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jessejaredstories · 8 months

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One Last Adventure

“Did you find anyone yet?”

“Not yet babe, I’m still looking.”

I flipped through the pages of my old high school yearbook while my boyfriend Jack was pacing around our bedroom. He was supposed to be searching through Grindr and Tinder for potential targets, but I knew he was getting frustrated and decided not to push it. My boyfriend has always been the impatient type, but I could understand why he was getting extra antsy tonight.

About a month ago, my boyfriend and I made a deal with a witch. In exchange for five years off of each of our lifespans, the witch would grant us the supernatural ability to take over other people’s bodies. As you can imagine, Jack and I have been generously using our new powers ever since we got them. We’ve been using them to do whatever we want as whoever we want! Getting easy access to anything we want, getting payback on anyone who’s wronged us, and probably the most fun, fucking as whoever we want. Pretty sweet ability right?

But of course, an extraordinary power like this doesn’t come without its cost. On top of paying the witch with literal years off of our lives, there were also two conditions we needed to follow. The first condition was the time limit. We got exactly 30 days before our powers expire. Once time’s up, that’s it. No more body hopping fun. The second condition was more of a restriction than anything else. The witch said that we couldn’t just take over anyone’s body. We could only choose people both Jack and I have met in-person before. That condition really limited our options, but even so, that didn’t stop us from having as much fun as possible.

“Hey, what about these two?” I handed Jack the yearbook with an open page. Unfortunately though, it took him less than a second to shake his head no.

“No good. I knew them but I never actually met them.”

I sighed as I took back the yearbook. Not gonna lie, I was starting to get frustrated too. We just couldn’t find any new bodies to possess! Normally, we wouldn’t get so worked over it, but tonight was different. It was our last day before our powers expired for good. Obviously we couldn’t just let our powers die out without one last body hopping escapade! But after hours of searching, it was not looking good for us…

Or so I thought. I started half-assedly looking through all the faces of our former high school classmates. It was then that two faces stuck out to me. Akshay Khan and Kabir Patel.

“How about these two? Remember them? The Indian bros?” I asked Jack.

“Oh yeah, I remember them. Can’t say I remember much though,”

“Neither can I.”

Akshay and Kabir were known for being inseparable best friends, but that was it really. They never got involved in any school activities. That’s why they each only had one photo in the yearbook. Easy to miss, but they were still an option nonetheless.

“C’mon, let’s check out what they’ve been up to,” I said as I pulled out my phone.

Jack joined me on the couch. He laid against me as I typed in Akshay’s name. Luckily that was all I needed to get a hit on Instagram. His profile came up and surely enough, it was him. He had recently posted on his story too. I clicked on it and up came a picture of him and Kabir working out at some gym together.

“Whoa, they’ve really glowed up since high school. The gym’s been kind to them!” Jack let out a fox whistle when he saw the picture. I turned my head slightly to watch him checking out the goods. I could tell by the hungry look in his eyes that we just found our next targets.

“What do you say bro?” I said while lowering my voice. “You down to hit the showers after we hit this last set?” I caught Jack off guard with my bad Akshay impression, but he caught on right away. We exchanged a knowing look, then proceeded to get ready for the takeover.

We both laid down on the ground and took deep breaths. We had body possession down to a science with how many times we’ve done it. All that was left to do was to go through steps again. I cleared my mind of all thoughts then I focused on imagining my soul leaving my body, all while maintaining my breathing. Soon enough, I could feel myself becoming lighter as my soul left my physical body. Once I was no longer a slave to the laws of physics, I flew straight to the gym where Akshay and Kabir were. They made the big mistake of tagging their location on social media, which made Jack and I’s job a whole lot easier!

Thanks to my spirit form, I made it to their location within minutes. I phased through the walls and looked around for the bros. The gym was pretty empty that night for some reason. After some searching, I found Akshay in the locker room area checking himself out in the mirror. He was by himself in there. I crept up behind him, ready to strike while he was distracted!

“Nrghh… What the fuck?” Akshay exclaimed. He hunched over while holding his stomach. I hesitated jumping into him, then abandoned the idea altogether when I realized what was happening. Jack had beaten me to the punch, he had already begun possessing Akshay.

I decided to stay back a moment and watch as my boyfriend possessed the gym rat. Akshay was groaning loudly. He tried keeping his balance but ended up falling to the ground on all fours. Sweat beads were forming on his face as he began breathing heavily. He then swung his head back with his mouth wide open. I could see his eyes roll back to the back of his head until I only saw the veiny whites of his eyeballs. Akshay then let out a loud, eerie groan. His cheeks and chest puffed up as Jack's soul slithered down his throat. I could see Akshay's Adam's apple bob up and down too! This lasted for a few seconds, then Akshay swallowed the last of Jack's essence in one final gulp. Once it was done, Akshay's eyes went back to normal and he stood up with a cocky grin on his face.

"Ahh yeahhh... That's the good stuff..." Akshay said while caressing his massive pecs and rock hard abs. Except I knew that wasn't Akshay anymore, that was my loving boyfriend checking out his new body in the mirror.

I watched as my boyfriend admired his newly obtained muscles in front of the mirror. I couldn't help but smile as Jack flexed his cannons for arms and made his pecs pop. To be honest, I was slightly jealous of him. Akshay was jacked! I wanted to have that body for myself, but no matter, there was still another body up for grabs anyway.

I turned around and began searching for Kabir. I looked throughout the gym and eventually found him near the dumbbells. Kabir was busy putting some weights back on the rack. He wasn't perfectly alone like Akshay was, but the sight of his plump butt sticking out as he was bent over was too tempting to ignore. I just had to take the risk and dive right in!

I steadied my aim first and then charged in as fast as I could. Thanks to my spirit form, I was able to phase right through his gym shorts and go straight into his asshole.

"Ow!! What the fuck!?" Kabir yelped out, presumably from me penetrating him by surprise. The impact of me entering him made Kabir fall onto the ground on his stomach. He grabbed onto his ass cheeks while squirming around on the ground. Unfortunately I wasn't able to possess him in one smooth motion, but it didn't matter. I was already halfway in, and there was nothing Kabir could do to stop a pro like me.

I started wiggling my way up his ass. The deeper I went inside him, the more I could feel through his body as the body takeover process started.

"Aaargh fuckk!! Ahh!!"

Kabir was moaning and thrashing around like a madman! I couldn't blame him though, I could feel the stimulation I was giving him by entering through his ass. I bet I was hitting all the right pleasure spots as I slithered up him!

"Mmmm... yeahh that's the spot..." I purred using Kabir's voice. I was in full control now, and hearing his accent come out of my mouth was making me hard! I stood up and brushed off any dirt on me. I took a moment to admire my newly possessed body. Jack might have gotten the more muscular body, but Kabir was taller and with a well-toned physique too. He was hot— No, I was hot!

“Hey bro, you good?”

I felt a hand pat me on the shoulder. Shit! Someone must’ve spotted Kabir thrashing around on the floor! I slowly turned around, but thankfully my worries were for nothing. It was just Jack.

“Yeah man, I’m chilling, all good here,” I answered. Jack shook his head.

“You sure, Kabir? Looked like you had a pretty ass cramp just now… You don’t need a massage to help ease the pain?”

Getting called “Kabir” threw me off for a moment. Although I quickly caught on when I saw “Akshay” wink at me.

“Actually, you’re right, I could use a massage right now! Think you can lend me a hand bro?” I replied with a smirk. Akshay returned my gesture with a grin. It was moments like this that made me love taking over other people’s bodies with my boyfriend. Nobody but us knew that these two gym rats just got possessed by two other men, and that secret just made it even more fun.

Akshay and I wasted no time in getting to the locker rooms. Luckily for us, there was still nobody back there. We took off our clothes and hopped into one of the shower stalls together. Akshay turned on the water, and then proceeded to pin me to the wall behind me. He planted a big fat kiss on my lips. It was aggressive, but I loved it!

We made out in the stall with our tongues fighting for dominance while the running water helped cover up our loud kisses and moans. Naturally, our dicks got hard while we kissed. I could feel Akshay’s dick rub against me as we pressed and interlocked our wet bodies against one another. It was strange. Normally when we possess straight men, we could feel their dormant souls try to resist against us having fun with their bodies. I expected Kabir and Akshay to do the same, but they never did! It was almost as if their bodies were enthusiastic about us having our fun. Perhaps, they’ve already done what we were doing?

Whatever. It doesn’t matter. All that mattered was that Akshay had a hand around my neck, choking me while keeping me pressed against the shower wall. I opened my mouth and Akshay spit in my mouth. I swallowed it like a good boy, then I jumped onto Akshay. He held me up while we resumed kissing. Then, while our lips were locked together, he began to lower me down onto his cock. I could feel his dick tap against my hole, then it slid right in.

“OHH FUCKK!!!” I couldn’t hold back my moans. The pleasure of having Akshay’s whole length inside me… My hole expanding to accommodate his girth was too much to hold back!

“You like that? You want this big, brown cock inside you?”

“Fuck yeah! Fuck me!!”

“Beg for it then.” He started teasing me by thrusting himself into me slowly.

“Please bro! Please fuck me hard!! I want you… I need you… Arghh!!”

Akshay started picking up the pace of his thrusts. I thought I saw stars with every deep stroke he gave me. We were probably making a lot of noise between my moans and his grunts, but we didn’t care. We fucked like animals with our new jock bodies and we weren’t ashamed of it!

It only took us another few minutes of fucking before we were both close. Akshay pulled out and let me down to the ground. We then started tugging our dicks together until we covered both ourselves and the shower stall with our cum. We were both panting as we shot load after load of our sweet spunk out. We then made out again one last time while we were still covered with each other’s cum before the shower washed it away. It was hot, and it was definitely the last body hopping adventure we needed before our powers expired for good.

Once we finished having our fun, Jack and I were ready to leave. We never bothered cleaning up, we just depossessed the bodies and let them take care of it. Jack and I shared one last loving look as Akshay and Kabir before leaving. However, when we tried forcing our souls out of their bodies, we couldn’t! No matter how hard or how much we tried, we just couldn’t leave! We ended up having to clean up after ourselves for once. We did that quickly, then got dressed and left the gym as fast as we could. We had no idea what was going on! But then I caught a glimpse of the time. It was already 1:30AM! It was already the next day! It was supposed to be a quickie, but I guess Jack and I got a little carried away…

All this happened two years ago. We’ve been living as Akshay and Kabir ever since then. Even to this day, neither of us know what could’ve happened that we’d end up trapped in these bodies. If I had to take a guess, I’d wager that when the witch said that our powers would expire permanently, she meant it way more seriously than Jack and I expected. Without those powers, we couldn’t even return to our original bodies! I don’t know, but honestly, I don’t care anymore. If anything, we’ve been blessed to have Akshay and Kabir’s lives as our own. Sure, Akshay’s new family is super traditional and they’re already setting him up for a bride, but that doesn’t matter to us. We still meet up in secret when nobody’s around. No matter who we are, we are lovers and nothing will ever take that away from us.

We’re not sure how exactly we’re gonna get past an arranged family, but as long as Akshay is by my side, we can overcome anything.

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ohthewh0rror · 5 months

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YOU TOLERATE IT.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — “hey i love your writing. Can you write a tom riddle x reader with tolerate it by taylor swift”

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I’m starting to realize Tom is perpetually broke in most of the one-shots I write about him, but like, it’s the late 40’s and bro is working in retail while living in the city. My man is not gonna be rolling in money by any means (lmao). Also, let’s act like living together unmarried is cool in the 40’s.

“I know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it”

The bitter December winds left you shaking, the cold seeping beneath the layers of your clothes and settling deep into your skin. Winter was never your favorite time of year, it was far too cold and wet for your liking. The only good thing that came out of this wretched month was your lover's birthday, which is what brought you out of your flat and out into this dreary weather.

Tom may not care much about celebrating his birthday, seeing it as just another day of the year, but you always tried to do something special for him anyway. The past three years you had bought a cake and a handful of little gifts, but money was tighter than usual this year, as your hours had been nearly cut in half, leaving the two of you to rely more on Tom’s salary at Borgin and Burkes, so just a single present with no cake would have to suffice this time. To make up for only getting one thing, you decided to get him something special, and it took almost 3 months of saving and cutting corners in certain areas just to save up for the gift you were getting for him.

It was a limited edition book Tom had been eyeing for a while. You weren’t exactly sure what it was on, as Tom wasn’t one to share his work or research with you, but it seemed awfully important to him. So, with the little money you had saved you set out for the day to purchase it. Luckily the store was fairly empty, letting you get in and out quickly, now all that was left was to get home and find the right time to give it to him.

Stepping through the door of your shared flat had never felt like such a relief from the biting cold that was unable to reach you here in the warmth of yours and Tom’s place. You were careful to hang your coat and purse on the appropriate hooks, knowing Tom would ask you to straighten it if it wasn’t placed in the correct spots. You placed the bag containing his gift on the countertop, not bothering to hide it, as you knew Tom wouldn’t ask about it.

While you were happy to see Tom, he didn't seem to share the sentiment as he only spared you a quick glance before going back to reading the documents that sat before him on the table, the work before him apparently far more interesting than you at the moment. You tried not to be disappointed as you walked to him, rounding the table to where he was sitting. You least hoped to receive a ‘hello’ kiss from him, but, as you dipped down to place a kiss on his lips he flinched away from your touch causing you to stop where you were.

You could feel his breath fan across your face as your face hovered close to his, a feeling of hurt spreading through you. Tom must have seen the look on your face because he quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, darling, you took me off guard.”

Meeting you the rest of the way, he gave you a quick kiss, but you were still unsatisfied. His kiss seemed detached, almost impersonal, as if he was doing the action out of obligation and not love. You tried not to think too hard on it as Tom has never been very passionate, but it seemed like lately the love that was once there was being replaced by indifference. You knew every relationship had its ups and downs, but it was still difficult to work through as your presence felt as if it was being merely tolerated instead of sought after.

“Have you eaten lunch yet? I can make us something,” you offered, hoping he’d agree to it, as you couldn’t guarantee he’d be here for dinner and you wanted to give him his present. Tom gave you a simple ‘that’s fine’, before going back to his papers, leaving you to get to work.

As you made lunch you told Tom about your day and other small happenings in your life, just trying to make conversation with him. What Tom was working on must have been important because he was quieter than usual, not giving more than a one or two word answer. “—I mean, can you imagine?” You asked with a giggle drawing your lengthy story to an end, expecting to hear Tom’s amused voice in response.

Instead you were met with the opposite, “come again? I didn’t hear what you said.” Tom sounded unimpressed, making you falter, another wave of disappointment sweeping through you at the fact that he wasn’t listening to a word you said. “It’s nothing, just something silly that happened…” you trailed off at the end, not wanting to even bother finishing your sentence. Tom said nothing, and you didn’t bother saying anything else.

You and Tom sat in silence while you both ate, and though it wasn’t tense, it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. At least not to you, who now worried about giving Tom his birthday present. While you shouldn’t be worried about giving it to him, as you knew it was something he actually wanted, you couldn’t help but worry that you’d be met with the same unimpressed response.

You couldn’t just keep the present all night though, and if there was any time to do it, it was now. So, you got out your chair and grabbed the book from the bag it was in off the counter. Walking up to Tom you stopped just before him, causing him to set his fork down and look at you expectantly. You took in a breath before forcing the words out, “Happy 22nd birthday, Tom.” You held the book out to him, and he gently grabbed it from you, reading over the title.

You weren’t sure what you expected. A passionate kiss? A genuine thank you and declaration of love? Or maybe even just a grateful smile? Because what you got was none of that. No, you were met with a strained smile and a small thank you before he went back to eating.

You stood there for a second longer before going back to your seat feeling embarrassed. You saved for so long and put so many of your own wants aside in order to save up for this gift only to get nothing in return. You bit down harshly on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying at how truly unappreciated you felt by him.

Maybe it is time to leave and end things for good, you’re sure he wouldn’t be bothered by the absence of your presence. You could leave and start over, get a new job, a new place and find someone else.

Someone who actually loved and appreciated you.

But as you looked up from your plate and gazed upon his face you knew that you’d never be able to just up and leave. It would only leave you with a heavy ‘what-if’ hanging in the back of your mind. What if you were just overthinking his actions lately and this was just a normal rough patch? What if you hadn’t left? Would it have worked out?

You didn’t want to live with that ‘what if’, you would stay until he forced you away. So you keep quiet about your displeasure and just sit and watch him flip through the book, dreaming of a life where Tom is as madly in love with you as you are with him.

#tom riddle #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you

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wooahaes · 5 months

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where the heart is

pairing: non-idol!mark x gn!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: yearning. silly sweet bf mark. reader is written to be a foreigner, but its left vague where they're from.

daisy's notes: maybe one day ill know enough to write abt the other members but he is just so <3 to me ok

The familiarity of your family’s house should have been all you needed to chase away your homesickness. So… Why were you still feeling like this?

A few days ago, your parents had picked you up from the airport, and you’d slept in your room for the first time in almost a year. This time you’d come alone, since Mark had been unable to take off work (you’d fight his boss one day for denying the request he put in months ago—him ‘needing’ Mark to work was bullshit when they had plenty of time to plan around his absence). Hopefully next time, you’d have Mark asleep next to you while you planned for something else to show him about your home. Yet the entire time you’d been home, you couldn’t shake this feeling from your chest. You were home with your family, and yet some part of you felt this awful yearning to go home again. At first, you had chalked it up to you knowing that you’d leave again…

But it clicked after a while. You had yearned to see your family and the house you grew up in, that had been true, but now you were yearning for your home. So you decided to pick up your phone and try to remedy that, even by a little.

Mark had picked up, half-asleep when he answered. You weren’t sure if he was just napping or actually sleeping with his current work schedule, but you’d apologize for that later. All you needed was to see that sleepy face squinting at the phone, his hair messy as hell as he slowly recognized your face.

“Hi, baby,” his sleep-riddled voice had croaked out. “Everything good?”

That feeling dissipated a little. “It’s better now,” you said, sitting down on your bed. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“Nah, nah,” he mumbled, “I’m good. I’m awake. I’m—” He stifled a yawn for a moment. “I’m awake, I swear. Everything good at home?”

“Yeah, yeah… Everything’s fine.”

Mark sat up, suddenly looking a bit more awake than before. “You can tell me,” he said. “I’m awake now, I swear—”

With a sigh, you flopped back onto your bed. “Just… I dunno. I’m here, and I thought that would get rid of the homesickness, and it mostly does, but…”

“But?”

How were you supposed to say it without getting embarrassed…? “I… miss my home still.”

“But you’re—” Mark stopped short, the realization dawned on him. “Aw… Babe…”

“Don’t say it.”

“I’m your home?” He was smiling hard, and you buried your face in your free hand. “No, no, it’s cute! Don’t get embarrassed! It’s cute, I swear!”

“It’s just weird to hear it out loud.”

He chuckled warmly. “Well,” he shifted, running a hand through his hair. “You’re my home, too.”

You whined, “Mark…”

“I mean it! It always feels like home when you’re around.” His eyes were twinkling when he looked at you, and you started to wish he was there with you all over again. “It’s like… I dunno. I go out with my bros and stuff, but it’s not the same, y’know? You’re not here to remind me to stop ordering so much takeout and stuff.”

It earned a snort from you. “Because you’re not the best cook, Mark.”

“Right! But, like, I can manage… probably. I’m gonna get better. Once you get back, you can teach me all those cool recipes again and I’ll keep practicing.”

You let out a blissful sigh at the idea. Sure, not all of your cooking lessons landed well, but you still loved spending the time with Mark. “We can try again, yeah,” you smiled, not quite so focused on him anymore. That hollow feeling in your chest had disappeared. “Mark?”

“Mhm?”

“I miss you.”

He smiled again, eyes twinkling. “Oh, yeah?”

“Don’t be a dork about it,” you giggled. “I just wanted to say it.”

“Well, I miss you, too.” He ran another hand through his hair, only making it messier. “Bring me back something cool, alright? Other than you.”

It earned a snort-y laugh from you. “Mark. Baby. I’m not cool.”

“No, no, you’re like… the coolest person I know, easily.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you’re my favorite dork, you dork.”

“Your dork.”

It made you smile again. “Yeah,” you sighed blissfully. “My dork.”

taglist: @twancingyunhao

#wooahaes.dec23 #wooahaes.fic #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct imagine #nct dream imagine #nct 127 imagine #mark lee x reader #mark lee imagine #mark lee fluff

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typingatlightspeed · 8 months

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TF2 Fanfic - Complex Carbohydrates

Following the events of Expiration Date, Engineer decides to invite Medic for a few beers out back of the base, as a final sort of come-down from everything they'd been through over the weekend. Some easy conversation and light flirting seems a pretty good way to celebrate being alive.

A giftie fic for @missjamiekaye, and thank-you for that lovely Sword Van piece! <3 They asked for some Engie and Medic being flirty bros. I hope this passes muster!

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It had taken hours, but finally, the last of the giant, mutant bread monster had been disposed of. Most of the work had been done by Pyro, if they were all honest. The firebug had delighted in torching that big mess of grains and tentacles, reducing it to ash which was then unceremoniously dumped in a nearby ravine, hopefully not polluting any groundwater after the fact.

Not like the groundwater here could get any more polluted than it already was, anyway. Not without changing its colour and viscosity, at least. The lead levels were already more than enough to scare even penny-pinching RED into supplying an external water source for its mercenaries, whom had never been known to be the recipients of much in the way of creature comforts from their employers.

Thank goodness the paychecks were huge.

Engineer hung his hardhat and goggles up on the pegs he'd installed next to the door in his quarters. He scrubbed a hand over the stubble of his shaven head and let out a long breath, now that everything was said and done. He was exhausted. It had been the longest three days of his life. Terror, shame, determination, panic, and entirely too little sleep had filled the time between the discovery of just what teleporting does to bread, and the discovery that what teleporting does, it just does to bread. He didn't think it possible to chug along on adrenaline for days on end, but now, as it leaked away, he wasn't just tired, he was weary.

Even so, he wasn't headed to bed just yet. There was something important he needed to do.

The door to the infirmary opened slowly but not quietly, the door's hinge squealing almost as a defense measure. Engineer made a mental note to oil the damn things tomorrow.

The room was only half-lit, theories and calculations still scrawled on the chalk board, wall, floor, anything chalk could cling to; evidence of their weekend-long desperate bout of research and development. Engineer hadn't worked that hard that fast since college, though he had to say, the company was much better. Medic was at least as much the mad genius as he was, and it had been nice to have someone on a similar wavelength to bounce ideas against.

"Hallo?" Medic asked, turning, bent over in front of his open refrigerator. Likely chilling what few samples he'd managed to wrangle after Pyro had befriended the small, angry loaf of mutant bread the doctor had managed to keep contained for most of the weekend.

"Hey there, Doc," Engineer greeted with an easy smile.

"Ah, Engie. I'm surprised to find you awake. I had assumed you'd be dead to the world at this point." Medic chuckled lightly, standing and closing the fridge.

"Still too wound up from it all. Exhaustion's finally crashin' in but my mind ain't done turnin' yet. You know how it is."

"Indeed I do." Medic took a deep breath, feeling the same fatigue creeping over him. His nose scrunched up in dismay. "Ach, this whole room smells like yeast."

Engineer chuckled at that. "Weren't gonna say nothin', but you ain't wrong. But speakin' of..." He lifted his hand, showing the gift he'd brought: a six-pack of frosty, cold beers. "How 'bout we go partake of some more yeast out back? Actually enjoy some of this weekend 'fore we gotta be up for work in the mornin'?"

"Those are the only carbohydrates I think I'll be interested in for some time," Medic chuckled. "My friend, once again you prove to be the idea man between the two of us." He gladly followed Engineer out the door, shutting the lights off in the infirmary behind him.

The night sky stretched out for what seemed like forever, dampened only by the light pollution of a few stray lamps along the perimeter fence. Engineer switched off the porch light, saving their eyes a bit of strain in the dark, and settled on the edge of the dry, creaky old structure, the six-pack of beers separating him from Medic.

The cool breeze of the night air caressed them gently, neither chilling nor buffeting them, merely whispering past in a gentle sussurus that seemed to ferry away the stress of the prior three days. Engineer snatched up a beer and popped the cap on the edge of the porch, then handed the bottle to Medic before doing the same for himself. They lifted their beers and clinked the bottles together in a silent toast before taking a pull.

"Thank you for inviting me," Medic said with a wistful smile, watching a stray cloud drift past the moon, its light illuminating it with a silver halo.

"'Course," Engineer demurred. "After what we been through, some cold beers with a good buddy is just what this doctor ordered."

Medic snorted a laugh at that. "I'll admit, this is a far better way to spend time together than in utter, mortal terror, furiously experimenting for three days straight."

"Amen to that. If I'm gonna be experimentin' with you, I'd much rather it be relaxed, 'n after a couple of beers." He smirked against the lip of his bottle, a proper smile pulling at his lips as Medic blushed and tittered in reply.

Medic didn't look at him, a laugh caught in his voice. "So is that why you asked me out here?"

Engineer split into a crooked grin. "That depends on whether it's gettin' me anywhere."

Lifting an eyebrow, Medic took another swig from his bottle, letting the silence stretch on just a bit. "You know, one of these days I'm going to call you on your bluff and take you seriously."

"When that day comes we're both in for a lot of trouble."

"I worry far more for everyone else."

They shared a laugh at that, downing the rest of their beers. Medic glanced sidelong at Engineer. It had been a long, long weekend. Though, truly, even if their initial theory had held true and it had been the end for them, he could scarcely think of a better way to go, throwing science at the wall and trying to crack a nearly insurmountable problem with Engineer at his side. He was the only man he'd ever known whose ever-churning mind could keep up with his own. If he had just a few fewer morals he could even surpass him, which made Medic glad that his friend had at least some scruples left to his name, if only to save his own pride.

Engineer's thoughts must have followed a similar path. He withdrew another beer from the pack and gestured to Medic with it. "Still can't believe we both managed to jump to a conclusion like that. Somethin' affectin' bread like that sure is gonna be one-to-one with humans." He scoffed. "We were so wound up we straight skipped over where that didn't make a lick of sense."

Medic shrugged, nodding with the assessment. "To be fair, it isn't exactly like there are reams of research on the side effects of teleportation on the human body in the first place. Our daily use of them and the records kept about it is probably the closest thing to a study that's ever been done, which is hardly saying anything. Something, anything, showing a reaction like that is cause for concern, since it was such an anomaly. We were working with the data available, which was very incomplete." An impish grin crossed his too-white teeth, "We did manage to untangle the problem. After all, we had the two greatest minds of our generation working on the project."

"Shucks," Engineer demurred, blushing a bit. "I'm just glad this weren't the end. Would'a been a sad way for a bunch of hardened killers to go. All that fight in us just to die from tumors? Shame."

"Agreed. Even living as we do, it would be cutting everything far too short. Too much left undone, too much left unsaid," he took a sharp breath, realizing how personal that sounded, and quickly rejoined, "too much yet to learn and discover!"

Engineer let it slide, not taking the easy opening to needle his friend. "Ain't that right." He used the edge of the porch to finally open the bottle he was holding and offered it to Medic, "Doctor?"

"Doctor," Medic replied, accepting it gladly with a giggle.

Engineer opened his own beer and they clinked the bottles again. "To wheat."

"To complex carbohydrates!"

They chuckled and knocked back their beers, settling into a comfortable silence as they stared out across the desert, the pale, silvery light of the moon lighting up the rusty sand a fetching shade of blue.

"Y'know, Doc, I—"

"Ludwig."

Engineer turned to look at Medic, lifting an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

"My name is Ludwig."

"Oh."

Medic finished his beer, taking the pause to sort out his thoughts. "We just stared Death in the face and watched him flinch so hard it was physically indistinguishable from a seizure. We spent three days with barely any food or sleep, experimenting and theorizing and calculating, around the clock. We've just been through a special Hell together; we deserve know one another's names, OPSEC be damned, don't you think?"

"Awful poetic of you," Engineer replied, his voice soft. He was a bit touched, truth be told. "Alright, Lou. You can call me Dell."

Medic smiled at that, more than a little amused by the American's immediate need to create a nickname for a name that was only two syllables long. "Dell. Sehr gut."

"Nice to meetcha," Engineer teased. He finished his beer and set about cracking the last two, handing Medic his and lifting his own for a final, silent toast.

Medic grinned, and their bottles clinked, and the chirping of crickets filled the easy quiet that settled there as the exhausted, trimphant mercenaries spent the last hours of their weekend enjoying one another's company.

#TF2 Fanfiction #Team Fortress 2 #TF2 German Engineering #TF2 Engineer #TF2 Medic

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dinxieyinxie · 5 months

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I've also been brewing some lore of Linx and how they became close friends with Snape so I'll drop a few for now:

[DISCLAIMER: not very lore-accurate so im sorry if some information are overstretched qwq]

Yonal Linx is a half-blood and a metamorphmagus. They got sorted into Hufflepuff House around the same year as Snape but only met/interacted later on, probably in 3rd year and I like to think it was a goofy ahh first meeting (might make a comic outta it >:3). A happy-go-lucky, slightly-troublemaking lad who was often seen hanging out with Snape, be it studying or just vibing. Despite their carefree attitude, Linx was actually a good student with average grades. They excelled in Magical Creatures as they absolutely Love learning all kinds of beasts and creatures. Second subject that they did great on would be Transfiguration. My guy was also in the choir so if they're not with Snape, they're most likely at practice.

Their friendship with Snape took time and effort to achieve and with the two being in different houses, it made it slightly harder to build. Nevertheless, the two made it work and became the closest of friends. (I'm gonna delve deeper into their friendship more in another time bc its currently 4am and im having a hard time articulating rn LMAO)

Linx LOVES the outdoors which is so funny bc then they'd have to convince Snape to go outside more instead of studying in the library. Atleast with them around, Snape wasn't as on edge whenever the Marauders would decide to pick on him. Bro hates injustice and would throw hands if any of their peers were bullied, which brings me to the point in which it forever changed the trajectory of their life.

During their 7th year, Linx had an outburst that resulted in their expulsion from Hogwarts. Luckily, their wand wasn't taken nor broken as required so they continued to work on their magic as well as themselves. They eventually became a Magizoologist, specifically a Dragonologist for their love of dragons. Discovering that there was a job offering at Hogwarts, they applied for Care of Magical Creatures. Little did they know that their ex-buddy also teaches there, resulting the two having an unexpected "reunion". Banter here, banter there, people wouldn't even dare to be inbetween them and to those who accidentally did, well let's say they wished they didn't. But because there already was a foundation to begin with, rekindling the lost friendship seemed to be fated. Perhaps even igniting a little flame between them wink wonk teehee

#harry potter #yonal linx #im crazy #severus snape

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localgardenweed · 4 months

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Its almost 1AM I have a interview with Wendy’s at 10:30AM so im gonna talk about my random HWS Japan headcanons until I pass out

He need reading glasses, I know we see him in the show/manga wearing them and like he may like actually need them and just uses contacts but in my mind they are only for reading. His eyes aren’t what they used to be and he needs his little nerd glasses

He likes making those bento box cooking videos, he makes them for himself and his friends/partners. He finds a lot of ways to pass the time and this is one of many. He likes making the character bentos the most, they make him smile

Gardening. Imagine walking into his backyard and seeing him on his knees tending to his strawberries and radishes just LOOK AT HIMMM!! Not only does it save him money but also makes him feel accomplished when he gets a good harvest

He typically likes doing a lot of those DIY projects, making little shelves and furniture and god knows what. He goes online and sees what new project he can make today to keep himself busy

He is actively greying and has been dying his hair for AGES. He plucks out greying eyebrow hair and stubble and dyes his hair. If someone points out a grey hair he gaslights them into thinking its just the lighting or they’re imagining things. If anyone found out he dyed his hair you wouldn’t see them the next day /j

He tried to grow a mustache in his youth but it looked so bad he repressed the memories of it deep DEEP into his mind you will never find them man. He found old paintings of his mustache and couldn’t bare to witness them anymore he buried them in his basement never to be seen again

He actively works out, he takes a 5 mile jog every morning and evening and does some biking and swimming every other day. He likes to stay fit even though he really doesn’t have to anymore. He just likes to keep his body toned. He also likes the cringe 1980’s American workout videos. He got a VHS set from America on his birthday and felt that he basically called him fat but no America just needed to get rid of them so just regifted them to him. He ended up liking them though so ig it worked out in the end

As well practices his swordsmanship, like dude we are in the modern day you do not need to know how to use a katana anymore but he does it anyway cause what if someone breaks in man you never know man una nunca sabè

Its right next to him every night and he is FAST, he even hears the slightest sound he jumps up and gets ready to slice you in half

Him and Prussia and very good friends (or maybe more idk am i pushing my PruPan agenda? YES) and he keeps a empty room for him when he decides to crash at Japan’s place for the 5th time this year. He doesn’t mind him he is very tidy and always repays the favor somehow. They like to go out for lunch and do all of the above together. They like to exchange snacks like chips and drinks.

He almost sliced Prussia in half when he crept into his room to ask him for smth when he was asleep, he only chopped off a lock of his hair and nicked his nose but nothing serious. He profusely apologized for it after and Prussia was a little shocked for a but but laughed it off and was okay. He was a but sad about the hair but it’ll grow back. Prussia knocks loud as hell now if he wants Japan for smth and he’s asleep

He keeps little historical knick knacks around his house that he should probably donate but doesn’t cause “They’re still good to use!!” Even though its a thousand year old pot that should be a health hazard. He has been wearing the same damn yukata for almost 2 centuries now cause he only wears it once every other summer summer when he finds his buried in his storage and the local museums beg to have it but he’s too attached to it to let go

He wheels around Pochi in a stroller sometimes when he feels a little silly. He loves dressing Pochi up with bows and ties and bandannas and god knows what else. That dog has been out in so many outfits bro cant catch a break

If he were human he would either pursue photography full time, his dream would be to get his photos on build boards and magazine covers. Maybe he’d be a field photographer too, go out into nature and stuff

He already does photography as a hobby but could never really do it full time cause ya know country duties

And thats it thank you for coming its now almost 2 AM lets hope I don’t regret this

#localgardenweed #the weed is rambling #hetalia #hws #hetalia japan #hws japan #hetalia prussia #hws prussia #prupan #hetalia headcanons #hws headcanons #i have more but wither they too cray cray or cringe so like one day maybe idk #I LOVE SPREADING PRUPAN BOTH PLATONIC AND ROMANTIC I LOVE THEMMMM

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sabyfangirl16 · 10 months

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Chris' Birthday

Summary: For his brother's birthday, Martin decided to take Chris mountaineering on Mount Fuji, only for a little incident to occur...

Note: A little something I've worked on for the green cinnamon roll's birthday.

On a special day, in a special place in Japan, southwest of Tokyo, the sun rose and shone on the Tortuga, the ship looking out on a beautfiful and famous mountain: Mount Fuji.

Knock. Knock.

Chris groaned, the sound bringing him back from the dead of sleep. He started to wriggle and stretch within his cozy, warm haven - his bed.

By the time his eyes were half-opened, he heard the door open, followed by gentle footsteps.

"Mornin' bro," a soft, familiar voice said. Chris sat up, stretching and stifling a yawn.

He looked up to find his brother smiling down at him, a tray in his hands.

"Uh, what's that?" He raised an eyebrow, still feeling groggy.

Martin seemed amused. "What, this?" With a toothy grin, he lowered the tray; a plate full of pancakes put together in a paw shape, syrup running down the sides of the middle tower, accompanied by a glass of juice.

Chris couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth, eyes widening from unanticipation. "Wow!" He reached out to grap the tray... but paused. "Hey, wait a minute..." He shot Martin a look of suspicion. "This isn't another one of your pranks, is it?" He crossed his arms.

Martin almost burt into laughter. "Heck no!" he chuckled.

"Then, why else would you give yourself the pain to make all this?" Chris asked, wearing a prudent attitude.

"The answer is right behind you." Martin motioned his brother to the calender behind him.

Chris' eyes widened as he realized what day it was. "I can't believe I forgot it's my birthday today!"

"Well, it's a good thing I didn't forget," Martin laughed. "And you say I'm always forgetful."

Chris just rolled his eyes, gladly taking the tray. "Breakfast in bed? Not bad." He wore a smug look on his face.

Martin laughed and made his way out of the room. "Get ready when you're done, I've got something special planned for the day."

Chris nodded quickly, mouth already stuffed with pancake goodness.

Martin walked into the control room, where he found the crew gathering supply for the birthday party.

"Hey, MK," Aviva greeted, arranging a layer of boxes. "I hope Chris is ready for what you have in store for him."

"Oh, he's gonna love it, you'll see," Martin said with confidence and vigour.

"I'm sure he will," Aviva chuckled.

"You're lucky," Koki came up to them, "I've checked the weather; the skies are clear, and you should be able to climb that mountain without problem."

At that moment, they heard the door open.

"Did I just hear the word climb?" Chris walked in, a gleam of eagerness in his eyes.

"Yes, you did!" Martin threw at him a bag full of climbing equipment. "We're gonna climb Mount Fuji!"

"Really?" Chris seemed more excited than ever.

"Yeah, it'll be fun!" Martin grabbed his own bag. "And in the meantime, the gang will be putting together your party."

Chris turned to look at Aviva and Koki, both nodding to confirm Martin's words.

"Yep, you guys go ahead and have fun, we'll take care of the rest," Aviva affirmed, Chris' smile wide and bright.

"We better get going," Martin dragged his brother by the hand, without warning, the younger Kratt almost tripping over his feet.

"Whoa!" Chris yelped, picking up the pace.

And just like that, the brothers disappeared out of sight, leaving the girls sharing amused looks.

"Now, how about this party."

As they walked by the lake of Kawaguchiko, the creature adventurers looked around in astonishment at the beauty of their surroundings; a perfect pink carpet of moss phlox covering the ground, the water glimmering from the sunlight reflecting off its surface, birds whistling and singing all around them. A pulchritudinous sight to see.

Chris took a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh, clean air before exhaling, seeming content.

"This is nice," he smiled, Martin looking at him with a pleased expression. "I can't wait to reach the top of that mountain, I bet the view is amazing!"

"I'm sure it is," the blue Kratt let out with certainty, giving him a friendly pat on the back.

At that moment, a blurry, small form dashed in front of their eyes, catching them by total surprise.

"What was that?!" Chris wore a defensive attitude.

"Hmm," Martin looked up at a tree branch when he heard the sound of chirping. "Chris, look up." He nudged his brother, then motioned at what looked like-

"A yellow bunting!" Chris exclaimed.

The bird had a yellow-green head, brown wings, a yellow belly, narrow white wingbars, and a white eyering. The petit creature looked down at the brothers with curious eyes.

"You can tell it's a male, because the male is brighter in plumage, with a small black patch between the eye and bill," Martin said knowledgeably.

The bird took off, leaving them alone once again.

"Aw, I didn't even get to name him," Martin whined.

"I think it's about time you took a break from naming animals," Chris said teasingly while patting a slightly disappointed Martin on the back, a light chuckle escaping him.

"Oh, you think?" Martin gave him the'very funny' look, yet couldn't help but let out a chuckle of his own.

"I wonder what other creatures we'll stumble upon," Chris said as they carried on marching.

But what they didn't know, however, was that they were being followed...

Back at the Tortuga, the crew was busy preparing for Chris' birthday party. While Aviva was taking care of the decorations, Jimmy was in the middle of making an exceptional cake, being the best out of everyone when it came to baking.

"How's the cake coming along, Jimmy?" Aviva asked, after blowing another balloon.

"Great! Just adding the finishing touches," the ginger guy let out quickly, not taking his eyes off of his "masterpiece" as he handled the frosting, his tongue sticking out of the corner his mouth being a sign of his full concentration.

Aviva couldn't help but admire the effort Jimmy was putting into his task.

Just then, Koki walked up to her, her expression somewhere between worried and skeptical.

"Hey, Aviva, don't you think we should call the bros? You know, to see how they're holding up," she suggested.

Aviva gave her a puzzled look. "Why, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, I just think we should check on them, I mean you and I know better than anyone what kind of trouble those two can get into," Koki insisted.

Aviva finished tying another balloon, before turning her full attention to her.

"Oh, come on, Koki. Mount Fuji is one of the easiest mountains to climb, even Jimmy can make it to the top!" She paused and turned to find an offended expression on the guy's face. "No offense."

"None taken," the redhead sighed as he returned to frosting.

"I know, it's just-" Koki hesitated for a moment, "I have a bad feeling."

"Like something bad's gonna happen to them?" Aviva raised an eyebrow, her voice softer than before.

Koki nodded her head with a frown.

But before Aviva could say anything else, a sudden roar pierced the area, startling everyone in the room.

Jimmy screetched as he dropped the frosting bag. "What was that?!" he stammered, his body already trembling something fierce.

As quick as a flash, Aviva made her way to the top of the ship, from there she scanned their surroundings; nothing but trees and plants and rocks. A few bugs and birds then and there, but no sign of any creature that could possess a roar of such.

"Do you see anything?" Koki yelled from the control room, still in her same spot, not having moved one muscle.

"No, that creature must've gotten away by now," Aviva made sure that her voice reached her teammates, a hint of frustration hidden in it. "But whatever it was, it didn't sound very friendly," she added to herself, mumbling, eyes narrowing at the unpleasant sinking feeling in her stomach.

After having finally reached the tip of the mountain, the brothers were already ascending the steep inclines, putting their climbing skills to the test.

A couple of hours of mountaineering were enough to suck all the energy out of any person, even with proper conditioning and physical preparation, including the Kratts, despite being known for spending hours, even MONTHS out in the wild; that one time when they joined millions of monorch butterflies in their migration all the way to southwestern Mexico, where they later on decided to hybernate alongside them. That alone would make anybody doubt that a pair of tired Kratts was a possibility, and yet there they were, sweating and panting with each and every rough step, tiny stones rolling down their preceding paths.

At some point, Chris had to stop to catch his breath, squatting with both hands on his lap for support. He looked like he was having anything but fun, while in reality, that was exactly what he was experiencing. Fun. Sure, tiredness and thirstiness, but mostly fun. After all, he was climbing one of the most famous mountains in the world with his brother. He had dreamed of doing so ever since he was a kid, and now that dream was becoming a reality.

"Hey, you good?" Martin came over to him when he noticed he had stopped.

Chris lifted his head to meet his brother's concerned eyes, his expression alleviated with a half-smile.

"I'm fine," the green brother brushed off with a laugh. "In fact, I've never been better."

He straightened up and carefully turned around, getting a breath taking view of the natural scenery, the oldest's eyes following his gaze. Two low whistles escaped both, Chris and Martin, simultaneously, combining into one symbol of pure admiration and awe. Despite being nowhere near the top, the sensation of having made it that far filled them with celebratory satisfaction.

Little did they know, this was only the calm before the storm.

Still contemplating, Chris fished his water bottle out of his bag. As the cool water quenched his thirst, he suddenly heard a heavy, terrifying growl from behind him, Martin too.

They both looked over their shoulders to find...

"MAR-..." Chris gasped, almost crying his brother's name if this one hadn't slammed his hand against his mouth.

"Shh," the older brother signaled, gaining a shaky nod from the youngest, before finally letting go.

Standing a few meters away from them, was a medium-sized black bear; fur the color of a raven's wing, a distinct whitish, creamy patch on the chest, its ears were bell shaped, sticking out sideways from the head, and with a fairly short tail.

The brothers swallowed hard. Normally bears weren't supposed to pose a threat to humans, in addition to the fact that polar bears and grizzlies were by far the most aggressive bears on earth, but the way that black-furry mammal's deep, obscure eyes remained fixated on them, as if seeing right through their souls, told them she wasn't planning on being "nice" to them.

Chris slowly lowered his arm, water bottle still in hand, being the only movement of his frozen body.

They looked at each other from the corners of their eyes, not daring to move their heads, not even one inch.

"Did you bring food?" was the first thing that came out from the corner of Martin's mouth, it felt forced and sounded like a whisper.

Chris panically shook his head, "No."

The beast moved one paw closer, huffing loudly.

"Gah, what does she want from us?" Martin shrieked.

At that, Chris suddenly had the idea of sniffing himself, much to Martin's confusion.

"What are you-"

"I smell like pancake," Chris blurred out under his breath.

Martin turned pale. "Uh oh."

The bear threw another paw, then another...

The brothers took one step back, then another...

Soon, a deadly chase commenced. The bear sharged at them as they both ran different directions, Chris dropping his bottle in the process, but she decided to go after the green Kratt, being the one with the syrup scent.

Martin stopped and turned to find, to his horror, his brother being chased by the ferocious creature.

"MARTIN! HELP!" Chris cried out as he ducked and dodged every attack, the beast hot on his tail.

With panic overwhelming him, the blue Kratt tried to think of a solution for this disaster when he accidentally stepped too close to an edge... He looked down; an idea lit up in his head.

"Chris!"

Chris stole a quick glance at his brother, gesturing to run over to him. Part of him felt unsure, but he trusted his brother. So, he made another swift turn, barely escaping the jaws of the animal, before sprinting at full speed toward his brother, like his life depended on it... which was the case.

With one final jump, he landed in his brother's arms, the pressure of the bump sending them sliding down a very steep incline, so steep that it almost felt like sliding down a wall, before coming to a stop on a platform, only a few centimeters long, stone crumbling beneath them and falling into the abyss.

Baffled and in a total daze, Chris looked up and searched his brother's eyes; he was very shaken.

They both looked up with petrified eyes, only being able to spot a light brown muzzle sniffing around for any sign of life, before it disappeared out of sight.

Just as they thought they were out of trouble, another sound broke the silence, this one of a huge, rolling... BOULDER!

"Quick, take your bag off!" Martin earged, his tone being the definition of trepidation, and Chris didn't hesitate one second, doing as he was told.

They had to make sure all chances of being hit were eradicated, so taking their bags off was the right thing to do at that moment. They had to act fast. It was as though time had stopped, both of them taking their bags off as fast as possible, throwing them into the void before sinking in their forms as much as they could, holding their breaths as if to prepare for a deep dive. And with that, the boulder came falling down, missing their faces by inches; they saw their whole lives flashing before their eyes during those couple of seconds of praubable death.

They breathed heavy sighs as the boulder crashed at the bottom, the sound echoing in their ears. Their heads slowly turned toward each other, fear painting their faces, their lungs heaving badly.

"You okay?" Martin managed, a huge lump in his throat nearly suffocating him.

Chris nodded weakly, "Yeah."

They cautiously slid down to a sitting position, knees reaching their chests, toes at the edge of the platform.

"...What now?" Martin looked out on the same scene from before, only from a lower point of view.

Instead of an answer, Chris held up an object in his hand, waving it with a winning grin.

Martin let out a soft gasp. "You have your creature pod?!"

"Yep."

However, when he took one look at it, his confidence melted away, fear and hopelessness reigning once again.

"Dang it, it's busted!" he complained. It was easy to tell thanks to the huge crack on the screen.

"But we have to try, anyway," Martin encouraged.

Having no other options, Chris went for it. After taking a deep sigh, he decided to leave a message for the team, "Guys, help! We're stuck in the middle of Mount Fuji and we can't go anywhere, please come get us!"

He recorded himself, but at the last sentence, the device died on them.

"Agh," he let out, throwing it from irritation.

"Let's hope they got the message," Martin placed a hand on his brother's shoulders.

"But what if they don't?" Chris spat out, not meaning to sound aggravated. His eyes were intense.

"Chris-"

"I'm climbing out of here!" He stood up swiftly, completely surprising Martin, before throwing a hand in search of anything his fingers could hold onto.

"Chris, no!"

But before Martin could stop him, a loud cry escaped the green Kratt's throat. He quickly held his brother and pulled him back down, Chris holding his right hand tightly, gritting his teeth badly as he fought tears building in his eyes.

Martin then looked down to find the platform they were sitting on rattling from Chris' sudden movement... before quieting down.

He breathed a sigh of relief before turning his attention to his brother, whose eyes were closed shut from visible pain, breathing shakily. His eyes slid down when they landed on his hand; blood. Red crimson was flowing out of a fresh wound in the center of his palm.

If his brother weren't injured, he would've scolded him big time for his reckless choice of action.

"Lemme see," he offered, the youngest reluctantly extending his shaky, hurt hand.

Martin gently took it in his own hands, examining the wound. "Hmm, it's nothing serious..." He sounded reassuring, his voice uncharacteristically calm and gentle.

And with his teeth, he ripped off a piece of cloth from his sleeve, his brother watching with wide eyes, almost forgetting about the pain. Then, he used the fabric as a bandage for the wound, delicately wrapping it around his little brother's hand as he let out a prolonged hiss through his clenched teeth, fingers clawing at his shorts. Finally, he tied it to a knot.

"There."

Chris looked down at his hand, a small smile creeping on his face. He managed a small "thanks" before leaning on his back, sighing heavily.

"I'm sorry," he finally said.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Martin wrapped a gentle arm around him, tone soft and forgiving. "I gotcha."

Chris rested his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to relax in his brother's warm embrace, his hurt hand close to his chest. He felt safe, despite the dangerous situation they were in.

"And that's the last of them," Koki let out after hanging the last piece of decoration on the wall, preening herself for her achievement.

Beep. Beep.

She turned on her heels at the sudden noise coming from her computer.

"Hmm."

She walked over before taking her seat, her eyes widening as she realized what was on her screen.

"Aviva?" she called, her voice cracking.

The girl walked up to her. "Yeah, what is it, Koki?"

"I got a message from the bros, and I have a feeling it's not a good one," she sounded too serious for Aviva to question her paranoia.

"Well, let's hear it," she shrugged, not expecting what came next.

"...-help-... -stuck-... -Mount Fuji-... -can't go-... -anywhere-... -get us-..."

The audio cracked as Chris could be seen talking, the screen lagging then and there.

Aviva put her hands to her mouth, both girls gasping in horror.

"And... voila!" Jimmy cheered, finally having finished working on the cake, before jumping at the sudden and unexpected-

"Jimmy, the bros are in trouble, fly the ship over Mount Fuji!" Aviva yelled at him, scaring him half to death.

"I-I'm on it!" He hurried his clumsy self to the pilot room.

"Hang on, bros."

Utter silence, broken only by Martin's melodical whisteling. Even in the middle of a predicament, his enthusiastic nature always took the best of him.

Chris couldn't help but smile at that, still trapped in the same exact embrace from before.

Martin suddenly stopped. "So..."

Chris glanced at him.

"How did you manage to smell like pancake?" Martin laughed. "Did you pour it on yourself or something?"

Chris turned a little red from embarrassment.

"I- uh... Let's just say I'm not the best when it comes to eating manners," he laughed sheepishly.

He heard his brother scoff at the statement.

"...Perhaps a side effect from using the suit too much?" Chris added nervously.

"Nah, pretty sure it's all you," Martin said without hesitance, earning an offended "hey!" from the yougest.

"Okay, I'll admit I did get most of it all over my face," Chris let out admitingly, Martin bursting into laughter.

"Of course, you did."

The sun was slowly disappearing behind the tip of the mountain, alarming them of the fact that it was getting dark soon.

Feeling uneasy at the thought, the brothers hadn't noticed the platform below them starting to crack a bit. They looked down panically.

"Oh, no no no..." Chris muttered, his brother pulling him closer in a protective way.

Just when they thought things were about to get painful for them, the sudden loud sound of a ship pierced the air.

They looked up to find-

"The Tortuga!" they cried at the same time.

"We're saved!" Chris added from overwhelming relief.

The hatch opened and next thing they knew, a ladder was being thrown at them.

"Grab on!" Aviva yelled out.

She didn't need to say it twice.

With his brother's arm wrapped around his shoulder, Martin made a jump for it, one arm around Chris' waist, the other holding onto the ladder for dear life.

In the very last second, the platform fell apart. It was a close one.

That was exactly what happened a few hours ago.

The brother's were back at the HQ, safe and in one piece.

Martin had another sweater on, while Chris got a brand new bandage for his hand.

All four of them - Martin, Chris, Aviva and Koki - were sitting on the edge of the open hatch, gazing at a spectacular sunlight, the sky slowly turning into a majestic sea of lavender and pink, illuminating the nearly perfectly symmetrical mountain, rendering it impossible to get one's eyes off of.

"It sure is beautiful," Martin sighed, everyone humming at his words.

"Make room for me!" Jimmy came over with plates full of cake; two plates in each hand, and the fifth on his head.

The crew laughed as he distributed each plate.

"Thanks, JZ," Koki smiled, the ginger guy sitting right next to her.

"Hey, Chris, how's your hand?" Jimmy tilted his head to see Chris' face.

"It's alright," he gave a thumb up with his good hand, before shoving a spoonful of cake in his mouth.

"Don't choke," Martin teased, receiving a hard nudge, both laughing at the matter.

In an atmosphere full of delight and peace, the sun dove behind the horizon, stuck somewhere between day and night.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS!!!

#wild kratts #kratt brothers #chris kratt #martin kratt #aviva corcovado #koki #jimmy z #wk fanfic #fanfiction #birthday fic #hurt/comfort #brotherly fluff #fandom #fangirl power!

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i-always-wanted-brothers · 2 years

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Hi 👋 Prompt idea?

"I won't be taken down by something as childish as tickling."

With Peter 1 being a teenager and thinking he's too old for tickles so his older brothers decide to show him you're never too old for tickles. And at one point whenever Peter 1 is getting tickled, he grabs his brother's hands with the idea of how are you supposed to tickle me without your hands, and then the older brother starts giving him raspberries instead :)

(I hope that's okay ❤️ your works are awesome :))

Thank you so much! You're so sweet, and I love this idea! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it. I got super flustered while I was writing it lol

"I won't be taken down by something as childish as tickling," Peter 1 declared confidently, propping his head up with his arm trying to act nonchalant.

The three Spidermen had just finished dinner, during which the older two had decided to tease him about how Otto had just found out he was ticklish the a few days before. Peter 2 and Peter 3 looked at him in disbelief and smirked at each other across the table.

"You sure about that? Because last time-"

"uh LAST TIME," Peter 1 interjected, eyes widening as he tried to defend himself, "I was just playing along. It wouldn't actually work."

Peter 3 just laughed at him and stood up to start clearing the dishes from their dinner. Peter 2 however stayed and raised an eyebrow at Peter 1.

"You'd better run."

"I don't need to run because its not gonna work." Peter 1 crossed his arms in defiance and tried not to break eye contact with Peter 2. Unfortunately for him that meant he didn't notice Peter 3 sneaking up behind him before it was too late.

Suddenly, arms wrapped firmly around One's shoulders and someone's head leaned down next to his ear, "You sure about that buddy?" came Peter Three's smug voice.

Peter 1 screamed and tried to thrash away as Peter 3 started drilling into his upper ribs. Peter 2 laughed at him from across the table and moved over to gently squeeze at his knees.

"Not so grown up now huh?" Peter 2 teased, switching between squeezing just above his kneecaps and scribbling on the undersides of his knees.

"ShUHUHUHT UHUHP!"

Peter 3 hummed, "Mmm no, I don't think we will."

Peter 1 fell into frantic laughter as Peter 2 started squeezing up and down his thighs, the sensations making him go crazy. His eyes shut and his face scrunched up as he giggled his head off, causing his brothers to coo at him.

"Such a cute little baby bro! That's gotta tickle so bad, huh?"

"Aww you're just too ticklish aren't you?"

"NOho IM NOHAT SHUHUHUHUHSH"

Peter 1 was quickly turning bright red. He started trying to slip down off of the chair and out of Peter Three's grasp but his brothers just followed him to the floor. Peter 1 almost escaped but was pulled back by Peter 2 before he could get far enough.

"Oh no you don't! We aren't finished here young man!"

Peter 3 maneuvered the youngest so he was laying half on his lap but Peter 1 was still struggling to get away through his giggles.

"Pete, we aren't even tickling you right now!" Peter 2 chuckled, hovering his hands over Peter One's sides and wiggling his fingers to Peter One's dismay.

"Stohohop dohohing that!"

"Why buddy?" Peter 3 leaned down and planted a tickly kiss against Peter One's neck before whispering in his ear, "Does it tickle?"

Peter 1 squeaked and giggled as Peter 2 started gently kneading his sides. In a sudden burst of strength, Peter 1 managed to get his arms out of Three's grasp and grabbed onto Peter Two's hands, pushing them away from his ticklish sides.

"Now youhoho cahan't get me!" Peter 1 laughed triumphantly at his oldest brother, leaning his face as close as he could get to the other with Peter 3 now holding him snug around the waist. Peter 2 leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching and smirked.

"You sure about that, baby bro?"

I'm not a babEHEHEHEH PETET2PETER2NAHHAHAH"

Without warning, Peter 2 had started nuzzling at Peter One's tummy, throwing in a few raspberries here and there and making noming noises as he pretended to eat his stomach. Peter 1 was still holding onto his hands and laughing his head off now, trying to peddle his legs against the floor or squirm away but getting nowhere.

"Woahoh, little man is trying real hard now, you sure you're not ticklish buddy?" Peter 3 teased, having to struggle a little bit to keep the littlest in place.

"Something wrong, One?" Peter 2 asked, looking up for a second to give him a breather.

"N-Nohoho everything's fihihine, I told youho I'm not ticklish."

Peter 1 tried to sound defiant but he couldn't keep the giggles out of his voice. The other two made eye contact with each other over his head and Peter 2 got his hands free, placing them on his sides again, leaning down towards his stomach and smirking.

Peter 1 knew he was in trouble but made the decision to try and keep up bold act. He steeled his glare as best he could.

"Do you worst."

Peter 3 seemed to choke behind him and Peter 2 raised an eyebrow, gaping slightly in surprise.

"Yeah uh huh okay, its your funeral," Peter 2 smiled innocently, "Hey Three, you mind helping me?"

"It'd be my honor, dear brother of mine!"

Peter 1 gulped. Suddenly Peter 2 landed a huge raspberry on his stomach while Peter 3 started drilling into his ribs. Peter 1 screamed, his frantic laughter bouncing off the walls and lighting up the room. He could feel his resolve breaking as Peter 2 started scribbling at his sides and lower ribs but he still didn't want to give in.

"Just admit that it tickles and we'll stop!" Peter 2 sang, trying not to laugh as he could tell Peter 1 was close to giving up.

What ended up doing him in was when Peter 3 started blowing quick, tickly raspberries all over his neck. His laughter fell silent for a moment before he gathered himself together enough to finally admit what his brothers had been trying to get him to say.

"OKAHAHAHAY IT TICKLES IT TICKLESITTICKLES PLEAEHEHASE!"

Right away the other two stopped their torment and cheered, giving each other a highfive.

"Now was that so hard, buddy?"

Peter 1 lay in Peter Three's lap with his eyes closed, left over giggles still spilling out.

"You twoho are the wohohorst."

Peter 3 snickered and started gently running his fingers through One's hair, causing him to let out a happy sigh. Peter 2 smiled at his little brothers, laying down on his side next to Peter 1 and throwing an arm over his stomach.

"Hate to break it to you bud, but you'll never be too old for tickles."

"And don't you ever forget it!" Peter 3 booped One's nose gently and cooed as Peter 1 groaned and scrunched his face up at them both in fake annoyance.

Smiling, Peter 2 drew his baby brother closer to him and held out his other hand for Peter 3, pulling him to lie down on the floor. He happily snuggled up to them, still playing with One's hair and now rubbing gently at Two's knuckles.

After a few minutes of floor cuddles, Peter 2 spoke up quietly.

"You doing okay, One?"

He lifted his head up when he didn't get an answer only to find Peter 1 fast asleep in between them. Peter 2 brushed back his hair and kissed his forehead before lying back down and shutting his own eyes. For awhile, the only sounds were their gentle, steady breathing before Peter 3 broke the silence again.

"Hey, you know someone still has to do the dishes?"

Two reached across and playfully smacked at his arm.

"Shut up Three."

#spiderman tickle #lee peter 1 #ler peter 3 #ler peter 2 #peter parker #peter parker tickle #spider bros #marvel tickle #my writing #i hope you guys like this!#its a lot longer than i thought it would be #sorry for the wait!

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sunnykeysmash · 11 months

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I was trying to work out the pyramid hierarchy for the gang and I think the reason it's a pyramid scheme is that NO MATTER WHAT, it eventually ends in mac and dennis joining forces to cut dee out of leader position.

A. If Mac rises too high, Dennis is bound to plummet without him, which eventually leads Mac to resume his position behind Dennis for support and it improves their overall relationship, which makes them gain power again. Mac high and Dennis low doesn't last long, and it only leads to their union strengthening.

B. If Mac sinks too low, but still directly behind Dennis, their relationship is still working properly and the conjoined power still hijacks Dee's leadership. May not be enough to be leader themselves, that's where Frank comes in if Charlie is below him for support (which, they flipped in s15, so that's not a thing anymore).

C. If Mac is at the bottom, and Dennis is above him, that's just point A again.

D. If Mac sinks too low, but Dennis is super high, you get a situation a la s13, Escapes. Dennis is still nominated leader due to Mac's intense and intrinsic power inside the group and his devotion to Dennis. They won't get along, but Dee is still barred from being leader. Dennis and Frank will fight for dominance (again, if Charlie is below him in this case), and the group as a whole will suffer greatly because of Mac and Dennis not being on the same front.

No matter what, however, the system is designed to cut her out. Because unlike Charlie, Frank, Mac and Dennis, Dee is the only one inside the group who is alone.

And no matter what, Mac is always playing both sides, so he always comes out on top. It doesn't matter if he's at the top of it, at the bottom, if it's upside down or right side up or whatever. His controlling and structured nature and devotion to Dennis will always work in his favor to basically have him control things behind the scenes. Whether he does it himself, or Dennis does it for him.

In fact, the gang was at its worst and least functional during the time where Mac decided to hand Dennis actual control. But even then, he couldn't help trying to run things behind the scenes. I want you to take the first half of Chokes into consideration for this. I say first half because the conflict is resolved with Mac understanding that Dennis DOESN'T WANT POWER (just the illusion of it). He wants to lead while Mac makes all the decisions.

The only ways Dee can win this game? Either destroy the whole pyramid itself, or find a buddy.

But I have a feeling what she's actually going to do is still ultimately try to play the game with their rules, not realizing it's rigged. She's gonna try to bring Dennis down to take his much sought after leading position now that she senses his weakness. But as I discussed, that's a game she can't win. And it could probably lead to Mac and Dennis' union strengthening significantly.

Now, something interesting @cutemeat said to me, makes me think it's not completely out of the realm of possibility that Charlie and Dee could team up to take them down and take power from them, especially now that Frank, like Dennis, is sinking, which means Charlie is rising as well. Kinda like the leaderboard in Big Mo, huh? Anyway, if this is the case, all I know is that Frank would eventually end up on the very bottom, as the new person without anyone else, IF Charlie and Frank don't make up. IF they do, which I think they might, Dee, as always, is gonna get screwed for trying to play the game, and is gonna draw the short end of the stick, like always.

Because in the end, the show told us.

"Bros before hoes".

And in a situation like this, if Charlie has to choose between Frank and Dee, I have no doubt he'd leave her behind... (and perhaps that was his whole plan, who knows!)

It is no man left behind after all... not so much the women.

And that's the way the pyramid works to me, pretty much. Designed to keep her out of power. And I think that's maybe even smart commentary for like... the patriarchy as a whole, huh?

#iasip #s16 spoilers #it's always sunny in philadelphia #always sunny #macdennis #macden #analysis #meta #i was gonna do a whole meta explanation thing but im too tired for it i dont wanna and it's complicated #theres lots of meta in sunny about dee being the leader/wanting to be and i think this is what off with the head is all abt #did i base this off of old lady house? yes.. but not only...#dennis did almost chop her head off literally in s15 i mean #anyways #there would be a lot of meta to unpack to explain everything but I've kinda rambled abt it before #both here and on twt

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rinniemybeloved · 1 year

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[☆] - Haikyuu!! Ethnicity Headcanons

Characters: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Kenma, Ushijima, Goshiki, Miya twins, and Daishō (ft. Mika)

A/N: Barely any of the characters in HQ look Japanese at all (maybe that's just an anime thing but whatever) so I decided to give them ethnicities.

-irish

-its kinda obvious ngl

-apart from his hair it's so orange his personality also gives off leprechaun vibes

-he can speak English but has a VERY strong accent

-to the point that it doesn't rlly sound like English anymore

-he's probably half Irish though bc we haven't seen his dad and his facial features look kinda east Asian

-also multiracial

-big western European vibes

-but also seems Korean at the same time

-and a little bit Balkan for some reason idk why

-so ykw? He's Bosnian.

-his parents didn't rlly care to teach him any Bosnian

-his sister knows though bc she probably grew up in Bosnia

-i'd want to say he was adopted into Japan but I've seen most of his family and they're also light haired

-bros white for sure

-initially I was gonna say he's bri ish (not as a joke)

-but that would be too...🤷🤷

-so I've went down to 2 countries

-Netherlands or Belarus

-he just seems SO Dutch

-tall and blond

-he's one of the characters that doesn't look very non-japanese

-but I can't say he looks totally japanese either

-i could see him being from another east Asian country

-maybe Taiwan or smth like that

-he was born in Taiwan and moved to Japan just a few months later

-his parents look very Taiwanese too so that works

-he knows enough Taiwanese too get around

-he's German

-tell me he's not I dare you

-he looks so German to the point that being from any other country just doesn't fit

-he probably knows a few words like "guten tag", "danke schön", etc.

-desi

-doesn't matter if he's from Pakistan, India, or Bangladesh

-he has the Dora cut, he's desi

-every desi kid had the Dora phase

-but to him, it's more than just a phase

-this is totally random but he's that kid at Desi parties that all the aunties love and adore

-biryani hogging mf🙄🙄

-i said this in a previous post that they look Argentinian

-they give off no sabo kid vibes

-their parents tried to teach them Spanish but they could care less

-and that's how they became the no sabo kids

-they argue about who can speak more Spanish often

-son of a kutni auntie fr

-bengali

-now I just have to ask my baba for permission to marry him

-he can speak fluent Bangla

-the more I think about it the more he looks Bengali

-idk how but somehow he was gonna have an arranged marriage with mika

-green haired shakchunni lover

-i could talk about Desi! Suguru and Mika for hours

Bonus: Characters who I think do look Japanese

DAICHI, Nishinoya, Ennoshita, Kyoutani, Kindaichi, S U N A, Kiyoko, & Bokuto

Surprise, surprise, I did a part 2. Feel free to share your ethnicity headcanons!

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hhelliish · 9 months

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Some Seven Deadly Sin design ideas i felt i needed to write down somewhere

Lucifer (Pride): he is the character ive worked most on out all of them

currently his design is going through some changes. for one i want him to be more goat like. i still want to keep his sharper nose cuz i just really like that one him, but hes going to start looking more like a furry as the days pass sorry not sorry

his personality i dont plan on changing. he's going to remain a more standoff-ish and quiet, coming off as cold. but on his other side he is actually quite caring and passionate about taking care of his family, his people, and Hell itself

Sathanas (Wrath): hes a bit tricky. i didnt want him to be so predictable by being a meet head jock or something. so i decided to go the business man route.

im thinking of also making him more animal like. maybe a bull to represent the wrath part of him to get a better idea. he also 100% has glasses he's a nerd

personality; similar to Lucifer he's quiet and intimidating, but more like the opposite spectrum. he comes off as more stern and serious, not taking anyones shit and he means it

Beelzebub (Gluttony): my silly. ive grown heavily attached to him

entirely going into a bug look for him. in my mind he looks a bit human but has a lot of bugs features like antenna's, four pairs of arms, huge insect wings, differently bent legs, and possibly abdomen im not entirely sure about that yet

i always pictured him to be very carefree, silly, but really off putting and strange. bro totally eats corpses and thats ok because hes funny <3

he also has a wife and child. she let him hit cuz hes goofy

Asmodeus (Lust): this again is a tricky one cuz i really want him to be unique but translate his design that doesnt feel overcomplicated to design. because if you know how he really looks, its a lot

i do have in mind i want him to be fat as im tired of the definition of Lust being this skinny guy. fat people can be hot af and i want that to be more pushed

i was also thinking with how Asmodeus has more than one face, i either thought he could change his features by waving a hand in face that changes everytime like magic. or he spins his head like a doll and appears a new face every so often. not entirely sure with what i want to do but the separate faces i dont think i want to make to be different people, rather just different appearances

Asmodeus is also a kind and full of passion for others. he has several partners that he all treats very well and is not purely out of lust

Mammon (Greed): again, this is a hard one

Mammon in my mind can be many things and its hard for me to decide what he looks like. so he is the one thats the most work in progress as for some reason its just difficult for me

as for personality, hes by far the nastiest out of all the Sins. besides Belphegor, he very much embraces the sin he represents and doesnt feel bad about it. hes a man of the status quo and likes to be the bigger person power or wealth wise.

even though when being ranked alongside the other seven sins he isn't that powerful compared to Sathanas, Beelzebub, or definitely Lucifer

so hes kind of compensating all the time for his broken ego LOL

Leviathan (Envy): SEA WITCH SEA WITCH

ive been so excited to design her and im gonna go all out with the deep sea monster look. i envision her as a kind of kelpie/siren kind of monster creature girl that has hair covering her face but a huge creepy smile. shes got lots of teeth like a shark

personality so far is that shes a bit creepy. she likes to make herself look as if her spine is cracking in half and loves fucking with people. but sometimes her creepiness is just who she is. no one can tell when shes being serious or being an ass

Belphegor (Sloth): the last furry i promise (not)

yeah, i may be stealing the idea of what Vizviepop is doing with her Belphegor. not like entirely tho since we still dont know what she looks like. but my Belphegor is going to be a sheep for certain

i want her to be the shortest out of all the Sins and look like the fairly unthreatening one. but thats where she gets you cuz actually all along her fluffy wools is eyeballs that pop out of nowhere and scare the hell out of you

her attitude to me is more predictable for Belphegor by being noncaring, monotone, and sleepy. but i honestly cant think of her in any other way it just fits best. i imagine she never even walks she just floats around with a pillow and sleeps randomly

these are just concept ideas btw but i needed to air this out to someone so i hope you guys enjoy seeing my thought process <3

#hellish #oc #hellish lucifer #hellish beelzebub #hellish sathanas #hellish asmodeus #hellish leviathan #hellish belphegor #hellish mammon #my oc stuff #my stuff #my writing #my ocs #oc stuff #ocs

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tazmilygray · 1 month

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immm assuming from your icon you like marx so him for the bingo?

ooohoho the goofster. squishy toy. little shit /affectionate gonna address like, why i picked the ones i picked below, as a little explanation

still stand by the idea that marx literally did nothing wrong he just figured he'd be a better ruler for dreamland than dedede (stole the food, we know from star allies that if we keep marx well-fed he's just a normal goofster and not a bastardous one), but once he got up to nova he realized he could help all of popstar and decided to rule that instead. he was 12 give him a break

yeah i know canon DID kinda give him a personality, but its still a kirby game his personality is like a glass of water with a hint of jester flavoring packet in there. its there, but it could do with some work.

i really dont like when people sum him up as just a little prick who likes getting people upset, because i dont think he is. a prankster who can go a little far at times, sure, and even a little mean on purpose at times, but not a heartless jerk

born in a cardboard box all alone just because i wanna be mean to him + he has very few friends even after star allies to me. his grosser pranks (tearing himself in half, popping his eyes out like in smash bros ultimate, etc) earn him weird looks at the very least.

thanks sooo much for the ask!!

#taz~txt #taz~mailbox #kirby #kirby marx #marx kirby

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malleusbutcursed · 2 years

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When they hold onto you.

Leona Kingscholar x Reader, Floyd Leech x Reader, Che'nya x Reader.

Warnings?: none!

A/N: off topic but I'm gonna marry Che'nya in my dreams ahah... HAHHAHA-- I'm gonna cry to sleep now.--

Leona Kingscholar

You were looking for Leona, it was before your classes are going to start. You wanted to thank him for helping you study that one time. (I'll be honest, he only helped you so you can be his body pillow IM SORR--)

You were trying to look for him in his usual spot. But he wasn't there.

"Where is he- Oh! There he is. He seems to be sleeping so I'll just wake him up."

You tried to move him slightly but he only grumbled. Still not awake clearly, you tried to move him more but he only just grabbed onto your arms and pulled you into him. (Welp your plan failed--)

"Wha! Leona!!--"

"You keep annoying me, just keep quiet and let me sleep." He still was half asleep, not caring for your protests or should I say not listening of you needing to go to class soon. Just holding you tighter when you keep trying to try to get out of his grip. (Literally he's half asleep yet he still can hold onto you tightly, the logic??--)

"But-- Ugh.. fine.." You knew he wouldn't let you go easily, and you might as well just let him hold onto you. You fall asleep onto him forgetting why you wanted to talk to him in the first place. You forgetful bitc-- (IM SORRY WAIT PL--)

Floyd Leech

It really isn't a surprise, because of his moods changing alot, him wanting to hold you for 5 hours straight, or wanting to murder yo--

This time he was in the clingy mood. Luckily you both were in the mostro lounge, no one was there expect you and Floyd. He was complaining on how he doesn't want to clean up. And you were helping him trying to convince him it will be fine. Until he stops cleaning the tables and his frown became a grin, you didn't notice because you are actually being productive-- (wow)

He walked towards you, not trying to conceal his footsteps as the made a clinking noise. (IDK OK? CLINKING MAKES SENSE BRO)

You turned around to face him thinking he was just going to complain once again, but instead when you turned around you were greeted with his face up close to you. (HE IS BENDING HIMSELF TOWARDS YOU.. UNLESS YOU'RE AS TALL AS HIM- and if you are sheesh shawty where you get those legs fro--)

You were mortified on how he just was so up close and personal. It's not like you really mind him being super close, you were used to it. Its just that you really don't know what he will do next. And that alone scares you. He grinned even more leaning somehow even closer than before.

"Y/NN, isn't this boring? I wanna do something more fun.'' You blankly stared at him. Backing away from him while shaking your head while sighing. And he pouts slightly.

"Floyd, we both know that if we don't do this. Azul will scold you. Then, you will proceed to blame me for distracting yo-"

He rolled his eyes and put his arms around your waist, making you gasp in shock. He is squeezing you enough where you can't try to scramble away, but not to the point where he is cutting off your airflow.

You groaned, and he just laughed at your pain of knowing Azul will make you do extra work now because of this.

Hey, atleast you don't have to deal with a pouty Floyd anymore.

Artemiy Artemi-- (It's Che'nya, I'm sorry but I'm not writing his full ass name.)

• You were helping Cater paint the roses red, after a few hours of painting some you decided to take a break.

• Walking a pretty far distance from there so you can some peace and quiet. You sat plopped onto the ground, exhausted. Who knew painting a few roses would be so much work?

• You decided you would close your eyes, and just rest.

• But then everything went blank, and what you thought was just resting for a few minutes turned into a nap. You only woke up feeling something graze your cheek.

• You opened your eyes slightly yet saw nothing, confused, you closed your eyes again. Yet it happend again. You didn't open your eyes this time thinking it was just probably the wind.

• Then you heard a whisper in your ear, you sat up quickly. Now fully awake and alarmed. But you still.. saw nothing? You heard some laughing, realizing whose voice it was you glared at the air. Knowing it wasn't truly just air. You were right as,

• It turned out to be Che'nya laughing mischievously. While making his body finally appear infront of you.

• "Really.. Che'nya? Let me just take a nap.." You mumbled tired, you laid back down too sleepy to ask about how he found you. And you closed your eyes sleep coming back once again until Che'nya pulled you up. Making you groan, not enjoying the fact he keeps making you wake up and not letting you sleep. He starts laughing, while putting you to his chest. Not having any intention of letting you leave. You groan, you being already sleepy you let him hold onto you, while you fell into a deep slumber.

• (Then he scares you awake later with only showing.. HIS HEAD AHHAHA NO REST FOR YOU MORTA--)

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #fluff #headcanons #twst headcanons #floyd leech #leona kingscholar #che'nya #floyd x reader #leona x reader #che'nya x reader

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