#as if this is not the way both gus and noise would like to go out. it would be peaceful for them i think

[candylix]

one little lie | hyung line (part 1)

Pairing • FWB!Minho x Fem!Reader x Hyung Line A/N • This is part 1 of the fic! There's going to be 3 parts total (if everything goes according to plan) read part 2 here!

Summary • The boys have one rule in their shared apartment. Don't bring girls over for sex. So when Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin walk in on Minho fucking the living daylights out of you in the living room, he has to lie to save his own skin. His excuse? That's not a girl under him... you're a sex robot. And now they all want to try you out.

Genre • smut, sci-fi ish? (sex robots are a thing in this world that people know about and use)

WC • 3.6k

Content • reader pretends to be a sex robot, free use, dubcon, piv penetration, clit stimulation, groping, orgasm denial, creampie, unprotected sex

"You like that?" Minho says, pounding his cock into your pussy over and over until you see stars. You're too fucked out to respond. You're lying naked on top of the coffee table in his apartment, feeling nothing but the cold wood on your back and his throbbing hot shaft inside you. The lewd noises of his dick slipping in and out of your sopping wet cunt fill the room, along with heavy panting and moans that escape your lips. He thrashes against you, hitting your g-spot again and again until you're a twitching mess under him.

You've known him for about a year, through your mutual friend Jisung, but Minho suggested this friends with benefits situation only recently. Normally, you went to your place for sex, knowing the rules his roommates had about bringing people over for it. He told you about a one night stand gone extremely wrong, so it made sense why they would ban it altogether. But, you found out, Minho liked a little bit of danger, so he brought you over when all the guys would be away.

His pace is uncoordinated and relentless, but your mind is too clouded to care. You just want to feel him go deeper and faster against your sweet spot. You moan his name, and his bucking gets stronger until he's almost ramming his entire body into you. You can feel your orgasm coming, and your walls clench around his cock as he keeps slamming into you.

And then you hear the door unlock. You both freeze. His dick is fully inside you, frantically throbbing and twitching, but the man it belongs to is still as a statue. He looks you in the eyes, and mouths the words 'stay still'.

Three men you don't know walk in, chatting amongst themselves, until they see your naked body on their table and Minho with his pants down on the other side.

"Minho, what the fuck," one of them says, and slams the door shut. He's shorter than the others, but way more muscular, and you think you recognize him from the photos Minho showed you of his roommates. You think that must be Changbin.

"Guys, it's not what it looks like," Minho says.

He quickly pulls out of you, and you resist the moan that threatens to escape. He scrambles to pull up his pants and look presentable. You can't say the same for yourself. You're entirely exposed in front of these four men, and now that your only heat source has left, you're very cold as well.

"Ok, well, it looks like you brought a girl home and were fucking her on the table," another man responds. He has long hair and a pretty face, and you assume that must be Hyunjin. Minho didn't let you look at his pictures for very long, for fear that you'd swoon over him instead of Minho (not that he'd admit that, of course).

"N-no," he stammers, "let me explain." Changbin folds his arms, but they let him continue. "This is actually... a sex robot. Yeah."

A sex robot. That's why he wanted you to stay still. He wanted you to pretend to be a sex robot.

It's not like sex robots don't exist, or are even uncommon. In fact, you saw a viral tweet about a guy who 'married' a sex robot just the other day. The technology is getting better and better every year, so it's certainly plausible.

That didn't mean you thought this was a good plan, though.

The third guy, who you assumed was Chan, cocked an eyebrow.

"You bought a sex robot?" he asked, and walked over to inspect you. You kept your eyes straight ahead, and tried to control your breathing.

"No, uh, I'm just borrowing her. From a friend. I have to return her later," Minho says. He's clearly flustered in his lie, but he plays it off as embarrassment for being caught in the act.

The other two walk over to inspect you as well, and you do your best to lie still and emotionless. Your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest.

"What friend? What kind of person would let you just... borrow a sex robot?" Changbin asks.

"Jisung," Minho answers, and they look oddly satisfied with that answer.

"That makes sense," Changbin says, and you wonder what kind of relationship they have with Jisung that makes this believable. You've known him for a long time, and he's a normal guy. What has he done to make them think that?

You can't wonder for long, because Hyunjin grabs your boob and pulls on the flesh. You almost yelp in surprise, but you bite your tongue to stop yourself.

"It's surprisingly realistic for a sex doll," he says, and gropes your breast some more, admiring how 'real' you felt.

"Ew, don't touch that," Chan says. He smacks Hyunjin's hand away from your chest. "Minho was just fucking it, you don't know where that's been."

Hyunjin quickly yanks his hand back to his own body and wipes his hand on his pants.

"She's a sex robot, not a sex doll," Minho corrects, "I have some class."

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. You're not looking at anyone directly, but from the corner of your eye you can see Changbin scanning your body, exploring every inch of you by sight alone.

You tried not to think about how exposed you were to these men, who talked about you and touched you and looked at you like an object. Minho managed to get out of trouble, but now you had to lie here and just take all this to protect him. You don't know why you did. By all means, you should've gotten up, put your clothes back on, and left Minho forever. That's the normal thing to do.

But as they talk about the sex robot in their room, Minho gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze and his guilty expression bores into your soul. His pleading eyes say sorry in a thousand unspoken words, and you resign yourself back to lying there and being pretty.

"Well," Minho says, patting your thigh, "I should probably bring her back to Jisung now. I'm sure he misses her dearly."

At least it would be over soon. It was smart to bring up Jisung; now he has an excuse why you can't stay here. Good thinking, Minho.

"Wait," Changbin says. All eyes go to him, and he coughs awkwardly before finishing his sentence. "I've never seen a sex robot this realistic."

Your heart almost stops. You were almost home free, and he managed to figure it out. It would be super embarrassing if you had to just get up and leave after all this.

Changbin scratches the back of his head, and looks away from the boys.

"Jisung can just pick her up later, right? She looks... really real."

The other two men look back at you, and their eyes look over every curve of your body.

"What are you trying to say..." Minho gulps, and you dread the words that come next.

"Don't make me say it, man."

"You want to use Jisung's sex robot?" Chan says in shock.

"I kind of want to try it out too," Hyunjin says, sheepishly.

Chan's face turns bright red, and he looks back and forth between the two of them.

"Are you guys serious!?"

"Come on Chan, what's the harm," Changbin says, slightly more confident now that he knows he's not the only one that wants to take you for a spin. "When life presents you with an opportunity, you take it."

"When life gives you a sex robot, you fuck it," Hyunjin adds.

Minho is unforgivably silent. He's sweating bullets, racking his brain for some sort of solution to get you out of there. Under normal circumstances, he'd be able to solve any problem on the fly. But these are not normal circumstances, and he appears to be short-circuiting.

"You guys are crazy," Chan says, but his eyes travel down your body to the sticky mess that is your pussy. "You should, uh, clean her up before we- THEY use her."

Hyunjin laughs at his slip of the tongue.

"Yeah, I'll go do that now," Minho says, desperate to end this conversation.

He lifts you up off the table, and your back is stiff from lying flat on it for way too long. Fortunately, it helps sell the robot look. With one hand under your arm, he pretends to hold you up, and he walks you over to the bathroom.

Changbin whistles in amazement.

"Wow, it can kind of walk. Technology is amazing."

You enter the bathroom, and Minho sets you down on the closed toilet seat. He quickly shuts the door and locks it. He turns around and leans his back on the door, out of breath from nerves.

"What the hell was that!?" you whisper-yell. You had every right to be angry in this moment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do!"

"You could've just told them the truth! A sex robot!?"

"I know. That was the only thing I could think of. But I can fix this. I'll call Jisung and tell him what happened, and he'll come pick you up."

"No. You can't tell him any of this."

"I have to. I can't risk him saying something like 'Hi, I'm here to pick up my friend that I've known for years and is definitely a real person and not a robot.' I have to tell him."

"Fine," you say, and your heartbeat finally calms down. Minho can stall in here until Jisung arrives. Everything is going to be alright.

Minho takes out his phone to call Jisung. The phone rings... and rings... and rings... and you finally hear a voice on the other end.

"Hey!"

"Jisung, I really need your help-"

"I'm really busy right now, probably hanging out with some babes at the beach. Leave a message at the tone and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Or not, who knows."

A long beep plays out over the speaker.

Of course it went to voicemail. It's a weekday. He's at work, like a normal person on a Wednesday afternoon.

"Jisung, call me back ASAP. It's an emergency," Minho says, and hangs up the phone.

"Why did he have to be a functioning member of society today," you complain.

"Do you know when he gets off work?"

"Around 5, I think."

Minho looks at his phone clock.

"It's 1:07."

"God damn it," you whisper, and bury your face in your hands.

"Look at the bright side," he says, and you turn your head to squint your eyes at him. "You came here to get fucked, right?"

You don't say anything, hoping the silence and the irritation on your face spoke for you.

It clearly didn't, because he continues.

"Even I can tell they're good looking guys. Well, they're not me, but still good looking."

"Minho, I came here to be fucked by you. I know who you are, it's different."

He gets down on his knees and begs.

"Please please please do this for me. I'll literally do anything. I'll fuck you whenever and however you want for the rest of your life."

"That's all?"

He hesitates, searching for an answer that will convince you to get fucked by his roommates. There's not a lot that would convince anyone, but thankfully, this time he has an answer.

"I'll pay your rent this month."

"You'll pay my rent this year."

"I don't think I make enough for that..." You tsk at him, and he gives you a better answer. "What about every other month for a year?"

"Deal."

You shake hands.

Finally done talking, he cleans you up with a wet towel. You stand up, take a deep breath, and when you're ready, Minho opens the door and pretends to walk you back to the living room.

"That took a while," Hyunjin said.

"Yeah, I had to, uh, refill the liquid."

"The what?" Chan asks.

"She's self lubricating and has the ability to orgasm, but I used up all the liquid when I was... you know. So she had to be refilled." It's funny how quick he thought of that lie, but he couldn't think of something earlier to get you out of this mess. And by funny, you mean not funny at all.

"Whoa," Changbin says, "what other functionality does she have?"

Minho doesn't miss a beat. "She has realistic moans. You've got to hit her sweet spots to hear them, though."

"She's got a speaker?" Chan asks. He's starting to get interested in the idea of fucking a sex robot, much to your dismay. "Can she say other stuff? Like..." he pauses, flustered at what he wants to say next. "Can she say your name?"

"Yup! She has this really cool recognition software." You want to elbow him in the ribs. He has too much free reign with your 'features', and he makes it worse the more he talks.

"So what you do is, insert your dick in her and say your name. She'll recognize your unique dick patterns and remember the name you set. Any time you use her in the future, she'll know it's you."

What the hell is he talking about.

He's clearly having fun with this. Hopefully, that's all you can do.

"That's... actually really cool," Chan admits.

"Ok, I need to try that out. What else can she do?" Hyunjin asks excitedly.

"Oh, she can-" Minho starts, but you kick the back of his foot to stop him from saying anything else. "Actually, I'll let you find out for yourself. All the stuff she has is very realistic."

"I call dibs," Changbin says. Hyunjin whines, but Changbin is already lifting your body, throwing you over his shoulder to take you to his room. He drops you on his bed, and you do your best to stiffen your body against the impact, but you bounce on his springy mattress. His eyes are glued to your chest as your back hits the bed, and watches as your boobs bounce a second time.

He spreads open your legs, and you realize this is really happening. You're going to get fucked by multiple men who think you're an advanced fleshlight. Just the thought of that makes your core pulse, but you don't know why. His fingers trace a line down your pussy from top to bottom, and you shiver under his touch. "He said you're self lubricating, but you're not wet yet..." he starts, before realizing what else Minho told him. "Oh right, you're supposed to be realistic. Maybe this will do the trick."

He draws rough circles around your clit, and your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. After everything that happened, you forgot you were seconds away from an orgasm. Your body is still hungry for someones touch, and it doesn't care who gives it to you.

The more he rubs, the deeper the feeling in your core gets. It doesn't take long for you to start rocking against his hand, and he admires how your body reacts to him. He's already getting hard just watching you writhing under his fingers. "I can't believe I get this pretty thing all to myself," he says, and those words only strengthen the orgasm starting to build. His fingers slide more easily around your clit, and he realizes you're wet enough to stop.

You whimper at the loss of contact when he takes his hand away. He pulls down his pants, then his boxers, and he can finally start using you the way he intended. He drags his fingers down your sensitive core, collecting your juices. He rubs it over his cock, pumping it a few times, and you can feel him stretching you open with his fingers.

"Let's test out this name recognition thing," he says, and you feel his dick prodding at your entrance.

He slides it in, and you're overwhelmed by how thick he is. He puts it in slowly, and you can feel him stretch you out. Your walls clench around his girth, and he fills you up inch by inch as he pushes deeper inside. You can't help but moan as he reaches the end, his tip pressing against a sensitive spot when he bottoms you out.

"Changbin," he says, and it takes a moment for you to remember what he's doing. "Changbin," you repeat, slightly moaning his name. His dick throbs inside you, increasing the pressure against your walls. "Oh, fuck. That's hot." He pulls most of his cock out of you, and you feel it drag along your walls. He pushes it back in, slightly faster. He pumps in and out of you, and the bed creaks as he pushes his way back in. You're tight around his massive girth, and with each roll of his hips he stretches you out more.

He rocks into you with a steady rhythm, feeling every inch of you around him. They way he can barely fit inside you turns him on more. Your wet cunt wraps around his dick perfectly, and the slight pressure makes him groan as he feels his orgasm building. His rocking gets slightly more frenzied when you moan his name, and each time he buries his cock in you, it hits you with more force.

He speeds up his pace, and he can't control the rhythm anymore. He's panting over you, holding on to your waist while his cock pounds into you over and over. His can feel his climax coming, and he bucks into you harder to chase the feeling. Every time he slams into your g-spot, you moan his name louder, and his head rolls back as each moan takes him closer to the edge. The pleasure takes over your mind completely, and you don't care that you're shouting his name every time his massive dick rams itself deep inside you. He hits your sensitive spot one last time, and you moan loudly as you gush around his cock. You spasm under him as your orgasm washes over you, and your erratic movements are what finishes him off. He gasps, and hot liquid spurts out inside you. He slows down his rocking, and you lay in exhaustion as he rides out his high. When he finally pulls out, his semen drips out of you, overflowing down your pussy and onto his bed.

He collapses onto the bed next to you, and you hear his ragged breaths in your ear as his heartbeat slows down. You come back to reality, realizing what just happened. A part of you can't believe you let this happen, let a stranger fuck you until you came all over him, all because you covered for Minho.

The other part of you can't believe how thick Changbin was, and how good he felt when he was inside you. You almost want to beg him for more, beg him to fuck you again and again until you can't move the next day, but you can't. You're a sex robot, and you can't break the illusion. You wish you met him under different circumstances. "Fuck... I need to steal this thing from Jisung," he says, finally catching his breath. That's an idea. If Minho brings you back here, Changbin can use you as much as he likes. Suddenly, your rationality comes back. You can't seriously be thinking of doing this again, right?

When Changbin is finally able to stand, he leaves you dripping on his bed and goes to the door. "Hey Minho?" he yells, loud enough for the guys to hear it in any room of the apartment. "You might want to come refill her." He leave you in the room by yourself, and a moment later Minho comes in. Seeing you splayed out on another mans bed with his cum leaking out of you... it does something to him. He resists the urge to rub his crotch, fearing it might make his growing erection more visible. Changbin comes back with a wet towel, ready to wipe you down, but Minho gets to him first. "I'll take care of that, don't worry," he says, and grabs the towel from Changbin's hands. "You sure? I can just do it myself." "She has specific care instructions. And I have to check how much fluid she has left anyway. I got it." Changbin shrugs, and watches as Minho lifts you up and walks you back to the bathroom. You take your seat back on the closed toilet, and Minho locks the door again. You're still breathing heavily after that interaction. "You ok?" he asks. You're not sure how to say yes, it was amazing and I hope he does it again without embarrassing yourself. "I'm good," is what you finally settle on. "I'm just-" you start, but Minho brings the cold towel to your core, and you twitch at the sudden contact. "Still sensitive?" he asks, and you nod. "I'll let Hyunjin know to be gentle with you." "Is he next?" "Yeah, he wouldn't stop grumbling about how it wasn't fair that Changbin got to go first." He wipes Changbin's fluids off you, pressing the towel softly against your body so you're not overstimulated.

"I'll give you a more thorough wash when Jisung picks you up." Your eyes light up at Jisungs name. "Did he call back?" "Yup. And he found the whole situation extremely funny." You groan. You're never going to live this down. "But he'll come as soon as he can," Minho continues, and you breathe a sigh of relief. A knock on the door makes you jump. "Are you done in there?" you hear a voice ask, and Minho's eye twitches. "Give me a sec, Hyunjin. Just wait in your room." When you hear his footsteps getting farther away, Minho's face relaxes. "Guess you better get going before Mr. Impatient has an aneurysm."

read part 2 here!

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[softlyspector]

Moonlight

Summary: You really like to read in Steven's flat, and Steven likes having someone to come home to.

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: ~5.5k

Warnings: smut (P in V, f receiving oral, Steven loses his v card), lots of fluff, brief anxiety

A/N: This is a part of the Moonbeam collection - the reader's first times with Steven, Marc, and Jake. This is bonus content to Moon Struck! This can be read alone, though I recommend reading the series, of course.

Thank you for reading! Please, please, please let me know what you think!

There’s an exhaustion lodged between Steven’s shoulders as he unlocks the flat’s front door. He feels like he’s been hit by a lorry, or maybe a bloody train.

And when he finally wrenches the door open, it’s to find himself staring at Marc in the mirror against the wall. He looks exhausted too, rings of purple circling the skin beneath his eyes. 

Steven opens his mouth to say something - maybe ask why the bloody hell both of them are so tired all the time - when he hears the creak of a floorboard. 

He hastily closes the door behind himself and moves toward the other side of the room, glancing around until he spots you already settled in one of the cloistered windows, a blanket wrapped around your legs and a cup of tea at your elbow. 

Your brow is furrowed, your finger rapidly sliding back and forth over the page. Your duffle bag, ribbons and leggings and tulle spilling out where you’d left the zipper undone, is sitting in a heap in the middle of the floor. Like you’d dropped it in your haste to get to the window seat and your book. 

“Did she walk here alone?” Marc asks from the reflection of Gus’s tank, his mouth a hard line where his gaze has settled on your abandoned bag, trailing slowly over to your place in the window. There’s a thread of concern in between the irritation lingering in Marc’s voice.  

Steven ignores him, dropping his keys on the kitchen table as he shrugs out of his jacket.

“Love?” Steven asks, a bit amused when you have no reaction to his question, the heaviness weighing on his shoulders lightening by the second. “You alright?” 

One thing Steven hadn’t expected about you is your love of books. 

He’d known, of course, that you liked to read. 

But he hadn’t known - until you came over to the flat for the first time - how you devour books. How you consume them whole in a day or two. Complicated anthologies, histories, romance novels, fantasy series, poetry collections. 

You reread all of the Lord of the Rings trilogy in two days. 

You sift through complicated and unnecessarily thick tomes on Egyptology in a week. 

You buzz through a couple of romances in the span of an hour. 

When asked about it, you’d only shrugged at him over a cup of earl gray, a spike of warmth radiating through his chest because he’d been the one to put you onto tea in the first place. “I got very used to reading quickly, between rehearsals and school and all. I became very good at reading fast.” 

And you are, and it's impressive. 

The books in his flat become fair game for your habits, and Steven feels something in himself go soft anytime he gets to watch you slowly draw yourself out of one world and into another. 

Steven thinks you look beautiful like that. He likes that you feel comfortable enough to take his books without asking, that you perch yourself in an armchair or in the window and lose yourself there. It's a stark contrast to how you dance, graceful and flighty, like you’re walking on air. 

You do not read in an elegant way. 

When you read, you hunch over and scrunch your brows, you bite your lip and clench your fingers, you mouth the words as you read and make the facial expressions of the characters as you read along. 

You disappear, you travel to another dimension. 

Steven would give anything to have you in the flat always. He loves the way you read so loudly, even though you make no noise. He loves the pulsing presence of you, how alive you are, how comfortable. 

He’s acutely aware that his thoughts are a bit mad, that he could chalk up the feelings to all the times he’s felt lonely and alone. But he doesn’t want to. 

He wants to think about how he’s not alone now. How there’s you and Marc and him and that’s good enough. It’s more than enough. 

“Dear heart?” Steven asks now, trying to catch your attention without startling you as he moves closer. 

You don’t glance up until Steven presses one hand to your shoulder. You jump, shoulders hiking up and breath freezing in your lungs. “So sorry, love!” Steven apologizes immediately. “I didn’t mean to startle you. You alright? Someone’s a little lost in a book, eh?” 

You press a hand to your chest and smile at him, panic still fading from your eyes. “No, don’t apologize. I just get so into it-,” you lift the book helplessly and shrug. 

Steven can only smile, thrilled that you’re at home to greet him at all. He could get used to it, really, having you to come home to. “Of course you do, love,” Steven says, fitting his palm against yours to tug you up from your perch. 

You stumble into him, your book clutched to your chest. Steven catches you and finds you very close when he looks up, your breath fanning sweetly across his lips. “Hiya,” he murmurs, eyes falling to your mouth, “Alright there, love?” 

“Yes,” you nudge your nose against his, your skin warm against his forearm. “Quite alright. Now that you’re here.” 

Steven closes his eyes when you lean in to kiss him, your book falling out of your hand and narrowly missing his toes. Your hand moves from his forearm to the front of his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric. 

He’s never sure what to do with his hands when he kisses you, when you kiss him. He represses the urge to reach up and clutch at your shoulders. You weave your fingers through his, tug his hand up to rest against your waist. He tentatively raises his other hand to cup your cheek, sure that must be okay. 

You hum happily and lean into him, the tips of your fingers skimming along the column of his throat, the curl of your palm against the nape of his neck. 

Steven draws his hand on your waist around your back, curling his fingers into the back of your shirt. 

He only forgets to breathe a little bit, and so when you pull back he gasps for breath. You’re smiling at him, thumb stroking slowly over his cheek. He reaches for your hand, gripping your wrist lightly. “How was rehearsal?” He asks, only half paying attention to the words curling off his tongue. He finds the warmth of your skin against his much more interesting, the curve of your lashes against your cheek fascinating. “Would you like to stay here tonight?” Steven continues, not waiting for an answer to his previous question. “We can order take away from that place you like?” 

You release him, stooping to pick up your book. “Yes.” 

Your eyes are bright, your smile wide. Steven trails his hands down your arms, cups your elbows gently, trying to avoid the inevitable moment when he would have to stop touching you, when he notices the title of the book in your hands. He frowns and takes the book from you, flipping it around to better see what you’d been so engrossed in. 

It’s a book about dissociative identity disorder. A quick skim of the few lines below the title tell him it was written by a system and aimed at people who might have someone with DID in their lives. 

“Oh,” you say, your voice rather small and worried, reaching for the book but not daring to take it back from him, your hands hovering awkwardly in the air. “Sorry,” you cringe a bit. “A system recommended it online as helpful-,” you stop and swallow before pointing to the words embossed on the front, “And it was written by a system as well so I figured-,” you clamp your mouth closed, biting your lip. “Sorry,” you repeat.

Sorry, you’ve said, like it was something to bloody apologize for. 

When he meets your eyes, there’s uneasiness lodged there, but Steven can only smile. “Why in the world would you be sorry?” He shakes his head and sweeps a thumb over the title of the book, “This…you…you’re bloody unbelievable you are.”

You look flustered, reaching out to take the book gently back. “Oh, I’m not really sure about that, Steven,” you dismiss him with a shake of your head. “It’s just a book. It’s what anyone would do. I just…this is all new for me. I wanted to know more and I didn’t want to do something wrong.”

Steven reaches for you, cups your face between his palms and tilts your head so you can’t look away from his eyes. He stares into those eyes that he knows so well, shining with affection. “It’s really not, love. Not just a book, not something that everyone would do.”

You frown, like you don’t quite understand, how good you are, how not everyone would do something like this. You lean forward, and kiss his chin, “I’d do anything for you,” you say, like it means nothing at all that you would.

Steven goes a bit warm and mushy round his insides at that. “And I would do anything for you, dear heart.” You lean into his hands, circling your arms around his waist, “You know you can ask us as well? It won’t upset us.”

You nod. “I just realized how little I knew and if there was anything I could or should do to make things easier on you then I wanted to do it.” Your eyes are wide when they meet his, “Trying to be supportive.”

He smiles and releases you, eyes trailing to your open bag, your things spilled across the floor of the flat, when he notices Marc’s silence for the first time. “Oh! By the way, Marc is concerned about you walking alone. Do you have someone who can walk with you?” 

You shake your head, “Tell Marc not to worry. I’m perfectly safe.”

Marc snorts at that, silence finally broken. 

Steven wonders at that silence for a moment, at the way Marc paid such close attention to you. He wonders what Marc thinks of you and your choice in reading. 

“Safe until something happens,” Marc grouses. 

Steven ignores his acidity, “He’s just worried. Could tell him a million and one times and he’d still find something to fret about.”

You fidget, leaning further into him, glancing down at your book. “He’s not upset with me, is he?” Before Steven can reassure you that, no, everyone is quite aware when Marc is upset about something, you continue, “I wasn’t trying to be intrusive or to poke around where I don’t belong…I hope you know that and I hope Marc knows that too.” 

Marc doesn’t say anything for a moment, but the silence doesn’t last. “I know,” he confirms at last.

“We know, darling,” Steven relays. “Marc isn’t upset.” 

You smile, like a beam of light over his soul. “Okay. Just checking. I’ll order if you want to go get changed?” 

Steven presses a kiss to your forehead, closes his eyes and inhales the scent of your skin, the fragrance of your shampoo. He can’t seem to find his voice, in that moment, to tell you how much you mean to him. 

~

Steven is talking again. 

You’re listening to him, but mostly you’re watching him. 

You love the way he speaks, tripping over words in his ever present rush to tell you everything, hands flying and gesturing in wide arcs. 

A tub of melting ice cream as an after dinner snack sits on the side table, the TV still plays in the background, muted and flashing blue and purple and green over Steven’s skin. 

You reach for him, his voice stuttering to a stop as you trace a finger along the length of his nose. 

“Oh, did I have something there?” He asks, swiping at his cheeks and nose. 

“No,” you scoot closer, watching the shift of his shoulders, the long line of his throat. “I just think you’re very pretty.” 

Heat rises in his cheeks, coloring his skin a pink that borders on red. “Pretty, eh? What’s that make you then?” 

You shrug, looping your arms around Steven’s neck, pressing closer, into the warmth of him. He curls an arm around your back, eyes on your lips. 

“Bloody gorgeous,” he says, smiling at you. “That’s what you are. Pretty. Pretty don’t cut it with you, does it? No.” 

You grin back and try to hide your smile against his collarbone. “Baby,” you murmur, sliding your hand over his chest. “Steven, I want you.” 

There’s a moment of stillness, so complete that you’re worried for a moment you’ve done something wrong, said something wrong. Steven has moved so very carefully with you, so very slowly. You haven’t really minded. You have all the time in the world.

And besides, you made out all the time, heavy petting that left you satisfied and desperate for more, for all of him. The memory of his quick learning fingers against your cunt passes through your mind, the first time he’d touched you like that electric in your memory, like the shock of something unknown.  

Steven still hasn’t moved, his body rigid against yours. His arm is curled behind your back, and you can feel his breath against your forehead. The warm press of him is comforting and scary all at once.   

Before you have too much time to worry, Steven is pushing you back on the sofa, his lips attached to yours suddenly, fingers digging into your hips, dragging you down. You settle back, Steven’s mouth insistent against yours, warm and plush and so very excited. 

You ache for him, and you’ve tried to be patient, not sure what held him back, if it wasn’t something he was interested in doing. 

But he’s clearly interested, clearly wants it. 

You giggle against him when his nose bumps into yours, teeth clacking awkwardly together. 

“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, “The things you do to me.”

“And what is it that I do to you?” You tease. 

You’re only a little surprised when he guides your hand to the bulge in his trousers. His hand leaves yours, slipping inside your shirt instead. His hand is warm, scalding hot against your skin. 

His touch is urgent, needy, a whine at the back of his throat when you push him back a little, dragging the tips of your fingers over the outline of his cock. His eyes are dark when you meet them, still sweet but demanding. “Love,” he starts, fingers drifting up your belly, brushing the lace of your bra.

“You can have me,” you say before he can ask, threading your fingers through his hair, tugging gently at the strands. “I’m yours, baby.”

Steven’s eyes flutter shut, lips parted. You lift a hand to trace his mouth, laughing when he presses a kiss to your thumb. “Why’d we wait so long?” He asks, eyes flicking back open. 

You shrug. “Dunno. I didn’t want to push. I wanted you to be sure,” you say, threading your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the strands.  

“Sure. You’re jokin’, yeah? Sure. I’ve always been sure,” Steven mutters under his breath, prompting another laugh from you. “C’mon then, not a second to waste,” he tilts back and tugs you to your feet. 

You feel silly when he clicks the TV off and you’re plunged into darkness, the urge to giggle like a teenager bubbling in the back of your throat. 

You’re almost happy when Steven trips and you both collapse onto the bed, tangling together quickly, hands and tongues and limbs intertwined, laughter still on your lips. 

He tastes sweet, like the strawberry ice cream still melting on the table by the now dark TV. 

He shifts with you, your legs crossing behind his back as he grinds down, his hips against yours. You’ve been here before, done this before until you both broke, pleasure filling your veins to the brim. 

You’ve wondered what he would feel like inside you, what his skin might taste like. 

This is something new and when Steven pulls back it’s to frown at you with kiss swollen lips. You touch your own mouth, wondering if you look much the same. He stares at you, fingers threaded through the loops of your jeans. “Darling, I…I’ve never done this before.” 

You nod, tilting your head against the pillow. “Okay.”

“It’s like I have…I know what I’m supposed to do, yeah? Like I’ve done it before, I just don’t have the memories of it.”

“Marc maybe?” You suggest. 

“Yeah. Probably, yeah,” he nods, distracted.  

You hesitate with your next question, not sure what to do if the answer is yes. “Is Marc-,”

“No,” Steven says vehemently, shaking his head. “No, no, it’s just you and me, love.” 

“Okay,” you answer, lifting your hips against his, rolling against the hardness pressed into your thigh. His eyes are bright in the darkness, watching you carefully to see if your mind might be changed with this new, slightly odd, information, that the body has had sex before but he hasn’t. 

It isn’t strange to you, you might have suspected as much. 

And it’s Steven, you want him no matter what. 

When you reach for his belt, he snaps out of the fog, dipping down to kiss you again. You moan into him, working at his pants until you can shove your hand down the front of his trousers. 

He’s big in your hand, warm and solid and soft, and Steven’s hips jerk forward into your grip when you stroke him slowly. 

You move together like that for a moment, Steven thrusting into the fist of your hand, his mouth insistent and demanding against yours, against the delicate skin of your throat and collarbone.

Until he pushes your hand away, fingers tangling into the fabric of your shirt, palming your breasts through the material. He hesitates, not moving the fabric up, and instead works at the button of your jeans, tugging them down swiftly and tossing them away. 

Steven stares at you, on his knees in front of you. 

“You still look pretty,” you confirm, reaching for him. 

Some might say he looks prettier than before, especially with his trousers half unbuttoned and his shirt rumpled and his lips swollen. 

Steven blushes again, not giving into your hands, he leans over you, kisses your forehead with a dramatic flourish, then the tip of your nose. You feel the flutter of his lashes as he trails lower, lips brushing over the bow of your mouth, your clavicle, the space between your breasts, your belly, before he lands at your pussy. 

He delicately pulls your panties down your legs, situating himself comfortably between your thighs. 

That this is his first time, and he wants to eat you out first, sends an unexpected rush of arousal through you. 

He’s focused, lost in a task and yet so in tune with you. 

It reminds you of all the times he’s lost in one of his interests, singularly focused. His breath ghosts over you and you shiver. Steven’s eyes flick up, a cheeky smile on his lips. “You alright, darling?” 

You nod, too afraid of how your voice might crack and crumble if you open your mouth. Steven laces his fingers with yours, and finally lowers his mouth to your cunt. 

He learns with his mouth as fast as he had with his fingers. 

You aren’t really sure you believe it's his first time, because with a few small directions, Steven has you seeing stars.

You fist your hands in his hair, grip the stands and tug until he’s groaning into you, hips rolling against the bed. 

The tip of his tongue sweeps over the core of you, dipping into your entrance and back up to your clit. He groans when you shudder against him, thighs trembling when he sucks gently against that pocket of nerves. 

And when you come, he doesn’t stop. It’s always been like this with him before too. He groans into you, and you suspect that if you let him, he’d never move, he’d never come up for air. The pleasure starts to bleed into pain when he coaxes an unexpected second orgasm from you, still lapping at your clit. 

You have to push him away and tug on his hand until he molds his mouth against yours again instead. His mouth tastes like you, like your arousal. You like it, you like tasting yourself on his lips. Some instinct makes you swipe your tongue over his chin too, collecting the taste of his skin coated with you. “Bloody hell,” he murmurs, his hand going between your legs. You gasp, legs twitching from the sensitivity when the pad of his thumb slides roughly against your clit. “Can you do that again?” 

“Steven,” you murmur against his mouth, heat scorching you from the inside out. 

His hands slide inside your shirt when you whine, pussy clenching. 

You can tell he’s a bit nervous when he palms you through your bra. This is the next step, another inch toward the unknown for him. “I want it off,” you say, so there’s no room for confusion or uncertainty. “And this,” you pointedly tug on his shirt. “I want to see you, baby.” 

Steven sits back, hastily yanking his shirt up and over his head. You start to reach for him but decide instead to sit up, your knees bracketed over Steven’s thighs. “You’re so pretty,” you tell him, peeling your own shirt up and over your head. His eyes go wide when you slip your bra down your arms. 

For a moment he doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink. But when you giggle, his eyes snap back up to yours and he reaches for you, settling himself against you, kissing you sloppily, almost distractedly. 

You kiss him back before encouraging him to roll over. 

“Is this okay?” You ask when you’re settled over him, trailing your fingers down his chest. Steven is more muscular than you expected, though you suppose that’s courtesy of Marc and his lifetime of physical endurance. He’s strong, muscular, but there’s still a softness to him, flesh at his hips and belly that you really like. 

Still, the first time you’d seen him without a shirt had been a shock. His choice in clothes did a good job of hiding it. He’s still the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

“Ye-ah,” his voice crests in a little crack, nerves breaking through as he resolutely keeps his eyes on yours. “Yes, yes, more than alright.” 

“Steven,” you say, taking his hands in yours, which he’d fisted in the blankets. “We can stop.” 

“No!” He blurts, hastily shaking your hands off to run his fingers over your ribs and across your belly, and then finally up to your chest. His eyes follow his touch. He squeezes you, and you rock your hips against his, liking the filthy moan that leaves his lips. “You’re so soft,” he murmurs. 

You smile and lean over him, to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “So are you.” 

His thumbs slide over your nipples and you groan. Steven pauses, then does it again, and again, when you bury your nose against him and rut into him again with a moan, pleasure lighting up your veins. 

“Love,” he murmurs, desperate, his voice like a question. Steven unexpectedly pinches your nipples and it's like a bolt of lightning through your veins. You arch back, gasping for breath. 

You lift yourself onto your knees, forehead still pressed to the side of his neck, so you hand palm him through his trousers. “I want you, Steven,” you murmur again, the outline of his cock in your hand making your cunt clench again. 

He’s nodding against you, “I want you too, darling.” 

You open your mouth but Steven is rolling you gently onto your back, wriggling out of his trousers and underwear before he’s kneeling over you, looking simultaneously like he might throw up and painfully needy. 

It’s an odd cross that makes you laugh and pull him down into a kiss. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “You’re doing everything right.” 

“Up til this part, yeah,” he whispers back. He swallows and you watch the bob of his throat, the tendons straining. “What if I hurt you?” 

You frown and kiss him again, keeping a tight hand on him so he won’t move away, so he has to look into your eyes, “You absolutely won’t.” It’s endearing, that he thinks he could in a way that you wouldn’t like. 

“But I don’t know what I’m doing, love,” he frets. “What if it’s not good?” 

His cock is hard and straining against your thigh, and you reach down to wrap your fingers around him, stroking softly and listening to his labored breathing. “Baby,” you coo, “If you’re anything like you are with your mouth it will be fantastic. You listen, you pay attention, that’s half of it already done.”

You keep up a steady rhythm on his cock, running your thumb over the tip when he thrusts into your hand. 

He curses lowly, and then replaces your hand, slowly notching himself at your entrance and pushing into you. 

The stretch makes you whine, makes you yank Steven into a kiss before he can overthink the noises you’re making. When he’s fully inside you, buried to the hilt, he pauses for a moment, his lips still working against yours, albeit sloppily and distractedly. 

You hitch your knees up around his waist, dragging him that much deeper inside you, digging your heels into his thighs. 

He’s heavy in the cradle of your hips, his cock making you feel full in the most delicious way, like you can’t breathe around him. 

“God,” he murmurs against your jaw when he pulls back a bit. “I really thought you couldn’t be any bloody softer and here we are.”

You grind up into him, sliding your fingers up and down his bicep before you curl your hand into his hair. “Am I soft?” 

“So soft,” he sighs. 

You let him adjust to you for a moment, almost amused at the expression of bliss pulling at his features. 

Finally, he shifts, thrusting shallowly at first along with the movement of your hips when you cant them upwards again, encouraging him to move. 

Steven moves like you’re made of something much more fragile than muscle and bone. It’s both frustrating and endearing. 

He groans again, his eyes clenched shut, his damp forehead landing against yours. “Steven,” you breathe out, just so he’ll open his eyes, just so you can see that pretty, deep brown that you love. 

Even in the dim light filtering in through the windows, his eyes look blown out, the pupils large and dark, eating up the spilled coffee. 

You dig your heels into him, flexing your thighs around him until he picks up the pace a little, his thrusts harder. “So good, baby,” you murmur. “Just like that.” 

Steven drops his head to your shoulder, his tongue sweeping over your skin, gathering the taste of you on his tongue. 

You moan, the feeling of his path his tongue traces going straight to your cunt. Steven’s hips stutter against you, a tight lipped curse muttered against your skin, against your collarbone. 

“Just let go,” you tell him, stroking his hair, cupping a hand against the back of his neck, as you slide the other down his back to his ass. 

Steven gives a particularly brutal thrust that surprises you, knocks the breath out of your lungs and tears a breathy sigh from your lips. “Yes, just like that,” you encourage. “Harder.” And apparently Steven is a man that knows the difference between harder and faster, because he does. 

He snaps his hips against yours more forcefully, the thick stretch and slide of him inside you making your eyes roll back. He keeps the same slow, deliberate pace, letting you feel every long inch of him, every vein. You trail your fingers over his shoulders, rolling your hips with him, meeting him with each pass. 

Steven’s eyes are glossed over, his mouth a line as he focuses all his attention on you.

Still, it’s a surprise when he dips his head down and skims his nose along your collarbone and between your breasts, when he suddenly sucks one nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight flesh. 

Your body seizes, hips jerking as you reach between your bodies to touch yourself. 

“You-you liked that, eh?” Steven says into your skin, his mouth so heavenly and hot against you, before he grazes his teeth along the peak of your nipple. 

You nod, feeling the tide of your orgasm rising inside you, closer and closer, the crest of a wave that’s about to crash over you. “Steven,” you pant, your chest heaving, “I’m gonna-,” 

“Please, love,” his voice is low and husky, he knocks your hand away and thumbs at your clit, the slide of his calloused skin heavenly and much better than your own. “I want to feel it.” 

You hitch your leg tighter around him, letting your legs spread further and feeling him sink that much deeper into you. You both moan at the feeling, at the bliss that spins up and out of you. 

Steven laces his free hand with yours next to your head, his voice gentle in your ear with a demanding edge that makes your eyes roll back. “Go on, darling. Show me.”

The soft edges of your orgasm start to pull at you, your pussy clenching around him, dragging him deeper inside you. One last hard thrust pushes you over the edge, pleasure washing over you, your back arching up, chest heaving against him as pleasure courses through you sudden and hard. 

You cry out, throwing an arm around his neck and dragging him closer, rolling your hips along with his to prolong the bliss clawing through your veins.

Steven jerks messily into you a few more times, whimpering into your mouth at the feeling of you around him when his lips messily meet yours, before he spills inside you. 

He’s still kissing you when he collapses against you, your fingers still threaded with his. You tuck your other hand against the back of his neck. “Don’t move,” you whisper. You want to keep him close, inside you. “I love you, Steven.” 

“‘Course I won’t,” he mumbles back, like the idea hadn’t even occurred to him, free hand arching over your hip and belly, kneading your breast in the calloused warmth of his palm. “And I love you, dear heart.” He sounds sleepy, but happy. Satisfied. 

You hum with sympathy because he hasn’t been sleeping well, and because you like the sound of him happy and content, and knowing you helped him get there. Apparently he and Marc both were having trouble feeling rested recently. 

He’s warm against you, tacky skin drying against yours as sleep pulls you down. The cradle of his body against yours like a balm. 

Steven’s breathing is even and slow, lulling you nearly to sleep when he jerks against you suddenly, flailing for a moment, before he meets your eyes. “Did you - it was good?” He carefully shifts you, so you’re lying on your side, his cock still nestled inside you. 

You cup his cheek, thumbing at the worried line between his brows. “Yes. You have nothing to worry about, baby. So good.” 

He preens at the praise, settles his chin atop your shoulder, dropping little kisses to the soft space between your shoulder and neck. You feather your fingers through his hair, stroking softly, murmuring praise into his skin until you feel the tug of sleep again. 

“You’ll stay, yeah?” He asks. “Here? Tonight?” 

“Yes,” you smooth a hand up his spine, threading your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck. You press your mouth to his ear when you roll your hips against his again. Steven groans and you giggle, which only makes him groan again, louder this time. “Maybe I’m not ready to sleep yet.” 

He’s heavy inside you, and you can feel him hardening again. “Oh,” Steven murmurs, tracing his hands up your sides to cup your breasts. “Me either, love.” 

He sounds only a tad embarrassed, which makes a weird swell of affection rush to the back of your throat. “Good,” you kiss him, his lips immediately parting for you. “Good.”

You push him back, and watch his eyes flit to the apex of your thighs, where his cock disappears inside you. Steven’s mouth falls open, his thumb pushing through the mess between your legs. 

He yanks you down into a bruising kiss. “I always want to come home to you,” he says, his mouth still brushing yours. “Always, dear.” 

That feeling swells in you again, one that you don’t know how to name. Maybe it's that you feel exactly the same, that you’d always like to be there for him to come home to. 

#steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fic #steven grant

[deityoftherain]

post-concert highs (Geminitay Appreciation <333)

Sweat dripped off Gem’s face, down her arms, and soaked her clothing. Working under the heat of the spotlights for an hour and a half would do that to anyone. She was sure she smelled and that her clothes would need to be run through the washing machine twice but these shows always felt so exhilarating that she couldn’t dwell on the discomfort for long.

“Woo!” Impulse enthusiastically threw his hands up in the air once they entered the room. They had recently finished performing and talking to fans at a meet and greet. “Fantastic job, everyone! That was great!”

“I’ll never get over this high.” Scott looked exhausted but the grin on his face was wide. He bent over to grab a few water bottles from the flat for himself and his bandmates. When he turned back to them, he called out, “Hey, catch!” The first bottle was tossed to Impulse, who caught it with ease. Gem was thrown the next one. She had to reach a bit to be able to catch it before it hit something other than her hands but she did manage it. Scott and Impulse both cheered for her.

“It’s so cool that they love our music.” Gem felt pride build in her chest. They had released their first album “Cherry Blossoms” and they were overwhelmed with love and support. Gem wasn’t sure how so many people discovered their little band from the middle of nowhere online but she was not going to complain. Impulse had always been the one to handle their @gemandthescotts social media accounts and then the label whom they now work under. He would be the one to know all of the behind-the-scenes work on that front. Maybe she should ask him in-depth about it one day. “I wasn’t sure if we would’ve ever gotten out of my mom’s garage.”

“I knew we would.” Scott leaned forward to grab one of the towels sitting on the coffee table. He used it to help some of the sweat drifting off of him but he made sure not to touch his eye makeup. The blue would mark the white towel easily, seeing how much sweat would combine with it. “We did win our town’s Battle of the Bands three years in a row.”

“We also sucked for a long time though.” Impulse chuckled as he thought back to when they were still learning and finding their sound. “Your mom tried to be polite but I think we are the real reason she soundproofed the garage when we were ten.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Gem snorted at that. “She did always die on the inside when I said Scott was coming over.”

“Which one?” Scott asked, greatly amused at Gem’s words. Her mom had always been great to all three of them and they all loved her but they did like to joke around about being her annoying children. “Impulse Scott or me Scott?” “Both, duh. Mom would live in fear, never knowing which Scott was coming to haunt her doorstep!” Gem put on her best ghostly voice, even adding little ghost “oooo”ing noises at the end.

“She must have been so relieved when we started calling Impulse by a nickname.” Scott shifted his gaze to Impulse, a sly look in his eyes. “That way she could remember that Impulse was the one bad at the drums.” Impulse gasped, returning Scott’s sly expression with a flabbergasted one. “What do you mean? Are you saying I haven’t always been this perfect? I will let you know that my rhythm has been impeccable since I first held a pair of drumsticks.” “I could say I would pay to experience that again but I value being able to hear too much so I will have to graciously decline.” Scott continued to tease his friend, which just made Impulse gasp dramatically again.

Their lighthearted quips went back and forth for several moments. Gem just smiled lazily at them, taking sips of her water as she listened. She was grateful to have her closest friends as her bandmates. “You both are idiots.”

“How am I an idiot when I am supposed to be the smart Scott?” Impulse’s attention turned to her for a moment before shifting to side-eye Scott. “That guy though… hmm…” “Oh, shove off.” Scott tossed the now-empty water bottle at Impulse. It managed to hit his knee but it didn’t do anything more than make a few little crinkly sounds.

“I don’t know why we’re even friends.”  Impulse wiped several non-existent tears from his eyes. “You’re so mean to me.”

“You love me.” Scott blew him a kiss in response. Impulse grabbed the blown kiss from the air and placed it on his cheek. “Hey, where is my kiss?” Gem scrunched her nose at them, a false hurt written all over her face. “Last I heard, it’s ‘Gem and the Scotts’, not ‘Dumb and Dumber’! Don’t I deserve some love too?”

Impulse and Scott shared brief eye contact, mischief radiating off of them now. Oh no. What did she manage to spur both of them on about at the same time? Did all guys named Scott have a telepathic link that she didn’t know about?

Next thing she knew, Scott had plopped down to her right and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Impulse came in on the other side soon after.

“Hey!” Gem squeaked at their sudden attack. “Gross, I can feel your sweat. I said a kiss! I did not say ‘Everyone, jump on Gem!’” “We’re all sweaty already so it’s all good!” Impulse’s yellow face paint smudged against the black side of her shirt. The yellow side would have faded in more but she knew they would get cleaned enough to get the stain out.

“It can be both,” Scott responded at the same time as Impulse. He placed a quick kiss on her cheek and Gem just laughed at both of them.

“Okay, okay! You win!” Gem spread herself out as a way to nudge them off of her. She wasn’t mad at them but she did require to have her space again. “Off now, please. I am already hot enough without you two breathing on me.”

They complied instantly, getting off of both her and the couch she was sitting on. All three of them were laughing to the point it was a struggle to breathe. Their bodies were reacting to their little exchange, the adrenaline from the show, and the exhaustion they all felt weighing on them. Impulse was even doubling over and Scott had his head thrown back as they did so.

“I need to take a shower, change into something soft, and then pass out as soon as I’m under the covers.” Scott yawned loudly, putting his hand over his mouth as if to cover it.

“I need to take a shower and such too.” Impulse agreed with Scott’s plan of action. “Probably before the post-concert energy wears off.”

Gem groaned, leaning her head back against the couch. “I think it’s already worn off for me.”

“This is just an excuse for a sleepover.” Scott slid off his transparent, blue coat before tossing it on the back of the couch. “We will just do the sleeping part a little earlier than usual.”

“Ooo, yes!” Impulse lit up at Scott’s suggestion. “Gem, would you do us, the Scotts, the honor of having a sleepover in your room?” “You two act like we don’t have sleepovers almost every night.” Gem rolled her eyes affectionately. Everything was an excuse for a sleepover with these two. The question wasn’t if they were going to, because they usually were. It was more of debating if they were going to sleep early or if they were going to do whatever various activities they wanted to before sleeping. “Honestly, you two are so clingy.”

“Maybe,” Scott shrugged a shoulder with a cheeky smile on his face, “but you love us.”

“That’s debatable.” She stretched her arms up with a yawn, joints popping as she did so. Gem breathed out a soft sigh of relief as some of the tension left her. She did feel a little bit better but her body was still sore.

“Hey, you don’t mean that!” Impulse gave her the worst fake pout she had ever seen.

“Mhm, fine. I love you both.” Gem reassured them with a content smile. A happy buzz sent sparkling sensations throughout her body. One of her childhood dreams was becoming her reality and she was doing it with two people she cared deeply for. Nothing could be better than this.

A/N: I meant to write for @dronepikachu's Gem Week but I don't think I will have time before the week is over so here is one I wrote recently that can go under Prompt 1 and Prompt 4 for the writers! I have posted this on my ao3 (@an_anxious_ghost) and my sideblog for fanfic stuff so yes, I am the original author!

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[sea-creature-things]

Grimwalker things

Chapter 2: Palismen

Hunter has a special bond with the Palismen. It’s cuz he’s BUILD DIFFERENT. Literally.

This chapter was very fun to make. I gave Flapjack some old man-wisdom. Ghost is just like Amity. Clover is just a sweetheart and Emmiline is… unique.

You can read here under the cut. Or on AO3 eith this link:

It has been 3 weeks since they arrived in the human realm. The teeth incident was still fresh on Hunter’s mind. Another thing to keep him up at night. Not of the nightmare variety though, which was nice. This was just embarrassing.

And it was making him think about the whole Grimwalker-business. He definitely didn’t need more of that.

It was Friday and 6 am, but Hunter had been awake for even longer. Insomnia sure was fun! He got out of bed quietly, to not disturb Gus on the couch beside him.

He wanted his thoughts to steer clear of the Grimwalker topic. Or his uncle… or the fate of the Boiling Ilses, Darius, Eda, if they could even find a way back home-

So, he did things around the house. It had become his role here. Not officially, nobody wanted him doing this. But he did it anyway.

He wanted to be useful.

He wanted to keep Camila happy. Who wouldn’t be happy with a clean, organised house?

Besides, he liked doing it. It was a healthy distraction, like Luz always says. So he dusted every corner of the house, cleaned the kitchen several times and put everything where it belonged. Vee even taught him how to do the laundry, but it was still extremely early. Only quiet cleaning for now.

The bright, summer sun was slowly coming up. Would that make it 6:30 now? The sun rays through the curtains gave the room a warm energy. The natural lighting was a very welcome change.

It also lit up the clouds in various different colours. It reminded him of home, those purples and oranges. But they weren’t they same. The human realm was a lot more peaceful.

He didn’t trust it.

He wanted to, but this place still didn’t feel real. Every failed attempt at a portal, grounded them more. Every block in their creativity, made it feel so permanent. And it made him feel guilty.

His missed home, but he wasn’t really in a hurry to go back. He was sad, but not for himself. He would never in his life tell the others! He felt awful for wanting to stay here longer.

In this peaceful house.

The sun had another benefit, it made more dust particles visible. Which Hunter was actually grateful for. His brain was starting to wonder again. Not. Enjoyable.

He could technically also talk to distract himself, because he wasn’t alone. Flapjack and Ghost were keeping him company. And judging him.

Which is why he didn’t really feel like talking to them. Giving them the excuse that they needed to be silent. He had promised Amity no noise before 7 am after all. She is the lightest of sleepers.

But if those forbidden topics were barging back in... Ghost headbutted his shin. She had decided for him.

“Put the duster down, nerd.” She meowed.

“Don’t go stealing Amity’s nicknames now,” Hunter whispered back, “please.”

The white cat palisman licked his ankle. Her sandpaper tongue made him jump back, giggling. It meant that her name-calling was out of love, much like her witch.

“Put it down!" She meowed again.

"Stop cleaning, Hunter." Flapjack chirped. He flew down from the fridge onto the counter in front of his witch.

Both of them were now looking at him with even more judgement. Hunter didn’t think that was possible for a bird and a cat, but here they were. He sighed.

The fact he could understand Ghost at all was making his brain go places. Flapjack was his palisman, they had a strong bond and always knew each others intentions.

The fact he could talk with him proved that. However, he was able to talk with the others as well. He has understood every active palisman he’s ever come across.

He used to think it was normal, but learned his lesson quite early on. His commander back then thought he bonded with the deer palisman they were "retrieving", just because he—

Doesn’t matter.

It’s a Grimwalker thing.

So he’s been careful about talking to Ghost, Clover or Emmiline while their witches were around. One more thing he was hiding from them.

He hated this! At this point he would rather have a nightmare.

“Do something fun, find something else to distract.” Flapjack chirped.

“Read a book.” Ghost purred. “You nerd!”

“Not a bad suggestion,” Hunter said, “still don’t like that name though.”

“A tree can’t change its home.” Flapjack said amused, as he landed in his hair.

“What does that even mean?” Hunter walked over to the living room. Camila’s book collection was fair game. She had promised him many times.

“It means I can call you a nerd, because you are one.” Ghost mewed, bouncing alongside him. Flap confirmed it with a strong chirp.

“Alright alright, I get it.” He picked out a book on fossils. “But cleaning is not a bad distraction.”

“There is literally nothing left to clean.” The cat climbed on his lap the moment he sat down on the couch.

Ah. This was his fate now. They had successfully trapped him.

“There’s always dust.” Hunter mumbled.

“I am going to break that duster one day.” Flapjack settled comfortably in the blonde locks. Comfortable for him at least.

“Please don’t. It is Camila’s, she'd be very mad at me.”

“She wouldn’t be mad at you.” Ghost reassured him.

“Camila is a very nice lady.” Flapjack bonked him on the head with his beak. “And a spectacular mother.”

“Yes… I know, but still—” Hunter sighed. He played with the pages, not yet able to focus on the text. “Luz is very lucky.”

Ghost licked his hand. Hunter giggled again, jerking his hand away from her.

“Stop licking me!”

“Well hello there~” Gus came into the living room. Instantly in a good mood, seeing his bro so cheery. To Hunter, he came out of nowhere.

“Gus! Uh- good morning. Did I wake you up? Im sorry-“

“Nah, I just woke up on my own. It’s almost 7 ya know.” Gus said nonchalantly. He knew how to calm his friend.

“Oh.” Hunter relaxed. The house had finally entered the world of the living. Rest easy now, brain.

“Watcha reading?” His best friend came up to scratch both palismen under the chin.

“It’s a book about fossils.”

“Oh cool! Are human fossils very different from ours?”

“I don’t know… I haven’t actually read anything yet.”

“Oh. Well you do that then. I’m gonna grab some juice.” Gus said as he walked towards the kitchen.

“Do you need help?” Hunter gestured to Ghost to get off. Going non-verbal now that the others were waking up. She refused.

“No, I think I got it!” Gus laughed from down the hall.

“Read, nerd.” Ghost meowed lovingly.

Hunter reluctantly did as he was told. He’d have to combat her name calling later. Not that he really minded, he never felt hurt whenever Amity did it, but 3 times in 1 morning was a bit much.

Gus came back from the kitchen, two glasses of juice in hand. He didn’t bother asking Hunter if he wanted one two. The answer would always be no, when he meant to say yes.

He joined him on the couch and they looked at the pictures of human dinosaurs together. Discussing the similarities with their own extinct reptiles. A few minutes later, Amity and Vee appeared in the doorway.

“Hey nerds!”

Hunter couldn’t help the desperate sigh that escaped his mouth. The girls looked at him funny. He looked away embarrassed. He could just feel Ghost’s evil grin radiating from his lap.

“Good morning.” Vee chuckled.

Gus greeted them both. He showed Vee the book, but she had already read it and subsequently showed him her favourite page.

“So the ‘hey nerds’ was warranted.” Amity smirked. “What was that sigh for?”

Hunter met her eyes awkwardly. Her sassy expression matching perfectly with Ghost’s entire being. He’s been called a nerd 4 times in a very short amount of time. So his sigh was just as warranted.

“Flap has been calling me a nerd all morning.” He lied. The bird bonked him on the head for blaming him.

The actual culprit made a ‘mmrrrp’ sound. The white fluffy monster was laughing at them! Then she climbed down to greet her witch.

“You guys wanna have breakfast? Luz and Willow won’t be here for a while.” Vee said.

At that moment, Camila walked in. Hunter’s first instinct was to grab the book from Gus. It took an embarrassing amount of effort to ignore that instinct.

“Good morning kids,” She said cheery. They all said their good morning’s back. “I heard something about breakfast?”

“Yes, because those sleepyheads will take at least 2 more hours.” Amity laughed.

“Luz is usually a morning person,” Gus interjected, looking at Vee amused. “Did you swap or something?”

“No!” Vee crossed her arms with a playfully sour expression on her face. Then her face dropped and her voice got more serious. “Luz actually didn’t sleep well last night...”

She looked at Camila carefully, Hunter couldn’t help but do the same. Amity tapped the basilisks arm, she was probably not supposed to say that.

“Another nightmare?” Camila asked, but she knew the answer. She had one of those ‘worried mom’ expression that they saw very often. Hunter hadn’t been able to place them at first, being extremely foreign to him.

But Camila quickly had one reserved for him too. Luz had to explicitly tell him she wasn’t angry, just worried. He didn’t know how to feel about it yet.

“Poor girl.” Flapjack’s chirp was the only thing that could be heard, because the room was filled with an awkward silence. “You should talk to her.”

Hunter scratched his feathers to discretely tell him he understood. He would try, Luz was more likely to talk to him about her nightmares. Maybe because he had them too? Hunter didn’t feel like he could really help her though.

“Oh, is that ‘Guide through the Fossil Record’ you have there?” Camila finally broke the silence. She pointed at the book in Gus’s hands.

“Yes!” Hunter shot up. “I took it to pass the time, I hope that is alright.”

“That is quite alright, Hunter.” Camila reassured him once more. “You can take any book you like.”

Amity’s understanding look was a lot better than Ghost’s pitiful one. Vee gave him some grace by ignoring him, talking to Gus about her favourite fossil again.

“So breakfast then?” Amity asked.

“Yes, let’s do that. Does anybody want eggs?” Camila rubbed her hands, ready to make breakfast just a little bit more special.

Hunter smiled politely. He did want eggs, but of course he didn’t say anything. Gus slung an arm over his shoulders, making him bend down quite a bit.

“We do!” He called out enthusiastically. Forever his saviour when it came to asking for things.

———

“Good morning.” Luz yawned as she entered the kitchen. She saw her mom and her friends (except Willow) all at the table. They greeted and welcomed her, but were already done with breakfast.

“Feeling better sleepyhead?” Amity kissed her on the cheek when Luz sat down next to her.

She nodded and returned the kiss. She still felt horrible, but an itty bitty bit better. And that’s what her girlfriend asked.

Clover and Emmiline had hitched a ride on her. Luz appreciated the company after a night like that.

“There you are buddy~” Gus cooed as his palisman stepped on his hand.

Clover flew over to Hunter and Flap. She buzzed up a storm when she joined the little cardinal in the blonde nest.

“Aye que lindo~” Camila cooed and the kids laughed. Hunter felt his face get hot from embarrassment.

Still, he’d never tell the precious creatures to leave. He had accepted his fate as ‘palisman free real estate’ long ago. Besides, Clover was always fun to be around.

He understood the constant buzzing and was trying his best to hide it. Apparently, Clover had tried to get her witch out of bed early for once. It didn’t go well. It was near impossible for him to not laugh as Clover described the things Willow miraculously slept through.

Buzzing next to her ear, sticking a paw in her nose, tickling her nose with bee-fuzz. He could clearly picture it.

The bee had even considered dropping something heavy on her. Luckily for the unaware witch, Luz came to the rescue. Or ‘disrupted her creative process’, as Clover saw it.

The aforementioned saviour looked at him curiously. Luz knew. She also knew he wanted to hide it. In her opinion, he was scared for nothing.

They would all think it was awesome he could talk with their palisman. A sharp pang of jealousy shot through her heart. ‘Their palismen’. That didn’t include her.

“Should we wake Willow?” Hunter asked.

“I’m NOT doing that again!” Vee burst out. Whatever she was doing was put on abrupt hold.

“Have you learned nothing?” Gus joined her passion.

“I still haven’t fixed that hole in the wall.” Camila mummed, squinting over her coffee.

“Sorry Mami…” Luz laughed awkwardly and her mom ruffled her hair.

“It’s alright Mija. When you live with 4 witches it was bound to happen.”

“Yeah…” Amity laughed in the exact same way as her girlfriend, “so not a good idea.”

“Luckily you don’t have to.” Willow chimed in as she entered the kitchen. “Also, I’m still very sorry about the wall.”

The group greeted her. Camila also reassured her about the wall again. She offered to fix it together to make her feel better. The plant witch happily agreed.

“I’ll make you two some eggs.” Camila got up, taking the empty pan from the table.

“You had eggs? Without me?” Luz gasped in fake-offence. She got up and put a hand to her forehead, like a Regency woman about to faint.

“How dare they. Such betrayal!” Willow joined her demeanour. Interlocking her fingers with her bestie. Those historical romance movies were leaving their mark.

The girls hooked their arms together, turned around dramatically and walked those 4 feet to the stove as fancy as they could.

At the table were 4 sets of eye-rolls. But they couldn’t say they weren’t amused. Amity snickered lightly and Hunter chuckled into his hand.

“Does that count?” Willow spun around and pointed at him. Then looked at Gus overjoyed. “Does that count for the game?”

“Sure!” Gus laughed. He smirked wide at his bro, whose expression soured. Hunter pouted and crossed his arms. This game was ridiculous if you asked him. “One point for Luz and Willow, I’ll write it down later.”

“We’re still behind Flap though.” Luz giggled.

“It’s not fair, he’s too cute!”

After the girls finished their breakfast the group got to talking about their plans. They wanted to do something fun and Camila came up with an idea. She offered to take them to the mall since she had an unexpected free day. Gus was insanely excited to explore and soon enough everyone matched his energy.

Except Luz.

She was smiling and cheerfully talking, sure, but she seemed off somehow. Hunter knew what Luz was normally like. She clearly wanted to go, but was apprehensive for some reason. He could guess what it was.

Willow and Vee, under leadership of Gus, ran upstairs to get out of their pyjamas. Camila followed at a calmer pace, after looking down at her bathrobe and fluffy slippers. Amity wanted to follow them too, but stopped in her tracks.

“Are you coming?” She asked Luz.

She had also noticed her girlfriend’s attitude was not as bubbly as it normally would be. Luz loved getting out of the house to show her friends the human realm.

“Oh I’m all set!”

She showed off her lame cat-hoody with pride. A black cartoon cat was on it, with the text ‘cats are clawsome’.

“Um.. alright.” Amity reluctantly agreed. She couldn’t think of anything to say. Maybe it’ll be easier for them to talk at the mall.

“I’m also ready to go.” Hunter said, gesturing to his own normal sweater and jeans. “You go change, and I will clean the table.”

“I’ll help!” Luz called out, jumping on her bro. She was doing too much now, looking overly excited, trying to conceal her feelings.

They grabbed the breakfast supplies as Amity went upstairs. The resulting silence while the put stuff back in the cupboards made Luz uncomfortable. Hunter thought it was quite nice, but she felt the need to fill it.

“So~ what did Clover say when she was all upset?” Luz bumped her shoulder into his.

“She was describing very vividly how she tried to wake Willow up early.” He smirked as he patted the little bee.

“Oh yeah,” Luz laughed and patted her too, “Sorry, baby, but that’s mission impossible.”

“So… what’s up with you?” Hunter questioned. Luz turned to him slowly with an uncomfortable expression. Now she missed the silence.

“When did you get so good at that?” She pouted. Hunter shrugged, credit belonged Flapjack for this one. But he had gotten better at it. Somehow.

“I heard you had a nightmare?” Flap was still in his hair, happy that his witch had listened to his advice.

“Who snitched?” Luz joked. She really didn’t appreciate Vee or Amity telling him that. Did they tell her mom? Was she worried?

“Vee did, but go easy on her. You shouldn’t keep those things to yourself.” Clover flew onto his shoulder and Emmi walked upside down on his arm.

“I’d rather tell you myself.” She pouted again. She couldn’t be mad at her kinda-twin for long. Vee never lied to mom and it was probably better to share anyways. She just didn’t want to admit that Blondie was right.

“Then do so.” He said, proud of his wit. He absentmindedly picked up Ghost, holding her like a baby.

Luz looked at the very serious boy covered in tiny magical animals. He looked so happy with his smart-ass respons. She wanted to brake out into a belly laugh. But instead she felt broken.

The nightmare had come back to the forefront of her mind. She thought about how her own palisman couldn’t join them in using Hunter as their playground. They were still stuck in the egg.

She didn’t even know if they were alive.

This sight made her laugh with tears forming in her eyes. It startled Hunter. He fumbled for a second, unsure and concerned.

Then he moved Ghost over to one arm and reached out with his other hand. He held Luz’s head. As she sniffed, he lightly pushed her towards him.

She immediately gave in and moved into the awkward, palismen-filled hug. Her head was resting on his chest and she looked down to Ghost in his arm. She mewed. Luz tickled her belly, laughing weakly through her blurry vision.

“She says ‘there there’.” Hunter translated. Rubbing her hair like she was also a cat. Considering everything, this awkward hug was quite impressive. Luz blinked away her tears and sighed.

“My nightmare was about my palisman. My egg… and Eda.” She paused to wipe her eyes. “I dreamt I was with her, carving the palistrom wood. But this time when I was done, she told me I made a mistake. That I shouldn’t have made it an egg. That I- that I… killed it.”

She pressed her face into Hunter’s chest when the tears filled her eyes again. She regretted telling him now, what if the others walked in? What if her mom saw her like this? Once the floodgates opened, she couldn’t stop.

“It was so messed up! How could my brain make Eda say those things?” Her voice was breaking, she was staining his shirt. She felt Clover rub against her cheek and Ghost licking her hand.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” Hunter shushed her. “Nightmares are funny like that. They put your fears right in your face in the most horrible, screwed up way possible.”

“Yeah!” Luz turned to Ghost again. But forgot Clover was there, getting a face full of bee. It made Hunter snort. He quickly regained his composure and continued with a gentle voice.

“But don’t worry Luz. Your palisman is alive, I promise.”

“Can you promise that?” She pulled back to look into his eyes.

“I can. I’m sure they are alive. I can feel it.”

“Thanks Hunter!” Luz barrelled back into the hug. It made Flapjack fall off his head. She squeezed his lungs out as the little cardinal chirped aggressively. “Sorry Flap.”

“He says he forgives you.” Hunter smirks. Luz’s chuckle was still weak. She sighed and let go of her friend.

“I’m just so scared something is gonna happen to it.”

“I understand, but listen Luz. Your egg is save. It’ll hatch and you’re gonna show your palisman to Eda.”

Luz looked up at him, smile big and genuine.

“And before that, I’ll guard it with my life.”

The boy covered in magical creatures, shining brightly like the sun, was now back to looking hilarious. Luz broke out into the belly laugh she wanted before. She definitely felt better now.

———

The gang was outside getting ready to get into the car. Luz felt a little restless again. Her talk with Hunter helped a lot, but her fears didn’t just magically disappear. She wondered if there was a spell for that.

She looked at Hunter. He did say he would guard it right? No. No, thats not fair. He should not have to-

“Can I stay here?” Hunter looked at Camila nervously. Standing in the doorway, still half inside.

The kids stopped in their tracks and turned to him confused.

“I want to, uh, take care of the palismen.” He tried to explain. Picking up Emmiline from the ground as he smiled anxiously. “We shouldn’t leave them alone.”

“We’ve left them in the house before.” Gus pointed out confused.

“Ah well yes. That’s true…” Hunter trailed off.

“I understand, but it doesn’t feel right to leave you behind.” Camila tapped her chin. She didn’t want to force this kid to go to the mall. She still struggled with how to treat Hunter.

There was deafening silence. Guilt crept up on Luz, but he smiled at her. Did he really not mind?

“I can stay?” Willow offered suddenly.

“Huh?” Hunter’s eyes shot to her instantly. A tiny blush crept over his face. “No no no, thats not necessary! You wanna go to mall, right? You should go, have fun.”

He waved his hands, laughing awkwardly. He cursed his voice and his face. Titan why?

“I will stay. I’ve been to the mall enough times.” Vee said, snorting at the stupid boy and prodding him in the side. “Plus, it’d be boring without this guy stumbling through stores and cafes.”

Hunter was conflicted between being grateful and offended. He pushed her away with a hand on her face, earning a laugh from the others. Then he remembered Camila was there too and his back straightened.

“Okay, then the problem is solved right?” Amity asked, rearing to go.

“Yup!” Luz took her girlfriend’s hand and led her to the car. Glancing back to give a silent thank you to her bro.

“Are you guys sure?” Gus asked.

“Oh yeah, we’ll be fine.” Vee waved him away.

Willow looked at them confused, silently questioning Hunter if he was really sure. He smiled at her as genuinely as he could muster. She accepted it, and got into the car with Gus.

“I forgot something!” Luz ran back suddenly. Basically running through Hunter and Vee into the house and up the stairs. Hunter walked after her a little bit, watching the stairs from around the corner.

She flew back down holding her egg. She slid to a stop in front of him. Hunter held out his hands and she gratefully put the palisman in them. He saluted her and she beamed at him.

Then she flew past Vee, saying goodbye, and entered the car. The stragglers waved the off, while Hunter kept the egg behind his back. Camila drove off and the gang was in for fun mall-day.

Hunter and Vee retreated into the house. Vee stared at the palisman in his hands while they walked to the living room. Something stirred in her.

“So… What was her nightmare about?” She asked while giving him side-eye.

“I don’t know if I’m allowed to share that.” Hunter looked at her confused.

“Was it about the egg?”

“Vee!”

“Yes or no.”

“That’s not fair, you know I can’t lie!”

“So yes then.”

Hunter gave her a disappointed look. Her behaviour was surprising. And annoying. Where was this coming from?

“Okay, I’m sorry. I was just…” She looked down at her claws. A little ashamed of herself. “I asked her, ya know?”

He did know. It made sense now. Hunter didn’t fully drop his disappointment, but looked at her intrigued. He waited for her to continue.

“She didn’t want to share it with me, but with you it’s like immediate.” Vee made an explosive gesture.

Hunter’s expression softened. An upset Vee wasn’t easy to comfort, but he could understand her.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not.”

“I was just curious, okay?”

“Sure.”

Vee was about to defend herself, shoulders tense, a finger pointed at him. Basilisk-fury burned in her eyes. Then her arm dropped and she looks more sad than anything.

“I still don’t know if she even likes me.”

“Aww Vee, of course she does!” Hunter put a hand on her shoulder, but removed it slowly when she turned to him irritated. “I mean uh- it’s Luz! She wants to be friends with everyone.”

“I took her place for months!” Vee plopped down on the couch, hugging her tail to her chest. “She said it was okay but what if it really wasn’t? She doesn’t trust me…”

“Just because she didn’t want to talk about her nightmare, doesn’t mean she doesn’t trust you.” Hunter sat down next to her carefully. “It was just a… difficult subject.”

“Then why did she tell you so easily!?” Vee buried her face in her tail with a defeated sigh.

“I don’t know! Probably because of what we’ve been though together.” Hunter tried not to think about the mindscape too much. “Because I get nightmares like that too. And last time, she told me just because I was the only one still awake.”

She still didn’t look fully convinced. Hunter tapped the egg in his lap. Gently running a finger along the grooves.

“Or maybe because I’m a Grimwalker…” He said softly. Vee lifted her head. “She knows palismen are different with me.”

Vee opened her mouth, but couldn’t think of any words. Hunter’s expression was bittersweet. His true identity was a difficult subject too. They rarely talked about it after the reveal.

She had hoped to bond over the fact they were both (part) demon. But she respected his wish to keep it hidden. Maybe this could help him think more positively about being a Grimwalker?

“It’s a pretty cool trait.” She patted the egg. Hunter sighed.

“I don’t know why Luz tells me those things.” He’d rather to stay on the first topic. “But she doesn’t tell Amity either and I’m pretty sure she likes her.”

“You’re right.” Vee giggled. She patted Emmiline as she climbed on the side of his head. “I mean it though, it’s a cool trait to have.”

“Thanks.” Hunter shifted uncomfortably. “I just know it’s not normal.”

“And?” Vee jumped up from the couch. Basilisk-fury returned to her eyes. She shifted into pastel version of Hunter with a clown nose on. “Normal is boring!”

“Hey!” Hunter put the palismen aside to chase her. Which gave Vee a substantial lead, running around the house as clown-Hunter.

They chased each other for a while, the palismen even joined in. Eventually they tired themselves out and Vee retreated to her room to watch a show on her phone.

Hunter wanted to start cleaning again, but Flapjack and Ghost threatened to actually break the duster. So he returned to reading ‘Guide through the Fossil Record’.

He’s always been a fast reader though. Finishing the book under two hours. He put it back on the shelf and boredom took over.

“You look tired.” Clover buzzed.

“He didn’t sleep at all last night.” Ghost mewed at her.

“Thats not true!” Hunter protested. “I slept like 3 hours.”

“That’s still horrible!” Clover flew into his cheek, like a fuzzy punch.

“Yes.” Flap joined his bee friend by pecking his other cheek. “You know that is not a sufficient amount.”

“Yeah, tell em Emmi.” Ghost pushed the chameleon with her nose. The blue palisman stuck out her tongue as her eyes drifted in different directions. “She agrees.”

“Take a nap Hunter.” Flapjack chirped, prodding into Hunter’s cheek again. He averted his eyes with a ‘hmpf’ sound.

“Yes. Nurse Clover demands it.” The little bee said, floating pointedly in his face.

“Nurse Clover?”

“Doctor Flapjack’s orders.” The bird joined in flying in front of his face, to look at him very serious. Hunter just thought they was cute.

“You with them?” He looked at Ghost and Emmiline who had laid down next to the egg.

“With them?” Ghost elegantly crossed her paws. “I run this hospital.”

“I’m a brain surgeon!” Emmiline called out proudly. The other palismen exchanged uneasy glances.

“Yeah… I wouldn’t let you operate.” Hunter tickled her under the chin.

“Anyways.” Clover landed on his knee. “Nap.”

“Yes nurse.” He sighed.

He held Luz’s egg to his stomach and laid down. The carefully carved wood was brimming with potential. Hunter could feel the life softly emanating from the inside. They weren’t quite there yet, but the creature would join them soon enough. And they would be a little menace, just like their witch.

The rest bunched up together and found a place on his legs. Turned out they were right, he drifted off almost immediately.

———

Hunter woke up to giggling and something fluffy in his nose. He heard a camera shutter.

“Shit my sound was on.”

His eyes flew open when he heard Luz. He flinched back, but didn’t get up fully. His head spun from the sudden movement.

He was once again surrounded on the couch. His friends were standing behind the coffee table. Luz was closer in a photographer position with her phone. The giggling had not yet stopped.

Hunter finally investigated the fluffy thing that had been tickling his nose. Ghost. Of course. It seemed he had turned on his back in his sleep, hugging Luz’s egg to his chest. Then the other palisman found their way to curl into his stomach, while Ghost had planted herself in his neck and against his face.

“Welcome back guys.” He yawned when he managed to sit up just enough to lean against the armrest. He snuffed the remaining cat hairs out his nose.

“Good morning~” Amity teased.

“Is this what you meant by ‘watching the palismen’?” Vee poked the Grimwalker in his cheeks.

Luz slapped her sister’s arm and gave her girlfriend a look. If they teased him, Hunter might never sleep again! This was the first time she had even witnessed it. It’s totally not important that she was the one taking pictures of him, not at all.

“I had no choice!” Hunter joked, relieving her concerns. “It was nurse Clover’s orders.”

“Aww that’s so cute!” Willow cooed at her bee still sleeping soundly against his stomach. A soft pink quickly formed on Hunter's face.

“And she’s not wrong,” Gus added, saving him from saying anything stupid. “You need to sleep more, dude.”

Hunter wanted to fire back a snarky respons, but Amity noticed something. The noise she made brought everyone’s attention to her.

“Wait. Why do you have Luz’s egg?” She asked, visibly confused.

A few ‘oh hey’s and ‘wait yeah’s filled the room. It was like everyone just now noticed the blue palisman resting in Hunter’s hands.

“I asked him to keep an eye on it for me.” Luz answered for him.

Hunter carefully handed her precious carving back to her. Luz smiled very gratefully, she was able to have fun at the mall without worrying.

But if he wasn’t opposed to teasing right now…

“Still, this was sight to behold.” She smirked. Hunter’s warm and selfless aura dissipated as he squinted a look of betrayal at her.

“I’ll say!” Gus laughed. “We didn’t expect to come back to this pile of palisman on the couch.”

Hunter sighed. He guessed he should be more embarrassed by this. But those two could tease him all they wanted, because he really didn’t care.

He was stopped, for the second time, from making a smart-ass respons. His attention quickly snapped towards Camila, who just rounded the corner of the living room.

“Ohoho~ look at all the sweet babies together.” She said, when she witnessed the Palisman cuddle herself. “Tan lindo~”

Hunter’s eyes were now locked on their host. His hands fidgeted, picking at his fingernails. He looked at her with a hopeful smile. This was good in her eyes, right? Lindo meant cute, right?

Was it okay to be proud of this? Or should he come off as humble? Wait, was he supposed to say something now?

“I just put the groceries in the kitchen, who can help me put them away?” Camila continued with what she actually came for.

Hunter sprung to his feet.

“Yes! I can do that!”

The huddle of still-sleeping palisman got a rude awakening. As one collective, they slid off his lap. Hunter cringed when they hit the ground with a loud thump.

“Sorry guys…” he grimaced.

Ghost hissed at him and Emmiline made some disgruntled noises of her own. Flap en Clover laid on the ground, absolutely dazed. Nobody was hurt, they were made of wood of course, but that was still stupid.

Hunter cautiously lift his head towards the matriarch. She looked more surprised than anything. What did that mean? What was behind that expression? How could he be so forgetful?!

Amity broke into a snicker. Everyone turned to her and she tried to hide her laugh. But she failed. Luz gained her own wobbly smile from looking at it.

“Sorry, that was really funny.” Amity said as she walked over to Ghost. Who yowled when the witch picked her up. “Oh hush, you little drama queen. You’re fine.”

Luz was about to crack. Vee and the other witches were starting to have amused expression as well. Even Camila put a hand over her mouth, wrinkles formed in the corner of her eyes.

So, she wasn’t mad?

Soon, everyone was giggling again. Willow and Gus picked up their own palisman to shush their whining. Hunter looked at everything a little dumbfounded.

The laughter washed away any feelings of shame. He didn’t feel ridiculed, even though the were laughing at him. He felt a little stupid, sure. But the energy surrounding him was warm and soft. Like the morning sun was shining in his face again.

Hunter bend down to pick Flapjack up. The cardinal was still a bit dazed, but gave him a look anyways. He’d get a righteous amount of hair-tugging later.

“Alright then!” Camila sighed her last chortle away. The Dominican mother gestured to the vague direction of the kitchen. “Shall we?”

Hunter gave her a sheepish smile and a diligent nod. The awkward boy happily followed Camila into the hallway.

Maybe, just maybe, Vee was right. Maybe it was a pretty cool trait to have.

#the owl house #toh #owl house #noceda siblings #hunter noceda #my fic #grimwalker things #fanfic #luz nuceda #vee noceda #vee owl house #hunter and vee are siblings #camila noceda #amity blight #lumity #willow park #gus porter #huntlow #grimwalker #pittwins #human realm

[fangirlfrom-hell]

The Funeral || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠 (I'm so relieved I found this one)

One of my hamsters passed away early in the morning and it was a bit dramatic. He died of old age, he was 2 and a half years. I've been crying all single day, nonstop. I was also planning on going out to skate this afternoon, but I couldn't. I wrote this thinking about him, of course. Ugh, I'm way to affected by this. I hope you read this story until the very end.

Even when he was profundly asleep and deep into his dreams, Jay's eyes snapped open and jumped when he visualized the face of his sister very, very close to him.

-"Jay". She kept repeating and moving him by the shoulder. Her eyes were red and her tiny face all wet, but it was hard to notice. It was dawn and the sunbeams coming through the window weren't that strong to illuminate the room.

Still half asleep and feeling confused, Jay couldn't do anything but blink fast and rub his face trying to wake up. It was until Becca talked again that he noticed she was crying.

-"Jay, something's wrong with Gus".

He put on his shirt and next thing he was leaning towards the hamster's cage.

-"See? He doesn't move".

Indeed, the small orange animal was still in one of the corners, his heavy breathing was notorious because the sides of his belly were moving very fast. His black eyes were almost closed. Jay had the idea to give the rodent a sunflower seed, but he didn't take it even when it was his favorite treat.

-"How old is he, Becc? I don't recall when you adopted him"

-"About two years old...I got it when mom got sick".

He turned to look at his sister with a bit of pity in his eyes. He didn't know a lot about hamsters, but it was sure that two years was a very advanced age for these kind of pets.

-"Alright. Let me search a bit, maybe we can find a clue about what's going on with Gus". He reassured the girl by touching her shoulder and went back to the couch to pick up his phone. The clock marked 6:20am, too early to take it to tje vet. He googled whatever came to his mind: Why is my hamster breathing very fast? or My hamster is struggling to move and also How to know if my hamster is dying. He scanned a lot of articles gathering any information that could be useful for the case.

-"Becc, it says it could be something about abrupt temperature changes..."

-"But he-- is always warm-- enough". She managed to say between sobs.

-"Right. Um, I don't think it would hurt to put something like a small blanket in his cage. Wait--". He dissappeared into his room and after a lot of noises came back with a sock in his hands: "Here. This might help". His hopes were very low, but it was worth trying.

Gus simply didn't heed about the sock. Instead, he tried to move around the cage, stumbling with each object on it. He tried to climb his little house-castle, but failed. He kept walking, struggling to move his hind legs, until he fell over the plate of food. Instinctively, Becca tenderly took him out of there.

-"Jay, he's very cold". She sniffled, getting more upseat as seconds passed. The girl placed the hamster in the table, but this time he couldn't even hold himself up. "Jay!" Becca cried loud.

Her brother knew that was the final sign: Gus was going to die and there was nothing to do about it. He grabbed the animal putting his both hands together. There, the hamster began to take his last breaths, which was a very hard scene for Becca to witness.

There was only one way of saying, the fastest the better: "Sweetie, Gus is dying".

She knew it, but was unable to say a word. Jay passed the little body to his sister and it gave the last breath in her little hands. Immediatly, Becca seeked for her brother's arms and started bawling.

The first rays of sunlight began to enter through the window and dimly illuminated the rodent.

-"He--looks so--beutiful--and in--peace". She sobbed still attached to the detective.

-"Yes, he does. But we should cover him, Becc. Just let me..." He released his sister for an instant and procedeed to tenderly put the hamster inside of the sock.

-"We are going to bury him...".

-"Of course".

Becca started weeping once more, her feelings were very volatile : "...make a funeral and all. Gus deserves it. Call Will, he should be here too".

-"I'll tell you what. Later we'll go out to buy a plant and a cute flowerpot to bury him in there, it will be as a new home for him. We can leave it in the window and that way you will always be close to him. But right now is still too early and you really need to rest". He tucked her hair behind her ears to clear her face. He also tried to wipe the tears, but there were so many more comming out of her big eyes.

The two siblings sat in the living room couch. Becca settled her head on her brother's chest and quicky fall asleep, snnifling from time to time. Jay sent a text to Will before threwing his head back to rest.

It was already the evening. The colorful flowerpot and the suculent cactus Becca chose for Gus were placed on the table, right next to his cage. Even when the hamster was covered inside of the sock, the little girl couldn't help to cry whenever she saw the spot. Actually, her crying had been intermittent along the whole day, something notorious in her pink puffed eyes and pronounced baggy eyes.

The name Hailey Upton appeared on Jay's phone screen and he twisted his mouth as soon as he read the text:

See you later?

The whole Intelligence unit was going to gather at Molly's and he had forgotten about it. He wasn't in the mood, anyway. Jay was also feeling a bit down, not so much for the animal, but for his sister. They were very attached, so it was easy for him to absorb and be affected by her amotions. It was also important for him to stay by her side, he felt it was his responsability to make her feel secure. So it wasn't hard to answer back to his girlfriend:

I have to organize and attend a funeral.

By the time the sunset came, the orange rays of sun trespassing the windows gave a touch of solemnity to the atmosphere. Becca was wearing a formal black dress and shiny shoes of the same color. Jay put on the clothes he would usually wear for a trial day, only without a necktie. When Will arrived to his brother's appartment, he noticed his little sisters' glassy eyes from the distance and walked right straight to hug her: "I'm sorry, Becc. I know how much you cared for Gus".

-"He was my friend". She stated with a lump in her throat.

-"Alright. We should start".

The three Halstead siblings positioned themselves in front of the cage. Becca was in the middle, half a step in front of her brothers. Will fixed his necktie while Jay lit a candle, it was a touching scene to see them this united. Becca was about to start speaking, but got interrupted by the doorbell.

-"That's weird"Jay frowned: "Hold on a sec".

Confusion was evident in his countenance when he opened the door and saw Hailey and Trudy Platt on the other side.

-"Hey! Sorry to interrupt". Hailey started talking in a low voice: "Everybody was asking for you at the bar and when I told them why you couldn't go, well...we decided to come over".

The rest of the detectives started to arrive ony by one from the side of the hallway.

-"I hope we're not late, bro". Kevin said as soon as he showed up.

-"Not at all. We were actually about to start". Jay fully opened the door to let them all in: "Becc, you have visits".

Platt was carrying three boxes in her hands: "I brought cinnamon rolls for the outcome".

-"And I got everything to prepare hot chocolate". Kim passed with a bag in her hands: "Hot chocolate eases the pain". She winked to her friend.

Becca's lower lips started quivering, she was moved by the presence of her brother's friends. Even Hank Voight attended the ceremony and shared some words with the grieving girl: "I'm so sorry for your loss. I'm sure it was a great pet".

-"He was, indeed". The youger sibling muttered with puffy eyes.

Adam, Kim, Kevin, Platt, Voight and Hailey gathered around the cage, standing up around the Halsteads ready to start the funeral.

Becca cleared her throat before her speech, but it didn't help at all to her shaky voice and chocked sobs: "Gus--you were named-- after the mouse from Cinderella. Mom--helped me picked your name--because it was our favorite movie". After the mention of their mother, Will squeezed her shoulder. -"You were always there--for me--during good and--hard times. You always made me feel a--ccompanied even during the time I was a--lone. You al--ways helped me re--member my mommy". Jay and Will shared a painful look. -"Thank--you for listening to--me at all ti--messs, for kee-ping my se-crets, and ta--king away my so--rrow. I don't know wh--what I'm gonna do with--out you in my room, it will be so emp--ty. I fffffeel empty. You were so--good to me, I just hope I--was good for you too. I hope you had a good life, I did my-- best. I--already miss you so--much. Now my mommy--will take care of you. I'm sure she miss-ed you. I--love you and I al--ways will". She ended with an attack of hiccups.

The room was in complete dead silence. Burgess was swallowing hard trying to avoid the tears to roll down her cheeks. On the other hand, Hailey being closer to the family, couldn't avoid it. Voight was standing with his hands on his pockets staring at the floor, Kevin next to the boss with his crossed arms and tight lips. Everyone in the room was touched in a way by the little Haltead speech.

After a few seconds of pause, Becca turned yo face Jay, who was freezed, deep into his toughts.

-"It's time to..."

-"Sure, sorry". He opened the cage and fondly took the hamster out to carefully place him inside of his new spot.

Becca got closer and grabbed some soil with a hand shovel to start burying him, but she paralyzed at the image of her little orange friend wrapped in the sock already half buried. She stared at her brother and slowly moved her head from one side to another, saying no.

-"Do you want me to do it?" He asked already proceeding.

Silent tears quickly transformed into a strong bawling for Becca. Will rushed to hug her and she hid her face in his shirt, leaving it all wet.

When Jay finished planting the cactus over the buried body, he opened the jar of sunflower seeds and took one tu put it over the fresh soil of the tumb: "Thank you, Gus, for taking care of our sister". He said outloud, from the bottom of his heart. He knew the hamster was important for her, but he never imagined how much.

-"Yes, thank you very much". Will followed his brother's idea and then passed the jar to Becca. The girl kissed the seed before leaving it in the place. The dynamic was supposed to stop there, but Hailey affectionately took the jar from the girl's hands and made it roll until every single person in the room did the same gesture.

With the ceremony being over, everybody got comfortable and found a place to sit between the kitchen chairs and the small living room. Becca sat in the sofa, laying over Jay who was holding her as tight as he could. She was physically devastated and tired, her big eyes looked small after all the crying, some silent tears were still rolling eventually.

Hailey was sitting on the other side, with her hand touching her leg as a soothing gesture: "You took good care of him, you shouldn't doubt it. He had a very long life for a hamster".

-"Now he's a plant" Her voice was broken and raspy: "And he has a new little house".

Every now and then, Jay and Will crossed their eyes and stared at each other for a fragment of seconds. It was enough to know they were affected by her sister's words and the mention of their mother, the same ideas going around their minds, meaning they would have a conversation as soon as they find themselves alone.

Trudy, with a cinnamon roll in her hand, bent to be at Becca's height and offered the piece of bread: "I know you like these a lot". Her smile was so warm it would melt the poles.

Following Platt, Kim stretched her hand with a mug of hot chocolate: "And this will help to ease your heartache, trust me".

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a like, comment or share. 😌♡

♡ A video of my buddy happily moving his whiskers, because I want you all to have this mental image of Gus (Altough his name wasn't it):

#jay halstead #one chicago #chicago pd #halstead sister #jay halstead x halstead sister #will halstead #chicago med #jay halstead imagine #will halstead x halstead sister #jay halstead x sister #will halstead x sister #will halstead imagine #chicago pd fic #chicago med fic #halstead! sister

[jwhitewolfbarnes]

The Unexpected Visitor

I know this blog hasn’t been active in a long time, but my recent resurgence of obsession with Daredevil has sparked a need to write. Hope this is a good one. Please give feedback! I am not sure when or if I'll write again but if this does well, I just might!

Characters: Matthew Murdock, Frank Castle, Reader, mentions of Karen Page and Foggy Nelson

Relationship: Matthew Murdock/F!Reader

Description: While alone at the office, a surprise visitor for Matt drops in. He may have a thing for you. 

Warnings: None really. Potentially OOC Frank and Matt, definitely non-canon law office, a slight blind joke, Matt’s devil senses, sexual hints, not beta read, use of Y/N, no physical description given so reader is up to interpretation

Word Count: 1,140

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Working at Nelson, Murdock & Page always seemed to involve something interesting happening at least once a week. Being paid in produce or livestock or baked goods. Seeing people get so flustered when interacting with Matt. Listening to Karen and/or Foggy complain about their most recent dating adventures. But these were all things you could get used to. 

Something you hadn’t gotten used to yet was dating Matt Murdock. Foggy and Karen had placed a bet a little over a year ago when you were hired about when Matt would make his move. Turns out he would make it just before your one year anniversary at the firm. The both of you had confessed feelings while Matt walked you home after a few too many at Josie’s. And here you were, three months later- still working as the office assistant/manager/lawyer and vigilante wrangler/girlfriend. 

It was just you and Matt in the office for a few days while Foggy and Karen were a few hours away meeting with a prominent client. Matt had just stepped out for a short local meeting and said he would pick up lunch on his way back.

As you fought with the printer, the door opened. The man that walked in seemed somewhat familiar to you, but you didn’t have a chance to fully inspect his face before he spoke.

“I’m here to, uh, see Murdock.” His gruff voice cut through the concerning noises coming from the printer. He glanced around the office before his eyes finally settled on you. He watched as you moved to stand behind your desk.  A slight smile appeared on his face as his eyes roamed your figure.

“Well, well… what does Murdock have a pretty little thing like you hidden away in this shithole for?” He let out a low chuckle and moved a bit closer to your desk. You couldn’t stop the small smile from forming on your face. You couldn’t deny it- he was attractive, very attractive. He was large and intimidating wearing dark jeans, a gray shirt, a black jacket, and a baseball cap that covered just enough. He smiled a little bigger, noticing you giving him a once over. You cleared your throat before attempting to speak.

“I, um, I’ve been the office assistant for about a year now. But anyway, what’s your name? And did you have a specific appointment or is this just a drop-in situation?” You tried to avoid making direct eye contact with him so he didn’t think you had any larger interest in him. You nervously fiddled with a string on your pants as you sat down to go over the meetings calendar. 

“Castiglione, ma’am. I didn’t have any appointment or whatever. Where is that asshole anyway, I know he’ll want to hear what I got to say. What’s your name, darlin’?” He makes a move to sit down in the chair across from you. You watch as he settles in and leans forward to place his elbows on the edge of your desk.

“My name is Y/N. And Mr. Murdock should be here in just a moment. He had a short meeting before this. Can I get you anything to drink while you wait Mr. Castiglione?” You gesture behind you to the very minuscule drink area you had forced Matt and Foggy to help you set up. He glances around you and nods. You have a slight moment of panic over admitting you were alone, but something about this guy doesn’t make you feel afraid. 

“A water would be real nice… I am a bit thirsty over here.” You stand up and turn slightly to grab a cup and dispense some water. As you turn to hand him the water, you notice he was most definitely staring at your ass. He clears his throat and leans back, spreading his legs as he relaxes. He takes a sip of the water and makes a little show of licking his lips. 

“So, Y/N, would you like a drink? What do ya say? Tomorrow at 7, me and you darlin’?” He tilts his head back and suddenly the obstruction of his baseball cap has disappeared. You finally recognize him.

“Frank. What are you doing here?” Matt’s abrupt question startles you. You hadn’t even noticed him come in. He sets a takeout bag and his cane down on the desk and moves to stand beside you. You know that he can probably hear your heart hammering in your chest. 

“Finally, Murdock. Bout damn time you show up, but I have to say, the view in here is absolutely something. Such a shame you can’t admire it.” Frank’s eyes never leave you as he speaks. There’s a small cocky smile on his face as he opens his mouth again. “So, what about that drink, Y/N? Just cause this asshole shows up, doesn’t mean we can’t finish what we started.” 

You shoot him a confused look but as you go to respond, Matt cuts in. “Frank, if you would like to keep the privilege of dropping in here and leaving unharmed, you might want to stop hitting on my girlfriend.” There’s a hint of smugness in Matt’s voice as he tilts his head towards Frank. That cocky smile almost instantly disappears from Frank’s face. He suddenly sits up straight and looks between the both of you. 

“Goddamn it, you always get ‘em first, huh? You’re a little shit, you know that?” He turns back to you, “I am sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make ya uncomfortable.” His apology seemed sincere and kind of adorable. This big, scary man apologizing for hitting on you. Matt’s hand has made itself known on your waist, pulling you into his side. You look up at him and then back to Frank. 

“It’s okay. You didn’t make me uncomfortable, it was flattering. It was really nice to meet you. I have heard quite a bit about you.” Matt shoots you a look that you know means trouble for you later while Frank’s grin makes its return. 

“Well, thank you ma’am. Keep me in mind if this one ever fucks up.” He chuckles and throws a finger in Matt’s direction. “Now, about that meeting Red. I ain’t got all damn day here altar boy.” Frank stands up and makes his way to Matt’s office without any guidance. Once he steps inside and the door is shut, Matt turns his eyes towards you. 

“You were flattered, huh sweetheart? Well, I’ll see what I can do about that later tonight.” He leans down and kisses you probably a little too inappropriately for the middle of a law office. As he pulls away, there’s a slight grimace on his face. “I can smell him on you. As soon as he’s gone, we’re fixing that.”

#matthew murdock x reader #matt murdock x reader #frank castle #the punisher #x reader #plus size reader #flirting #kissing #inappropriate behavior for a law office #daredevil #daredevil x reader

[rainbowgod666]

Sonic.exe: (drunk as shit) an' uh- you... y... uuuhhh... honestly? Your girl isss... rreeEALLYy cool actshtually... (demoman noises) aa- at leasth you donth av to let a one offf phrase thefine yu...

SCP-166 Epon: (showing off her eìre goddess side) y- yuyeaahhh... thscanks for teaching her about... th-uuuhh thE SECOND AMENDMENT (she- did she fucking down half a pint of hard liquor like th- IS THAT IN THE "APOCALYPSE KNIGHT" CODE?) WOOOOOOOOOO! thiss... thissum gus shite i tellyahwat...- anyway ye t- think its hardd? Boi lemme tell ye, im suppos' ta be the Foundation's WAIFU! And thossshshshsheee...ff... fUCKs go after... (sighs) the fuckin' furrybait shy girll

Sonic.exe: prEaCh girl, thats... thatsh whut ye learned from whenyou uh... l-lived in a c...hurch

Epon: y-yuh cause like... me father's alto cLef yknow??? He focken döömped me thaer! Me name meansh fucken MEESTÆK in HEBREw! Like???

Sonic.exe: at leASt yer creatorshnot a fuken EDGELORD! HAAAAA

(They both drown the cringe in alcohol)

Herobrine: the top sniper of the Creepypasta Unit and the Second Knight of the Apocalypse everyone. (Disappointment intensifies)

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Tumblr furry: hang on, i get to stay AWAKE and it still counts as anesthesia?

Aubergine Man: its some SCP shit but its actually harmless (turns on red lightsaber) anyway, you said you wanted to transition?

Tumblr furry: yes pls i need the gender euphoria

Aubergine Man: Based.

Aubergine Man: also you get a free blåhaj after gender-affirming surgery and you get three months of hormones free of charge, but then you need a renewal service and depending on the fandom the price can change-

Gaster (from the storage room): afton PLEASE dont advertise during sURGERY

Orochimaru, all the way from the office: yeah! Its annoying!

Aubergine Man William Afton: ah whatever, anyway time for some personalized genital moddding :D

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Eric: so... uuhhh

Kyle: no, i wont tell anybody WHAT you used as the generator for dickinbaus

Butters: you promise?

Kyle: considering that i just saw 30 SCPs taped toghether to generate infinite energy from a taco-bell induced diharrea attack from cartman, yeah

Eric: good.

Eric: so... (looms at butter) you wanna do a nuclear warcrime? I want to staple a nuclear reactor to the dickinbaus

Butters: yeah! Nuclear energy!!!

Kyle: what the fuck is wrong with you two

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Pomni: what is this... white space?

Ink: welcome to the anti-void

Uncle grandpa: its basically an infinite canvas at the bottom of the undertale multiverse.

Dr.bright: its also a physical version of the Noosphere

Pomni:... a- (spontaneous combustion)

I fucking told y'all

(All the charachters that ever canonically knew or had access to a "white space" like the undertale anti-void/uncle grandpa "intermission space" proceed to nod, agree, and talk about how such a simple concept is THIS complex apparently)

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MONIST-1 RA: when i discovered that "Deimos" is also the name of a Madcom Charahcter i... genuinely liked this rock even more

Metat Aun: some people compare me to a scene of an extremely ancient cradle film... "2001 space odissey"... whatever tf that means

P.O.L.L.V.X.: a pilot canonically "pacified" me by having yaoi seggs with me

(Everyone embarassed)

Lancer!Alex (callsign ALPHA): (face bursts from pavement like he got shot from a basement or shit) and i would do it agaaain~

(All NHPs are now currently screaming in abject fear at the UwU NHP-Fucker pilot)

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Collector: why are we in ukraine?

Sonic.exe: i wanna teach you how to use a sniper rifle by killing some REALLY bad russian generals

Collector:... considering my lore, i would like you to define "bad"

Sonic.exe: the one we're "hunting" rn? He kills 10% of his squad every time they lose. And they lose A LOT.

Collector:...

Sonic.exe: were using Alex's "special ammo". This one is .65 BMG, Telekill/Depleted Uranium anti-tank DARPA. And theyre encased in fucking NuclearCraft Extreme Alloy. Because the powder used is so reactive it makes caesium and water look like a fart in a kids cartoon.

Collector:... (realizes that theyre basically launching nukes out of a customized-af barrett) what the fuck is Alex ON when he does these things???

Sonic.exe: the autistic spectrum

Collector: oh yeah right

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(48??u or something idk)

Xian Xiaoli: i need a melee weapon but all i have is the pieces to make a shotgun the size of a Barbarossa!

RA, from a busted radio: then do it?

Xian: how???

RA: let me use my Funny OP-plz-nerf Paracasualty Powers

Xian Xiaoli: (MONIST-1 RA enlightened noises)

Xian Xiaoli: (shudders) whOOH! That actually felt kinda good... thanks!

RA: any day girl!

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Shinji: just so you know, i figured that you didnt wanna do this to "save humanity"

Kaworu: how did you know?

Shinji: Kaworu, we have been lovely breeding each other for 6 hours straight. Its 2 AM and were naked under the covers while we cant feel our S H L O N G S anymore, this is TOO gay to be a "world-saving effort", and honestly?

Shinji, fully embracing kaworu: i wouldnt have any other way ❤️

(They then kept being lovebirds throughout the entire night. Rei was the only one who knew about this but shes based enough that when Asuka asked her she roundhouse kicked her into the wall) (because rei is THUG LIFE BAYBEEEE)

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SCP-096: wait, WHAT

Umbral: yeah, my name is like this because he thought "Number 96" sounded dumb. And one day he goes "actually when I watched the anime i never figured out your name" SO NOW HERE WE ARE!

096: at least its a good name...?

Umbral: THATS THE ONLY UPSIDE-

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Betê Noire betty: please tell me you're joking.

Bright: yep. Were now Alex's OCs because our creatore were associate with Predators

Betty: what

Bright: yeah hes like that

Betty: ALEX IS "LIKE THAT"? HE PHYSICALLY WANTS PEDERASTY TO REMAIN A THING OF THE GREEKS AND NOT A CRIME. Which would be good... IF HE DIDNT WANNA ANTIMEMETICS HUB IT OUT OF THE HUMAN PSYCHE

Bright: yep. He has good intentions, but sonetimes the way he goes about them are... excessively violent.

Betty: and he excuses his mistakes with autism?

Bright: only when its ACTUALLY the autism

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Hank: no you dont get it- Rye is the girlfriend, and Chelsea is the emoticona support pillow

Chelsea: exactly

Rye: (whispers to chelsea) wait so we take turns?

Chelsea: (whispers back) yeah girl, i got the assets but you got the wholesome

Rye: (whispering) aww tysm

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Hunter: honestly nice UNO win there, anyways why are we in your room and what did you mean by "taking your rewar-"

Willow: (stretches Vine like whip)

Hunter: (blushing HARD) oh shit-

(30 mins later, in the living room)

The collector: (staring right at Luz and Amity with the eyes of somebody that is 👌 this close to SNAPPING.) this is what i hear every fucking time i just wanna play pokemon in PEACE, and you two decide to give more material to the "next generation" part of our fandom.

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Monika: ok no seriously Alex, your mom is right- YOU CANT BUY MORE YUGIOH DUDE STAHP

Need content for unboxing. ( ◕_◕)

Monika: (mental breakdown) why are you like this

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Bright: i still feel you did something REALLY stupid

Clef: RE-LAAAAAX. Alex is a literal eigenweapon but he has a moral compass, hes gonna go there and do the job

Shaw: clef. You basically unleashed the only thing that can kill 682 (and then ressurrect it for "natural order" bullshit) on a small CI platoon that managed to get SCP-882.

Shaw: you sent a nuclear bomb eater to recover a nuclear bomb from nuclear thieves

Clef: (realizes that he is gonna be the reason the Veil is gonna be used as a hanging rope for the CI) fuck.

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Epon: why does my "knight" form... excite you so much

Sìgurros: girl, look me in the eyes and TELL me that "fiery war goddes of bare-handed murder with toned abs and large bazonkas" isnt peak waifu

Epon: (teary-eyed from the compliment) t...thank youuuu 🥺

Sìgurrós: exactly :3

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Benjamin kirby Tennyson: i feel like i am forgetting something important

Rex salazar: well you know how the reference goes

Daniel Fenton: if you forgot then it wasnt important!

Ben: u guys are right :3 its probably nothing

(Meanwhile, a few trilion lightyears from earth...)

Alex (Gear5): Ğømü ģòmų ñô...

Divinity: WAIT PLEASE NO-

Alex (Gear5): MÜŁŤÏVĘŘŚÉ ĞÂŤĻĪŃĞ!

Divinity: (cant speak on account of getting fisted from across every fandom ever at once)

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Belos: what.

Luz: yeah so... Alex is about to kill us all

Alex (Gear5) Alex-ULTIMATE FORM : GOMU GOMU NO-

Collector: and its all your fault

Amity: and YOU wanted to join forces with him

Odalia: yeah i know dear daughter, i mean- you get a girlfriend that is a human with less manners than a wild animal? Eh i can survive that. The literal emperor of the boiling isles being not only ugly, misoginistic and bigoted, but also a massive idiot? Oh titan NOPE

Hunter: yeah... considering what he did until now, if i knew he was THIS stupid i would have defected the instant i saw someone else even remotely smart

Alex-ULTIMATE FORM:

DIGAMMA METEOR!

Eda: congratulations, youre a failure

Belos:what-

(And then everyone died in a gigantic HBM mod themed explosion because yes.) (AND there was epic music behind it because here in italy we use sick beats as condiment for explosions)

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Herobrine: between Entity303 using all our internet connection for yaoi, and SCP-4335 basically being kirby but with even less braincells?

Herobrine: better than the screming italians and their constant overkillage anyway

Bill: the what

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Scunt player: what... ARE you?

Alex, omnitrix transformation 250 "team fortress" version SCOUT ultimate form cyberpsychosis scout: im... your upgrade?

Scunt player: that explains the green

Cyberpsychosis scout: those are a ben 10 reference

The entire fucking server: (peeks to see whats happening) what.

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Jax: you know, i get that i need to be nicer to others...

Jax: but INFINITE OVER-THE-TOP ULTRAVIOLENT TORTURING IS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED

Talloran: BOO! GROW A PAIR!

Jax: (crying in existential pain)

Lmao get rekt

Pomni:... why do i feel satisfied looking at this

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Pomni: i want to kill.

Caine: what

Pomni: (looks right at caine) you will be the last one to see this place die.

Caine: what???

Ragatha: (blushing) woah uh-

Pomni: (points to ragatha) you shall reign over the aftermath of my fury.

Ragatha:... thats actually kinda hot ngl

Caine: WHAT THE-

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049: im sorry what

1048: ok look we get it sounds weird but-

2295: we want to build an EVA unit!

049: WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME-

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(Downtime action "Go Diving", gain result 6)

ALPHA: what the fu-

SCP-035: so uhm... if you ever need to know, SCP stuff is compatible with this setting but uuuuhhh... NOT the other way around!

ALPHA: i have questions and that wasnt one of them

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Chara: why does the fnaf movie have a scene where a child does MY "eyes bleeding void" thing?

G. Freddy: in that film im the 「stand」 of a little girl and matpat is there to do the "just a theory" line. Dont ask wtf were the producers smoking

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Sonic.exe after hearing about the "pissing on the moon" incident: yeah sure, like eggman actually DID that...

(A few hours later)

Sonic.exe: (traumatized)

Sonic: we told you.

Shadow: seriously, he was drunk, what did you expect.

Sonic.exe: (broken innocence noises)

Tails: is he gonna have that thousand-yard stare for long? I need somebody to debug a program...

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Baby: i excuse the glorified dress-up but i draw the line at tHIS

Afton: (doing the California Girls meme as a mass of wires in the Vanny costume... all while the "proportions" are "exaggerated") this is how its fucken done :>

Gregory: really. THIS is the villain of the series?

Baby: the film removed all the nuance dear

Gregory: sick claw tho

Baby: ty

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Cyana: (looks around)

Cyana:

Cyana:.

Cyana:..

Cyana:...

Cyana: where the fuck am i.

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Susie: kris where the fuck are we

Kris: this is the chernobyl reactor in 1989, we are here because Towa from DBXV wants to stop Boris The Slav Superstar to crawl out of Reactor 4

Susie: oh yeah, side gig at the dragonball time patrol, i remember

Kris: you need some Omega-3 girl

Susie: where the fuck do i find all that fish tho?

Kris: do i LOOK like i would know?

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Herobrine: ma dici che qualcuno ci fa caso che noi due (come tutti) sappiamo l'italiano

Sans: seeeeeeeeh come se qualcuno ci facesse caso

Herobrine: la "libreria" a snowdin si chiama "librerbia".

Sans: ...senti un pò blockman-

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Alex: im 70% sure this is normal

Cross: Alex, Xgaster is getting springlocked

Alex: yeah thats what i said

Xgaster: (suffering for his fandom crimes in an excessively graphic way)

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Astolfo: being in the testosterone squad is actually really based

(postal dude does a terrorism)

Astolfo: i mean, the only reason im here is that all my testosterone went in my Monster Can and im also pretty sure its also a health problem for future me but hey i get to be the sniper because i have the lowest T of all the squad

Astolfo: (another Gmod explosion in the background) which is probably ANOTHER health hazard. but Duke smokes literal kilos of cigars a day, Postal dude heals using crack, and im pretty sure Slayer is like, 1% Biologically Human so im... probably fine!

Astolfo: we get full health benefits (not just dental) and we kill people as the most masculine team ever, so we're not getting bored anytime soon

(another fucking explosion but this time its CLOSER???) (boi wut dhehel boi)

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Cimmerian: i have no idea WHY am i able to kill Alex by telling him hes wrong.

Cimmerian: and at this point? im not fucking asking.

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Frisk: wait, how did we end up like this?

Betty: see, the thing is, Alex rewrote like three AUs toghether and taped them to eachother, and it WORKED. years later we do wacky adventures and right now were fighting plantera

Asriel, currently escaping from the funny omega flowey joke: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FU-

Frisk: yeah its the last part thats confusing

Chara (flying on a- thats a fucking jetpack): Dimensional Breach. we are going deep into Asriel's Terraria file to grab a zenith and unfuck things up back there

Frisk: ok... still doesnt explain asriel's starter weapon being a funny prism tho

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Massive wave of mindustry drones all ominously chanting the "hamburger cheeseburger big mac whopper" song:

Alex: so yeah, im gonna out-drone robotnik

Sonic:...

Sonic:... compared to eggman, robotnik is fucking insane

Sonic.exe: and extremely pathetic

Sonic: exactly my (technically our) point, but still; Alex. WHAT THE FUCK

Alex: IM GETTING THIS FUCKING SECTOR

IM GETTING THIS FUCKING SECTOR

Sonic.exe: oh no hes doing that thing where hes both in and out of this reality

Sonic: fuck

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Ink: so uhm... should we do something about that?

(SCP-3125 stuck in the threads holding the papers that make the Undertale Multiverse while other SCP gods try to pull him out)

Error: NAAAAAH

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Uncle sam: (turns out to be an immortal sarkic man that genuinely wants to help)

[REDACTED]: let him cook.

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Vriska: 4r3 y0u 3v3r g0nn4 w47ch 0ur 53r135?

Tf do i know

Vriska: FU-

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Shaggy: like zoinks scoob

Shaggy: we fell in the backrooms

Scooby: ruh roh

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Rick:... tumblr is-

Emptier than you expect?

Rick: yeah.

#welcome to the multiverse #homestuck #sonic #sonic.exe #undertale #underverse #scp foundation #ink sans #error sans #deltarune #kris where the fuck are we #rick and morty #autism #glitchtale betty #astolfo #xgaster #fnaf movie #moon elf cyana #herobrine #bill cipher #sans undertale #ddlc monika #golden freddy #ultra instinct shaggy #dr jack bright #tf2 #HBM mod #one piece gear 5 #the owl house #5YL

[tinysillylemonman]

Aka the times that hunter has told flapjack that he loves him and the time flapjack said it first. (aka aka, i try to cope with the ending of thanks to them at 1 am)

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“i love you” he didn’t expect those words to come out of his mouth that night, but they did. There was no reply from the bird nesting on his pillow at first, but then he heard a sleepy chirp in response. hunter couldn’t stop himself from grinning. He’d never gotten to tell anyone he loved them before, he had tried with his uncle once when he was young but was treated with a cold silence. it had only been a few days after eclipse lake, but he knew that what he had just said was true, from the bottom of his heart.

“i looovvveee youuuu” he sing-songed to the bird nestled in his cape. “but you need to let me have my cape flapjack. i’m expected to report to belos any minute now.” the bird playfully pecked at his fingers (which were thankfully gloved) “stay. sleep silly boy. love you, love you love you.” hunter smiled and cupped his hands under the bird, scooping him up and onto the boy’s bed. he sighed and pulled the white cape around his shoulders. “i’ll seen you soon, flapjack. remember to stay hidden. i love you” he closed the door and briskly walked through the castle halls.

“i love you” hunter smiled as he took the perfect and totally not at all blurry picture of his palisman. “love boy, love you. sleepy boy. go to sleep. love, love, love you” hunter sent the picture and then closed his scroll. he was tired, maybe he’d just take a short nap and then get started on studying. he couldn’t help the grin spread across his face. maybe he’d get to play flyer derby again sometime soon, flapjack seemed to really like it too.

“i love you, over and out” he hurriedly whispered, turning off the walkie-talkie after hearing the coos come from the other side. he pretended to not be able to see luz’s- the human’s grin. he also pretended that a small smile wasn’t trying to make its way onto his own face as well. hunter was so ready to get this over and done with so he could see his palisman again.

“i- i love you so much” he sobbed, trying to make noise beyond the copious amounts of tears plaguing him. he had long since stopped hyperventilating, after nearly blacking out and scaring flapjack out of his mind. “love you. love boy. love, love, love you. find shelter. friends help!” his bird chirped, wiggling his way into hunter’s arms. hunter wiped his face of tears and snot and tried to give the cardinal a smile, though it ended up looking more like a small grimace. “i don’t wanna bother them. but i think i do know a place that would be safe.” flapjack would follow his boy to the ends of the earth, and he let his boy take him to a new shelter.

“i love you” he whispered to his best friend. he didn’t whisper out of fear of being heard and punished. but rather for the sake of the exhausted boy sleeping on the bed next to him. gus and mr porter were so kind to let him stay over at their home. hunter didn’t wait for a reply from his bird, he nodded off with his palisman curled close to his body. “love you too. love happy boy.”

“love you, flap.” hunter whispered, in a situation that felt familiar but so, so different at the same time. gus was there again, but on a couch. they were both in the basement of a home in the human realm. “love you. love you silly boy.” his closest companion twittered from the bird cage ms. noceda had given him. hunter frowned a bit and carefully got up and padded over to the cage. he unlocked the door and scooped the bird into his hands, placing him onto the boy’s pillow. hunter had gone from having two to one thing to love in these past few weeks. but at least he still had flapjack. “never leaving. sleep, sleep, sleep.”

“i love you” the bird twitters weakly, laying on his boy’s chest one last time. he isn’t going to last long, he knows this as much as his boy does. flapjack wishes he could have done more, said more. but he does the last thing he can think of, he tries to bring some good out of his death. as his wood fades away, flapjack’s life essence didn’t, instead going into his hurt, hurt boy. he knows that his boy will be hurt for a long time, but he believes in hunter, his silly sweet boy. he knows that his boy’s friends will keep him safe for the bird. “love you, love you, love you my silly sweet boy.” and then there is nothing.

hunter’s eyes are hazel when they open.

#hi i woke up and then couldn’t go back to sleep again after remembering the ending of thanks to them #toh #the owl house #fanfiction #fanfic #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #thanks to them #toh hunter #toh flapjack

[itsmyregularcat]

Who gave the best performance at the show?

So not to cop out within the first sentence, but literally everyone brought their top game in my opinion. It was wholly more impressive than my previous time seeing the former non-equity cast (who were still great), and those who returned (aside from Michelle who was out as Jenny for the show), stepped up their performances as well.

Rather than choose one specific performer, I will go over those who I thought did well enough to be lauded directly, which is going to be most of them.

One of my favourite performers from the last time I saw Cats was Lexy as Cassandra, and she was even better this time around. Her higher energy and unique style as Cass is a good one to begin with, and it was all on full display. Her dancing and range of motion are remarkable. Plus, holy shit she is hot as Cassandra. My God.

Megan Arseneau did a really good job as Jenny during The Old Gumbie Cat, and maybe it was just me, but I feel like she went all out with the tap sequence, and added a bit of extra flair and attitude into it. Definitely would not have know she she was covering by the way she laid it out.

John Anker Bow was absolutely outstanding as Gus, and his vocal clarity still impresses me, even after seeing him twice before Sunday. His blood curdling noises were superb. Definitely the best ones I have heard. His foray as Rumpus Gus was also spectacular, and his Bustopher was amazing as well.

Nora played Demeter as very skittish, upset, and lowkey mad (particularly when Macavity is afoot), and they definitely got the characterization down pat. Their vocal style during Macavity was good, and the way they acted during the Macavity fight was really immersive.

I was not sure what expect from Erica as Bomba given her previous experience as part of the RCCL cast, but you can tell she has played the role it before. Specifically, her movements and mannerisms during Macavity were on the money. Her voice was interesting, and I cannot say it was a bad fit at all, so I am into it. I like when actors end up bringing their own self into a role. Also, definitely looked like how I imagine Bomba would look, so thumbs up for that.

Yuka as Victoria was a big highlight, and I already gushed about her here. I loved her performance, and she is probably my new favourite Victoria. Her smile 💕💕.

Cameron as Old Duet was quite good. You could appreciate that he has a classical training and history in opera. His voice and projection was impressive, and he peaked his mic during Old Deut for how powerful he was.

Taryn as Rumple was perfectly mischievous and bubbly, so she gets a good stamp of approval in my eyes. I do not have anything specific to really comment on, but noticed she liked being silly in background interactions with other cats.

Hank did very well as Tugger, and captured the spirit of the character much better than Zach did (sorry Zach). He played Tugger as sauve and boisterous rather than juvenile, and was the sexy cat he was supposed to be. Also, his energy during the time after the bows was awesome. He flew around that stage.

Sam as Sillabub and Reagan as Tanto were both great, and I was impressed by Sam's voice during the Moments Of Happiness. Much richer than I was expecting.

I guess that is it? Anyone else who performed that I did not mention were exceptional too do not get me wrong. There is SO MUCH going on during the show to pay good attention to everything and everyone.

#i very much enjoyed the show #by the end of Act 1 i was legit floored #they killed it through and through #cats the musical #cats musical #rumpleteazer #victoria #tantomile #Sillabub #old deuteronomy #Demeter #gus #rum tum tugger #Cassandra #jennyanydots #lexy bittner #megan arseneau #yuka notsuka #sam bello #reagan davidson #cameron schutza #hank santos #erica lee cianciulli #nora degreen #taryn smithson #but yeah goddamn Lexy - wow #cats us tour #us tour 6

[riahlynn101]

"Of Headaches and Heartaches" (8).

A/N: Long time, no see! Sorry I've been MIA on this. I lost motivation on this, but I'm back :D Thanks for sticking with me! I have chapter 9 done, and I'm half-way done with chapter 10. You can expect weekly updates for this story from here on out (probably on Wednesday or early Thursday morning).

Chapter Eight

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An hour later, Gregory’s sleeping in Luis’ old playpen he managed to dig up from the basement. Not exactly ideal, but then again, nothing about this situation is ideal. 

Ten or so feet away, sitting side-by-side on the loveseat, Vanessa and Luis are laser-focused on their devices’ screens. Each conducting their own search: Luis on his computer and Vanessa on her phone. 

Luis taps the down arrow, scrolling through the local news articles. “You’d think someone would have posted something about a missing kid…right?” 

“Maybe? Unless he was abandoned?”

“Poor kid,” Luis murmurs sympathetically. 

“Not one post.” Frustrated, she taps her keyboard with way more force than necessary. She stands up and starts to pace, eyes still glued to her phone.

“Maybe they lost him and are too afraid that they’ll be judged harshly if they admit they lost him...?” It’s weak reasoning, at best, but if Luis is good at anything, it’s being outwardly optimistic. 

“Not an excuse,” Vanessa snaps, finally looking up from her phone. 

“Didn’t say it was…”

She groans and shakes her head, as if trying to clear it. “Sorry. I know it’s not your fault. Actually, I should be thanking you right now.”

“Aw, don’t even worry about it. Just try to remember I’m only here to help. This whole situation will go a lot smoother if we’re working on it together.” Luis closes his laptop, setting it on the coffee table. “I think we both need some rest.” He stands, motioning further down the hall. “I just cleaned the guest room a week ago, so it should be all set up.” 

Vanessa stares at him. 

He falters, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean…unless you want to drive home. But…but it’s late. And the roads were already bad. I can’t imagine they’d be any better now, and-”

“No, sorry. Long day. It took me a second to process what you were saying. But yeah, I’d like that- uh, sleeping in the guest room.”

She starts for the hallway but pauses, turning back to Luis. 

“It’s the third room down the hall to the right,” he supplies helpfully. 

“Yes, thank you. Just, what about Gregory?”

“Oh, well, I figured I would camp out on the couch.” He smiles, plopping back down on the couch to emphasize his point. 

“No,” she says, placing her hands on her hips. “This is your house, and it’s only fair that you get a goodnight’s sleep without worrying about babysitting.”

“Nah.” He grins, already laying down. There’s a throw blanket on the back of the couch that his abuela made for him years ago. “I’ll be fine.”

“Gregory is my responsibility. I brought this on myself.”

Luis tsks her, propping himself up on his elbow. “What’s with all the talk of bringing things on ourselves? It’s depressing, and I already told you we were in this together .” A sudden wave of exhaustion sends him laying back down. “Besides, it’s not like that police will care about whose fault it is. We’re both just as culpable.”

Vanessa sighs. “You’re right.”

“That’d be a first.”

“But I still feel bad about sleeping in a bed when you’re uncomfortable on a couch.”

“You’re not going to drop this, are you?” Luis asks, looking up at the ceiling. 

“Nope.”

“Then there’s only one solution.”

-x-x-x-

Vanessa shifts. The air mattress has deflated in some places, and she’s nearly rolled off the bed because of it. 

Per her previous concerns about Luis being uncomfortable. Her co worker took it upon himself to rummage around his basement in search of the one thing more uncomfortable than an antique couch -

a hole-ridden, duct taped-together, dust-covered air mattress. 

They couldn’t risk waking Gregory up, so he used a manual air pump to avoid making unnecessary noises.

“Ness, you can still sleep in the guest room,” Luis told her, once they were both settled in. “Or I could trade with you. I take the-”

“I’m okay. Thank you. Let’s try to get some sleep. Big day tomorrow,” had been her only response back.

Now, three hours later and two hours until she has to report for work, Vanessa is rethinking every single life choice she ever made to get here. She turns on her side, hoping to find rest for half-an-hour or fifteen minutes - contrary to popular belief, she isn’t picky. Sleep is sleep. 

She closes her eyes, the long day behind and ahead of her weighing heavily on her shoulders. Nearly asleep…almost asleep.

“Momma!”

Vanessa jolts awake, sitting straight up. Behind her, she hears Luis mutter something definitely not of the English language. 

Not having fallen asleep herself, she’s the first to act. In seconds she’s hurrying across the air mattress, and trying her hardest not to stumble into the coffee table Luis put off to the side to make room for the air mattress. 

Once she makes it off the death contraption falsely labeled a mattress, Vanessa is pleased to see Gregory is, in fact, not actively dying, on fire, or dead. He looks up at her, face red and scrunched up. 

Upon seeing her, he lifts his arms. “Up,” he says.

Luis, finally awake enough to remember their predicament, joins her at the playpen. “I’ll go make breakfast. Let me know if you need any help.” He gently pats Gregory’s head. “Goodmorning, bud.”

He leaves for the kitchen. 

“Up,” he repeats, eyes pleading with her. 

“Yes, yes, sorry.” Vanessa picks him up and props him up against her hip. “Did you have a good rest?”

Gregory lays his head against her shoulder. 

“Hm, not very talkative in the morning?” He doesn’t respond to her question, which oddly is the only answer she needs. 

She does her best to make him look presentable and leaves him with Luis-who has already made breakfast and gotten himself ready-while she gets ready for work. 

Shutting the bathroom door, Vanessa slides down to the floor. In truth she’s pretty much ready. She didn’t go back to her apartment last night for an extra change of clothes, and the only thing she needs to do is pull back her hair. But she just wants to be alone.

Even though Luis seems gung-ho about sharing the blame if they’re both caught, and equal responsibility if they’re not, Vanessa can’t shake the feeling that something’s decidedly off about this entire ordeal. Well…. besides the obvious.

There’s a knock at the door. She jumps, leaning forward away from the door.

“Ness?” Luis asks, giving one last tap at the door. “It’s getting to be that time.” He laughs (Vanessa’s always liked his laugh, it’s warm and deep and….) “I wouldn’t want your breakfast to get cold.”

“Thanks, Lu,” she calls. “I’ll be out in sec.”

Luis hums back in response, leaving her be. 

She gets to her feet. Bracing herself against the sink, she looks into the mirror. “Okay Vanessa, you can do this. Today has to be better than yesterday, right?”

-x-x-x-

They carpool together in Vanessa’s car, and arrive at the pizzaplex a quarter past eight. She parks in the nearest parking spot to the side door. Gregory is conked out by the time Luis is pulling him from the seat.

He groans, trying to snuggle deeper into the seat. 

“I know, bud, but you have to go to daycare,” Luis says, sympathetically. “At least for a few hours.”

They move quickly, keeping an eye out for their coworkers. The side door takes a moment to open, the sensor having been frozen over the previous night. Impatiently, Vanessa rubbed the stupid little box with the sleeve of her jacket, hoping to make it work. 

Somehow, after winning the battle against the door, they manage to make it to the daycare without any more problems. 

It’s still early, so the only kids that would be in the daycare would be the early, early morning staff’s kids. And not many of them have kids in the first place, so it’s no surprise really that the whole place looks nearly empty. 

Sundrop prances up to them. “ Oh ,” he says, enthusiastic in a way only a robot, programmed to always be happy and excitable no matter the circumstances, could be. “You came back.”

“Yeah…” she says, because honestly, what choice did she have? If she didn’t come back, then the daycare attendant could go blab to the higher ups. Which undoubtedly would lead them to questioning her, and Vanessa has never been good under-

“Sunny!” Gregory squeals. He wriggles out of Luis’ grasp, toddling over to Sundrop. “Missed you,” he murmurs, hugging the daycare attendant’s legs. 

“Well, we should go clock in,” Luis says, nudging her to the exit. “I’ll be back to pick Gregory up by four. Bye Gregory.”

Sundrop gives only the barest hint of acknowledgement, but knowing what these robots are capable of, it’s likely he heard him loud and clear. 

“Bye Gregory,” Vanessa says, allowing Luis to lead her to the door. 

Gregory, too preoccupied with the colorful room and potential friends, doesn’t see them leave. 

-x-x-x-

The rest of the day is spent doing menial tasks, dealing with entitled customers, and researching all the facebook pages and websites dealing with Hurricane’s missing and runaway children. 

On her lunch, she sees Luis. He’s just as frustrated as her, with the progress they’ve made regarding Gregory. 

“Maybe he was abandoned,” Luis floats the idea, apprehension bubbling to the surface, but he quickly recants it. 

“You could be right.” 

“I hope I’m not.”

He’s paged not long after, leaving Vanessa with her thoughts.

#fnaf au #fnaf security breach #fnaf gregory #fnaf fanfic #fnaf vanessa #fnaf luis #of headaches and heartaches #cross posted on ao3

[potato-an0n]

I finished majority of my assignments and I just got home from work so, amillow (+huntlow) prediction/ hc/ fic for labyrinth runners.

*somewhere during the ep*

“I don’t get it Willow, how can you trust him? After everything he’s done to you, me, Luz, Gus and your team?” Amity says in an accusatory tone.

“He stood up for us against Darius when he thought he was going to hurt us. He’s not as bad as you think Amity,” Willow says in a neutral tone of voice.

Amity pouted at her a bit. “Just because you guys are talking on penstagram doesn’t mean he deserves to be trusted. I tried to help him back in eclipse lake and not only did he attack me, he threatened Luz! I don’t want him to hurt you too.”

Willow is starting to feel a little frustrated. “And just because you had a bad encounter with him doesn’t mean he’s a bad person-“

“You’re not understanding Willow! (No pun intended) He can’t be trusted!”

“No you’re not the one who’s understanding Amity! You talk about Hunter leaving a bad impression like you haven’t broke your friendship with me because I was a late bloomer and picked on me for years! So don’t start acting like you didn’t betray me too!”

Amity face widened with shock from Willow’s outburst, but she also felt hurt. Willow was also taken aback from her sudden outburst and felt tears forming in her eyes.

“Amity, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“No, you’re right. I-I thought that we were progressing after what happened a couple months ago, but….it looks like we still have a long way to go…..I just want us to be friends again, and it upsets me that you chose to quickly forgive Hunter over me and-I don’t know I just-,” Amity pauses, feeling the tears well up in her eyes.

“Amity, it isn’t like that at all. I do want to be your friend again it’s just…..I just need more time. I do acknowledge that you’re trying and I’m thankful that you’re doing better but I’m still hurt Amity. Hunter on the other hand, I wouldn’t necessarily say I completely forgive him too, it’s also a work in progress, just like us.” Willow paused for a moment and sighed.

“Look Amity, both you and Hunter were scared and manipulated, and that caused you guys to hurt others, including me. I gave you both a second chance because I know deep down, you aren’t bad people and I think you guys deserve it,” Willow says with a teary smile.

Amity sniffles a bit and quickly wipes her eyes,” I know sorry isn’t going to make for everything I’ve done to you and I’m a hypocrite…..it’s unfair of me to project onto Hunter since we’re basically in the same boat, but I don’t know…..I don’t think I can forgive him…..especially when he threatened Luz……”

”I know you can’t forgive Hunter for what he did and it will take time but in my opinion, he’s worth giving a second chance. And you are too." Willow smiles to herself and Amity notices.

A sudden noise interrupts them.

“Anyways, as much as I would like to continue, we have to go!” Willow says as she holds her hand out to Amity. Amity hesitates a bit but she grabs it and they’re both running down the darken halls of Hexside, hoping that they’ll find Luz and Hunter safe.

#amity and willow talking about their issues #huntlow #predictions #that'll most likely not be accurate #who knows #we'll find out on saturday #i introduced my cousin to the owl house for the first time #we just finished eda's requiem #her favorite character is hooty #and guess what episode is next

[bloodonhissocks]

Little sad thing about Psych, but my roommate and I just watched “One, Maybe Two, Ways Out” (5x9) and we talked a lot about the end of the episode. For context, this is the episode where Shawn has a “serious Shawn moment” and tells Gus that he can’t imagine himself happy without Juliet who overhears everything. Later, Juliet spontaneously kisses Shawn after he gives her a bittersweet speech about taking pictures to save precious memories.

This entire scene is portrayed as romantic and a big romantic climax. Finally Shawn and Juliet are getting somewhere and moving toward a relationship. The music paints their kiss in a positive, wonderful light. My biggest problem here is that Juliet literally cheats on Declan. No way around that one. She’s about to go on a 12-day vacation with her boyfriend who genuinely likes and cares about her to the point that he came clean about his profession and is clearly shown throughout the episode to be abiding by his decision honest with Juliet. But all of that is dismissed because she happened to overhear Shawn and Gus’s conversation.

This now gives up the impression of “the one all along.” Shawn and Juliet have been slowly (but directly) building up to a canonical romantic relationship. Since Juliet first appeared in 1x2, it’s clear that they were set up as characters who would ultimately get together (which is a whole other post about character archetypes but also romantic relationship archetypes). Now that it’s been 5 seasons, their journey has finally hit a climax and that moment takes over everything.

Like I said before, it overshadows the fact that Juliet is actively cheating on Declan. We know Juliet knows that her behavior was wrong because right before she kissed him, her facial expressions conveyed conflict. She overheard Shawn’s feelings, so she knows that Shawn is saying all these things to her because he’s in love with her and is projecting onto the situation his desires to capture these kinds of experiences with her. As a result, we are sympathetic to Juliet as she’s experiencing this cognitive dissonance where she knows she cannot do anything and that is what makes it sad from her POV. But then she kisses Shawn anyways and that’s where it gets bad given the way it comes off.

I feel like this scene influenced me a lot as a kid. It gave me a certain perception of romance and romanticized behaviors like these. The chemistry between Shawn and Juliet excused Juliet’s cheating in that one scene (I say this because it’s been a while since I’ve seen the next episode and I’m sure they address it and I know Juliet and Declan ultimately break up soon after).

Also during this scene, Shawn and Juliet stare longingly at each other after Declan returns to the room and hugs Juliet. The music heightens the longing and the close up shots to their faces further highlight them. Because of the music, Declan’s voice seems to be background noise as Shawn and Juliet are meant to be the focus of the scene. This longing is sad because the audience knows that they both finally know each other’s feelings (even though Shawn doesn’t know that Juliet knows) and are unable to be together because Juliet is dating someone else. This makes Declan a “villain” because he’s now in the way of Shawn and Juliet getting together and it’s been consistently obvious that they were “meant to be.”

Anyways, those are my thoughts on the scene, but I still love Psych and it was always be nostalgic to me and hold a special place in my heart. I’ve just started to notice some of these more intricate details and implications and I like sharing my thoughts

#if you read this wow thanks #I’m high rn and I’m having thoughts #I love watching psych with my roommate bc we’ve both seen it 25x and we can afford to stop saying attention for 10 mins while I rant #this is also definitely the influence of therapy lmao #I know so many things about myself now #if anyone wants to be tagged in more psych posts #let me know because I’m starting to share more of the high thoughts I have while rewatching #psych #psych tv #psych usa #shawn spencer #burton guster #gus #shawn #juliet o'hara #shules #jules #mkwg4271

[iiryoku]

* @sagnaevi​ :  " What did they say to you? I swear to god, I'll kill them... "

Satoru believed those words, because he knew how protective Suguru could get - how protective they both could get. After all, they were peas in a pod, even if he was usually the one going off before Suguru due to how he was the least calm of them. Usually, his guiding light was his one and only, but this time, the younger was anything, but that. No, in fact, Suguru was a raging storm due to probably having overheard some of the students, from their sister school, talk about what they had said to him earlier. 

It wasn’t the first time that others had been rude to him, far from it. Fear, jealousy and insecurities made people do horrible things, not that Satoru cared all that much about what others thought of him, but it still sucked to hear and had made him honestly angry, but due to one of the teachers having been nearby and due to him not wanting to be pulled from the tournament that would take place tomorrow, he had bit his tongue. Also, he really didn’t want to let Suguru down and be disqualified from it allt. Even if he had been close punching one of them right in the jaw as they had said something as low as; in the end, you’re good for nothing, but reputation and carrying on your bloodline. You would have been a nobody if it wasn’t for your clan. Gotten promised off to some other fancy clan yet? Satoru hated it, hated when all people saw was his clan and nothing else. It made his blood boil. However, having heard Suguru’s voice, he had calmed a bit and put on a smile.

      ❝  Nothing special, Su~gu~ru~ You know, empty barrels make the most noise. Isn’t that how the saying goes?  ❞

And they would make even more noise tomorrow, when nothing was going to Stop him from showing them exactly what he was capable of, when pissed.

      ❝  You know, it’s awfully hot when you get like this~   ❞

Was this a way from distracting Suguru from the fact that he had gotten affected by the words that had been aimed at him? Yeah, but there was also truth in this.

#ask. #sagnaevi. - ( Suguru. ) #ic. - SATORU. #Satoru. ( youthful years. )

[jadeisbetterrrr]

lumity fluff

(amity stayed in the demon realm and they reunite and runs new hexside)

its a regular day, well, not too regular since the world is on fire. amity is walking around and making sure the place is secure since she's the "ruler", although she doesn't like that term.

"everything is running smoothly matt." she said. "well i was wondering if i could bring up a new idea" matt said as they were strolling down the halls. "what is it?" "me and jerbo were thinking that we could keep a track of food of non perishables and perishables to make sure students are well fed." "i like it, so it would be like a pantry/storage?" "exactly like that." "well i say let's do it, pleasure doing business with you capitán tho lo mule" amity said very dramatically.

"as do you lady blight." matt said bowing down. amity and matt then laughed for a bit since happiness wasn't common now since the day of.... you know. after the two were done giggling like two little kids amity heard a familiar voice, a voice of a human.

"AMITY?" amity then whipped her head around and saw her favorite human. they ran towards eachother as amity jumped into her arms as luz twirled her around as they both giggled, followed by crying. "l-luz i thought you were in the human realm what are you doing here?" "oh you know me, im a mystery whisperer and decided to pop up, why are you crying?" "you're crying too! and im js really happy." amity then cupped luzs face and swiped the tears away as luz bent down to kiss her. it wasn't for long because it was interrupted by another human.

"ahem" camila coughed. luzs face then turned a cherry-red as amity got the hint as her face went red two as they put both their hands behind their back, almost in sync. "don't worry i don't bite, nice to meet you" camila said. "u-uh nice too meet you too, my names amity" as she brought a hand out to shake camilas but then felt camilas hand on top of her head. amity then felt luzs hand clutching hers, the moment was then ruined by two green haired- twins walking over here. "hey luz! we haven't seen you in a while!" ed said. "hey ed, hey em" luz then waved and smiled.

"what do you guys want?" amity said, annoyed. "what we can't say hi to our baby sister?" em said, then smirked as she cupped amitys face and made all these baby noises. "ugh em get off of me!" amity then pushed her hand away. "these are you siblings?" camilla asked. "unfortunately" amity responded. "cmon mittens were js messing around with you" ed replied. "whos this?" em said, her trust was a little harder to earn then ed's. "i'm luzs mom" camila responded. emiras expression softened when she realized she wasn't going to be trouble. "awe mittens, you didn't tell us your girlfriends mom was hereee" ed said, he giggled a bit at the end and teased mittens.

"oh shut up" amity said, glaring the two. "cmon amity they're not gonna do anything." luz said nudging her girlfriends, amitys expression softened and then turned around to say hi to her bsf willow, "oh wow, you turned mittens soft" ed said, looking genuinely shocked. camila and luz then joined willow and amity as luzs hand found her way to amitys. "hey so who's the ruler here?" luz whispered into her gfs ear. "oh uh- heh, me, although the term ruler seems a bit dramatic, i just supervise teens." amity said brushing it off.

luz then looked at her with widened eyes and a blush on her face, she could not believe how cooler amity could get. "w-well i-i uh" luz stuttered through every word as willow, gus and camila laughed at her. amity then felt a lightbulb go off in her head. "oh!, i forgot to show you guys, follow me!" she motioned for the rest to follow as she clutched luzs hand and ran through the halls. luz then seemed dazed, her heart beat was going 100 mph as she almost tripped just looking at amity. "okay, gus we'll start with you first!" amity then knocked on a door.

"perry?" gus's ears perked up as he saw the door open which revealed his father sitting, reading a book. "yes?- AGUSTUS?" perry then threw his book on the floor as gus ran to his dad as he hugged him and cried. amity then closed the door and went to the next one, she then motioned for willow to come close as she knocked on the door, revealing her parents as well. "gilbert? herb?" "DAD? PA?" willow then ran toward them as they did a group hug. amity then did the same for hunter, showing him darius. "i swear he never stops asking about you hunter. "

amity then reached the final room, only knocking once then said "eda?" luz then felt her heart beating a billion miles per hour. amity then opened the door, revealing eda, blabbing about apple blood. eda then turned to see luz as her face dropped. luz ran towards eda as she sobbed and hugged eda as eda, well eda was appalled, she needed a sec to process. "luz?" eda whispered. camila then leaned on the doorway as eda said "hey boots" amity then waved and looked at the floor, feeling happy for her friends, but she wanted her dad. how foolish is she to be 16 and wanting her dad, she has way too many things on her agenda to do then sit her and cry for dad.

2 hours later -

amity was now in her pjs, laying down in bed, she couldn't sleep, it was about 2 am. she kept staring at the ceiling, she had tried everything to sleep, but she just.....couldn't. she then heard her door open as she sat herself up and saw luz. "hey ams, did i wake you?" "no, im still up." "can i stay here? i havent seen you for a while and i missed you." amity was glad it was dakr because her face turned a bright red as she nodded and made space for her girlfriend. luz then laid down as they looked at eachother. "you look so sleepy hermosa." amity then gave a soft chuckle "i am, i think i have been for a very long time."

luz then caught amity off guard as she repositioned her and held her, "well im so glad i'm here because now you can have the luz moved expirience of being held." amity then felt herself pull luz closer as she gave her a soft jaw kiss, they then told eachother goodnight as they drifted off to sleep.

AUTHORS NOTE

OK THIS IS REALLY LONG IK IM SORRY 😭, I HAD THIS IDEA AND I JEEDED TO GET ITBOUTBMY HEAD

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#lumity #luz #amity

[starlingsrps]

my favorite color.

that adam can smell the vodka coming out of eve’s yeti doesn’t bode well for the drive to vallejo or the rest of the day. it’s barely nine am on memorial day and sure, some could consider it a drinking holiday but it does seem a little early. 

“uh, evie?” he asks as she takes a slug after buckling up. “did you eat something first?”

she shoots him a look. “i had yogurt.”

“and is that vodka and vodka or…?”

“la croix.”

he raises his eyebrows and nods slowly. “cool. take it easy, okay? no repeats of easter.”

she rolls her eyes. “fuck off. that was food poisoning.”

he backs out of her driveway and pulls into traffic. “oh, sure. mimosa poisoning.”

“i said fuck off.” she shoves the yeti into a cup holder. “are we picking up your boytoy or what?”

he rolls his eyes but keeps them on the road. “yes.”

eve makes kissing noises and he cranks up the radio to shut her up. grady only lives a few

blocks from eve and it’s still far too long. somewhere along the line, grady went from something neatly categorized to something more complicated that he doesn’t think he minds. it’s fun though. they’re just having fun and seeing where it goes and it turns out to be nothing, adam has spent six months doing worse things.

jazz piano intensive. the guy who thought he was the reincarnation of lord byron. highlights. he’s definitely made worse decisions.

if his heart does a gross wet flop when grady slinks out of his front door wearing sunglasses and a carly rae jepsen t shirt with the arms cut off, that’s no one’s business but his. between the three of them, he imagines they almost make one functioning heterosexual. he has a backpack slung over his shoulder and shuffles his way to the curb as though he’s a thousand years old and to move any faster would shatter his bones.

finally, grady slides into the backseat with a moan and the sound of clinking glass. “it’s too fucking early,” he whines, setting the backpack on the seat next to him. “wake me when we get there.” 

adam nods towards the backpack. “what the hell is that?”

“beer.”

“in a backpack?”

he shrugs. 

“are you nineteen? are you nineteen and we’re going to a frat party?”

he lifts his sunglasses and sends him the same dark look eve did earlier. “yes adam,” he says sarcastically. “i’m nineteen and we’re going to a frat party.”

“you two are going to kill me.”

“i don’t have a cooler.”

adam decides to not dignify that with a response and pulls into traffic. both of his passengers are quiet (though he hears a muffle bottle cap pop in the backseat before they’re halfway over the bridge), giving adam time to continue emotionally preparing for the day ahead. eve skates through most family events by being barely sober and grady is chaotically charming enough that he’s sure there won’t be any issues there. 

it’s himself he worries about. being back in vallejo sends him right back to seventeen, deep in the closet and getting hammered on gus’ roof. he’d had plenty of beer in backpack moments himself, half out of survival and half just because he could. eve tells him that he gets bitchy after more than an hour in their childhood home and she’s right - and he hates admitting when eve is right.

so he doesn’t.

he parks behind stephanie’s giant mom-mobile and eve slinks out, her straw rattling in an already empty yeti, in search of a refill. “hey, one sec,” he says, calling grady around to his side of the car. he quickly unbuttons his shirt and hands it to him when he comes around.

“seriously?” grady asks after rolling his eyes.

“leah’s husband is a waste of oxygen,” he says, tucking his plain white t-shirt into his belt in an effort to make it look like he did this on purpose. “saving you a day of ‘call me maybe’ jokes and frat house inspired homophobia, i promise.”

grady rolls his eyes but gingerly sets down his backpack of beer to shrug into the shirt. “you’re so fucking weird. they know you’re gay, right? fuck, did you invite me to your coming out party because i swear to god-“

“i came out when i was seventeen,” adam says. “give me some credit.”

“well then,” he finishes buttoning, leaving a trace of carly rae’s face visible, and places his hands on adam’s shoulders. his face is solemn. “fuck ‘em.”

it’s the nicest thing adam thinks anyone can say to him today.

#type: writing #s: adam x grady

[holding-hands-and-hearts]

I love seeing explorations of undeveloped characters, so maybe a little request for written delights with Chopper (the clone, not our devilish droid)?

There’s a noise, from somewhere in the periphery, something just deliberate enough to seem accidental. Chopper snorts into his bunk.

“I was expecting the commander.”

A beat of too-stiff silence passes. He does not look up. “Or the captain.”

The noise shifts, the broken-off sound of a heavy, stifled sigh. There’s only one person who breathes like that, one person with a stupid goatee and an ironclad alibi, who’s so unproblematically average that it’s infuriating. Chopper keeps his face pressed into the bunk’s thin pillow, seething, and mutinous anger gnaws at his stomach.

“Well, you’ve got me,” Gus mutters. He at least has the decency to sound sullen about it.

Just leave it alone, Chopper wants to say. Go away. He doesn’t want to see Gus’s face or his stupid goatee or the bandages wrapping his arm. Gus is a better trooper, Gus is a better brother, whatever.

He sighs. “What do you want, Gus?”

“You can stop sulking, you know,” Gus says, suddenly. He cuts off the phrase, as if he didn’t mean to say it, but nagging Chopper is like poking unexploded ordnance with a long memory.

“Haven’t you done enough?” The pillow muffles his response, but the words snap all the same, and plastoid rattles behind him as if Gus has physically recoiled.

“Haven’t I - ”

“Why are you here, Gus?” Chopper demands, louder. He mushes his face harder into the flimsy pillow, and feels the rigid mattress squash his nose flat.

Gus sighs again, frustrated, and it’s satisfying in a darkly vindictive kind of way, but Chopper can’t be bothered to be guilty about it. “Sorry. I just - I came to say. Sorry. That’s it. I’ll leave you alone.”

Chopper wants to laugh. “For what?”

“For - by all the kriffing stars!” Gus huffs. “You are impossible!”

“I’m impossible! Sure. Just - sure.” Chopper pushes himself up from the bunk. “I don’t have to listen to this. I don’t need to be nitpicked. Either say what you’re going to say and get out or I will!”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Gus slams his fist into the wall, and savagely Chopper hopes it hurt. The deep thud of knuckles against the wall echoes, dark and prideful and sharp-edged anger. “You’re not - you’re not defective. I’m sorry I said what I said. I’m sorry our CO betrayed us and tried to pin it on you. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I’m just sorry. And now I’m going.” He turns on his heel and marches to the door, and Chopper lets him.

The lock clicks shut, and Chopper sits back on his bunk and runs his hands over his sandy buzz cut. The stupid kriffing necklace of stupid kriffing battle droid fingers is under the bunk.

He throws it against the wall.

*******

Someone clears their throat behind him, and Chopper doesn’t acknowledge it. Anyone who knows him well would take it as acquiescence; anyone who didn’t would probably kark off without an affirmative.

Jester, though, knows him - at least well enough not to be put off by Chopper’s prickly reticence. He drops his tray on the table a little too loudly, and sits down as if he had to steel himself for it. His fingers are shaking.

Jester clears his throat again, and Chopper looks up to stare at him. He drops his fork.

Chopper sighs through his nose. “I don’t bite.”

“I - I know,” Jester says, with just enough indignance that it’s almost funny. He picks up his fork again, and pokes at the flat square of processed protein in front of him.

“Just get it over with,” Chopper advises, dryly. “It’s not as dry as yesterday’s.”

“Great.” Jester pokes the ration bar again. Chopper rolls his eyes.

“Come to say something? Like Gus?”

“No,” Jester says, too quickly. “Well….yes. No.” The fork leaves a mark this time.

Chopper snorts. “Just get it over with,” he says, again, but they both know it’s not about the ration bar anymore.

“I don’t know.” Jester stares at his tray. “I just - I don’t know. I just wanted - you know. To be here.”

It’s sweet, maybe, or at least something approaching it, and Chopper knows perfectly well Jester’s skittish enough that presence is what he can manage. He won’t risk saying what he doesn’t have to, under too much pressure of getting his head bitten off if he sticks out his neck too far.

Jester was always the sweet one, and Chopper was always the standoffish one. But they’re squadmates, whatever that means now. Jester can sit here, and Chopper can let him.

“Thanks.” The word feels odd in Chopper’s mouth, too quiet, strangely shaped.

And Jester looks up at him, and flinches, and nods. He looks down at his ration bar, tears off a piece with his fork, and takes a bite.

“Not as dry as yesterday,” he says.

*******

“Didn’t mean to betray you.”

But that’s not exactly what betrayal means now.

“You didn’t.”

“Fine.” Sketch runs his hand through his hair. “Didn’t mean to….not trust you. In front of everyone.”

Chopper can’t deny that. He doesn’t try.

“Should have stuck up for you.”

“Why? You were right. I lied.” Chopper shrugs. Sketch’s support doesn’t make a difference anyway. They were all looking for someone to blame. Chopper just happened to look in the right place.

“Stop it,” Sketch says, but, ever so slightly, he’s smiling.

Chopper’s still mad. Of course he’s still mad - it’s not like him to not be - but it feels more sullen and recalcitrant now, less volatile. He was always good at pretending he was apathetic.

“You didn’t trust me, did you?” he asks, partially because he’s genuinely curious, and partially because he wants to see Sketch’s reaction. They both know he isn’t above needling at raw bruises.

Sketch bites his lip.

“You didn’t,” Chopper says. “Thanks.”

“No - I did - I - I did.” Sketch sighs, and Chopper resists the urge to tell him he’s as bad as Jester. Sketch could take it, but Punch would probably get all up in arms anyway. They tolerate him, this broken squad, but Sketch is still the only one who doesn’t chafe at Chopper’s sniping.

“I knew you hadn’t gone straight to the mess hall.” Sketch picks at his bodysuit, as if it bothers him. “But of course you weren’t the spy. I’ve seen you sneaking off after missions, and I just figured….you needed your time.”

“Guess you were right.” And a fat lot of good it did him.

“I didn’t believe it. When he got on you.” Sketch drops into silence, and Chopper has nothing to say. It’s just the two of them - no, the three of them, because Punch is still asleep with his head in Sketch’s lap - sitting on their creaky bunks, with their thin mattresses and threadbare pillows.

Absently, Sketch runs his free hand through Punch’s hair. Chopper stares at the floor.

How did it become so easy to lose sight of the person next to you?

The ceiling is leaking, and Chopper listens to the smudged sound of water dripping on the floor until he’s lost count.

Finally, Sketch sighs. “I should have stuck up for you.”

“Yeah,” Chopper says. “You should have.”

Punch shifts. His voice is scratchy from sleep. “We all should have.”

*******

I....wrote this so many times.

And then I hated it.

And then I rewrote it again.

And, in short, this has literally been devouring my spare thoughts for a really really long time. I've got to admit you had me stumped here for a little bit, and I've got to thank you for the challenge. Underdeveloped characters are some of my favorites, and it was so so fabulous to get to know Chopper over the past while - though I hope what I've come up with qualifies as a "delight".

I hope you enjoyed it! 💕

#thank you so much for the request! #clone trooper chopper #clone trooper gus #clone trooper punch #clone trooper sketch #clone trooper jester #clone trooper slick #sergeant slick #the hidden enemy #clones #clone trooper #clone troopers #tcw #the clone wars #clone wars #sw the clone wars #sw clone wars #star wars tcw #star wars clone wars #star wars the clone wars #swtcw