looks at Hobie.

"Hey man, no offense." Ganke held his hand out for a truce. "Miles is my best friend."

Hobie got up having to carrying his Sunflower like a bride, "Ye, it's fine, bruv. But I'm still keeping an eye on you." He shook Ganke's hand.

"Hobie!" Miles pouted, "Be nice. Also, put me down!"

"Nuh uh, I told you I'm never letting you go!" Hobie held him tightly.

Ganke let out a sigh of relief while his girlfriend laugh, "Alright, you lovebirds. Let's go back to the party."

"And we need to clean up all that glass." Barbara saw the shattered glass on the floor.

"I'll get the broom." Ganke sighs.

"I'll help. Kinda my fault, bruv. Don't know my own strength." Hobie causally said, he finally put his Sunflower down when they enter inside away from the shattered glass.

Miles help Gankes fix up the mesh slide door to put in place, and tape trash bag on it so the cold breeze wouldn't get it. "So you did that to get Hobie riled up, huh?" Miles finally asked.

"Yeah, my bad. I thought ya'll were taking too long." Ganke admits.

"It's alright, man. I kinda figured." Miles chuckles, "But we gotta chill on that since Hobie is my man now."

"Hey, no worries. I'll be less touchy." Ganke said. "Anyway, we should get back to our dates."

Miles giggles, "You got the right." The two chuckles as they went back to the party, while their dates wait for them.

[starr-finn]

OKAY IMMA MAKE THIS TF2 ONE MORE SPECIFIC BC YES

- Okay so can I get Scout, Soldier, Demo, Engie, Spy and Sniper?

- If u can't do all of those please put emphasis on/do Scout bc this is mainly focused on him :>

- So Reader and (class name) are besties (whether it's since childhood or recent youh decide)

- They aren't just casual besties, they are CLOSE

- Like I mean, they do things in front of each other that not even besties would fr (not in a sexual way)

- Example: Enter the bathroom when one of them is showering/getting changed, sleeping in the same room/bed, so on

- (I know the bathroom one sounds sexual but it's not trust me)

- They're just so comfortable with each other they don't think much of it at all

- (Class name) only realises when another one of the mercs is like: 'huh that's sus'

- Like someone will go 'Hey I needed to tell Reader something where they at' and (Class name)'s like 'Oh they're in the shower rn but I can just go in and tell them'

- And the merc is like 'Dude what'

- And (Class name) is like 'Yeah what do u want me to say to them lol'

- But yeah later on Reader's just like sitting on the couch with the (Class name) sitting on the floor leaning behind them, while Reader is just playing with their hair/hugging them

- And that same merc is like 'Okay, so just to clarify, you guys aren't dating'

- And Reader's like 'Huh, why would u think we're dating lol'

- And merc is like 'Literally yesterday (Class name) casually went into the bathroom when you were showering-'

- Reader's like 'The shower is like a cubicle u can't even see me anyway'

- And Merc's like 'Yeah but- I-' and they just give up and are like 'You don't fjnd it weird at all (Class name)????'

- It's only like, later on (Class name) thinks about it and is like 'Huh, I guess that is something only couples do-'

- THEN THEY JUST PANIC ABOUT LIKE READER BC THEYRE LIKE 'WAIT ARE WE DATING??? NO???? NO WE'RE NOT???? BUT???? I THINK I WANNA DATE THEM????'

Ohhhh baby this one is good! I narrowed it down to Scout, Soldier, Engie and Sniper, because those ones are my favs! Hope you enjoy this Bestie!! I tried to make scout's longer than the others but that was a hard task seeing as I love them all, but let's hope scout's is the longest here!

Scout with a super close bestie reader

Authors note/Warnings: none?? pure fluff maybe mild angst

Scout!

Everyone thought you and Scout we're dating, you were both so comfortable around one another there was no way you weren't. Then Scout dropped the Bomb on them that you both were, In fact, not dating. It was a normal day around the Base, everyone was off doing there own thing, and Engie was looking for you, he had a question about the weapon you had broke, when he didn't find you, he decided to ask scout about it. he steps into the living room and stairs at him.

"Hey Scout? do you have any clue about where that partner of your's is?" He asked

Scout was about to answer before he stared Engie dead in the eyes "Engie, we're not dating...But they're in the shower, If you would like I could just go tell them" He says, moving from his comfortable leaning back position to sitting up straight, Engie stared in disbelief.

"ain't no way you kids ain't dating, you just walk in there while they're showering all the time"

Scout chuckles and stands up "Nah, we're not dating, just super close friends. What did you wanna ask them?"

Engie sighs softly"I'm just saying, It's like you two are dating, can you ask them what caliber they use for their gun? Thanks, Boy"

after Engie walks off, Scout starts going to the bathroom, he pushes open the door and smiles

"Hey bud! Engie wanted to know what caliber you use for your gun" he asks, smiling softly

You were in the middle of towel drying yourself, you look up at him and smile "Oh! I use 12.7 mm, tell him I said thank you for fixing the gun for me"

He nods softly and walks outside, the whole time he was walking around, telling Engie the caliber you use, and then walked back to his room, the whole way there, all he thought was 'Shit...Maybe I would like to date them..?' He sighs softly and takes a breath. He flops down on his bed and stares out the window. He started thinking about it, and maybe he did wanna date you, maybe he did wanna be closer than best friends with you, but did you feel the same? He didn't know.

[sokumotanaka]

Nah realistically this is how it'd go.

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I got alot to say about this so let's go down the line.

First and foremost;

The specific lyrics don't correlate on a comparison front. RWBY never showed Adam the light of day, they killed him, could of easily jailed him, fixed the racism in the world no need for it to be like our own. But the white writers were lazy and then tried to blame it on them being white! When they hired expensive voice actors and yes men all the time!

Second; My hero failed really hard in terms of addressing the prejudice they set at the start of the series. Apparently this was better adressed in the manga but I looked at it and it seems exactly the same there. It's very late that they talk about mutant prejudice and it's in the lense of a back flash where all the characters say it sucks but then never talk about it again. I don't know about you but when me and my friends talk about prejudice and anti POC racism, it's never just one time, we discuss it often.

It was weird to think that certain stores wouldn't let Froppy and Ojiro in cause they're mutated. (Despite a quirk being a mutation for everyone but SURE) You'd think the heroes would have opinions on this. And Izuku has the worst opinion on prejudice. In the later arcs people start not letting mutants into places, not even shelters while villains are roaming around! Deku comes across this giant fox girl that's being attacked by random dudes who claim that because she's walking around looking like that it scared them...scared them into attacking with lethal weapons on an unarmed woman.

Now if this were well written you'd have some form of social commentary, but Horikoshi sucks as a writer and Deku tells the woman who was attacked "I'm sure those guys were scared too." Which is horrible to tell a person attacked based on her appearance but SUUURE! That's def what I want to hear from the HERO PROTAGONIST! Then during the great ninja war they have a bunch of mutants turn towards the only black character in MHA and repeat things like "Don't shoot, we aren't looters, you'll never understand!" like black people don't face racism and prejudices....ever!

Quirks are still relatively new to the world, they didn't exist forever, it's not uncommon for your grandparents to be quirkless so it's not like mutants have faced decades of racial segregation (And that's not me brushing aside their suffering but having them turn to a black person and say 'you won't understand' is ...tone deaf.) And not to mention the only villain Spinner fighting for mutant equality by trying to take down the system, gets stopped by Shoji, a character who didn't get to BE one until he had to step in to fight another mutant- then him telling spinner "You're gonna set us back 40 years!" Is so silly and funny coming from a character the narrative didn't want to give and growth to till he had to fight his own people so they can stay marginalized I guess.

MHA has the same issue as RWBY where the narrative and writers think that second class citizens should sit on their hands and just *Wait* till racist and republicans want to give us equality, then, we'll earn in.

Series like these embarrass me, especially when people compare them too X-men cause neither of these shows have a dark skinned poc even in the main roster- Ororo, STOMPS on your all pale skinned cast of fictional races and people with tails who don't get to do crap. That series at least addresses the sigma, the prejudice, the unfairness and people get to be angry and tell off racist.

MHA and RWBY? They'd so much as FAINT if they had to talk about racial and societal issues.

[thebekashow]

A Cold night with Bob..

Rawr, this is cheesey lol. Both you and Bob are 34

(This is an au btw.)

You and Bob were in an apartment together, you had been friends for 2 years so you both knew each other pretty well. You loved it when he would cook, mainly whenever you were too sick to do so yourself. He was like that therapist friend, always listening and helping you through tough times. Though sometimes he would tease you and joke around you.

Today, on this particular day, it was snowing, and your heater in your bedroom had broken. It was late at night, so you were shivering in your blanket as you were hoping to warm up soon. However, because your fluffy blanket was in the washer, you were left with that cold "comforter" you had gotten from Wal-Mart. "Comforter my ass" you grumbled as you shivered.

You sighed and sat up, before looking through the closet for a fluffy blanket, or anything to help you with this freeze-frantic feeling that was keeping you awake. You found none, so you looked on the couch, and saw Bob watching Tv. Bob liked to pull all-nighters when he could. You peeked and saw he was watching 'Demon Slayer'. "Oh! Heya Y/N!" He said, grinning at you. You simply waved and looked for a fuzzy blanket. "You should really head to bed, Bob.." you said tiredly. "I know, I know. These cliffhangers are keeping me up though." He sighed, watching you look for a blanket. "Ya lookin' for somethin'?" "My heater broke, so it's cold in my room." "Oh! Well then you can sleep in my room, heck, I'll even join you!" Bob said, standing up. You looked at him, with a look that said "wait, what was that last part?". "Yeah, I don't mind sharing my bed. It's the same size as yours after all." Bob chuckled as he walked to his bedroom. You seemed hesitant, however you knew Bob wouldn't hurt you, he was too sweet to do anything bad to you. You walked to his bedroom and flopped onto his bed, you felt a soft blanket underneath you, he had those greek myth soft blankets that are heccing expensive. You got under the covers and it was warm.. really warm. You smiled and nuzzled into the pillow. "Comfy?" He asked, looking down at you. You looked and yelped when you saw two pairs of eyes looking at you. "Whats the matter?" "DUDE, YOUR EYES ARE GLOWING." "..Yeaah? They've always done that." "It's frigging weird.." You groaned, as Bob chuckled. He got into bed and looked at you. "Your gonna watch me sleep, aren't you." You sighed, looking back at him. "Nah, maybe oogle for a couple of hours." Bob snickered. You pouted and hit him with your pillow. "Goodnight ya goof." "Goodnight.." Bob responded, smirking. You looked at him and nuzzled close to him. He blushed in surprise. "Y-Y/N, wh-whaaaat the hell?" He yelped. You felt his back, jeez he was warm.. could it be because he flustered or just because? You honestly didn't care right now, all that mattered is that you were warm and cozy. "You're warm, Must snuggle" you said before closing your eyes. "..Yer not gonna let go, are you?" He sighed, looking down at you. You shook your head, smiling. He sighed again, more jokingly this time. "I guess I'll just be stuck here forever then" "ssh" "alright alright, goodnight. Again." He smiled, falling asleep..

I've never done Bob Velseb stories before so I apologize if it is rushed and corny ._ .)

[pancakes-talks]

I feel like I glazed over Nico running into Clovis in his dreams so often that they're both just used to it. Like at the time this came up Nico was panicking and needed to get information about camp fast and was over clovis' shit. But imagine them more relaxed running into each others dreams while Nico's at camp. I feel like it would still be a common occurrence but maybe they'd just chill out. Like Nico's dreaming about being at a weird amusement park on a beach but for some reason there's just a big ass hotel in the middle of the park. He goes into the lobby and immediately finds Clovis sleeping in the waiting area. My man just bonks him on the head waking him up and then drags him across the park for fun. Just silly shit like that. Will is always like:

"you say you and Clovis are friends but I never see y'all hang out?" And Nico's like

"nah, my guy, we hang out all the time."

But also imagine some nights Nico will just have normal dreams with "Clovis" in them but when he tries to talk to him about them with Clovis he has no idea what he's talking about.

"No, dude, I'm pretty sure we didn't go to the mall last night. I was dreaming about sleeping in my cabin again."

"No! You were literally right there what do you mean! What do you meeeaaan!"

And they just argue back and forth about which dreams are really them hanging out and which aren't. But Clovis would also tease Nico for dreaming about him.

"what? You gotta crush on me, Ghost boy?"

"you're the one dragging me into your dreams all the time. Why you wanna see me so bad, Sand boy?"

Sometimes they joke that Will is his awake boyfriend but Clovis is his asleep boyfriend. Just goofy lil guys, just a happy lil trio.

[msmargaretmurry]

"(you make my heart beat) like a hurricane" parentheticals can be included or just for context lol. as for pairing, i mean, matthew/leon brainrot, but if you can think of a more fitting one i'm all ears!

nah, let's go with the matthew/leon brainrot. what are we even on this earth for if we don't let the brainrot win sometimes?

so, ignoring the obvious punny impulse to concoct some sort of futurefic or alternate timeline where they both play for the hurricanes (carolina was runner-up in last summer's tkachuk sweepstakes, there's totally something that could be done there), i think what i'm feeling here is a tropey bottle episode of a fic. an "oh no, it's storming and you're stuck in my house overnight" fic.

actually, because i personally think it would be funny: an "oh no, it's storming and you AND your teammates are stuck in my house overnight" fic.

so, the oilers come to south florida pretty early in the season. it's still technically hurricane season, but the current tropical storm is only supposed to graze them, not make landfall, so no one is that concerned about it. how do we get a bunch of oilers over to matthew's house? i don't know, maybe something like — okay, so i believe in my heart for reasons that matthew and connor mcdavid aren't, like, FRIENDS friends but that they get along just fine and are kind of weirdly fond of each other off the ice (the reasons for this are like 90% just the fact that connor has referred to him as "matty tkachuk" more than once on camera), so maybe they wind up hanging out a bit at the NHL awards this summer, kinda laughing about the old battle of alberta rivalry days — maybe a reporter asked one of them about it in some weird attempt to make a story, like, oh you're not on rival teams anymore but would it still be extra fun to beat him out for the hart? and they both think that was kind of stupid and funny. connor has some great stories about media being deeply stupid and funny, they can bond over it a little bit, and so maybe matthew "loves to play host in his giant florida home" tkachuk, slightly drunk, is like, hey when you guys are in florida next season bring some of the boys over for dinner. bury the hatchet for real.

ANYWAY. god. okay. i'm just giving up on making these short now. the oilers come to florida pretty early in the season, etc etc, and connor shows up to dinner at matthew's with, like, leon and zach hyman and kailer — kailer and matthew overlapped for a year at the program, they could totally be friendly. everyone feels a little bit weird about this, including matthew and connor, who are the ones who committed to this in the first place, but no one involved is going to be the one to back down first.

but oooh, what of the leon of it all? when connor informed him he was coming along he probably snorted and said "yeah, i'm sure he'll love that," and connor rolled his eyes and said, "oh, come on, it'll be fine," and leon, unfortunately, is too loyal to not dutifully come along. someone has to be there to keep connor from being the most awkward human alive. and also maybe leon kind of wants to go. maybe he has something to say to matthew tkachuk, except it's really hard to get a guy alone for a conversation when you're on different teams and you're not friends and also one of you moved across the continent.

so they all show up for dinner when they get into town the night before the game, and it's a little weird and awkward at first, but it gets pretty fun, actually! sasha barkov and sam bennett are also there — for backup, just in case, matthew jokes — and it's a pretty good time! there is a series of comedic errors where every time leon thinks he's getting a moment alone to say something, he gets interrupted, because it's ALSO hard to have a conversation when there are five other dudes hanging around. it's also possible that matthew is avoiding him a little bit. this is understandable, considering the one and only time matthew ever texted him — hey, good series. good luck. take care of yourself, in the early, early morning hours of the morning after the oilers had eliminated the flames from the 2022 playoffs — leon never texted back.

not, like, on purpose. he was just distracted. by the playoffs. and he didn't know what to say. and he kept thinking about responding and then not responding and then it had been too long to respond without it being awkward, which was fine, it's not like they were friends, they only even had each other's numbers because someone put all the members of the pacific division all star team in a group chat that weekend in 2020, but leon has felt a tad bit guilty about it ever since. he just wants to apologize! then he can go on with his life with a clear conscience.

they eat; they drink; time flies when you're having fun; and then kailer looks out the window and goes, "oh shit, it's really coming down."

the tropical storm changed paths, and now there's a flood warning and it's no longer safe to drive. cue much checking of weather, and it becomes clear the safe thing to do is not go anywhere until morning. good thing i have guest rooms! matthew says. we don't want to impose like that, connor starts to protest, but matthew puts his foot down: he is NOT dealing with the drama that would happen if the best hockey player in the world got swept out to sea on his watch. and it's important for everyone else to stay safe too, or whatever. between the guest rooms and the sofas, there's plenty of room. connor calls the oilers coach about it, it's all gonna be fine.

leon finally gets matthew alone when matthew is cleaning up in the kitchen after insisting he doesn't want any help, so everyone else is sprawled in the living room watching sports. no one's getting wasted because they have a game tomorrow, but everyone's had a few beers, and it's getting a little rowdy. leon says he's getting a glass of water and find matthew washing the steak knives. he awkwardly thanks matthew for dinner ("hey, thanks for coming, always fun to have people over," matthew says) and then, also awkwardly, apologizes for not texting back. you know, a year and a half ago. there was a lot going on. he was on a lot of painkillers.

matthew hisses and drops the knife he's washing into the sink. leon's at his side in seconds, but it's a shallow cut, and matthew just rolls his eyes and sticks the wounded finger in his mouth. which is a better reason than leon has previously had to look at matthew's mouth, at least.

but— "it's no big deal. the texting thing," matthew says, around his finger, then normally when he takes it out of his mouth to add, "i was really fucking drunk when i sent it anyway. i don't know what i was thinking." he trails off a bit at this last part, because leon has taken it upon himself to examine the wound — it really is fine; matthew's finger is more red from his own teethmarks than from the cut.

anyway, it's good that matthew wasn't upset about the texting thing, he says. he'd felt bad about it. he didn't know if matthew was trying to be friends or what. and matthew gives him this funny little look and is like, "well, we could be friends." leon looks up from the very important medical attention he's providing, except now he's just looking at matthew's mouth again. he considers some variations on the definition of "friend."

except of course they're interrupted here by a commotion from the next room, which completely breaks the moment, and the next few hours of hanging out in matthew's living room with all the guys go pretty normally, except for how leon keeps catching matthew looking at him, and which keeps making matthew give him this sheepish grin before looking away, which makes leon feel some very stupid things. there's something in the water down here, he thinks. he has a disease now. he has a matthew tkachuk disease. when everyone starts shuffling off to bed at a semi-reasonable hour, matthew running around distributing towels and spare toothbrushes and whatever else people need, leon hangs back, poking at his weird little feelings, until matthew comes back downstairs to ask with a crooked grin, "so did you draw the short straw for the couch down here?"

"more like wrestled it away from connor," leon deadpans. matthew is all loose and cheerful like someone who's still a little tipsy, and leon knows logically that he's also a little bit drunk, but he feels very sober. maybe this is why it seems totally logical, when matthew gets close enough, to tug him in by the hem of his shirt and kiss him on the mouth.

he gets about three seconds of kissing in before actual logic kicks in, and he jerks back — "shit, sorry, i don't know why i did that." matthew just kind of stares at him for a mortifyingly long moment, brow furrowed, then he licks his lips and swallows and says, "you know, there's somewhere else you could sleep besides the couch."

and oh, leon is so tempted. he's SO tempted. but it's a bad idea, right? it's probably a bad idea, especially with all the other guys in the house. so.

"probably not a very good idea," he says, apologetic. matthew gives him a half-smile and a shrug, says to let him know if he needs anything, and goes back upstairs.

except after a couple of hours of lying on the couch, after everyone else has fallen asleep, obviously leon tiptoes up to matthew's room and they immediately have intense, fucknasty trying-to-stay-quiet sex. literally everyone can tell the next morning, and they never, ever, ever live it down.

[eyesoverinfinity]

Life is a countdown that we can't see.

Keith x Dave ship fanfic, my first non-au fanfic, hope you enjoy!

(20 days until Savannah outbreak)

Keith was having a good day, the sun was shining, he just got out of the ER and he was going work with his boyfriend Dave and best friend Ellis.

Man, it was good to be-

He tripped over a tool box that he failed to see.

"Ah fuck."

Before he hit the floor, someone grabbed him.

"Come on man, ya just got out! don't knock yerself out AGAIN!" it was Ellis. His best bud.

He was wearing one of the twin hats they both had and the yellow shirt from their band, 'the Bullshifters'. Keith used to have one too, but made the mistake of wearing it the day he tried to make fire works. Keith smiled as Ellis got him back on his feet.

"Heh, sorry dude. Didn't see the toolbox."

"You need to pay attention man, Dave has been suggesting that we get ya eyes checked."

"Ellis the last thing I need is to go to more doctors."

"Are you sure? I think you'd look great with glasses." Another voice said from inside.

Keith turned to see David. His plain white, button up shirt and dark grey pants complementing his cherry red glasses that shone in the sun. Dave adjusted his glasses, allowing Keith to see his cornflower blue eyes as he smiled at him.

"How are you Keith?"

"Hey Dave, same old same old." Keith smiled as he stared lovingly into David's eyes as Dave stared back. He had missed this, if he could he would stay there forev-

"Keith and Dave? Earth to Keith and Dave? We got work to do!" Ellis chuckled.

Keith and Dave both stopped, both blushing furiously.

"Um, see you after work! Love you!" Dave spluttered, picking up his notepad and going back to accounting.

"Love you too!" Keith cried back as he rushed off to the car they'd be working on today.

"I should record you two doing that one of these days." Ellis grinned as he grabbed a replacement wheel for said car.

"Shut up." Keith sighed.

(15 days until Savannah outbreak)

The news said that Pennsylvania had been hit by a sickness called the "Green flu". Weird name in Keith's opinion, but hey he wasn't a...

"Darling?" Keith asked

"Yes mon cœur?" asked Dave

He loved it when Dave called him that.

"what do you call a... um... sickness scientist?"

"There's quite a few words for that, but in this case it would be an epidemiologist."

"Thanks" Keith said, kissing the top of Dave's head.

"Your welcome love."

The sun was coming through the window, illuminating the room. The light wasn't too bright, and Keith smiled as it hit the picture of his family that he had hung in the room.

"You think you should get out of bed?" Dave asked, not moving.

"Nah. it's too nice to go outside, I'd rather stay in here with you." Keith answered, "Besides, we always have tomorrow."

Then there was a pause.

"Wait, why only me?"

"Because today is the day you retake your driving test."

"FUCK!"

He rushed out of bed, getting dressed as the love of his life laughed good naturedly from under the covers.

(10 days until Savannah outbreak)

Not much more news had come from Pennsylvania. Keith felt that meant that things where calming down.

Dave thought otherwise.

But for now they were putting that beside them, It was Keith's little brother Steven's 10th birthday. and they tried to keep things like the eternal wet blanket that was mainstream news away from him.

They knocked on the door of Keith's childhood home. The door was opened by his older bother, Paul.

"Hey love-birds, How's things?"

"Not bad," Dave said "I've been studying for my final accountants exams and Keith has passed his driving test again."

"How many times do have to lose it before you aren't allowed to take it again?" Paul joked.

"I don't know man, I'll find the limit some day." Keith said.

They walked into the old wooden house, the paint was a light blue was covered by the pictures of friends, family and places. The floor was a polished oak at one point, but had been worn away with time. Windows from other rooms where lighting up the hallway, it was mostly empty as any tripping hazards were removed whenever Keith comes over.

He had missed his old home, not that he disliked living with his darling of course. But he couldn't help but remember the good times as he passed his now emptied room, that had become a study for their Dad, who was a doctor.

Ah, his room.

Somehow the room he never got injured in.

But that was in the past. Now, it was Steven's day.

They went out into the back yard. The grass was covered in confetti from before they got there, the tree's and chairs each had a a different coloured balloon. Keith knew that Steven's seat was the one with the purple balloon, as that was his favourite colour.

The table for the gifts was placed under the old plum tree. The adults where sat under there, talking about various adult things. The kids were over by the food table, on the other side of the yard.

Steven was with his friend's, they had made a fort around the table with a sign that said "fort food" with the 'r' around the wrong way.

Dave went to see the adults and put the present for Steven (a remote control car), on the table. Keith went to see Steven and add to the food pile.

"Halt!" Said a small voice, It was Steven's best friend Daisy. Her strawberry blond pigtails rested on her shoulder as her sapphire blue eyes stared out at him.

"Who dare approach? State your name 'n purpose!"

"My name is Keith, I come with Hershey's bars."

Keith heard the sound of children's voices from within the cardboard fort.

"You may enter! Open the gates!" Daisy said from behind the cardboard.

Keith had to get on his knees and shuffle in, but was met by foam swords.

"Congratulations! You are a prisoner!" Said Alexander, another one of Steven's friends.

"Oh no." Keith said. Trying to not smile.

"Oh yes!" said the red head boy, "Now you will see the king!"

Steven shuffled forward.

"I am the king!"

"Wow, hello king!"

"Hand over the chocolate!"

"I guess I have no choice."

He handed over the Hershey's bars and sat in the small handmade castle, watching happily as his little brother and their friends ate the 'ill gotten gains'. As he was put in 'prison' to be 'saved' by Paul later.

It was good to see his brothers again.

(8 days until Savannah outbreak)

His back still hurt from crouching in the cardboard fort from two days ago, but if he told Steven that he'd cry from guilt. He was sensitive like that, although he had began to become numb it Keith's many accidents like everyone else he knew.

"That's for the best" Keith thought to himself as he drove Steven to school. He didn't want his baby bro to be upset over things not in his control. Specially when it happens every other week.

"How you doing back there bouncy ball?" Keith asked, Steven rarely sat still, much like Keith. It looked like they also had ADHD like him, but he hadn't been diagnosed yet.

"Good." Steven says. He was kicking his legs in excitement. Unlike most people he liked Mondays because his favourite lesson was on. Drama.

Steven loved song and dance and plays. He liked watching old movies in his free time, (although he was too sensitive for their parents to let him watch anything sadder than a Disney movie because otherwise he'd be brought to tears) and he was good at acting.

The boy loved school. Unless it was math. That brought him to tears for a different reason. Keith could relate.

His little brother was jumping up and down in his seat.

"Hey, try not to do that in the car ok?" Keith said,

"Aww" was Steven's reply. Keith felt like a hypocrite for that, but it was better than him getting hurt.

"Remember what we say about me when I'm in charge?"

"Do as you say, not as you do."

"Correct!"

They pulled up at the school. God was he glad to not have to go there anymore.

"Have a good day Stevie!" Keith waved as he stopped the car to let Steven leave.

"Bye Keith!" Steven waved back as he ran to Daisy, who'd just been dropped off.

Now that Steven was gone, Keith turned on the news.

"The silence from Pennsylvania has spread throughout the country. as people start to question the government on the blackout of information from the quarantine zone, videos of people attacking each other have been leaked from personal satellite's. The borders to Mexico and Canada have been closed, as well as flights to other countries such as Australia, Britain and-"

Keith shut the radio off.

While Dave listened to the news like it was a life line, it made Keith feel like he was drowning. If you paid attention to every bad thing the news talked about you'd think the world was about to end.

He stopped at the empty road, no one was coming from any side. The anxiety of what was happening in other cities with the green flu lead to quite a few people staying home. Of course while a lot of people in this city would likely be walking around even if it was illegal, the number of those who stayed inside was enough to mess with the normal traffic flow.

it didn't help that the news of the green flu and the following riots were scaring off tourists.

It would be REALLY easy to go through that red light. Keith delved into his pocket. Dave had left a note for when he had thoughts like this. He pulled out the small note, upon it read.

"NO. love Dave <3"

Keith sighed.

"The things I do for love."

(4 days until Savannah outbreak)

"You look amazing darling!" Keith assured

"Are you sure?" Dave asked, he was wearing a pale red suit to go to the Savannah counsel meeting.

"Of course! Even if you didn't, which is quite a feat for you by the way, those guys love you."

"Can't say the same for them" Dave muttered.

The majority of the Savannah council were racist.

Dave had originally not wanted to join, but eventually did to help weed out the old men who really had no business being there. (without murder)

The meeting was about how to deal with the approaching Green Flu and the rumours surrounding it. The news was all over the place with what was happening in the quarantine zone, with different stations saying different things about the lethality of the green flu and how it spreads, even what it did to someone once infected. CEDA denying a lot of things didn't help either.

Something the news agreed is that the 'flu', which many were claiming it wasn't one but something far worse, was spreading at an terrifying rate and that the government was organising evacuations for many major cities.

Including Savannah.

Dave and the rest of the council was going to organise with CEDA agents where to put the evacuation points, how many helicopters are needed to evacuate people, etc, to help as many people as possible.

"You'll be great Dave." Keith said, gently pressing his forehead against Dave's.

Dave smiled nervously, "Thanks Keith."

They both kissed and Dave left.

Watching him drive away into the centre of the city, Keith was called by Ellis.

"Hey man, how's things?"

"Hey Keith, Dave's gone to the meeting right?"

"Yeah he just left."

"Man, I wanted to wish him luck."

"You can call him when he gets back." Keith shrugged.

"I can't believe that the government's making us leave!" Ellis complained. None of them had ever liked the government and institutes of power in general, for a wide range of reasons. But this was a time that Keith was forced to say:

"It's better than the alternative. You wanna get stuck in Twilight zone?"

That's what people on the street called the quarantine area. On account of no one knowing jack shit about whets going on in it and the info that has slipped threw the cracks was vague and ominous.

"Maybe if they TOLD us what we were running from I'd agree with ya. But Ma's already out of town visiting family in Alaska, I don't wanna leave all our shit alone." "I'll come over and help you hide your stuff under the floor boards tomorrow if it makes you feel better."

"That'd be great, thanks man."

"Anytime."

"I'ma get back to ya later, I'm working on the apocalypse-proof truck." "Alright. Have fun!"

Ellis hung up. Leaving Keith to look into a sky where the city lights choked out stars.

(1 day until Savannah outbreak)

Keith had volunteered to help escort/herd people into the whirly birds. His family was evacuating from Steven's school and had suggested that he come too. But Keith wanted to make sure as many people got out as possible.

There were a lot of zones and from the looks of it the whole thing was a rushed mess. Course he would know, Dave spent an hour crying over how bad it turned out.

"They put one on a hotel that had thirty flights of stairs, THIRTY!" His lover had cried into his arms. "They didn't even have wheel chair access!"

The good news was a lot of people were volunteering to help others. Granted it wasn't an overwhelming amount. The line up was about 10 people including him, but that's was because most people assumed that CEDA could take care of everything.

Keith didn't trust the organisation of something this big left only to CEDA. Especially after Dave crying into his arms about how badly the meeting had gone. Not that it was only CEDA's fault, from what Keith could gather the Savannah council had been unwilling to let people land whirly birds in Forsyth park because "That would ruin the lawn." but allowed places like the previously mentioned 30 fleets of stairs hotel. Some poor souls would be left for dead there because of how long it'd take to get there, he knew it.

The whole thing was a mess and Keith just wanted to make sure everyone possible could make it out safe.

The line reached him.

"Name?" asked the man in front of him.

"Keith Murphy"

"Volunteer or emergency evac?" emergency evac was registering for the priority list. being disabled, immunocompromised, ect.

"Volunteer." Keith answered

"Oh thank god." whispered the man, that was not the reaction Keith had been expecting.

"Ok, you will be evacuating people on evac zone 18, in the business district. You need to be there by 8:00am and be ready to deal with possible unrest. Can you do that?"

"Yes sir."

The man sighed in relief. "Your a life saver kid, there's barley enough CEDA agents to man every station as it is.... You didn't hear that from me." He quickly added.

Keith shrugged, to say the truth he already knew, he had told his family but they all decided that it would be quicker to leave on a chopper than on the roads, as they would undoubtably get blocked with traffic, or at least that's what Paul said. Ellis said that his truck should get threw anything and Keith was inclined to agree.

After signing some forms the man gave him the address of the evac and said to be and Keith left. The card also said an email would tell him of any other volunteers that would be paired with him.

No email came.

(8:00 hrs until Savannah is overrun)

Keith thought back to yesterday, when he had been tasked with evacuating people in the business district.

"God that was a mistake." He thought to himself.

Not that he didn't want to help people. But two people that came to this evac zone didn't understand the concept of a line or sharing.

"I'm getting on!"

"No I am!"

"There's enough space for everyone." The CEDA agent he was paired with assured. "Please remain calm." She slowly moved them to the edge of the building to stop them from blocking the line.

Keith was busy leading people who WEREN'T fighting to get on one of the five large choppers, into said choppers. As the two old people, who looked like two CEO's of rival business, yelled their heads off not to get on, but seemingly so the other gets left behind.

It reminded him of customer service on black Friday and had he been the more vengeful type he'd may of been tempted to leave them both here just for reminding him of that dark time.

But that wasn't his style. He was a live and let live kind of person. Although that didn't mean he'd go out of his way to save someone who wanted someone else dead when innocent people where right in front of him.

So he shook his head and lead the next lot of people in.

(6:00 hrs)

The last chopper was almost full and the two CEOs were. Still. arguing.

Keith wondered if they even noticed that there was a world around them anymore, they were so consumed in their hatred that they didn't notice it.

They didn't notice the other helicopters leaving.

They didn't notice buildings in the distance catch fire.

They didn't notice the sounds of destruction on the streets coming steadily closer.

While the home Keith had grown up in was burning to the ground because of the unknown, those two continued with some petty feud.

They had been auguring for so long the CEDA agent had seemed to give up on evacuating them. Keith wasn't even sure the two would notice if they leave.

But by god, if he did indeed exist, Keith couldn't leave without TRYING to get them to look around and smell the burning reality. He sighed to himself, internally knowing this likely wasn't worth it. Either they'd both get on, or neither of them would.

"Hey, guys?" Keith tried to get their attention.

There was no change in the two.

"You two! The last chopper is leaving! You want on or not?"

One of them got louder and, was the other one growling?

"Um... Guys?"

The one that was growling tackled the other off the top of the building.

It happed so fast Keith didn't have time to react. He stood there for a good few seconds trying to figure out how or why that happened. They were mad, this world had gone mad.

They ran back to the chopper, just as the CEDA agent got on, and closed the door behind them.

"Were are the other two?" The agent asked

"One of them tackled the other off the building! I don't know what happened!"

"Where you close to them?" she asked immediately.

"Wh- No. I was still about 8 feet from them."

"Ok. Pilot! Get us out of here!"

That conversion was... over oddly quickly. Keith's gut told him that something wasn't right, not a common occurrence but never wrong when it's come up before.

But he didn't even know where to start talking about what just happened, and with the CEDA agent going to check on the others in the chopper he didn't feel it was the time.

He turned to the window slits to look at his hometown.

Keith had always loved fire, even if fire loved him a bit too much. So there was an odd beauty to seeing the world burn.

"How had it come to this?" Keith thought in melancholy. "The movies taught us it takes 28 days for the world to go to hell.... I guess they were a week off."

He sighed aloud, there was nothing for it now... God he hated feeling so responsible.

He looked to the street, unable to see anyone still left. from the traffic it looked like people had abandoned their cars to get away. He looked closer in a morbid curiosity.

Then he saw something, something big.

It was a fleshy, sunburnt thing, towering over the car's around it. Keith would of thought that he had hallucinated it due to stress if a women next to him hadn't screamed and pointed out the troll like creature.

(5:00 hrs)

The massive, horrid thing ripped the road out of the ground and threw the heap of rock straight at them.

The pilot tried his best to get out of the way, but there was not enough time to avoid the bolder in the first place. The tail was ripped of the rest of the vehicle like paper.

The impact almost made Keith fall out then and there. The rubble from parts of the asphalt covered him and would of filled his lungs if he hadn't stopped breathing from the shock.

"Mayday! Mayday!" The pilot said as they plummeted to the earth, Keith barely heard him over the screams of the others, he was so fuelled with panic couldn't hear if he was screaming too.

The chopper hit the ground.

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(1:00 hr)

Keith woke up in pain. Not a rare occurrence to be fair, but this was a rare time that he woken up not on a bed.

He took note of where he could feel, all of his limbs felt terrible, but they moved when he told him too. So that was good. He turned his head, seeing human hand stick out from-

'Nope. Can't deal with that right now.' Keith's mind went as he turned his head the other way. 'Focus on you.'

He slowly got up, apart from the initial pain, there didn't seem to be anything he couldn't heal from. He felt a buzzing in his front pocket, his phone by some miracle had not been decimated by the crash.

He answered the phone.

"Hello?"

(00:60)

"Keith?!" Dave exclaimed from the other end. "Where are you?! I've been calling you for at least 3 hours now!"

"My whirly bird crashed! It was hit by.- God I don't even know, some huge fucking thing threw a slab of concrete at it! I survived the crash but I don't think anyone else did. I've been out that whole time."

(00:55)

"That's... Oh god that was your helicopter?! I saw that go down!"

"Where are you?"

"In a different one! I have Steven with me."

Oh thank God, was all Keith could think.

(00:50)

"Do you know where Paul and my parents are?"

"No, Last time I checked they were headed for evac with my family."

"And Ellis?"

"I don't know. Said something about his own way out?"

"Stay with Steve. I'll find a different evac point."

(00:40)

"Don't go t҉o҉ t҉h҉e҉ m҉a҉l҉l҉"

"What?"

"Don't go to the mall! I can see it being overrun from here!"

Keith didn't know what Dave meant by that, but he didn't have time to ask.

He realised Dave had said something.

"Dave you're breaking up"

"Steven wants to talk to you."

"Put him on"

(00:30)

"Keith?" said a shaky voice, it hurt his heart just to hear the boy like that.

"Hey Bouncy ball."

"Are you going to be ok?" This made Keith stop, he was never this direct.

"Of course! It's me after all! I always turn out ok!"

"Promise?" Steven sounded close to tears.

"I promise." Keith said. He knew he couldn't stay on for long "Stay with Dave, he'll look after you."

He heard a noise that sounded like a yes.

(00:20)

"OK, I'm going to find my way to you and everything will be fine ok?"

"And you won't let the monsters get you?"

"Nah, No monster could get me!"

His body had turned ice cold, he didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like what he was seeing when he looked between the lines.

But what could he do? He wanted to go look for the rest of his family, but that could lead to him getting into more danger. They could take care of themselves, Keith decided. They were smart people.

He breathed out, then spoke into the phone.

(00:10)

"I love you, ok Steven?" Keith said, knowing those could be his last words to him.

(00:09)

"I love y-" The phone cut out before Steven could finish. Keith quickly checked his phone, The battery was fine, but the connection had ceased to work.

(00:08)

He heard a noise, a scream from down the road.

(00:07)

He turned to look for the source of the voice, to see if he could help.

(00:06)

But the scream was swallowed up by a choirs of maddened roars

(00:05)

As he saw what could only be described as a title wave, Keith saw too late what Dave and Steven had meant.

(00:04)

Now all he could do was run.

(00:03)

He turned to do so,

(00:02)

But found the other side had a similar storm of bodies.

(00:01)

He braced himself, the hoard was upon him.

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[ynbabe]

Jason Todd / Red Hood anxious to get you under the mistletoe cause he is in love with you so bad and doesn't know what to do because he is afraid to scare you away if he confess

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Christmas in Gotham was just how you would expect, dark, dreary, and overall miserable... At least that's what Jason would say. 

His brothers called him the Grinch but that wasn't true, he used to love Christmas, as any child would, but crime alley, being an orphan, being robin, and dying, had taken the joy out of everything in his life. Christmas was especially worse, because he saw Tim and Damian and Steph and Cass with Bruce, having the Christmas he'd wished for. 

And he was stuck, all alone, in a sucky apartment in the narrows making sure the streets were safe, making sure everyone got the Christmas they deserved but where was his Christmas, when did he get to be happy?

"Hey, Jay!" He stopped in his tracks as the familiar voice broke the static and spoke out through his comms. Y/N, the only one who he trusted, the only one who was waiting for him at home, the only one he could call home.

"Hi, Y/n," He began walking again, surprised by the softness in his voice.

"When you comin' home, dude, I've been decoratin' for like an hour, already." the person on the other end of the line said, some noises of rummaging following soon after.

"What you miss me already?" He responded with a small smirk, making his way back.

"Nope, I just want my gift," they deadpanned making Jason give a fake gasp.

"Is that all you care about?" he joked heaving himself up the ground onto the first-floor window, using ledges to make his way up to his apartment on the second floor, "I am wounded," the man said making you laugh, he looked through the window to see you sitting on the sofa, talking to him, fidgeting with your hair.

He knocked on the window, making you jump and screech at the sight of him, he smiled under his hood as you heaved with your hand on your chest.

You walked up to the window and slammed it open, "I hate it when you do that," You pulled him in with the cuff of his leather jacket. "Bro, there is a door for a REASON," You ranted falling back on the sofa, and laying down again.

Jason laughed, taking off his helmet and jacket, and looked around the room, it was covered in reds and greens, with white streamers running all around the ceiling, and a big Christmas tree was in the corner of the living room, it had gold, silver baubles and a few of Jason's guns and knives as a long-running joke between the two.

He sat on the sofa pushing your feet off, making you whine about 'needing rest after saving Christmas you Grinch'. He looked at you to roll his eyes but paused as soon as he saw the small green plant, hanging on the beam above the middle of the sofa.

It made his mind run at speeds to places where he didn't want to go to. 

He had known you for two years now, and the both of you were just friends but every time he looked at you, every time he spoke to you, he felt something else, something he didn't feel with his other friends.

He didn't know what to tell you, would you be weirded out? Would you hate him? Would you leave him?

"Jace, are you okay?" you said pulling him out of his mind, he hadn't even realized he had stopped talking while looking up at the mistletoe.

He looked back at you with shakey hands, he didn't know what to say, but he couldn't stay quiet anymore.

"I, um, I have to tell you something," you sat up, coming closer to him, the atmosphere suddenly serious, "please don't hate me after this but I think I like you and I get it if it's weird now and you don't wanna talk anymore but-" He began ranting but you interpreted him by placing your lips on his, making him freeze in place, slowly warming up to the touch.

"You don't this is weird? You aren't pissed at me right?" He asked after stopping, a bright red blush on his face.

"Nah, I heard you talking to Dick about it last week, why do think I put up the mistletoe?" You smirked at him making him groan and roll his eyes, falling back onto the sofa, dragging his hands over his face.

"I hate you so much."

"You know you love me."

"Shut up."

[night-faye]

"Let the demon child come out and play!" everybody who knows Nezha lore turns to stare at the camera. I knew with this episode, you'd have two more reasons to hate Peng than just Macky and Mei lol. "This isn't worth your life." "You're right. It's worth far more than that." *sighs in lore.* You need therapy too, this show made it worse. "No matter what options it's giving you, you're always going to end up in the same spot." "Ooooh, thanks Macaque. You went through more effort than usual to make me feel like dirty dirt dirt. Good job, round of applause." ABSOLUTELY CRACKING UP AT MK DISHING OUT ALL THIS SASS AND MACKY'S STUMPED LOOK AND AWKWARD EYE ROLL gosh that face- "You were supposed to realize by now that the choices the game's giving you aren't the only choices you've got. Life isn't some pre-written thing like a video game where you have to do what the tutorial says." "It's time to start making your own choices. Something I wish I'd learned a lot sooner than I did." DULY NOTING THIS DOWN FOR THE S4 SPECIAL. We know, it's hard for you to be pushy when you were younger, always following Wukong and friends. Also ow, the cut to the drawing they made together :') two different art styles, they DID draw that together and Wukong kept it all this time :') :') :') Well now that we're in the S4 special uh hehe, you can see where it comes in :) "Only you get to decide who you are, kiddo." That had NO right to be as soft as it was. Haha yep, very weird how the Celestial beings instantly react to that. Only other thing those three have in common excluding MK is dying and being brought back in different ways.

1) SoySauce Duo is a TREASURE. It's so funny watching MK gush about how Wukong was all cute and cheeky, no WAY he did nothing wrong. "Sir, my client is just a fluffy monkey. Let him go. Is it a crime to be silly?" He'd make a great lawyer lol. Meanwhile, Macky is RIGHT THERE lol. It's ok we already heard his perspective. But he's holding back and is just like.......dude. did you even read the book.

2) Love love love the trope of Macky constantly collecting more monkeys. Those little guys missed him a lot, surely. Also LOL at MK laughing at Macky's expense over being called "bud." There's a misconception that Macky would be calling Wukong "peaches" nah that's all stuff like "your majesty" meanwhile Wukong is nicknaming this grumpy ball of fluff something cute like "peaches." Hard agree with his anguish tho like tell us what happened already for realsies we're still waiting for part 2!! 3) "We have to try. He'd do the same for any of us." Meanwhile Macky: *thinking back to MK's S3 rant and the cave divorce* "I can't believe I'm sticking my neck out for Wukong. Again." says monkey not being forced to do anything. Love also, how he apparently read all 2,000 pages of this book. just divorced ex-best friend nemesis you want to kill things. ALSO 😭 that "Wukong, what have you done." has crazy emotion. you two know each other so deeply. Notice how Wukong's eyebrows used to be all messy like Macky's here 🤔 something something, monkey who tries to appear more like a civilized human to belong somewhere and not be seen as a savage beast. 4) Who knows really why Macky was bandaging himself alone or what fight he got into off screen. Just warrior things. But hey 👀 that promise he reminded Macky of in the 2nd ep this season. It is ILLEGALLY CUTE AND PRECIOUS how Wukong is able to dispel any doubts or concerns Macky has just by poking him all goofy like that and UGH THE CUTE SHY SMILES THAT HE CAN'T HELP BC OF HIS STUPID OPTIMISTIC SHINING LIGHT OF A FRIEND and the FREAKING HAIR RUFFLE "Quit it, eat your dang peach." He says with a complete smile audible in his voice bc his friend is stupidly endearing. "You're a peach!" OKAY WUKONG.

>*throws myself off a cliff*<

[bylertruther]

i just find it endlessly fascinating that when it comes to who and what allegedly ruined the trio's day at rink-o-mania...

eleven tells angela that she ruined her day for humiliating her like that in front of everyone, and

mike tells will that he sabotaged their day by moping, rolling his eyes, and barely saying anything.

.... right after eleven got harassed and humiliated by everyone on tape and ran away crying btw. like, literally right afterward. that all just happened to his girlfriend, the person he allegedly thinks is the most incredible person in the world, and yet the one that's he's blaming, is angry with, and was secretly watching like hawk that whole time is will, because... he wasn't talking to him or cracking so much as a smile at his jokes, which hurts because mike is upset, too, but at least he's still trying and will isn't.

so clearly he's the bad guy here and the reason they're all upset. not angela and her cowardly friends who did something terrible and unwarranted to his girlfriend, but... will. his best friend who he felt like he lost, who was the one thing that made his home feel like home because he's different than all their other friends, whose drawings still adorn his walls, who never reached out despite him still trying and trying and trying to get through to him, and who now doesn't even want to talk to him apparently, but has the nerve to blame him for what happened to them.

that's who ruined their day according to mike.

not angela, but will.

but, like, yeah no that totally tracks, dude. definitely 100% makes heterosexual and totally non-insane sense, michael. you're definitely not proving that you lost focus a long time ago and that you're hurt because you feel like your feelings for him, whatever they may be, aren't reciprocated, nah. will is totally, undoubtedly the weird one at fault here and what happened to eleven was no biggie in comparison nor was it the more pressing matter at the moment. #justnormalguythings 💯. 🤨

[tainted-by-skeletons]

Reader X Sans X Grillby (Part 3)

NSFW Warning

“Why are you two talking about me like I'm not here?” Grillby interrupted.

“Eheh. Sorry.” I apologized.

“You're being weird today Grillbz.” Sans butt in. “What are you trying to do?”

“What do you mean? I'm just having fun tonight.”

“Nah. I don't believe you. Are you trying to get in bed with us?”

Grillby's expression gave everything away. Still, he tried his best to keep his secrets.

“Now why would I do that? I wouldn't risk ruining your friendship. That would be terribly awkward. Wouldn't it?”

I shrugged as Grillby slid us two tall red drinks. I personally didn't think it was weird to have a drunk fling with a friend. If feelings got involved then it would be weird.

“I can't believe you. We're not your toys ya know.”

“Not yet.” I said before I took a sip of the drink.

“Ugggh. You're way too horny.”

“Heheh. I can't help it. I'm a man. Hey, that reminds me. Do you gotta dick?”

Sans spit out his drink and Grillby started literally roaring with laughter. I laughed along with him but I didn't stop the pressure on Sans. I stared at him until he answered me.

“You don't need to know. So I don't need to tell you.”

“So like… it doesn't matter if I grope you because I don't know if you have genitals.”

“That is not how it works!”

“So if I take your clothes off, it's okay if I see you naked. Because I'm under the reasonable assumption you have nothing you need to hide.” Grillby joined in.

“No! You're not stripping me!”

I didn't know how far I could push the subject. Sans wasn't threatening to leave but I didn't think he would threaten to. I was pretty sure he'd just go.

“Yeah. I don't wanna see that anyway. It probably looks weird as hell.” So I tried a different strategy.

“Dude. That wasn't cool.” Sans said.

Just as I planned, my comment infuriated Grillby. He slammed a hand on the table and leaned in towards me.

“What gives you the right to comment on someone else? Are you directing attention away from yourself?”

“What?!”

Sans snickered. That didn't go as planned at all. I was hoping Grillby would start defending Sans’ honor by complimenting him and gushing over him. But instead my four inch was at risk of exposure.

“If you want a dick to be seen I have an idea to accomplish that. Why don't we take a look at your body then? Since you seem so excited to use it tonight.”

“Woah! Hey! T-th-there’s no need for that!”

“Heh. Know what? I think I'll let this slide. Since you seem like you deserve it.” Sans said as he sat back in his chair and took a sip of his drink.

“What?! Hey! What happened to you u not wanting to do that! I-I’m not gonna strip for you guys!”

“You're gonna have to, little boy. Or I might hurt you when I burn off your clothes.” Grillby threatened.

“Aah! Nooo! You monsters are crazy!”

“Heh. Humans. You guys are such pussies. It's just a little fire magic.”

One thing I've learned about monsters is that they get seriously hurt a lot and they don't seem to mind it. Assault and serious injuries aren't really a big deal to them. It's just part of their culture. It keeps them strong.

Grillby put out his hands and made a groping motion as he came around the bar and started moving towards me. Sans was laughing his ass off as I backed away from Grillby. My body started shaking very obviously. It seemed to entertain the two.

“Poor little boy. You really don't want us to see your dick. Do you? Hmhm~ Is it that small?”

Sans attempted to say something but he couldn't get anything out through his laughter.

“Grillby please! You don't have to do this!”

“Ohhhh don't you want me to? I thought you were trying to get in our pants. It's only fair you sacrifice yourself to us first.”

“Noo! Why do you have to say it like that?!”

“Aw come on bud." Sans said. "You're not scared of us. Are you? Come on. What am I gonna do? Throw a bone at you?”

“You're not the one I'm scared of! I'm still one man against two and one of them is made of fi-*gasp!* H-how!?”

Something on my lower back tingled and before I could figure out what it was, my pants were pulled down to my ankles. But nobody was behind me.

“Awww. I was right. Poor thing~” Grillby cooed in a demeaning tone. “You know what? I should stop bullying you. Hmhm~ You're unfortunate enough. You already got what you deserve.”

By that I'm sure he meant I was so obviously small just looking at my underwear there was no need to remove them.

“Heheh. Your face is so red." Sans laughed. "I didn't know humans did that too. Cute.”

“Hey! Don't call me cute!”

“Oh it's much too late for that.” Grillby said as he slid next to me and grabbed my crotch.

“Eeaaa!”

Grillby, a tall man especially compared to me, leaned down next to my face. Still groping me, he whispered in my ear.

“Y/N. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so mean about your size. I'm sure once you're erect you’ll be quite delicious- ah. I mean, impressive.”

“A-aahh~ wha… mmnnn~”

My flacid friend was quickly gearing up to show Grillby it's full size. But that also meant that Sans would see too. I didn't mind that idea before I was put on display in such a humiliating way. I tried hard to mask my expression and noises but I hadn't been touched like that in so long. I didn't want to see how Sans was looking at me, but eventually I couldn't take not knowing. I didn't hear him laughing so maybe he wasn't. But seeing him look disgusted would be even worse. I opened one eye and looked up at Sans sitting on the barstool. When he caught me looking at him… Sans smirked and looked me up and down in a way that made me get even harder. I didn't think he was capable of making such a sexy expression.

What's getting him horny now?! Is he a sadist?! Oh God. This was a huge mistake. A sadist and a monster is a very terrifying mix!