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waitingonavision · 2 years

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how abouuut 9 and/or 10 for all fics (since some don't have dialogue, or just pic one fic randomly if that's too many haha)? 13 and 15 for comfortable truths? :D

Ohey! I can do #9 and #10 for all fics! 'Cuz why the heck not. (:3<

From the Fanfic Ask Meme:

9. Favorite line(s) of dialogue? 10. Favorite line(s) of prose?

Man, that parenthetical “s” is dangerous...

From "Pancita"—There are actually a bunch I'm proud of, but anyway:

dialogue: “I- I have my querida hermana mayor to thank for it, don’t I? Well, todos. Our family, I mean. But I feel like you’ve worked the hardest of all, Juli.” There’s an unmistakable tenderness in his voice. “To make sure I got this gut.” — Bruno, you adorkable doof. I wrote this line relatively early... it just went through a few tweaks to make it sound more like him.

prose: Bruno had given a cautious nod, color dawning across his face as they stood by a table in the church’s small kitchen; puppy eyes flicking about the space and hands fidgeting, while his sister peered at the entire state of him, paused to brush her fingertips across the front of his shirt, against his belly. — Sue me, I like long sentences 🥲

From "Comfortable Truths":

dialogue prose: Although he has no intention of retiring his ruana, whose faithful—obscuring, bulking, securing—service he’s employed nearly his entire life, Bruno might even be okay with, someday… maybe, trying to walk into town without slouching beneath it. Just let it enfold him without overthinking how it’s going to outline the discernible soft roundedness of his middle. — Oh, Bruno...

prose: Not that anything would ever stop Pepa from hoisting him into the air. — Hehe. True though.

From "Nothing, & Everything" (Julieta and Bruno):

dialogue: “It already is, Juli.” — *sighs* *cries* This whole drabble/Julieta and Bruno's exchange was an early idea.

prose: Her brother, who appears more pinched and thinner than ever; who looks at her with a heart-clenching mix of unabated love and unfathomable sorrow, out of eyes that still contain a spark of fire in their depths. — 🥺

From "Telling, & Time" (Bruno and Antonio):

dialogue: “…Can you tell me a story, Tío?” Bruno cocks his head at that, eyes softening further. “‘Course, kiddo.” — I love them.

prose: The diminutive, recently minted six-year-old giggles from where he’s latched onto Bruno’s side. As his laughter trails off, he begins to shuffle in place a little, swishing the ruana he has grasped in his hands. I get that, kid, Bruno can’t help but think over the next several seconds of quiet fidgeting. — Shy li'l Antonio 🥺 Goes with (before) the dialogue I chose.

From "Rise, & Fall" (Bruno and Alma):

dialogue prose: Because one more desperate glance, a word, and he knows he would have caved—would have spilled, like so much sand, what he’d seen; allowed a little girl to fall when it always should have been him. — *distress face*

prose: His mamá’s eyes have aged, and her body is chilled from the night air and the jewel-toned river. When she hugs him, it is every part of himself splintering, mending, in a single instant. — Me crying while writing this entire ficlet...

From "Full Hearts, & Full Belly" (Dolores and Bruno)—Ngl, this fic is one of my faves; I felt like punching the air when I finished it:

dialogue: “So then eat, Tío Bruno,” she whispers, not at all unkindly. “Because I don’t ever want to hear you going hungry again.” — I really like all the dialogue in this one, tbh...

prose: It’s the sixth he’s received in the past two hours. (The first had been given to him by Mirabel, innocent enough. Then came two from Julieta, who sat with him until he finished everything; one from Agustín, with a warm, if slightly shrewd, smile; while the last one was delivered by an apologetic Luisa, the package looking deceptively modest in her hand.) — Alright, Julieta’s being a tad sneaky, haha. Still above board, though! Bruno 100% knows what she and family are trying to do.

From "Good, & True" (Bruno and Julieta):

dialogue prose: Suddenly, Julieta is holding Bruno’s face and bombarding it with kisses: mushing her lips against the concerning little juts of his cheekbones and the persistent squishes of flesh below them that make him appear younger than he is, interspersing these smooches with pecks to his forehead and the nose that her babies had all loved to grab. — Squishy cheeks :3

prose: But here are the pinpoints of pressure on his skin, steadying; so familiar and loving that they bring him through the flash of panic. — I’m so weak for these two siblings.

From “Whatever You Knead”:

dialogue prose: So the larger man starts to press his own fingers into Bruno’s love handles, beneath his shirt, nudging out little crescent patterns with his thumbs. — It’s the “little crescent patterns” bit. Like, can’t ya just picture/feel it (hopefully, if I’ve done my job)...

prose: When he receives a gentle suck on his lower lip, Emilio slowly works his way inward, pinching at the softer padded flesh of his partner’s tummy. Bruno’s hands splay for a moment against Emilio’s broad chest before lifting up to cradle the sides of his jaw, drawing their mouths even closer together as the baker continues to mold and shape his belly. — Choosing this chunk of text that is 1/4 of the whole story really makes me appreciate how short it is, haha.

The next two questions are for "Comfortable Truths":

13. How many drafts did the work go through?

I didn’t keep track exactly... I felt like one long, continuous draft, though! I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to write and how it should feel, so a lot of it did just flow once I started writing. You, @seanettlles, saw one of the drafts! :D The part where Bruno’s thinking about how he might go into town one day with a bit more confidence was a late(r) addition; I’m glad I put it in.

15. What were you most worried about during the composition?

Probably just my usual fears... I felt really nervous posting the AO3 link on Tumblr! ...At one point, I think I did sort of wonder whether I should post it at all... That maybe it was too... indulgent?

I always tend to worry about “grounding” my stories, which is kind of subjective? Things have to at least come from weighted (not a pun) and rooted foundation, like the emotions and all. ...Sounds serious, but it’s not really supposed to be ;;; I’m waffling at this point. Anyway. I like how “Comfortable Truths” came out. Exploring Bruno’s, well, comfort with his recovery and where the weight has settled was really satisfying. I doubt he feels this way all the time, ‘cuz he’s still very much on a journey and also sensitive (the voice I gave him in the fic has that touch of self-deprecation)... but I also wanted to give him a moment of peace with himself. He deserves to rest and feel good about the journey, and himself!

Feel free to send me a number for the Fanfic Ask Meme! All of my fics are fair game!

#asks #ask game #encanto #my writing #stuff i've posted #fic: pancita #fic: comfortable truths #fic: nothing & everything #fic: telling & time #fic: rise & fall #fic: full hearts & full belly #fic: good & true #collection: seeing & being seen #fic: whatever you knead #oh balls i really do write long sentences

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satan-incarnate-666 · 3 years

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me, eating cheese:

jinxx: *begs*

me: *nudges jinxx v v lightly and he falls over*

jinxx: you push jinxx? you push jinxx over? oh! oh! jail for adonis! jail for adonis for one thousand years!

#puppy is being a doof again #jinxx the pup #caw caw caw

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Remus's Untitled Machine-inator

Remus created a machine that could tickle people. Amazingly, Logan walks right into his machine and becomes the guinea pig! But Remus wasn't prepared for the adorable laughter, or for Logan's confession about his laugh...

This is Tickletober Day 30: Machine

Remus was smiling to himself as he placed the dummy into place. Instead of using the automatic handcuffs like he would for a real person, Remus manually attached the comfy handcuffs to the dummy’s wrists. Then, Remus summoned a tablet in front of him and clicked the [START] button in the middle of the screen. Suddenly, the handcuffs locked to the dummy’s wrists. Remus clicked the desired spots on the tablet, and watched in growing excitement as the machine did what it was supposed to do! It works! But does it tickle? Remus walked up to the machine, pushed the dummy aside and slid his own armpit in the correct position. The mechanical fingers tickled him for only a second before Remus guffawed and started laughing and running away from the machine.

His armpit was WAY too ticklish for something like that, and he knew that all too well! And so, Remus could proudly proclaim that the contraption was a success! He felt like Dr. Doofenshmirtz with his inators. Only, Remus didn��t have a lab coat on. He was just working in his usual frilly outfit. But, it was still Dr. Doof-like!

Remus happily returned it back to its beginning state and unsummoned the tablet. Now, all he needed was a guinea pig to demonstra-

-knock knock knock-

“Remus? Is that you making all the noise?” someone asked from his room.

Remus paused his thought and gasped! PERFECT TIMING! And, perfect person! Remus ran up to the door and happily opened it. “Why Bonjour, Logan!” Remus greeted in a pretty good french accent.

Logan lifted an eyebrow. “Hello Remus. Was that you making-” Logan looked behind the man and widened his eyes at the huge contraption in his room. “...What is that?” Logan asked.

“Oh thiiiisss? It’s my latest invention! The...uh…untitled invention...so far...” Remus replied, his confidence slightly dropping as he realized he didn’t have a name for it yet.

Logan hummed and walked right by Remus to get a closer look. “Hmm...It looks like it could be anything.” Logan admitted, walking into the machine. It was a walk in-type machine, similar to a phone box. Only, it was curved into a standing, half-cylinder shape. The sides and back of the cylinder had tennis ball-sized holes for...Well, Logan didn’t quite know yet. But there were even two holes on the top of the cylinder, where the flat side was. “What is this even connected to?” Logan asked.

Remus summoned the temporarily closed tablet on the side of the cylinder. “There’s a tablet, that’s connected to it.” Remus told him, before using his magic from behind his back, to connect the headphone cable from the tablet to the back of the machine.

Logan looked at the outside of the cylinder and found the tablet. After opening it, Logan tilted his head and lifted an eyebrow. “Well...I’m afraid that looking at the tablet has further confused me.” Logan told him.

Remus sniffled a laugh. “That’s a shame.” Remus said.

Logan narrowed his eyes in slight suspicion, before moving back to the cylinder area. As he inspected the holes a little further, Remus unsummoned the tablet and the cable, before resummoning it right into his own hands. Turning it on, Remus clicked the release button on a couple of the specific holes.

“Oh?! Oh my!” Logan reacted, widening his eyes at the sudden change:

There were robotic hands with arms that slithered and presented themselves to Logan, each arm coming from a hole in the cylinder. Logan smiled and playfully poked the hand. In retaliation, the hand poked Logan back. But this time, it was right in his ribs! Logan squeaked and put his index finger up in an attempt to signal a warning.

“No.” Logan voiced as well. After that funny occurrence, Logan turned to face Remus. “So...what is this thing? Is it…” Logan asked, hesitant to ask the last thing.

Remus caught onto what he was saying right away. “It can be.” Remus replied. “But don’t worry: It has a much more innocent setting added to it as well.” Remus explained.

Logan lowered his eyebrows and tilted his head. “...Innocent? How innocent- AAAH!” Logan tried to ask. But his words were interrupted by his own scream as he felt the arms from the ceiling holes grab Logan’s wrists and pull them up. Logan’s eyes were widened as he realized just how exposed he was in this position. “Uuuuh...A little help?” Logan asked.

Remus nodded. “Here:” Remus replied as he clicked a couple buttons on the tablet. Suddenly, a green-colored flat ray of light scanned Logan from the top of his head, down to his standing feet. When the ray shut itself off and moved away, the other hands started to move closer and closer to him! And the hands were...wiggling playfully?

WAIT-

“Remus, this is NOT what I meant!” Logan protested before turning to the hands. “Get away! Get! Shoo!” Logan ordered.

But instead of following what he said, one of the right hands struck! And clung its wiggling fingers to Logan’s hip! Logan yelped in surprise and quickly curled and wiggled to try and get the squeezing hand off his hip. But things just got higher in intensity as a left hand moved itself to Logan’s body, and struck! Right onto his armpit! This hand was skittering it’s surprisingly soft robot fingers right in Logan’s armpit! Logan bit his lip and did everything he could to cover up his armpit. But the pinned wrists above his head were...not helping matters.

“R-Remus! Hehe-HELP! Thihihis-” Logan was struggling to keep his new-found forceful giggles inside his lungs.

“This what, Logan? This...tickles? Is this ticklish for you?” Remus teased before he clicked something on the tablet.

Suddenly, another moving hand started wiggling its way to Logan’s other, untouched hip. Logan widened his eyes in horror and wiggled around more to prevent the hand from getting any further to him! But this ended up being pointless as the hand struck anyway, squeezing and drilling into his other hip relentlessly. “BAHA!” Logan guffawed before biting his lip as hard as he could to stop anything else from leaving his mouth.

“Come on, Logan! Laugh for me! I’ve been dying to hear it! I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before!” Remus told him.

Logan shook his head and hissed a “No” at him.

Remus’s cutesy, merciful voice soon dropped. “You wanna know something?” Remus asked. “These hands aren’t gonna stop tickling you until you laugh. So, if you let go and start laughing now, the tickling may not last as long.” Remus offered.

Logan’s frown softened a little as he realized the situation he was in. He wanted to get out of the tickling trap he got himself into, but he also felt the mental strain to keep his laugh secret. He’d always been embarrassed by his laughter, and he spent this long trying to keep it secret. But...The logical part of him was also telling him to let it out and shorten the tickle attack.

Suddenly, a lower hand found his sock and started removing it. Logan shrieked and desperately tried to get the foot away from the hand. But another hand that was just across, grabbed Logan’s ankle and held it in place while the 1st hand successfully removed the sock from his left foot. Logan’s giggles started coming out in titters before the hand even started tickling the bare foot! Logan tugged and tugged on the hand, but all the tugging and breath-holding ceased when his toes were only scratched:

“KAHAAAA-HAHAHA! OKAHAY, OHOHOKAHAHAHAHAHAYY! YOHOHOU- *snort* YOHOHOU BROHOHOHOKE MEHEHE!” Logan shouted, wiggling and finally letting out all the laughter that was trapped in his lungs.

Remus was staring at Logan with the biggest starry eyes even seen by man. The sound was gorgeous to hear and may he even say, absolutely adorable! Logan’s helpless state consisted of wiggling around constantly and sometimes snorting amidst his laughter! Remus could tell which spot triggered what snort, based on where he pulled away or doubled over to cover. “Your laugh...WOOOOOWWW! I LOVE IT!” Remus shouted happily.

Logan’s red cheeks turned a slightly darker color at that compliment. Come on...It’s really not worth loving. “IHIHIHI HAHAHAHATE MYHY LAHAHAUGH!” Logan admitted.

Remus gasped and quickly stopped the hands. When all the hands (but the top ones holding his wrists) retreated, Remus walked up to Logan. “Logan, I love your laugh! It’s so cute to hear! I want to enjoy your laugh more, but only if you want to be tickled by my contraption.” Remus told him.

Logan looked down at the floor. He...he wanted to be tickled, but...he didn’t want the laughter. It…

Remus gave him a small poke to the side. Logan jumped in surprise, but looked away with a smile. “Come on...I want you to laugh.” Remus told him. Logan looked up at Remus’s surprisingly convincing puppy dog eyes, and finally nodded his head.

Remus beamed further and took a step backwards before summoning the tablet once again. Remus clicked the different arms and watched as the hands got closer and closer to Logan and latched back onto him to tickle him. Logan giggled, laughed and wiggled around as the many arms on the contraption tickled his many ticklish spots. There was a hand going for each of his hips, a hand going for his armpit, a hand going for one side each, and even a hand skittering on the back of his neck! It tickled so much, and left Logan in hysterics and snorts!

“Awww! Good job Logan! Your laughing is tickling me, just listening to it! So cute!” Remus admitted.

Oh Remus...Why THAT kind of pun?! Why must he make a tickle pun while he’s being tickled?!

“THAHAHAT WAHAHAS TEHEHERRIBLEHEHE!” Logan complained.

“Hmm...Does it look like I care?” Remus asked him with a smirk.

“IHIHIHI DOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW!” Logan replied.

“Newsflash: I DON’T!” Remus declared. “Now, how many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” Remus asked with a smile.

Oh god no...Not THIS joke!

“SEHEHERIOUSLYHYHY?!” Logan shouted in slight annoyance.

“Yes! How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?!” Remus asked.

Logan shook his head and closed his mouth to slightly muffle his laughter.

Remus narrowed his eyes and walked closer to the man. “Come on, Logan! You know this one! How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” Remus repeated.

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOHOHOW!” Logan shouted back.

Remus rolled his eyes and sighed in agitation. “Why must you fail me?” Remus asked. “How many tickles does it take...to make an octopus laugh?” Remus asked.

Logan shook his head and growled slightly. “JUHUHUHUST TEHEHEHELL MEHEHE!” Logan begged.

“Ugh! Fine. Ten-tickles! It take ten-tickles to make an octopus laugh!” Remus replied.

Suddenly, a robotic hand grabbed his ankle and lifted up the foot while a second robot hand started tickling the foot. “HEHEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Logan screamed!

“Wow! I’m surprised at you, Logan! You never laugh at kids jokes!” Remus reacted.

Logan shook his head and tugged on his foot. “IHIHI’M LAHAHAHAUGHIHIHING BEHEHEHECAUHUHUSE YOHOHOU’RE TIHIHIHICKLIHIHING MEHEHEHEHE!” Logan shouted back.

“Tickling you?! I’m not tickling you! I’m all the way over here! There’s no way I could tickle you while I’m THIS far back!” Remus reacted.

Logan just gave up trying to reason himself out of this mess. There was no point in trying to argue his way out of a chaotically evil man’s endeavors. So, Logan took the tickling for a little longer before begging for him to turn it off.

Thankfully, the chaotically evil man was somewhat merciful when it came to tickling. Remus stopped right when Logan told him to, undid the hands’ grips, and even gave him a glass of water to help his dry throat.

Remus wasn’t sure if Logan was gonna believe him when he said “I love your laugh”. He wasn’t even sure if Logan would believe him after all that tickling. But, all that mattered now, was that Logan had fun despite his ‘embarrassing’ laugh.

#ticklefic #ler!remus #lee!logan #tickle machine

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heloflor · 3 years

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Rogue arc : A few random thoughts regarding the characters and their actions (+ other stuff)

Part 1 (an analysis of “Abducting Murphy’s Law”; you don’t need to read it to understand this post)

So, as I said in the first half, I’m going here to talk about some more stuff regarding and around the rogue arc like the apology and Dakota having issues. This post is way less organized than the previous one and is much more of a personal opinion/rant rather than an analysis. So be aware that this post is a subjective point of view that has some negative criticism at some parts. Basically, this is just me infodumping for the sake of infodumping. Though, I tried to organize it a bit with titles because I still want to do something that people want to and can read.

Like last time, here’s the tl;dr :

- While Cavendish is at fault for the argument in “Abducting Murphy’s Law”, the whole situation showed that Dakota has dependance issues due to trauma and needs to learn to back off, for his own sanity as much as for his relationship with Cav.

- The kids didn’t question why Cav was alone in a ship and waited days before nonchalantly telling Dakota about it and it pisses me off to no end.

- Compared to Doof and Perry, the reconciliation had no build up and wasn’t satisfying in the slightest.

- Neither Dakota nor Cavendish seem to have learned a thing during the arc. Also, there was a missed opportunity to see Dakota consider Doof differently because of his future status as Professor Time. Also, imagine Doof calling out Dakota on being too clingy.

(long post ahead)

1. Dakota needs to work on himself

So to start up, regarding the whole “who has to apologize to who” debate : personally, I believe that, when it comes to the events of the episode “Abducting Murphy’s Law”, Cavendish is the one to blame. He’s the one who got obsessed with finding the ship and who refused to listen to Dakota, even when Dakota wanted them to just sit down and talk things out. He’s also the one who decided to go rogue and ghost Dakota, letting the guy probably terrified for Cavendish’s safety. So in that regard, Cavendish is the one who needs to apologize.

BUT !!! On a much larger scale, the entire arc showed us that Dakota clearly has some issues. To be honest, when I started to get more into the show and started re-watching some episodes, I literally went to google “co-dependance” to see if Dakota fitted the characteristics. And while he doesn’t, there still clearly is some dependance here. And, if we end up having a new season, I genuinely wish that they could point out Dakota’s issues, though I guess the executives might consider it to be too “mature” to happen on the show. But yeah, Dakota has issues, and that’s the first point I’d like to talk about.

Given what we know in “The Island of Lost Dakotas” and that mention about a “Mississippi purchase”, whatever that is, it’s safe to assume that Dakota had been traumatized. Purchase aside, he had to witness his partner die over and over again, probably around a thousand times. And between the fall into lava with the skeleton visible, the “milk to death” (I have no idea what it means and I don’t think I want to) and whatever led to Cannibal Dakota’s existence, some of those deaths definitely seem very gruesome.

Dakota saw some shit, and there’s no way he can simply shrug it off. We clearly see how he’s still impacted by it in season 2 with how protective he is of Cavendish now that he can’t go back. This actually reminds me of how I recently decided to re-watch the small scene with Dakota and Doof in “Cast Party”, the scene when they’re at the ice-cream place. And one thing I can’t help but over-analyze is Dakota asking “Do things happen for a reason or is it just chaos ?”. When he says that, I can’t help thinking that he’s referring to Cavendish’s deaths. It’s like he was asking “Is Cavendish meant to die or is the world just fucking with me ?”.

So yeah, when Cavendish suddenly disappear, with Dakota having no idea of where he went or why, it’s no wonder that he would be so set on trying to find him. For all he knows, Cavendish is already dead. And if he’s still alive, there’s tons of things that could go wrong, and if they do, Dakota is powerless to stop it. This is probably a terrifying situation to be in.

But at the same time, Cavendish is an adult and is now aware of his deaths, so he might try to be careful. I mean, in “Lady Krillers”, when he sees the alien, he’s very quick to let Dakota protect him.

And that’s where most of the problem comes from. Dakota doesn’t seem to fully trust Cavendish to keep himself alive, which is probably not helped by the fact that, given how Dakota is constantly saving him, Cavendish probably doesn’t know his own limits and might overestimate himself.

But I think the biggest problem with this whole situation, aside from the fact that Dakota needs to lay off and understand that Cavendish is a responsible adult who needs to learn what are his limits so he can take care of himself, is the fact that the show is constantly validating Dakota. Just look at what happens in the rogue arc. When we see Cavendish alone, he constantly gets hurt by everything. And near the end of the arc, he even gets trapped inside an ice cube, left to die if nobody finds him. Thing is, by showing Cavendish suffer so much and basically die from being alone, the show is basically telling us that Dakota is right to be so worried about Cavendish, because Cavendish can’t survive alone.

Though, honestly, the show has a tendency to “demonize” Cavendish when he and Dakota are arguing. I mean, in “A Christmas Peril”, both are at fault. Cavendish for being insensitive and putting Dakota down from not understanding why Dakota feels underappreciated, and Dakota for not explaining why he feels that way (refereeing to the island) which leads him to get more and more frustrated with Cav. But, while both apologize in the end, in a kids’ point of view, Cavendish is the asshole who pushed Dakota away by showing no respect. It also doesn’t help that, up until “Time Out” in which we start to see more of his personality, Cav was kind of a giant ass during the beginning of the show; while on the other hand, Dakota is one of the most liked characters of the show.

And in the rogue arc, it’s the same problem. Cavendish is never once shown to have any regrets about his actions, he’s never seen struggling with living alone or being in the forest. And meanwhile, Dakota spends all his time sulking and looking like a kicked puppy. It’s because of stuff like that that the fandom is so split on the “who’s at fault” question and why we tend to sympathize so much with Dakota.

So to put it short, what I’m saying here is that Dakota has dependance issues due to trauma that needs to be addressed and worked on so that he can stop being worried for Cavendish 24/7, because not only is it unhealthy for their relationship, it’s also very damaging for Dakota. Seriously, just look at how much of a desperate emotional mess he is in “Escape”.

2. The kids anger me

Now, since I already mentioned it briefly, I’d like to talk with how the characters were handled in the arc, in particular in “Cavendish Unleashed”. Thing is, I already wrote a post ranting about the stuff I dislike in season 2; and in this post, I made a part about this episode. So instead of copy-pasting it, here’s a brief summary of what I say in this post :

- Basically, the ending of “Cavendish Unleashed” angers me everytime I see it because the kids just go away without asking any questions, nevermind the fact that that Cavendish has been missing for days and that Dakota is desperate to find him. And the worst is that, not only do they not ask Cavendish about Dakota looking for him, but they also don’t tell Dakota that they saw Cavendish. They just wait for like a week or two before being like “Oh by the way, we found an UFO the other day and Cav was there” (seriously, there are SO nonchalant when they tell him Cav was in the ship with them). And it’s not like they didn’t know Cavendish was missing ! In escape, the way Dakota tells them that he has to find an UFO makes it seem like they knew for a while.

- Another thing is that, as I said earlier, we never see Cavendish feel bad about his actions, and that dialogue with the kids would have been the perfect opportunity for such a moment.

- Finally, there’s the fact that, in the last episode of season 2, Cavendish starts talking about being the hero of Octalia, making it seem like he didn’t learn a thing from the experience, despite having all the time of the world for it when he was stuck into the ice.

So yeah, that’s pretty much the stuff I ranted about. One last thing that I could add regarding the arc not being handled well is how stupid Dakota was on the whole “finding Cavendish” situation. I mean, hasn’t he tried looking into the forest ? Seriously, the ship is like a mile away from the town. If the kids going near it on bike and Cavendish leading people to it is any indication, this isn’t that much of a walk. So why didn’t Dakota try to look for him here ? Honestly the only explanation I found (and put in a fic) is the idea of Dakota thinking that Cav could never survive alone in the forest, so he’s terrified of what he would find if he were to look for him there. But other than that, unless the ship is really well hidden (it’s not), I don’t really see why Dakota didn’t find it earlier. Or is it because he was too busy stress-eating and hanging out with Doof to go there ?

And speaking of Doof, why didn’t he try using an inator to find Cavendish ? I mean, it worked for Milo in “Abducting Murphy’s Law”, and in “Escape”, we learn that Cavendish’ DNA can be found in his and Dakota’s apartment. So why not making an inator to find him ? Why waiting around for like a month before finally resolving to science ?

3. The reconciliation

Thirdly, I’d like to talk in this post about the reconciliation between Cavendish and Dakota and how fast-pasted it was, especially in comparison to Doof and Perry (this part is actually the main reason why this post exists to begin with). For this part, I’m going to talk about each part of the argument and reconciliation and compare both stories.

First off, the argument to begin with. In Doof’s case, he’s the one who got hurt by Perry and decided to “break up”. Perry messed up, understood that he messed up, and Doof needed time to accept Perry again. So both parties knew who did what and understood that Doof was angry and needed time. Also, we follow Doof, the one who was hurt but who also called the relationship off.

But in Cavendish and Dakota’s case, Cavendish is the one who messed up but also the one who called the relationship off. And unlike Doof and Perry, Dakota has no idea of what happened since Cav erased his memory to prevent Dakota from following him. From one second to the next, Dakota found himself alone, having no idea where Cavendish was, no idea why Cavendish left, no idea what he did to push Cavendish away and with his last memory of Cavendish being the argument in the armory (from what we see in “Managing Murphy’s Law”, the memory eraser only makes you forget the last 10-15 minutes or so at what I guess is the first use in one day). And honestly, thinking back at the reconciliation, it seems to be what angered Dakota the most. It’s not that Cavendish left, it’s that Cavendish ghosted him after making him forget the reason why. So from the get-go, Dakota is in a worse situation than Doof, meaning that his situation could require some more work. And do we get that work ? Nope !

Secondly, the regrets from the “guilty party”. For Perry, you have the card that he sends a few episodes later. This shows that he feels truly bad for what he did and is willing to make things right if Doof wants to. But when the card is sent, Doof still needs time to himself. As for Cavendish, like I said earlier, he doesn’t once show any regret for ghosting Dakota. Worse, when he finally reunites with him, he doesn’t bring up the issue, though it is a delicate situation with Milo being kidnapped and, like I said in my first post, it does seem like Cavendish intended to come back at some point. Still, that last part is something that Dakota didn’t know. And speaking of Dakota, he spends the entire time being miserable, which only makes Cavendish look worse with how he doesn’t question himself once. And speaking of which…

Thirdly, there’s how the “got hurt” party handles their emotion, aka how they feel throughout the whole arc. For Doof, he starts off very bitter and salty at Perry. But as the episodes progress and as he starts to hang out with Dakota, he kinds of forget about Perry. It’s like he’s busying himself by trying to help Dakota, making him get over it pretty easily by not thinking much about it. And by the end of the arc, he seems to have gotten over it. He wasn’t really bitter about it anymore and all that was left was the talk with Perry to set things right.

But with Dakota, he only gets worse as time goes by. Though, looking at “Cast Party” and “First Impressions”, he seems pretty fine. But then you look at “Look at This Ship” and “Escaped” and you’ll notice that he went from having no patience and being pretty sad in the first episode to being an absolute mess in the second. Again, Dakota depends on Cavendish and needs to be assured that the guy is doing fine, so the whole situation makes him unable to function properly. So while Doof progressively gets better by getting his mind on something else, Dakota can’t stop thinking about Cav and only gets progressively worse.

And finally, there’s the reconciliation, the culmination of all this time spent sulking and hanging out. Again, for Doof and Perry, the resolution is done well. We’ve seen Perry feel bad for what he did, we’ve seen Doof get a hold of his emotions over time. And when Doof confronts Perry, we see that both of them are genuinely regretful of what happened. And then there’s the paycheck. Doof’s argument against Perry was that Perry only cares for him because it’s his job to do so. So by showing the paycheck, Perry answer to what Doof was bothered by. He showed Doof that no, it’s not about the money, and that he genuinely cares about the guy for who he is and wants to help him doing good, another thing that Doof was bothered with regarding Perry not being there to support him for it.

This works. You have a good setting to begin with, you have time given to the dialogue and the reconciliation, and the reconciliation is given with Perry reassuring Doof on the exact points the guy was worried about. It’s good stuff ! It’s great ! It’s well-written and developed !

And then there’s Cavendish and Dakota. Not only do they have very little time to make up, they also don’t really talk about what happened. Dakota is angry about being ghosted, Cavendish tries to justify himself by saying that he was trying to protect Dakota (he wasn’t but it’s easier for his conscience to tell himself he did) and then Dakota looks sad and Cavendish apologizes. Seriously, that’s all there is to it. Dakota makes a sad face and it makes Cavendish feel bad so he apologizes. And Dakota just accepts the small apology, as if he didn’t spend the last few hours having a breakdown over Cavendish being gone. Though, I tend to see him accept the apology fast because of the relief of the moment.

But still, when Cavendish says “Can we talk about this later ?”, I sure hope they do ! Because that half-assed moment is nowhere near enough to break down all the things these two need to talk about. And besides, such a short apology could have worked, but only if the apology was brought up in a good way like it did with Doof and Perry. But again, it didn’t. It was brought up with Cavendish never thinking about Dakota and Dakota only getting more and more sad as time went by. So it doesn’t work.

And even the hug at the end doesn’t work. Yeah it’s cute but these two have hugged several times in the past and these other hugs are much cuter and more significant. I mean, toddler Dakota hugging Cavendish, showing that part of him still remember the guy ? Adorable. Two Dakotas on the island hugging Cavendish for the first time in possibly years while all the other Dakotas are trying to talk at the same time in the hopes of getting to be heard by Cavendish, with also one singing and one having a tattoo of Cav’s hat ? The cutest and most heartbreaking thing in the show. Dakota stuffing the memory eraser thing and Cavendish hugging him in joy to congratulate him ? An extremely underrated moment. So yeah, in my opinion, these hugs give more emotions than the one in “Milo in Space”, because the heart is much more there.

So to conclude on this, Dakota and Cavendish’s reconciliation is pretty bad because it sets up for a big resolution but only takes a few seconds to happen. And, related to the wish to have the show talk about Dakota’s issues, if we get a season 3, I wish they’d at least mention that these two need to talk about the whole thing.

4. Things I wished they had added in this arc

Finally, I’d like to mention a few things that, in my opinion, could have been great to see in the arc. This part is entirely personal opinions (though most of this post is tbh).

First off, obviously, you have the stuff I mentioned before, aka addressing Dakota being dependent, a longer reconciliation or, as Cavendish says, the promise of a talk later, and the kids not being idiots who didn’t ask a single question at the end of “Cavendish Unleashed” and never told Dakota. And regarding the kids, I actually don’t mind them not telling Dakota, but at least give an explanation as to why they didn’t instead of being like “oh yeah we forgot to tell you this” ! Like, maybe Cav asked them to remain silent or something.

Secondly, I wish Cavendish had learned a few things from the experience. As I said, in the last episode, the way he talks make it seem like he didn’t learn shit. And it’s annoying. Why didn’t he learn that running for fame like that was a terrible idea ? Or that it was better to work with others than alone ? Or that, instead of running after a fortune that he may never have, he could remember that there are people already in his life who like him for who he is instead of what his heroic actions are, who care for him and would give anything to be with him ? Also, we definitely needed moments in which he struggled to live outside and alone, and moments in which he was doubting and missing what he left.

And, about characters learning stuff, it would also be interesting to have Dakota realize and accept that Cavendish managed to survive alone in the forest for like a month. In other words, Dakota could use what happened as a “base” to try convincing himself to back off, like if he gets too worried, he could try remembering that Cavendish survived this to calm himself down.

Thirdly, I wished the interactions with Dakota and Doof were more than just eating and talking about Cavendish there and there. I mean, Doof is Professor Time, someone Dakota idolizes, even if not as much as Cavendish does. So why didn’t they talk about this at some point ? And tbh, I also would’ve liked maybe a dialogue or two between Doof and Cavendish regarding Professor Time (though this doesn’t have to do with the rogue arc). Also, I said it earlier, but why didn’t Doof helped with an inator before the clone one ? Couldn’t they give an explanation for that ? And even something such as “when I make any inators OWCA sends Perry and I don’t want to see him” could have been enough of an explanation.

One last thing that I would have wished to see with Doof is him trying to call Dakota out for being such a mess because one guy he cares for wants some space. I actually wanted to write a oneshot about Doof seeing Dakota feeling moody while at his “apartment” and Doof using his own experience as a husband to tell Dakota to get his shit together and give the man his space or else his relationship would fall very quickly.

And yes I know Cavendish and Dakota aren’t married in the show and Doof doesn’t have much friends. But Doof is a guy that values good communication, as we see with how he rambles all the time, how he listens to Vanessa’s advices and is there when she needs an ear (in “Minor Monogram” she very quickly opens up to him at the beginning of the episode; and in general, she isn’t afraid to speak her mind to him and he listens) and, as far as we know, he and Charlene never had their divorce because of communication issues. Also he’s learning to speak platypus, most likely so that Perry can communicate with him better.

So yeah, if anybody could give Dakota a pep talk about why Cavendish might need space and how the two need to talk things out, it’s Doof. Hell, Doof is the one who’s mad at Perry and needs time and space away from him, so he understands what needing space is.

And about this oneshot, for those interested : I changed the idea and it’s going to be a talk between Dakota and Cavendish instead.

So here’s the end of these two parts about the rogue arc ! These posts were way much longer than I anticipated but hey, a rambling is a rambling. And yeah, these posts are just me needing to infodump on random stuff nobody cares about. But given how nobody I know irl cares about children cartoons or have a good enough level in English to understand my stuff, I need to infodump somehow. So you’re the ones who have to bear with me ! 😉

Thanks for reading !

#Milo Murphy's Law #mml #mml spoilers #season 2 spoilers #rogue arc #Balthazar Cavendish #Vinnie Dakota #Flor talks #again #wish I could make a video #oh well #long post #VERY LONG POST

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makeusfreefromthisfandom · 4 years

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Anon asked: Can I request something angsty but with a fluffy ending for natsuya? Preferably a one shot but headcannons would be fine too! Don’t push yourself ❤️❤️

Ok anon I see, trying to break my heart by making me write angst for my baby 🥺 Im just playing haha thank you for your concern, but don’t worry about it! <33

Harsh | Natsuya Kirishima x Reader

A/n: a bit of an abrupt ending, but I felt like it would just be dragged on if I continued~

Warnings: nothing really just some minor cussing when reader goes 😠

Genre: angst to fluff

Word Count: 1k+

{2:36am} A small sad smile ghosted upon your features as your eyes adjust in the dark, focusing on the tiny words on the lit screen held in front of your face. Natsuya.

When it felt like the whole world had forgotten you, pegged you down into the dirt, there was one who cared. Natsuya.

The guy had his own dreams and goals though. Traveling all over the world, doing what he did best, swimming and drinking. And just when you thought that he too, had forgotten about you, he hits you up at the most odd hours of the night.

“Hey...(y/n)? You there?”

Silence.

“(Y/n)?”

Should you answer?

“Aw come on, the silent treatment?”

Idiot.

For as long as you could remember, your best friend had always meant more to you than just your best friend. Of course, being Natsuya, he was oblivious. And when one morning he came to your door, telling you he was going to go take on the world, once again, you put your feelings away, and smiled at him.

“You know, you should stop making such scary faces...Everyone who lays eyes on you will just end up running away.”

“Huh?! You really think that way about me?!” You pushed yourself off the rail offended, looking Natsuya directly in the eyes.

He let out a laugh that made your heart stir. You narrowed your eyes further, but the man just kept laughing, eventually straightening himself and taking a step towards you. Gently, he caressed your fingers, before placing his palm in yours, lifting it up to your chests.

“Don’t stop smiling (y/n), nobody in the world has a better smile than yours.” You let your lips draw back slightly, bringing your other hand up to rest on his holding one.

“You’re the one who put that smile on my face...”

Then he leaned in, amber eyes holding your gaze, his lips just barely hovering over your own. And just when you thought you could meet him the rest of the way, he took the back of his hand to bring your head down, to place a chaste kiss on the tip of your forehead. Your eyes bore into your feet, frustration, but mostly confusion. When you looked up, he had left.

So now when you held the phone loosely to your ear, all you could do was think of the moment back then, 2 years ago. But it had been longer than 2 years that you had burdened yourself with these feelings, suppressed deep below. His voice on the other end had triggered something inside you. All of a sudden you felt a rush of emotions surging through you.

“Hey (y/n)...come on”

And that was it. You broke. Tears raged as you brought the device closer to your open mouth, ready to spew everything you had kept locked away from the moment Natsuya had lend you his hand, asking for your friendship.

Idiot.

“Idiot...” you mumbled, your face further darkening in the already pitch black room.

“Huh?(y/n)?”

“I said Idiot!” Your hand clenched tightly around the phone. “Do you have any idea how long I used to wait, checking my phone every goddamn second to see if you had called. Every fucking night Natsuya, I stayed up for who knows how long, considering the possibility of a time difference, but never saw the damn phone screen light up to the name I wanted to see. And now, when I finally get a chance to sleep, here you are, after two years, asking why I’m giving you the silent treatment?”

You heard his breath hitch.

“Well what do you want me to say Natsuya...hello?...yea hello to you too.” You waited for a response, digging your nails into the sheets when all you received was silence.

“Why do you do this Natsuya...” your voice cracked. “Why do you call me your bestfriend, but can’t even spare me a simple text.” Again, your response was silence. “You’re such an idiot Natsuya you know that? But somehow I still have fucking feelings for you.” You felt like shouting it, screaming it, but the last few words came out barely above a whisper. You held back your breath, eyes stinging from holding back tears. After a while of, again, being met with silence, you were about to hang up and angrily throw your phone across, when a soft voice stopped you.

“(Y/n)...open the door, I wouldn’t want to worry your neighbors at this time.” You froze, eyes wide in shock. Open the door?

You peeled back the sheets, getting up and slowly trudging towards the front door, not caring about your bed head or that you were still in your night gown. You paused for a minute, hand on the door handle, eyes downcast, not wanting to be tempted to look through the peek hole. Cautiously, you opened the door and met the man with unruly hair with a blank face. Natsuya who would always greet you with a wide smile, now looked at you solemnly.

“Well what do you want me to say (y/n)?” You merely lowered your gaze, hand still tight around the door handle.

“Do you want me to lie and say I like you too?” You flinched.

He took a step towards you, his chest just centimeters away from your face. You were about to step back, when a pair of arm wrapped themselves around you and pulled you close. Your eyes burned. What is he trying to do now?

“I love you (y/n)” He stated simply, hold tightening around you, so that your face was now pressed flush against his chest.

“I’m not going to make any excuses, because you’re right, I am an idiot and back then I should have just kiss- “

“Just shut up and hug me Natsuya” It was like all your previous turmoil had vanished away the moment you became encased in his arms. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t stay angry at your bestfriend. Especially now, in your state of bewilderment, the words he just uttered on loop in your head. You pulled back and looked him in the eyes, tears trailing down your cheeks. He leaned in, and it was like you were put back in the same situation two years ago. However this time, it was you who stepped back, just a little, to raise your hand and have it snap across his face. Taken aback, Natsuya stumbled, looking at you startled, hand cradling his stinging cheek.

“That was nothing...I wanted to punch you instead.” You huffed, arms crossed and eyes refusing to meet his. Natsuya pouted as walked back up to you, still slightly in shock.

“The first thing you should have said is I’m sorry.” Arms still crossed, you turned your back towards him. Natsuya chuckled and pulled you in again.

“Right...sorry, I deserved that...but can we go in already?” Natsuya glanced around nervously, hoping that the commotion hadn’t woken up the neighbors. You glared at him, stepping aside to grant him entry. Right when you locked the door and turned around, you were met with eyes full of regret, a hand brought up to soothe redness still tender on his cheek. Although you knew his apologetic expression was over exaggerated, with the puppy eyes and all, you couldn’t help but fall soft. In the end you too, “Love you.”

Natsuya’s eyebrows raised as if he had heard you wrong, and looked at you agape. You shook your head and smiled, “I love you, you big doof.” Natsuya flashed you a charming smile of his own before slyly slipping his hand in yours.

“Nice to know your smile is still as beautiful as ever.” He breathed, leaning down once more, pausing in case you actually do decide to land a punch on him. However this time, you reached out and kissed full force, letting your fingers entangle in his disheveled locks. His hand traveling down your hair and ear, before making its way around your waist to pull you in closer, savoring your long missed scent and touch.

Eventually pulling away, you lightly punched his chest, averting your gaze.

“I still haven’t forgiven you...it’s gonna take a lot more than three words and kissing me to make up for it.”

“Harsh.” Natsuya chuckled, resting his chin on your head, stroking your hair. ~

#Natsuya Kirishima #natsuya kirishima x reader #natsuya x reader #free!#free! natsuya #free! imagines #free! one shots #free! x reader #free! scenarios #free! dive to the future #free! iwatobi swim club #angst #fluff

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sestra-inestro · 5 years

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The Carry On - (1/5)

Pairings: mob!bucky x fem!reader

A/N: This is the series that is inspired by the oneshot I wrote like two weeks ago. This took me forever and is gonna be the long, crappy, filler part of the series but the rest with be much better and I wrote part two first because I’m a doof. I’ve also been in a film noir, gangster/Tarantino mood so als inspired by them. Alrighty enjoy!

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Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, no actual smut because I’m a TEASE, mentions of torture and violence.

The Carry On - mini series part one.

You sighed as you picked at the sleeve of your shirt. Waiting for Bucky was taking forever and he was already late. You were supposed to be picking out the invitations to your wedding today, before you met him for dinner. You had done most of the planning yourself considering his demanding work arrangements, which wasn’t his fault entirely. But being one of the city’s biggest Mob Bosses, half of the blame lands on him because he causes half the trouble. This was supposed to be one of the few things you’d choose together.

Looking at your phone again, you sigh before getting up.

“Leaving?” The woman at the counter asks. She’s been watching you wait for your fiancé for the last 40 minutes.

“Yep.” You approach the counter and look down at the many examples she had laid out before. Your eyes scanned over them before pointing to a grey background with white patterns in the corners. “That one.”

She nodded her head before collecting the rest of the examples. “We will have ready as soon as we can, Ms June.”

You huffed before turning to the door. “Take your time.” You called back before leaving the store.

Sam, who was assigned to be by your side whenever you went out, noticed you leave and pushed off the wall he was leaning on and ran after you.

“June!” He called out, catching up to you. “You’re leaving already?”

“Yep.” You said without care.

“But Bucky said he’d leave soon.” Sam raised his eyebrow, looking at his phone.

“Then you can tell him I’m going home now and I’ll meet him at dinner.” You informed him. “Or I can tell him myself. I’m done waiting.”

“No I’ll tell him.” Sam assures you before typing away at his phone.

You continued to walk down the small street of stores to the car as Sam received a message back from Bucky.

“He’s not happy.” Sam told you.

“I’ll deal with him.” You said before you reached the car.

Sam moves in front of you to open the door for you.

“Whatever you say, boss.” Sam smirked at you as you stepped into the car. As Sam shut the door and walked around to the drivers seat, your phone pinged with a message from Bucky.

B: Sorry baby doll

You rolled your eyes, sighed and shoved your phone in your bag. This has happened many times already, someone had him caught up at the office or the warehouse. You didn’t mind him working, you just wished he’d stop making promises he couldn’t keep.

Bucky stared at the message he sent, hoping you’d reply. He knows he messed up by missing another part of the wedding planning. Really he didn’t care if he had a say in the wedding planning at all. He wanted to see what you created, see you happy with things you liked surrounding you, in the prettiest dress you picked. He didn’t care if you even had a wedding at all, all he wanted was you to be his wife.

He proposed fairly early into your relationship, because he immediately knew that you were the one. You turned a blind eye to his malicious work ways and his alliances, the amount of men that come and go through the house. You’d said you always loved some company, even with just the house staff. You felt safer knowing you weren’t alone.

He also loved the way you shuddered underneath him and the way you circled your hips on top of him when he brought you release again and again.

A pained groan brought Bucky out of his mind.

“C’mon, Zemo.” Bucky sighed in frustration and shoved his phone in his pant pocket and turned to the man tied up in the chair. “Haven’t we gone at this long enough? I have a date with my future wife.”

Zemo huffed, his head that hung low bounced as he coughed out the blood that had pooled in his mouth from the punches Steve had landed in his face. Steve stood behind him wiping the blood from his knuckles.

“The days are long.” Zemo croaked out. “How many punches you got in you?”

Steve threw down the paper towel and gripped Zemo’s hair, yanking his head back by his scalp. “How many do you think you can take?” He growled in Zemo’s face.

“As many as you can give.” Zemo spat, some blood landing in Steve’s face.

Steve flinched and closed his eyes. Bucky watched as Steve slowly stood and wiped a hand down his face. Steve moves to punch Zemo in the face again but Bucky grabbed his arms.

“Woah, there buddy.” He pulled the handkerchief out of his breast pocket and handed it to Steve. “Take a break.”

Steve scoffed, snatching the handkerchief from Bucky and walking away.

“Now you’ve pissed my friend off.” Bucky leaned down to look Zemo in the eye. “Which is why I’m giving you one more chance.” Bucky raised a finger. “Now I’m not gonna pluck out any of you teeth or anything because we’ve been here way too long now. You just need to tell me the names of the people who robbed my cartel tell last week, or you stay here to sleep in the cold winters night of this nice, lovely, metal scaffolding warehouse of mine, where you’ll probably freeze to death.”

Zemo glared at Bucky’s face. His mouth clamped shut.

To his silence, Bucky clicked his tongue and shook his head. Turning on the balls of his feet, he gestured to Steve that they were done.

“Sleep tight, Zemo.” Bucky said carefree as he waltz towards the door. “Oh. And feel free to scream for help. Nobody can hear you.” Bucky winked at the tied man before stepped out and sliding the massive door shut.

Steve stood next to him and locked the warehouse door.

“That bastard.” Steve muttered.

“You know, maybe you should stick to be the good guy, bad guy Steve kinda scares me.” Bucky said to his best friend as they walked towards their cars.

“Yep, you go back to being bad guy.” Steve loosens his tie and wipes a hand over his face. “They all just spit on me.”

As they approached the cars, some of their men stepped out with guns and full uniform.

“I knew you were never gonna let him sit here by himself.” Steve chuckled as he watch Bucky’s men take point around the left side of the warehouse.

“Fuck no.” Bucky huffed, crossing his arms and he watched Steves men take point of the right side of the warehouse. “I’ll also knew you would never, either.”

Steve nodded, and smirked. He also crossed his arms and watched. “I also have men in the grass around this area.”

“Nice.” Bucky tapped him on the shoulder.

They had been best friends since childhood and nothing stopped them from becoming the kings of the city’s together. Their own businesses, own men and a shared alliance with Tony Stark, Thor Odinson and his half brother Loki who he shares a business with and T’Challa. They keep the peace with each other and work together with the others to try to keep business between them private. But recently, all five businesses men have had their cartel movements infiltrated and had finally caught one of the men involved with it. They also have suspect that an old partner of Tony’s, Brock Rumlow is involved too but they haven’t been able to catch him.

Bucky sighed before checking his watch. “Shit.” He hisses. “I have to get ready to pick up my lady.” Bucky stated as he walked around the car.

Steve rolled his eyes at the mention of you.

“Oh yeah, can’t forget about her.” He said dryly.

“Oh stop. I didn’t pick on you when you married Peggy.” Bucky eyed his friend.

“Yeah, because we had known Peggy for years.” Steve defended his wife.

“And you love her, right?” Bucky asked opening his car door.

Steve have him a ‘duh’ look.

“Well I’m in love with June, Stevie. I can’t help it.” Bucky said, sitting in the driver seat and turning on the engine, rolling down the windows to see Steve bending down to look at him with his brow raised.

“You barely know her.” Steve said with a dull tone.

“I’ve actually gotten to know her very. Inside and out.” Bucky winked at Steve.

Steve groaned in disgust. “Get out of here you maniac.”

“Bon voyage, my friend.” Bucky waved before driving off.

You had just finished putting on your dress, with the help of Rita, Bucky’s longtime General housemaid. After you shimmied into a body suit to tighten your body under your dress, she helped you climb into a classy form fitting black dress and fix up your make-up.

When you finished getting all your stuff together, Rita informed you that Bucky was here.

You trudged your way out of the bedroom and stopped at the top of the stairs, seeing Bucky looking up at you from the living room with wild flowers in his hand. You, still vaguely annoyed at him, gave him a look with a hand on your hip.

Bucky smiled sheepishly. “You’re beautiful.”

“Uh huh.” You responded.

“I’m a lucky man.” He tried again.

“I’m sure.”

Bucky sighed at your short answers to him.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Bucky looked up at you with puppy eyes. “I really wanted to be there but I got caught up. We got closer to the people who have been stealing our shit and this guy just would not give up and...” He trailed off as you have him an unimpressed look.

“Babe, it was just the invitations.” He tried to reason. “I can help you pick out the cake?”

“I did that last week.” You said, finally giving it to him. “And it’s not about the invitations Buck, it’s the fact that you promised me that you would be there. That maybe this was something that we could do together besides actually getting married. Or will I have to do that by myself too?”

“Of course not, baby doll.” Bucky’s eyes were now sad. He didn’t realise how much you wanted his input on this wedding.

As you saw his eyes, you felt a little pang if guilt in your chest. He does work hard to keep you safe in the house and he does pay for everything. He doesn’t treat you bad or insult you. And when he is home, you’re like his goddess.

You huffed before stomping down the steps towards him. He watched as the annoyed scowl on your face twisted into one of confliction. You walked up to him and looked him in his gorgeous baby blue eyes.

He offered you the wild flowers, giving you the biggest set of puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

“I don’t want to be a brat.” You said, taking the flowers.

“You’re not babe. You’re right.” He rubbed your arms. “I keep making promises I can’t keep. I knew I wasn’t going to make it.”

“Sam said you were gonna be pissed when I left.” You looked at your feet.

“Yeah at myself.” He put a finger under your chin and gently lifted your face to look at him. “I’m sorry baby.”

He pouted before leaning in slowly and capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

“I’m still annoyed.” You said after pulling away. “No matter how guilty I feel, I can still be annoyed at you.” You pointed at him with the flowers before moving to the kitchen to put the flowers in water.

Bucky smirked as he watched you. “That’s why I brought you something else.”

You pushed open the kitchen door to see a little, grey Staffordshire Bull Terrier puppy sitting patiently on the floor, it’s tail wagging at the sight of a human.

You froze and gasped. The little puppy dropped its head and shuffled its way towards your feet.

Carefully you bent down and the puppy crawled into your hands and you lifted it to your chest. You turned back to Bucky who had a hopeful smile on his face.

“Oh my gosh.” You said with wife eyes and the puppy nuzzled under your chin.

“Do you like him?” Bucky asked with his hands behind his back.

“I love him.” You kissed the puppy on the head, earning little licks in return.

“I thought he would ease your your hostility against me for a little while.” Bucky joked and you frowned at him.

“You can’t buy me a puppy every time you annoy me.” You said and scratched the puppy behind the ear.

“Of course not.” Bucky chuckled. “We’d have a full house.”

You smooched the puppy as Bucky stepped forward.

“Am I forgiven?” He gives you the puppy eyes again.

“Hmm.” You pretend to think. “Sure.” You give him a smile.

Bucky’s face brightens and he leans forward to capture your lips again.

After finally trusting Rita to look after the puppy and separating you from him, Bucky drove you to a quiet area of town and led you to an empty restaurant.

You frowned as you got out of the car. “This is dinner?”

“Yep.” Bucky smiled brightly.

The restaurant looked extremely fancy, and even with your dress and heels, you felt under-dressed.

“There’s no one in there.” You said, taking his arm as he offered it to you.

“I know. I booked the entire night to ourselves.” Bucky grasped your hand and kissed your fingers. “We have nothing but time.”

Bucky opened the door for you to reveal a dimly lit dining room, a massive fish tank lining the wall filled with different types of gold fish, and only one table with two chairs. Faux plants lined the walls and the windows to the restaurant, giving it a homey feel and the air was warm. But you still felt the tiniest bit intimidated.

As soon as you say down, waiters placed a covered dish in front of you, shocking you.

Bucky smirked at your face, confused by the silver cover of the plate.

“I ordered your favourite.” Bucky winked.

You scoffed. “I doubt this place does cheese burgers with extra cheese.” You laughed and placed a napkin on your lap.

Bucky winked again before taking off the cover and making you laugh. Seated on your plate was a neatly made In N Out burger and fries.

“I thought you’d appreciate this more than what this place normally makes.” Bucky’s eyes watched you as you smiled down at your food. “And I hope the Double Double counts as extra cheese.”

You looked at him ridiculously. “Um, no.” You held up a finger, ready to educate him. “It has two slices of cheese with two patties. It’s evened, not extra.”

“Alright, alright.” Bucky laughed and held his hands in surrender. “Enjoy your food.”

You pushed back the sleeves of your dress and your hair out of your face while muttering. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Bucky admired the way you visibly relaxed. He was going to take you to the formal dinner that Tony was hosting to discuss the recent events in business. But considering so much he has missed with you, he decided to take you somewhere where just you and him could enjoy yourselves.

You ate your food and enjoyed discussing some of the recent decisions you’d made about the wedding. He approved of every single decision.

“So,” You started after finishing off the burger and picking up a fry. “What’s new in the business?”

Bucky smiled at your interest.

“Well, we caught a guy that had been invading our private sales.” Bucky spoke in code, incase of any rats hanging around.

“You give them a good talking to?” You asked.

“Real good talking to.” Bucky wipes his mouth talking to you more. “We got some new information from Natasha. She just came back from her honeymoon.”

Natasha Romanoff was Tony’s own little mole that had been placed undercover as Natalie Rushman inside the gang of Hydra about a year before you met Bucky. She was feeding them as much information as she could while also playing the newest, youngest and most loveable wife of Alexander Pierce.

“Oh how nice.” You smiled. You’d met Natasha before and she was gorgeous.

“It might be another year before she can come back and work for us.”

“That’s good.” You say before munching on your last fry.

“God, I love you.” He mumbled under his breath. There was no way you could be real.

“What’s that baby?” You raised a brow as you heard him mumble.

“I said I can’t wait to marry you.” He told you, watching your eyes fill with love before you launched at him, attaching to his lips in a passionate attack.

3 months later, the wedding reception.

The reception was in full swing. You had a slightly non-traditional wedding. No one heard your vows except you and Bucky, then you joined your friends for the reception. You had finally met T’Challa and his right hand woman Okoye. As well as Steve’s wife Peggy and Tony’s wife Pepper. A bunch of your family had turned up and some friends. Once you and Bucky had your first dance, you changed into something much more moveable so you could enjoy the wedding comfortably.

You were browsing through the snack table when a voice boomed behind you.

“Mrs Barnes.” The deep voice said.

You turned to see a handsomely long blonde man with blue eyes, smiling bright at you with his hand out to you.

You reached and accepted it.

“Thor Odinson.” He introduces himself.

Your face lit up in realisation. “Oh, Mr Odinson. Nice to finally meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, M’lady.” He said charmingly. “I hear you use to be a Vet Nurse.”

You nodded. “Yes, in fact that how I met Bucky.”

“Oh really?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah, him and Tony came stumbling into the clinic I was working at chasing someone.” You explained, remembering that moment you first laid eyes on Bucky.

“Wow. I do love animals myself, though I never could have become a vet myself.” He smiled to himself. “I get too attached.”

“I love them too. I always wanted to work with animals. Just didn’t think it would end so soon.” In truth, you missed being surrounded by animals and meeting new ones.

“June.” Bucky’s voice interrupted. “Mind if I steal my wife back, Odinson?” He stepped to you and wrapped an arm around your waste.

Thor smiles at his ally before raising his hands in a playfull surrender. “She’s all yours.” Thor winked at you. “Nice to meet you, June.”

“You too.” You wave him off.

Bucky looks down at you, gosh he looked so good in his suit.

“What?” You giggled at him.

“You’re just so beautiful.” He rubbed his nose against yours.

You reach up gently and wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him down softly to meet you lips. You couldn’t get enough of kissing him today. He was finally your husband and you couldn’t wait to love him with all of your body.

You deepened the kiss by turning your head, your tongue massaging itself against his and you other arm gripping onto his shoulder. He pulls your body against him, pressing your chest against his and feeling the strength of his heart beat. His hands gripped you in such a delicious way that you wanted to melt in his embrace.

You pulled away for air and Bucky leant his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

“Are you ready?” He asked, breath fanning against your face.

You look around to see that some guests had gone and it was now a relaxed mood, not that you cared. You just wanted to be with him.

“Yes.” Your voice came out on almost a beg.

“Alright.” Bucky pressed another soft kiss to your lips before pulling you with him to the small stage where a lone microphone stood.

“Hello, everyone.” Bucky pulled the attention of the rest of the people in the room. “Thank you all for coming to celebrate this beautiful woman and me. But now it is time we part.” Bucky smirked to the crowd. “We have to start our honeymoon.” You and Bucky then ran out of the venue, giggling like children and into the car on the way to the hotel you’d spend the night at. Making out and touch in the car, you couldn’t wait to get your hands on each other. As soon as the car stopped, you and Buck leapt out and into the building. Bucky fumbled with the room key while you kissed his neck, purring in his ear and gripping him any where you could get a hand full.

As he finally got it open, he pulled you inside and slammed you against the door as it shut. He attacked your neck and moved his hands to take off your outfit. His hands were rushed and he couldn’t wait to feel your skin. Getting frustrated with the fabric, he ripping it at the sides causing you to gasp.

“You only needed it for one night anyway.” He mumbled as he immediately latched onto your nipple, one hand gripping the skin on your hip and the other kneading your other breast.

Your head rested against the door with your eyes closed, enjoying his lips on you. Warmth grew in your core, wetness slicking up your folds as Bucky made his way down your body. He massaged your skin as his kisses trail down to your navel.

“I want to feel every inch of you.” He mumbled against your skin.

His lips were hot against your skin as he sucked a purple bruise on you hipbone. The fabric that had been ripped from your body and bunch up at your knees was now being pushed down you legs and you stepped out of it.

Bucky stood back up and tucked his hands under your thighs, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

He handled you gently, making sure your legs shook at the touch of his tongue to your core and his tip to your sweat spot. He made sweet love to you and you were so glad he could fuck you like that for the rest of your life.

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Doggy Days

What: Mav and Caleb try out puppy play together.

Where: Caleb’s dorm.

When: Saturday 30th November

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It had become something of a semi-regular thing for Caleb and Maverick. They’d meet in Caleb’s suite, sometimes after swimming together, and just spend the evening together indulging their submissive sides. “I borrowed a couple of play collars from the supply room,” Caleb said as they both undressed. “I thought we could wear them… You know, just because it feels nice.”

Maverick smiled as he stripped down with no shame at all. Caleb had seen him naked a hundred times by now, and he was at the point where it felt more natural to be naked around Caleb when they were alone than clothed. “Aw, that’s so sweet,” he said. “I really love those play collars, but I can’t wait to have a real one.”

Caleb took his clothes to his laundry basket and came back with two matching black leather collars. “I know, me too. One that means something. But I just like the way it feels around my neck, and I thought it would be nice, you know, to make us feel more subby…” He held one out to Maverick. “Do you want to put it on or do you want me to help?”

Mav did the same, not wanting to create a mess in Caleb’s suite. “I’m good for anything that makes us feel more subby,” he smiled at Caleb. He took the collar, and shook his head slightly at the other man’s question. “Uh…” he murmured, looking down at his feet for a moment, “so, I was kinda wondering, how would you feel if we tried out puppy play tonight?” he asked, clearly a little nervous.

Caleb was looking down at his collar, undoing the buckle so he could put it on, but Maverick’s uncertain tone pulled his gaze up more than his question itself. He moved closer instinctively, in response to Mav’s nervous demeanor. “You wanna do that?” He smiled a little and put a hand on Maverick’s waist, then leaned up to kiss the taller sub on the lips. “Yeah, we can try. I’ve never had a puppy before. But I’m okay with you being a puppy while we hang out tonight. ...As long as you don’t need me to really be a Dom? If I can just be Caleb and you can be a puppy… then yeah, I’m good.”

Mav instantly looked up once Caleb moved closer, and smiled as he felt Caleb’s hand on his waist and his lips against his. “I do, I think it’d be real, real fun,” he admitted. “I’ve got a tail plug in my bag, in case you said yeah,” Mav grinned a little. “I wouldn’t ever, ever make you be a Dom again,” Mav promised, his hand coming up to stroke Caleb’s cheek. “You’re a sub, just like me. The only Dom bones we have in our bodies are Dom cocks,” he teased wickedly.

Caleb laughed aloud at that. “Oh dear lord. Okay, yeah, you doof, go get your tail plug before you make another dick joke.” He shoved Mav playfully, still laughing. He put his own collar on while Maverick got his tail, and played with the leather a bit, tugging gently, just enjoying the way it felt around his neck. “Do you want me to put the tail in for you, babe?”

Mav giggled as Caleb laughed, and stuck his tongue out at the other submissive. He moved away to find his bag, and hurriedly retrieved the tail plug from it. He came back, and held it out to Caleb, nodding. “Yes please,” he smiled, before leaning in and kissing right above Caleb’s collar, before slipping his own one on. Mav got down on all fours quickly, spreading his legs apart. He had absolutely no shame about showing off every part of his body to Caleb.

Caleb took the tail, and then sighed when Maverick kissed his neck, closing his eyes in pleasure. Maverick was the sweetest, and it felt so right to have this collar on right now. He couldn’t wait until they both could wear Eric’s collars all the time, and they could kiss each other’s collars and the skin right above it, just like Maverick had just done, and everything would feel safe and good. He sighed happily again, and then went to get the lube. It was, at this point, shockingly normal for Maverick to stick his ass out obscenely like that, showing off his hole and his cock and balls dangling in full view. Caleb just knelt behind him and ran a hand affectionately up and down his thigh. “When you’re a puppy.. Do I still call you Mav? Or just pup?” He squirted some lube on the tail and spread it around. It was smaller than a lot of the plugs Maverick could take, so Caleb wasn’t concerned about stretching him before starting to ease the plug into him.

Mav hummed happily as he felt Caleb’s hand on his thigh. It was so normal and routine now, for them to touch each other and prep each other. It was so intimate yet so simple, and Mav treasured that level of intimacy with someone. “Uh...I think Pup, please? I think that’d help with the headspace thing,” Mav admitted. He gasped softly as the plug was pushed into him. It was definitely smaller than most plugs he took, but this was more about the aesthetic than anything else. “You promise you’ll stop, if this gets too weird for you?” Mav asked as he looked over his shoulder at Caleb. “Or call Master?”

It was hardly even sexual, at this point, to plug Maverick. It was just normal for them. It was more intimate than sexual. He didn’t tease him this time, or touch his cock at all. It wasn’t about that. He did, however, rub his thigh affectionately and pat his bottom and lean over to kiss the small of Maverick’s back. “Yeah, I promise. I’ll stop if I don’t like it. Or if you seem like you’re pretty deep in your headspace I’ll ask Eric to come over and help. It’ll be fine.” He sent Maverick a smile and patted his bottom again before turning to grab his own plug and lube it up. His was a regular one, medium sized and conical, something he could wear for quite a long time before being uncomfortable. He leaned back against the couch to start easing it into himself. “...Should I not stay on the floor today, then?” They often made furniture off limits when they had subby days. “If you’re a puppy, and I’m not, you should be on the floor and I should sit on the couch, right?”

Maverick really loved the ways Caleb touched him. Rubbing his thigh, patting his ass, kissing his back. It was moments like that, rather than plugging him, that helped Maverick feel the love Caleb had for him, and he really loved that. “Okay, cool,” he smiled up at Caleb. He turned around, and watched Caleb plug himself up, and then frowned a little. “No way! Furniture is off limits on subby days unless we’ve earned a treat,” he smiled. “Puppies gotta interact with subs too, right? If Master ever had me be a pup after our claim, you’d be there,” Maverick pointed out. “Me being a puppy doesn’t change anything about how you’re a subby sub.”

Caleb laughed softly at Maverick’s reaction. “You’re right, you’re right, I haven’t earned the couch. I just wanted to make sure, in case it would make it harder for you to figure out being a pup. But no, you’re right, you being a pup doesn’t make me not a sub. ...But we need different rules, probably? Like, for one thing, you can’t do chores as a pup. So our normal subby night rules don’t apply. So… for me, I think the rules should be no furniture, no clothes, no touching my cock without asking Eric, no fun stuff until chores and homework are done. But maybe chores should just be cleaning the kitchen and folding laundry? Since puppies can’t do chores, so it’s just me.”

Mav smiled at Caleb’s laughter, and listened to what he had to say. He was nodding as Caleb spoke, “that sounds good. I think you can’t be expected to do all the chores in one night, by yourself,” Mav agreed. “I don’t know if it’s gotta be a rule for me, but I don’t wanna be alone when I’m a puppy. I wanna follow you everywhere you go, and if you wanna go outside, I wanna follow you,” he added in a softer voice. “But I know you’re gonna be expected to be dommy with me if we do that, and I don’t want that for you.”

Caleb nodded quickly, because that made sense. “Yeah, it should be a rule. Puppy comes with me wherever I go. You gotta keep me company while I do my chores and stuff. And.. You can play, or whatever feels natural while we do that.” He tipped his head back and forth while he thought about being dommy. “We don’t usually leave the room while we have subby nights, so maybe we just don’t need to worry about going outside. For tonight at least. If puppy play becomes a regular thing, maybe, but not yet. ...Except..” He furrowed his brow and looked at Maverick. “Are you going to need to go out? Like… for going pee, like a dog would. Or is it okay if maybe I take you to the bathroom for that, still? At least for today.”

Mav was glad that Caleb agreed. He knew already it was going to feel natural to want to follow Caleb around while he was a puppy. “Can’t promise that having a giant puppy following you around is gonna make your chores easy,” Mav grinned. He listened quietly as Caleb spoke about going outside, and what they would mean. He tilted his head curiously to the side, and looked up at Caleb. “Would you be okay with stuff like that? Pee stuff?” Mav asked. “Even without the puppy thing?”

Caleb laughed and rolled his eyes at Mav. “God, you’re huge for a puppy. You’re bigger than a great dane. You’re not a puppy, you’re a small horse. Maybe a baby moose.” He shrugged at the question about pee stuff. “I don’t have a ton of experience with watersports, but I know you’re not talking about it in a sexual sense, anyway. But yeah. If I can handle sticking my fingers in your ass, I think I can handle watching you pee. Or helping you pee. Or… I dunno, what exactly is it you want me to do? And can you still pee in the toilet as a pup?”

Mav poked Caleb with his foot playfully, and stuck out his tongue. “I’m a cute little pup!” he declared teasingly. “Hey, my ass is a delight to have your fingers in,” Mav pouted, before smiling up at Caleb. “Uh, I think so? I’m probably big enough that I can manage that on all fours, like a dog,” he shrugged his shoulders. “And small enough where it counts.”

“You’re very cute,” Caleb agreed with a grin. “And you know I love your ass, baby. I just meant, you know, I’m clearly not afraid of your bodily functions here. We’re there. We’ve reached that point.” He thought about the image of Mav trying to pee on the toilet on all fours, and tried not to laugh. “You know what, if worst comes to worst, you can pee in the bathtub and I’ll wash it down the drain. It’s not like it doesn’t all go to the same place.” He shrugged. “Do we need to make other rules for you? Do you even want rules, or should we try to let you see what feels natural?”

Mav happily wiggled his ass, and therefore his tail, as Caleb told him he loved his ass. “Good, I like that place. This is a happy place, where you finger my ass and compare it to pee,” he teased. “Oh, let’s do that. If you don’t feel like taking me outside, whenever, not just today, then I use the tub,” Mav smiled happily. “Um, maybe no rules for now? I kinda want to see how I feel naturally in the moment, first,” he admitted. “Is that okay? I might be an annoying little shit.”

Caleb rolled his eyes and reached over to shove Mav playfully. “You are an annoying little shit a lot of times, I’m used to it,” he teased. He did not actually think Mav was annoying ever, he just liked to tease him, and joking with and annoying each other was part of their dynamic. It was just in fun. “Okay, well, do you need anything else to feel like a pup? Or should you come over here so I can give you scratches?”

Mav had the happiest grin on his face as Caleb shoved him. He really loved the teasing dynamic he had with Caleb, and couldn’t imagine a world where he didn’t get along with Caleb like this, didn’t love him so much. “I thought you loved me,” he said, as he stuck his tongue out at Caleb. “I ain’t asking you to be a Dom, but maybe you could just treat me like you’d treat Master’s brother’s dog? You’d tell her what to do and where to go, if you needed to,” Mav suggested, as he crawled over to Caleb. “Is that okay? Did I go too far?”

“I love you a ton, because I have a weakness for annoying little turds. It’s because I grew up with Noah.” He shot Mav a grin, but then nodded. “Yeah, I can do that. It’s not me being a Dom, it’s you being a pup. I swear, it’s all good, Mav. If I felt like I was being a Dom to you right now, I’d call a stop to the whole thing. But you know me, I can get pretty bossy, without actually trying to be a Dom. I’m okay with it.” He reached out to scratch Mav’s scalp lightly, just above his ear, wondering if he was ready to try, or if they needed to talk more.

“Oh, I’m so telling Noah you said that,” Mav grinned right back at Caleb. “Okay, awesome, good. I want you to enjoy this too, and I don’t want to do this again if you don’t,” Mav told him softly, before he closed his eyes and groaned softly as his scalp was scratched. He opened his eyes and looked up at Caleb, before letting out the gentlest, most unsure-of-itself bark.

“Noah would think that’s a compliment,” Caleb laughed. He kept scratching his nails gently through Maverick’s soft hair. “Yeah, I know. And I’ll be honest if I’m not enjoying it. But I don’t want you to worry right now, okay? We have to actually try it to see if either of us likes it. Don’t hold back because you’re trying to see if I’m okay, I promise I’m good.” He leaned forward to press a soft kiss to the top of Maverick’s forehead where his hairline began. He smiled a little at the quiet, sort of puppy-like sound that Maverick made. “There you go,” he encouraged gently. “Are you gonna be a good pup? Come here, let me give you more scratches.”

Maverick was glad he was doing this with Caleb. He knew it was something he could do with Eric, but he really loved the idea of perfecting it with Caleb before bringing it to his Dom. Or at least, testing out the waters first. “No worrying,” Mav promised softly, as Caleb kissed his forehead. He grinned at the encouragement Caleb gave him, and he barked again, this time louder and with more feeling behind it. He was gonna be a good pup, damn it. Mav leaned in some more, tilting his head for more scratches.

The louder bark made him laugh softly. Mav was freaking adorable all the time, and Caleb knew that if Mav seemed like he was enjoying himself as a puppy, he’d enjoy it too. He was only going to get nervous if he thought Maverick needed more of a Dom than him, but given that they weren’t planning to scene, just mostly hang out, he didn’t think it would be a problem. Caleb lifted his other hand to scratch Mav with both, completely messing up his hair. “Aw, there you go. That’s my good pup. You like scratches?” He moved one hand down Mav’s neck to his back, scratching lightly over his skin, just like he had on his scalp.

Mav was already really liking everything that was happening. This was so different from how he usually submitted, but even then it was easier to get a grasp on it because this was Caleb. This was a subby day. It made everything so much easier, right now. He barked louder again, when Caleb asked if he liked scratches. Once Caleb began to scratched at his back, Mav playfully shook his whole body from side to side, loving the touches Caleb was giving him.

Caleb laughed again when Mav barked. He was really sliding into this easily, and it was so cute. Caleb kind of couldn’t wait to show Eric, already. He kept scratching him, and laughed when Mav shook himself like dogs do when they get up from a nap. “That’s a good pup. Can you wag your tail for me?” He moved his hand down, scratching back and forth playfully, down to Mav’s tailbone. “Okay, pup, I’ve got chores to do. But you’re gonna help, right?” He grinned at Mav, imagining what ‘help’ from this overgrown pup would look like.

Mav felt Caleb’s laughter on him like sunshine, and he knew that he could live with Caleb for the rest of his life and never hear it enough. He barked twice in a row and shook his ass to make his tail wag, happily taking all the scratches Caleb wanted to give him. He looked up at Caleb curiously as he talked about chores, and then barked quickly, before turning around in a circle excitedly. He wanted to help with chores so badly.

Watching Maverick wiggle his ass to make the tail move was adorable, and Caleb giggled and patted Maverick on the bottom. He chuckled again at Mav’s clear enthusiasm, despite the fact that chores would not be very fun for a puppy. “Okay, let’s go, then.” He got to his feet and scratched Mav’s head in passing as he headed to his bedroom. “I’ve got laundry to fold and put away, and then clean the kitchen. Then we can play, I promise.”

Mav looked up at Caleb with a curious look on his face, and crawled after him as he headed towards the bedroom. He barked again, and eagerly crawled around the bedroom once they got inside. He was in full-on exploration mode, and enjoying his new headspace.

It was honestly one of the best things Caleb had seen in a while, just watching Maverick play. It was incredible how unselfconscious he was. He was crawling around with this doofy smile on his face, looking curious and eager. It was fantastic. Caleb started folding his laundry on the bed while Maverick crawled around the room, looking in things he didn’t normally investigate, just like a puppy would. “God, you’re so cute,” Caleb chuckled, shaking his head as he folded shirts in a pile on his bed.

Mav kept crawling around eagerly, before making his way over to Caleb when the other man chuckled at him. He nudged his head against Caleb’s leg, and sniffed loudly, before eagerly climbing up onto the bed. He was grateful for his own height in that moment, knowing that could’ve been a real struggle otherwise. Unable to keep a grin off his face, Mav immediately pounced onto the pile of folded shirts, and raised up to lick at Caleb’s face.

When Mav nudged him, Caleb reached down to scratch his head again. “Bored already? That didn’t take long.” He watched, amused, as Mav clambered onto the bed without actually standing up, something only possible because of his long limbs. “Oh, thanks, real nice,” he laughed when Mav scattered his nicely folded clothes. He pushed Mav away playfully. “You are a menace, pup. I’m never gonna get my laundry put away.”

As soon as Mav was pushed away, he jumped back onto the clothes, eager to play. He leaned in quickly, running his tongue over Caleb’s cheek eagerly and happily. He barked quickly, still kneeling on the pile of clothes he’d made a big mess of already.

Caleb was laughing without reservation, despite the fact that Mav was messing up his clothes. “Oh, so we’re playing now, pup?” He reached in to tickle Mav’s ribs, grinning at him, while his other hand wiped his cheek off where Mav had licked him. The licking might take a bit for Caleb to get used to, but it wasn’t gross or anything, just strange to be licked by his best friend. But Maverick was so cute like this, so clearly enjoying himself, Caleb figured he’d get used to having a slobbery pup. “You are messing up my clothes, pup,” he laughed, shoving Mav backwards on the bed.

Mav grinned and couldn’t help but laugh as he was tickled. He really was having the best time, enjoying himself in a way that was so freeing. He really wanted to play with this whole headspace a lot more, he knew that already. He whined as he was shoved back, but he grinned some more and jumped forward again. This time, he ducked his head down and gripped one of Caleb’s t-shirts in his teeth, around the collar.

“Aw, come on, I’m going to have to wash that again,” Caleb protested through his laughter. He grabbed the t-shirt to try to take it from Mav, then realized his mistake after a second, now that he was playing tug with Mav over his t-shirt. “Drop it,” Caleb said sternly. “Pup. I need to put my clothes away.”

Mav was very purposefully taking Caleb’s laughter to mean he was happy, just like he knew an untrained puppy would. As soon as Caleb grabbed his t-shirt, Mav began to pull back, wanting the shirt just for himself. He growled a little, but as soon as Caleb became stern, Mav dropped it. He whined in the back of his throat and laid down on the bed, so he could curl up into a ball.

Caleb wasn’t sure if Mav would listen to him at all, in this headspace, but apparently he was a very obedient pup. That wasn’t a surprise, this was Mav after all. Even as a puppy, he was still sweet and obedient. “Aw, hey, you’re not in trouble.” He pushed the shirts aside to climb on the bed with Mav and scratch his scalp gently, the way he knew Maverick liked. “It’s okay, pup. You were just playing. You’re my good pup.”

Mav looked up as soon as Caleb spoke, and watched as he climbed up onto the bed. He hummed softly as Caleb scratched his scalp, and gently pressed his head against the other man’s hand. He loved being touched like this normally, but right now it felt like the best kind of comfort. He barked quietly and pressed himself up against Caleb, searching for more comfort and touches.

Caleb smiled softly and let Maverick get closer. He wrapped an arm around the pup’s waist to pull him in, onto Caleb’s lap. “There you go. That’s a good pup. You’re just a sweet pup, aren’t you? It’s okay to play. I wasn’t mad.” He realized, belatedly, that he wasn’t supposed to be on the bed. No furniture until he finished his chores. But that didn’t really apply to Maverick right now, and Caleb figured that comforting Mav in this headspace was more important than following his rules exactly. He’d stand up again in a minute.

Mav smiled happily, and nuzzled against Caleb’s neck as he was pulled into the other man’s lap. He’d known Caleb wasn’t mad, not really, but it had felt right in the moment to act how he did, and Mav liked that. Just being able to react however he needed to, in the moment. It was freeing in a way submission couldn’t be, not totally. He kept nuzzling Caleb’s neck eagerly.

Caleb didn’t want to stop cuddling with Maverick ever, really. He was extremely sweet all the time, it was his personality, but as a puppy it was such a pervasive, constant softness and sweetness that it was hard to stop touching him. But eventually Caleb got up again. He had chores to do, and if this was going to work, he needed to be responsible when Mav was a puppy. If he couldn’t do that, he should call Eric, because it would mean Mav is in a submissive headspace with no one responsible enough to look after him. So Caleb sighed and forced himself to start folding laundry again. “I need to get this done, pup,” he told Mav firmly as he gathered up the scattered shirts. “If you keep playing with my shirts I’ll make you get off the bed. Okay?”

Mav whimpered a little as Caleb got firm with him and he crawled back, so he wasn’t near the laundry this time. He leaned in a little, nuzzling his cheek against Caleb’s hand for a few moments, before barking softly and laying down on the bed. He was waiting patiently for Caleb to be done, watching him do his chores intently.

Caleb smiled and pet Mav’s hair for a second. “Good puppy. It’ll only take a minute.” He kept half an eye on Maverick for the next couple minutes as he folded and put away his clothes, and he kept finding himself smiling at how cute Mav looked like this. He kind of couldn’t wait to show Eric this new headspace Mav had discovered. “Okay, all done with that,” he said as he moved his laundry basket to the floor. “Come on back out to the living room. That’s enough chores for today.”

Mav waited, albeit very impatiently, and as soon as Caleb told him they were going back to the living room, he hesitantly climbed off the bed. Once he was on the floor, he crawled as fast as he could towards the living room, knowing they were about to have play time. He was moving fast enough that his tail was wiggling behind him, betraying how excited he was. Mav barked eagerly as he stopped at the couch.

Caleb laughed softly at the sight of Maverick sprinting into the living room, tail wagging behind him. “You’re so freaking cute. I can’t believe you’ve never done this before, you clearly love it.” He dropped to his knees on the carpet so he could playfully scratch Mav’s head with both hands. “Don’t you, pup? You love this. You’re a good puppy, aren’t you?”

Maverick smiled eagerly at the compliment, and groaned as he was scratched with Caleb’s hands. He barked eagerly and licked his lips, grinning happily up at Caleb. He nuzzled against the other sub’s chest. He really was loving this, it felt so freeing and calming in a way regular submission didn’t reach.

It was normal for Maverick to be very physically affectionate, but this was even more effusive than his usual self. Caleb found himself almost giggling as Maverick played and nuzzled against him. “Good puppy,” he repeated with a grin as his hands pet and scratched all over Maverick, sometimes tickling or shoving a little, playfully.

Maverick giggled happily as he was tickled, shoved playfully, and scratched, feeling so eager and content as Caleb played with him. He nuzzled against Caleb’s leg some more, as he shook his ass so eagerly. He raised his head a little, to nuzzle some more against Caleb’s stomach.

Caleb say back, leaning against the couch so Maverick could get more on his lap, since that appeared to be what he wanted. It was still a bit of a strange sensation, having his boyfriend act like a puppy, and having a puppy the size of his tall and broad boyfriend. Strange, but definitely not bad. It wasn't unusual to be this physical and affectionate with Mav, after all, and Mav's behavior was also incredibly endearing. Caleb was enjoying petting and scratching all over. He wasn't even thinking about it in a particularly sexual way until his hand scratched low on Mav's belly and nudged his hard cock. Caleb tipped his head down to look under Maverick. "Really enjoying this, huh? Good thing we did this without your cage on."

Mav nuzzled some more against Caleb’s lap, really enjoying the gentle time he could have with Caleb. He was used to being this close to Caleb, whether sexually or not, and it definitely helped that it had been one of his men that he explored this with first. Mav wasn’t sure he would’ve wanted to explore something this new with someone else, he’d had enough of that over the years he’d been training. He let out a giggle, though, as Caleb’s hand nudged against his erection. He barked in reply, and cheekily rubbed his dick against Caleb’s leg.

Caleb burst out laughing as Maverick lewdly rubbed his cock against Caleb’s leg. Maverick never had much in the way of shyness about his body or sex, but even for him, this was a lot. “Horny puppy, huh? You’re gonna be the kind of puppy that starts humping his owner’s leg all the time.” He pushed Mav over, playfully manhandling him into rolling onto his back. He wrapped his hand around Maverick’s cock and gave it a couple of quick strokes, just to tease him, then went back to scratching his belly and sides, his other hand in Mav’s hair scratching his scalp.

Mav beamed happily up at Caleb as his boyfriend laughed, and then giggled again as he was pushed over onto his back. He wiggled his back against the couch, showing off his body to Caleb without a hint of shame, before letting out an all-too human gasp as his cock was teased. He froze for a moment, making sure he didn’t bring the fun to a quick end. Whenever Caleb or Eric teased him like that, Mav had to focus on not cumming accidentally. He’d gotten better about controlling himself with others, but Eric and Caleb had him on a hair trigger most days. He grinned up at Caleb as his belly and sides were scratched, along with his scalp. He barked softly before he scrambled around, trying to turn around while staying on the couch which wasn’t easy given his size, and then nuzzled his head into Caleb’s lap once again.

Caleb spotted the way that Mav had to concentrate on not coming, and he figured he shouldn’t touch his cock again. Having to focus like that probably pulled him out of his puppy headspace. But he seemed to relax into it again just as quickly, so Caleb figured no harm done. “You’re so damn cute,” he laughed as Mav tried to maneuver on the couch. When Mav nuzzled into him, Caleb’s own cock started to harden, but he ignored it. Sub nights were never about getting off, despite the fact that they usually spent them nude and with a large plug in. He settled into the couch, petting Mav’s hair and looking down at him affectionately. “Good pup.”

Mav was pretty sure he’d never felt more comfortable in his whole life, than he did right now. He smiled as Caleb kept petting his hair, but he felt all kinds of warm and safe when his boyfriend called him a good pup. He nuzzled against Caleb again, letting out a soft bark this time, before he sleepily blinked up at the other man. He gave a quiet doggy grumble, before closing his eyes and cuddling against Caleb’s thigh.

#para: doggy days

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themurphyzone · 5 years

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Oneshot: Perry the Pomeranian

AU of Got Game? where Perry is a human. Yes, this is the episode where Heinz entered Perry into a dog show.

Heads up: This whole scenario is a bit less innocent when two people are involved. I’m not really sure what to tag this as to be honest, If you think I should tag something please let me know, because some of this leans a bit towards roleplay. There will be lots of awkwardness and embarrassing situations!

He didn’t get paid enough for this.

Perry dragged himself into his seat for mission briefing, exhausted from climbing several long flights of stairs. Of course the elevator was broken. And just when he thought his equipment was in good shape that week.

Major Monogram was already onscreen. He raised an eyebrow, and Perry slowly corrected his posture to make it look like he was paying the utmost attention.

“There you are, Agent P. Sorry about the stairs, our elevator maintenance guy is on a corporate retreat with our slide-waxing guy,” Major Monogram stated.

Liar. He didn’t sound sorry.

“Anyway, our intelligence tells us that Doofenshmirtz has been shopping around for a show dog. We need you to infiltrate the pet store and uncover his evil plan. Carl, send him the mission outfit.”

“Sending!” Carl exclaimed from offscreen.

A containment unit rose from the ground, revealing a fuzzy ginger and cream onesie. A headband with floppy ears was attached to the front.

Perry hated this mission already.

“Anyway, I'm goin' home early. It's taco night. Ha-ha!” Monogram laughed.

The screen faded to black.

Perry folded the onesie, stuffing it beneath his coat so he could smuggle it into the house.

And to smuggle it into the house, he needed to climb the stairs.

The super-long, super-exhausting staircase of absolute madness.

Perry sighed.

The owner of the My Little Doggies pet store didn’t notice Perry slip in. She didn’t even question why there was an enormous Pomeranian by the front window.

Perry had snagged a spare dog cushion and taken a spot where he would easily be visible to people coming in. Since most of the customers were only buying supplies for pets they already owned, Perry didn’t need to discourage them from purchasing him.

He had to consciously resist wrinkling his nose at the idea of being purchased.

He couldn’t smudge the makeup he’d borrowed from Linda’s kit. It took way too long to smear a passable imitation of a dog nose on his face.

“Yes, I'm looking for a purebred show dog,” a familiar voice said.

He must’ve missed Heinz coming in. Perry sat up to make himself more noticeable. This entire mission hinged on making himself appealing enough for Heinz to buy.

“Well, we have various award-winning breeds to choose from,” the owner replied, gesturing to several dogs in their kennels.

Heinz glanced over each of them, frowning when none of the canines seemed to meet his criteria. He opened his mouth to ask the owner another question, but paused the moment he saw Perry.

“Ooh! What about him?” Heinz gasped, grinning madly as he tore across the room to where Perry was sitting.

Perry kept his face impassive as Heinz’s long fingers stroked underneath his chin.

Heinz wasn’t rough at all. His fingers were practically dancing across Perry’s skin.

“He's perfect! Coochie-coochie-coo!” Heinz squealed as he tickled the faux fur on Perry’s chest. “You’re Doctor D's precious little puppy, aren't you?”

Perry rolled his eyes.

Heinz really needed to work harder on his evil credibility.

“Sir, I'm not even sure if that's a dog,” the owner protested. She peered at Perry’s teal hair suspiciously.

Perry froze. She’d blow his cover if he didn’t do something to make her believe he was a real dog!

What would a real dog do?

Perry’s eyes fell on a terrier who was sniffing a chihuahua’s butt.

New question. What would a real dog do that would leave about seventy percent of his dignity intact?

An idea finally came to him.

He rolled onto his back, completely exposing his belly. It was risky to be in such a vulnerable position, but this would aid his goal in the long run. Heinz made a strange noise in the back of his throat, taking the invitation to vigorously rub Perry’s stomach.

Perry kept a hand on his headband to make sure it stayed in place. Fortunately, Heinz seemed to view this as a cute gesture.

“He loves belly rubs, and that’s good enough for me,” Heinz told the owner. “I get a big alimony check every month, so money's no object.”

The owner rubbed her hands in glee. “In that case, he’s ten thousand dollars.”

Once the transaction was completed, Heinz returned to nuzzling Perry. “Aw, who’s a little cutie? You are, yes you are!” he cooed.

Perry turned his head away from Heinz so the makeup on his nose didn’t smudge from the face nuzzles he was receiving.

Heinz broke off the nose-to-nose contact with a wicked grin. “You’re my ticket into the Danville Dog Show. Together, we’ll make them pay for all I’ve suffered.”

Ah, a backstory scheme and not an eliminate-the-annoyance scheme.

“Back when I was just a little schtumpel, my father came home with a brand-new spitzenhound puppy that he won in a game of Poke the Goozim With a Stick,” Heinz narrated. “My father said the dog was like the son he never had...and named him Only Son.”

Perry winced. Heinz didn’t notice and stroked him absentmindedly.

“Only Son became an award-winning show dog, bringing my father fame and fortune, while I was forced to be the lawn gnome. You remember that story with my neighbor Kenny?”

Perry tensed. Heinz was terrible with disguises! Why did today have to be the day Heinz recognized him?

“ I don't have to go through...okay,” Heinz said. He straightened up, and Perry hesitated, unwilling to follow him off the cushion. He couldn’t scuff up his hands and knees by crawling around like a baby. It would be absolute murder on his back too.

But at least his previous worry was unfounded. Heinz had already changed the topic.

“To recap, my entire fragile self-esteem is totally dependent on your performance today at the dog show. You know, no pressure,” Heinz said as he exited the store. Realizing that Perry wasn’t following him, he frowned. “The dog show is that way.”

“Sir, the city has leash laws,” the owner piped up. She clipped a red leash to Perry’s collar before handing the other end to Heinz. “That’ll be ten dollars.”

“Extortionist,” Heinz muttered. He tossed a crumpled bill into her hand and stormed off, only to be tugged back by Perry’s refusal to budge. “Time’s a-wastin’, Puffy! You know what? I’m totally calling you that now. Puffy the Pomeranian has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Perry balked. Anyone who chose to name another living being ‘Puffy’ was pure evil.

A leash was sort of like a trap, right? Heinz had restrained him with more uncomfortable things before.

Heinz smirked, as if that had been his brilliant plan along.

Having enough, Perry decided to throw caution to the wind. He stood up and followed Heinz out the store, causing the owner to swoon and faint from the shock.

“Oh, cool!” Heinz exclaimed. “You can do that bipedal thing like a secret agent! No idea where you learned that, but that gives us a leg up on the competition!”

Perry allowed Heinz to take the lead, walking behind him at a comfortable pace.

“So yesterday I was watching Ambivalence,” Heinz said. “It’s this show where the couple has this weird relationship and they’re constantly bickering over the most trivial things. Like who argues over how many chocolate chips you can put into a freshly baked cookie? Does anyone ever count those things? So in the latest episode, Troy was revealed to be an ancient Greek warrior who was flung into the future by Aphrodite and cursed so that he never could hold on to a romantic relationship again. Then again, it was obvious in hindsight. All the guy ever checked out at the library were books on classical mythology.”

Intrigued, Perry didn’t interrupt him as Heinz explained the subtler bits of foreshadowing. He’d have to check out the show in his spare time.

“No, no! It’s Heinz Doofenshmirtz!” Heinz snapped. “You know, rhymes with hurts!”

“Heinz Doofenshultz?”

“Doof. En. Shmirtz,” Heinz drawled each syllable.

The attendant at registration raised an eyebrow. “I see,” she finally said. “Heinz Doofenshmidt, entering your bich…”

Perry prayed some random invention would fall from the sky on top of her, but that only worked when the person verbally invoking fate wasn’t expecting it.

“…on frise.”

“Puffy’s a Pomeranian,” Heinz retorted. “Not a Belgian freeze or whatever you just said.”

“Isn’t he a little bipedal to be a Pomeranian?” the attendant asked.

“Yes, yes he is. So are we in now?”

“Yeah, fine. You’re in the toy breed section.”

The attendant quickly handed him a slip, obviously wanting Heinz to stop holding up the line.

Oblivious to the angry glares he was receiving from the people behind him, Heinz marched off with Perry in tow.

While the other competitors paraded their obedient dogs around for the judges, Perry watched Heinz for any signs of evildoing.

“Don't worry about your lack of training and experience, because I have an ace in the hole!” Heinz exclaimed, pulling out a ray gun from his lab coat pocket. “Behold! The Misbehave-inator! It, Does what the name implies. Watch this!”

He zapped a poodle, who took a large chomp out of his handler’s arm. Other dogs quickly followed suit, and soon the arena was filled with screams as dogs filled the arena with holes and demanded subjugation from the humans.

“Nothing can stop us now!” Heinz cackled.

Taking that as his cue, Perry wrapped both of his hands around Heinz’s arm and threw him to the ground, forcing him to drop the Misbehave-inator. Perry snatched the device, then sprinted over to a rope that was attached to the upper level of the convention center.

“Hey, what was all that about?” Heinz demanded, slightly dazed from the force of Perry’s throw.

Perry ripped off the headband and replaced it with his fedora.

“Perry the Pomeranian?”

Rolling his eyes, Perry ripped off the Pomeranian suit, glad to finally be rid of it. Good thing he’d worn his blue collared shirt and brown slacks underneath.

“Perry the Platypus!” Heinz yelped. He ducked his head, refusing to make eye contact with Perry. A blush spread across his face until his head vaguely resembled a misshapen tomato. “I named you ‘Puffy’...with the whole leash thing...and the cootchie-cootchie-coo stuff too, and...oh man, this isn’t being televised is it? Wait, were you wearing your normal suit under the Pomeranian outfit the entire time? Weren’t you hot with all those layers?”

Leaving the question unanswered, Perry ascended the rope with the Misbehave-inator in hand.

“Hey, bring back my Misbehave-inator!” Heinz shrieked. Perry felt the rope tighten as Heinz pursued him. “And you have some explainin’ to do, Mr. I Let My Nemesis Walk Me Around the City on a Leash Because I Have a Complete Disregard for His Evil Reputation!”

Perry grabbed hold of the landing skid on a low-flying helicopter, smirking as he made his escape with the Misbehave-inator. Then something clamped down on his leg, and Perry quickly held the Misbehave-inator out of Heinz’s evil clutches.

The device fired yellow beams all over the place as they grappled for control. Finally, Heinz threw himself across Perry’s chest in a last-ditch effort. But the helicopter shifted upwards, throwing Heinz off-balance when he overshot his desired prize.

Heinz fell through the roof of the My Little Doggies store and landed in a dog kennel.

Karma had never felt so good before.

Many months later....

“Happy birthday, Perry the Platypus!” Heinz shouted, popping out from behind his couch. Of course, Perry knew he was there since stealth wasn’t Heinz’s strong suit, but he still pretended to be surprised.

And it wasn’t actually his birthday, but everybody just seemed to pick a random day to celebrate it anyway, so he was used to it.

Heinz slid a present over to him, unable to stop twitching as Perry carefully unwrapped the bow and opened the box.

Inside was an exact replica of the Pomeranian suit he’d worn for the Misbehave-inator mission.

Heinz grinned innocently. “What? Ginger and cream really complements your skin tone!”

#perry the platypus #heinz doofenshmirtz #perryshmirtz #phineas and ferb #fanfiction #awkwardness and secondhand embarrassment

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riyuyami · 6 years

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You still doing drabbles tonight? How about the Big Moment. Well, the second biggest moment -compared to Yuugi and Atemu actually getting together- what about when Atemu finds out Yuugi's the author?

I was hoping someone would ask me this.

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The panel and book signing was making Yugi want to scream.

He could clearly see Atemu in the audience, sitting there with a pleased smile on his face, holding his copy of the new book, amongst the sea of people who were happily listening to Yugi stammer through his answers.

He changed his voice for these things anyway, but he really hoped his voice wouldn’t be picked up by Atemu so quickly, the book signing was after the Q and A, and he knew Atemu wanted an autograph. Hell, the guy hadn’t shut up about it for three days now.

He had been saddened when Yugi rejected his offer to go with him, he pulled some dumb excuse out of the air, saying he had to do something at work, and sadly couldn’t attend. Atemu perked up and said he’d get a signed copy for Yugi, he’d buy the book for him and everything!

Bless his sweet, dumb heart…

“Uh, yes, you, in the back.” Mai pointed out to the red head, and Yugi inwardly screamed. God damnit! He KNEW she was gonna take Atemu’s question sooner or later!

Atemu happily stood up, looking blissfully unaware of the truth before him. “Mr. Hakim, I’m a huge fan of your work, and it was an honor to do the promotional art for the release.” There were murmurs from the others in the audience at this. “I just want to say thank you, for everything, for your wonderful books, the amazing characters, and the fact that your stories are what brought me and my crush closer. He’d be here today, but he had work, so I came on my own and on his behalf. I’m sure he’d be gushing over your new book with me if he was here right now.”

Yugi gulped, but smiled. Those were such sweet words, and… heh, crush, wow, boy, he’d love to be more than that… but he was so scared of how Atemu would react. Yugi had never told him the truth, and they’ve known each other for months…! He felt like shit.

“You’re welcome, I’m glad that you and your crush are such big fans. I hope that you continue to enjoy the series, and that I wish the best for you. Oh, and thank you very much for the beautiful art.” Yugi gestured to the poster to his left. “I adore it greatly, you captured the heartbreak on Heba’s face perfectly.”

Yugi was shocked that he kept himself in check, cause wow, he really felt like Heba right now. He just wanted to run away and spare himself the trouble.

Atemu smiled sweetly and nodded, sitting down.

The questions went on for a while, and soon the book signing began. Yugi noticed that Atemu seemed to linger in the back of the line, strange, he thought he’d be the first one up at the table to get his book signed.

It took over twenty minutes for Yugi to sign and chat with everyone before he got to the last person, the red-eyed man who had waited the longest. “Good afternoon.” Yugi smiled, trying to keep his fake voice going.

Atemu shifted on his feet, gently placing two books down. “Could you sign one for me, and one for my friend? Please? I know the rules on say one item to be signed, but I’m sure he’d love to have your autograph.”

‘It would be me signing my own work.’ Yugi thought, but he nodded anyway. “Sure, heh, I won’t tell anyone.” He took one book and signed his pen name. He even drew his little triangle necklace design. “Okay, that’s for you. And now-” He reached for the second, but Atemu put his hand on Yugi’s own.

Yugi tensed up, blushing deeply as he looked up at Atemu, who seemed to be staring at him hard. “That necklace…” Atemu spoke softly, looking at the golden charm around Yugi’s neck. Instinctively, Yugi clutched the string.

“It looks… a lot like my friend’s.” Carefully, Atemu reached out and touched the charm, lifting it up slightly to look at it. “Yugi said it’s one of a kind, that it’s ironic that it looks like Heba’s…”

The room suddenly felt very small and lacking in air as Yugi stared up at Atemu with wide eyes. “… Y-?”

The table hit Atemu in the stomach and he wheezed as Yugi shot up out of his chair and ran. “W-wait…!” Atemu gasped, watching the author run away from the small corner of the bookstore they were in.

Yugi ran through the many aisles, trying to make sure Atemu couldn’t spot him, he knew the artist was following him! He got to the back, to the section where reference books and language manuals were kept, and panted hard. Shit, shit, shit…! Of course Atemu would recognize his necklace! How could he be so stupid to wear it today of all days?!

He groaned and slid to the floor, leaning against a book case. No one was around, no one really seemed to pay much attention to him, he was alone…

“There you are!”

Well, not anymore.

He looked over at the man who had stage whispered at him, seeing a panting Atemu standing at the end of the aisle. “Y-Yugi… is that really you?”

“…” With a heavy sign, Yugi pulled the wig off his head, shaking his hair out to get it out of the clumps it was in from the wig cap. Atemu gasped and slowly approached.

“You’re… you’re the author of Millennium World…?”

Yugi nodded, letting out a dry laugh. “Yeah, I’m Abdo Hakim, the writer of the most successful history-magic-based gay novel series on the market.”

“But… but how? I mean… is this a joke?”

He shook his head. “No, I’ve always been the writer. I just… don’t use my name or let people know.”

“You… didn’t bother to tell me?”

Yugi saw that Atemu looked conflicted, almost looking as if he was a kicked puppy. He felt panic flair up in his chest and he stood up quickly, approaching Atemu. He gently cupped his face, looking down at him with a soft frown. “I didn’t want to tell you… cause I was scared of how you’d react. I didn’t want you hating me for being the writer, or worshiping me because I write your favorite books. I just… wanted you to like me for me, as Yugi, not as Abdo… I wanted you to like the guy who wears leather in the summer, and sings ABBA in the shower, and who can’t cook but still tried to make you a nice dinner anyway…”

“Yugi, partner, I like you.” Atemu spoke up, a small smile coming to his face. “I liked you the moment I saw you, you captivated my attention, even before I knew a damn thing about you. I’m a little upset that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth, but I understand where you’re coming from. I rave about your books all the time, hell, you’ve seen what I’ve drawn, and my weird comments online… and my headcanons. But still, I don’t care if you’re the author, it’s just another piece of you that makes me really, really like you. And I already really, really like you!”

Yugi blinked, his cheeks feeling warm. “So, I’m still your crush?”

“Yugi, you’ve BEEN my crush since the moment you held up that cookie plate at my doorstep.” He leaned in close, placing a gently kiss to Yugi’s cheek. “You being Abdo just makes things a bit more interesting for our relationship.” He smirked.

Blinking again, Yugi snorted and started to chuckle, leaning against the smaller man as he wrapped his arms around him. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. How could you do this to me, I’m an old man.”

“You’re only a month older than me!”

“I’m still an old man, you doof.” He huffed Atemu close, letting out a sigh. “Sorry about hitting you with the table, you okay?”

“Not the worst thing to hit me in the stomach, trust me, Bakura has a mean left hook.”

Yugi chuckled again, sighing softly as he continued to hug onto Atemu. “You didn’t have to buy me a copy of my book, you know.”

“I had to, you weren’t coming today. Are you still gonna want the signature or is that just a stupid thing to ask?”

He got a loud snort and laugh in reply.

#yugioh #puzzleshipping #in plain sight #yugi mutou #Atem #atemu #john's drabbles #norealgoodbyes

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raakxhyr · 6 years

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Shyan||Fear and Puppy Love

For Anon that wanted 77: “Are you jealous?”, Anon that wantedt 2 for highschool!Shyan Basketball star!Ryan and band geek!Shane?! 2: “ Not you again.. ” and for anon who wanted 141 - "Did you hear that?"

Hope you enjoy :)

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It was just another day of band practice before the last basketball game in the next week. Since the crowds were never as big during the basketball games as they were in the football games, Shane had volunteered for the smaller band to lend some support, as most of the band would usually drop out (out of not wanting to go, but also because there wasn’t a lot of space in the gym for the whole pep band).

He kind of missed watching the football games with the band. Though it would get chilly at night, he enjoyed every moment he spent being able to bond with all his friends and have the students in the stands cheer them all on to play louder and louder in order to boost the school morale against the rival team.

His attention was called when one of his friends, Sara, had dropped by with her flute. He slid his trumpet case back in his locker as she came over to greet him.

“Hey, Sara, what’s up?”

“Just wondering how you’re doing with that little crush of yours,” she teased, and Shane rolled his eyes, carrying his trumpet over to the small group forming in the middle of the room. Sara was the only one he had confessed his crush on school athlete and lead basketball star Ryan Bergara.

“What about it?” he retorted, setting his music on the stand in front of him while he adjusted his mouthpiece, watching Sara sit, facing the back of the chair so she could place her arms on the backrest. He sighed in annoyance, though jokingly, knowing that every time she’d mention it, his heart would jump just a little. “It’s just stupid puppy love.”

“And you’re the biggest puppy I know, Shane.” Sara laughed quietly, leaning on one of her hands while her flute hung dangerously in her other, but Shane knew she’d never drop it. She was one of the most talented flutists he knew in the class, not to mention she was first chair, which she’d worked hard to get, and now even did solos during concerts. “Have you asked him to Senior Ball?”

“What...what? No!” Shane gave her a look as if he’d never be able to do it. “There’s no way he’d go with some nerd like me.”

“You’re both literally the biggest nerds I know,” Sara groaned. “He’s probably even more of a nerd than you are, you big doof! Have you seen how many times he goes to the movie theater or spews about his favorite characters? I mean he’s a part of the video productions class, for heaven’s sake.”

“Yes and yes, I do, and don’t take his love for the big screen and spin it on me like that; you know I watch just as much as he does!”

“I know. Trust me.” Sara stuck her tongue out. “Come on, it wouldn’t hurt to ask him. You guys are almost inseparable. You literally talk and hang out most of the week, anyway.”

“We do not!”

“I’ve seen you talk to him after games and after his practices, Shane.” Sara raised an eyebrow and had a smug smile on her face. “I’ll even help you ask him. Come on.”

Shane thought about it for a moment, and decided this would probably be one of the last years he’d see Ryan anyway. “Alright, fine…”

“Yes!” Sara pumped her fist up in victory and grinned. “You better ask by next game.”

Shane sighed and shook his head, his mind racing over what he would do and how he would do it. Thinking about approaching a sweaty Ryan after a game was not the image he wanted in his head as one of his fellow seniors got up on the small, square podium to conduct them through the music.

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Shane spent quite a bit of time with Sara outside of band to have her help him work up his confidence to ask Ryan out and to help him with outfits. Every time he spotted Ryan outside of class, though, he found him talking to one of the popular art and drama kids at the time, Helen Pan. He didn’t want to interrupt their conversation, though he knew she’d just moved into the high school and Ryan was one of the friendliest people to introduce her around campus, and found Ryan spent more time talking to her during class instead of Shane. He didn’t want to admit, even in the slightest, that this worried him more about asking Ryan out, but he could certainly feel the butterflies in his stomach.

When he wasn’t talking with Sara, he was practicing by himself. He’d spend time reviewing some flash cards he made, looking up and away, to test his memory. Sometimes, he’d find himself muttering as he walked from class to class, zoning out as he walked past others, and made it to his desk.

And when he wasn’t practicing by himself, he was talking to Ryan. He was his best friend after all.

After the day was over, he spent his night at Ryan’s house, listening to him blabber on about this supernatural experience he had just a while back with some of his video productions friends.

“What? No way, I don’t believe you at all.” Shane crossed his arms, shaking his head. “Show me the footage.”

“It seriously did happen.” Ryan groaned and went through his files on his already open laptop, going through different video folders before he found it. “Look, see, right there.”

“No, did you see how hard you hit the freaking surface?”

“But the shaking shouldn’t have caused it to fly up like that.”

“It was already almost off the edge.”

They bickered on for a few moments until Ryan gave up and Shane felt victorious, stealing a handful of popcorn from what remained in Ryan’s popcorn bowl, and his friend gave him a disbelieving look.

“How dare you touch my popcorn.”

“Uh, our popcorn. We were sharing for tonight’s movie night, remember?”

“Technically it’s my popcorn since I bought it.”

“With what money?”

“I have an allowance.”

“Oh, look at me, Ryan Bergara, so special that I have an allowance because I can’t work a job.”

“Hey, I’m working on video stuff. Just watch, I’m gonna be in some high standard production company and you’re gonna kiss my ass.”

Shane laughed. “No, I believe ya, bud. I know that nothing stops the Ryan Bergara from achieving what he wants to.” He smiled and lay back into the couch as the movie began, and their chatter didn’t stop there, as the occasional pause and talk would come up between the movie so they could critique or judge a point in the film that felt like a loophole or if it wasn’t connecting.

Despite their being comfortable sitting beside each other, Shane’s head went back to the little proposal he had for Ryan that would be coming up in a few days. He tensed, curling his fingers and pulling his hand away from the popcorn bowl where Ryan’s hand lay idly close. He could feel his heart race, and he was no longer paying attention to the plot of the film. He could ask him now, get it over with, pretend nothing happened while the game was going on, and never look back. He could also avoid feeling embarrassed and just continue on watching the film, waiting till the game so he could feel more prepared.

He turned his attention when he could feel eyes staring at him, but when he looked at Ryan, his friend’s eyes were focused on the screen. Though, his hand had left the bowl between them.

Shane quietly excused himself as the credits came on, mostly so he could wash his hands of popcorn grease, and also so he could calm himself down with a quick piss and a splash of cold water. He stared at himself in the mirror after he dried his face and took a deep breath, muttering quietly to himself while his stomach flipped again, and he scratched his head roughly, trying to hit himself out of it.

He left the bathroom after a few minutes, and Ryan asked if he was okay, to which he nodded and helped him clean up the living room.

It was already 1am, and they both had one more day of school till the game. Shane grabbed his jacket, made sure his phone and wallet were with him, then smiled at Ryan as he headed for the door.

“Wait,” Ryan quickly spoke up, watching Shane before he left his doorway. A cold, gentle breeze blew around them. “So, Senior Ball is uh...coming up.” Shane’s eyes grew wide, but he tried to cover his shock at the words he was hearing. His heart racing; Shane tried to hide his face from the light on Ryan’s porch.

“Yeah, it is.”

“I was wondering if you could help me.”

“With what?”

“Well, I see you always talking with Sara, and she seems to be helping you get ready for that big event. I mean, I don’t know if like, you know, like, if she’s gonna go with you or something, and I don’t mean, like, together, as a couple, I mean, like...uh…” Ryan’s hands were growing clammy and he stuck them in the pockets of his shorts. “I just, uh, I wanted to know if, maybe, you could help me ask someone out?”

“Ask….?” Shane could feel his heart sink, and his stomach began to twist so much from feeling so nervous, he thought he was gonna throw up.

“Yeah, there’s this person I’ve been meaning to ask out to Senior Ball, but I just don’t know if they want to go. I’m kind of scared to ask, and you’re the only person I’ve told this to. I mean, I look like I could do anything, right? But, what if they say no?”

“Dude, you’re a great person. I don’t know who wouldn’t say no to Ryan Bergara.” Shane forced a smile on his face. He was being honest, but he tried to hide his hurting.

“You really think so?” Ryan seemed so happy, a bright smile on his face, looking at Shane with bright hope.

“Yeah. Look, man, I’ll talk to you later. I gotta go.”

“Oh, yeah...alright! Later!”

Shane nodded and quickly hurried back to his car, taking a deep breath to calm himself once he was buckled in, and focused on his drive home. He felt empty, now, staring at the road and the streetlights brushing over him with a soft, quiet glow. His heart was pounding. He could hear it in his ears.

Fuck, he thought.

---

The Friday before the game, Shane wanted to avoid Ryan as much as possible. He didn’t want to confront him or his feelings and he seemed too sullen that day, he didn’t want Ryan asking questions. In the morning, he caught Ryan walking down the hallways closely beside Helen, laughing and bickering. He could see himself standing there doing the same thing, but Ryan was probably tired of his shit, too.

During lunch, he spent his time inside the library instead of out at the lunch tables. He could only imagine Ryan walking up to Helen after the game and asking her to Senior Ball. He tried to black it out of his mind, holding his face in his hands, running his fingers through his hair as he gripped it tight, shutting his eyes as if it would erase it all. The thoughts never left.

After school was over, there was one more practice, and for a moment, he thought he could forget everything. He was talking happily with some of his other bandmates, blasting his trumpet loudly as they tried to harmonize to Darude Sandstorm.

Then Sara came up to him and asked if he was ready to talk to Ryan the following day, and he could feel himself shut down again.

“Hey, Shane? You okay?” Sara’s face grew concerned, and she sat sideways in her chair, resting her elbow on the backrest gently. “Did something happen between you two?”

“No, I…” Shane felt himself burn, all his clothes now pricking at his skin, and he rubbed his eyes. “Ryan told me he was going to ask someone to Senior Ball and he asked me for advice…”

“Oh…” Sara smiled sympathetically, reaching out to pat his knee. “Hey, I mean...you could still come with me, if you want? Some of my friends had managed to talk me into going, so…”

Shane exhaled heavily, grunting as he forced himself to stop feeling these sickening emotions. “Yeah, sure...your friends are pretty cool, anyway. We could all just stand in the corner and dance like idiots.”

“That’s the spirit!” Sara laughed quietly and sighed. “Hey, don’t worry about tomorrow, okay?”

Shane simply nodded in reply, beginning to slip into an empty mood, and though he was playing his trumpet, didn’t feel as if he was putting energy into it, but no one said anything.

After the practice, he’d packed his trumpet away, and followed Sara out of the building just as he saw Ryan coming down the way as well, smiling at him. Shane spotted a white card in his hand, along with a pen, and he knew Ryan would ask him for help again on asking whoever it was out to Senior Ball. He didn’t know what to say, not that he wanted to say anything at all, and Sara quickly covered for him, saying they would be late to a quick shopping trip if they didn’t hurry, and Ryan let them go. Shane caught the frown on his friend’s face, and tried to ignore it.

---

Game night had arrived. Shane was settled on the second row on the bleachers, as was their arrangement for their small band. Sara sat in front of him, setting up her flute. The rest of the band was seated around him, and he made sure his trumpet was tuned while the two teams on the court warmed-up. He spotted Ryan, and for a moment they looked at each other. Despite the tension that Shane had managed to build, Ryan smiled through it all. There was never a dull time that truly seemed to bring him down, and Shane could feel himself smile back for a second. As Ryan made for another pass with the ball, their contact broke, and he looked down at his lap with conflicted feelings again.

His eyes scanned along the crowd that filled the seats. Though he wasn’t sure what he was looking for at first, he found out soon enough, and he saw Helen sitting down in a middle section of the bleachers close to the front. He turned away when they briefly met eyes, and he fumbled to get his trumpet ready as the players returned to line up when the buzzer went off to signal the end of warm-ups.

The games began and so did the music. The crowd cheering and the intensity of the game had Shane forgetting his pains and he was swept up into the fun and energy that came from the competition. He stood with the crowd when their team grabbed the final shot into the basket. He was overjoyed when he saw it was Ryan who had scored it last second, and he hollered, pointing out it was his best friend who had just won the match, and Ryan could be seen grinning back at him with thumbs up, heading back to meet his gathered team for a celebration.

Shane made sure he let the last notes ring out from his trumpet as they played their victory song, and he high-fived his friends before looking at Sara with a bright smile.

“Ready to head back to the room?” she asked, and Shane nodded, grabbing his stuff to put back into the room. The moon had already pushed the sun down the horizon, and the night sky provided him with a cool breeze to calm him down from the rush of the game. He stared up at the sky, bright stars twinkling, a half moon sitting quietly with a few clouds passing through its light.

He returned to the room with Sara, making sure his trumpet was cleaned and packed properly into its case before it was slipped back into its rightful locker, and Sara followed him out of the room.

“You gonna be alright?” she inquired, looking up at him as they made their way down the hall and back towards the gym since the parking lot was in that direction.

“Yeah...you know, I’m gonna go congratulate Ryan real fast. He’s still my best friend, and I don’t want to let him down.”

“Of course. I’ll come with you in case he decides to start some shit.”

Shane laughed and he made his way back towards the gym where people were clearing out, and he waited for the crowd to thin until he could walk inside and found the team cooling down. He approached one of the guys and asked where Ryan was, directed towards the other end of the court. He scanned his eyes over, delighted when he saw Ryan, and he was about to make his way over until Helen showed up, and she approached Ryan with a full hug. Ryan hugged her right back, a wide grin on his face, and he seemed to be having a lot of fun talking with her. Shane stopped dead in his tracks and continued to watch.

Ryan looked around for a second, reaching into his drawstring bag where he pulled out the same white card that Shane had seen him hold the day before. Helen beamed and nodded taking the card to read it, and she hugged Ryan joyfully, sliding it back to him as she seemed to bounce on her feet. Shane’s eyebrows had knitted into a scowl, and Sara had pulled on his shirt to move him. That was until he saw Helen and Ryan turn almost in sync, and Helen point in his direction. He was most utterly confused at this point, and he now had his face stuck in stupor, watching them both walk towards him.

“God, not you again,” Ryan teased, approaching Shane.

“What?”

“Everyone, look out, it’s Shane Madej and his stupid face.” Ryan laughed. “Uh, hey, can we talk?”

“Sure...what about?”

“I’ll tell you as we walk away. Remember the Senior Ball thing?” Ryan paused and looked at Helen. “Oh, hey, you don’t mind keeping Sara company, right?” She shook her head and smiled, waving her hand to move them along.

Shane could feel himself grow hot again, and he could barely spare a glance at Sara as he was dragged out of the gym, and Ryan brought him to one of the sidewalk lamps outside.

“Shane, look, I don’t know what’s been going on with you avoiding me lately, but before I keep going, I just need to know what’s up ‘cause I don’t want to think I’ve done something wrong to affect our friendship.”

“What? No, no, no...you didn’t do anything wrong.” Shane clenched his jaw, and he could feel his entire body tense, heart beginning to race again. What was he supposed to tell him?

“Listen, I’ve noticed that for, like, the past week you’ve been looking at me weird, especially when I’m with Helen. Like you’re angry, or something?” Ryan’s eyes widened as he continued to ramble. “Wait, are you jealous?”

“Jealous? Don’t be absurd! Why would I be jealous of you asking Helen to Senior Ball! You guys are perfect together! I mean she seemed happy when you handed her the card,” Shane blurted out, his cheeks turning red even under the bad light.

“Oh my god, you’re totally jealous, Shane!” Ryan laughed, and Shane thought that, for a second, he was being mocked, and suddenly felt like he wanted to run away. “Did you hear that?” Ryan asked.

“Hear what?” Shane replied in equal question, not sure what Ryan meant. As far as he knew, they were alone outside together. If there was a rustle from the bushes, he didn’t hear a thing. “There’s nothing with us.”

“No, listen closer.”

Shane held his breath for a moment and he looked around, before looking back at Ryan with a raised eyebrow, wanting to leave already. “I don’t get it.”

“That was the sound of you being an idiot, Shane.”

“What do you mean?”

Ryan pulled out the white card and handed it to him. “It was for you, dingus.” Now it was Ryan’s turn to flush a little red. “Open it.”

Shane gave him and the card a skeptical glance before opening it to read the contents. A long paragraph had taken up the first half of the card, and it was a brief summary of him and Ryan throughout their friendship. On the right, a dumb little doodle from Ryan with the message, “I know you don’t believe in ghosts, but will you be my boo for Senior Ball?”

Shane squinted at the card, his mouth hanging open, and he could again hear his heart pounding in his ears. Ryan was chewing on his lip, waiting in anticipation, unsure how to read Shane’s face.

“I, uh...um, well, I mean, yeah. Yeah, I’ll…” Shane laughed and handed Ryan back the card, unable to hold back the smile that wanted to curl onto his face. “Yes. Yeah, yeah I will.”

Ryan grinned and suddenly stood on his toes, his hands shooting out to grab the back of Shane’s neck to pull him down for a quick, messy kiss, and Shane thought his chest would break open or he’d at least faint from how hard his heart was pumping. He couldn’t have imagined more what Ryan’s lips felt like against his own, and he gratefully kissed back until they both couldn’t breath and were laughing from it all.

“For the record, I guess I could say I was maybe jealous,” Shane admitted, and Ryan punched him in the arm a little, laughing.

“Yeah, I know. Ya big baby.”

“Oh shut up. You’re the short one which means you’re the baby.”

“I’m literally 5’10”!”

“No.”

“Okay, fine, there’s like three quarters but-”

“You’re the baby.”

“Shut up, Shane.”

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gerardwayslips · 7 years

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Choices choices... Full House 8, 2/2 (End)

NateMare: “Mare” You looked over at him, “ I’ve loved you for so long, and I was so lost when we stopped….whatever it was that we were doing. I love you NateMare” You admitted. He stared at you for what felt like an eternity before rushing forward and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You were vaguely aware of Nate awkwardly walking out of the room, only vaguely. When Mare pulled away he smiled at you, “I missed you so much Y/N” He whispered before uniting your lips again.

Nathan: “Nate” You turned to the singer behind you, “After we broke up, I thought I’d get over you, that I’d move on...But I couldn’t. Nate, I need you. I...I love you” You rushed out. He grinned and pulled you into his chest, burying his nose in your hair

“I love you too..” He whispered into your ear, You smiled at him and kissed his cheek quickly.

You chuckled gently as Mare cleared his throat, you rolled your eyes as Nate made a sweeping motion with his hand, signaling the Demon to exit the room. Mare huffed and you heard the door close. Nate grinned and kissed you again. And boy oh boy can singers hold their breath.

Darkiplier: “Dark” You said slowly, both boys looked very disturbed but didn’t say anything as you stood and walked out to find the emo nightmare.

You found him in his office, which wasn't a big surprise, doing paperwork. What for, you didn’t know, but he looked up as you entered. Closing the door behind you, you turned towards Dark, “Hello, Dark… I was just wondering if you’d..um, like to go to dinner tomorrow…?” You asked, shifting your weight back and forth nervously. Dark gave you a sickeningly sweet smile and stood. He quickly walked around his desk and took your hands, bringing one up to his mouth smoothly and placing a delicate kiss on it. You could feel your cheeks redden at the contact and you looked away. The evasion didn’t last long however as you felt Dark grab your chin pulling your face towards him so he could maintain eye contact, “I would love to have dinner with you, Dove” He said, voice smooth and enticing, with a hint of foreboding underlying his words...You can’t help but wonder if you made the right choice.

Wilford Warfstache: “Wilford” You smile, he always makes you smile, not to mention he's the entire reason you're here in the first place. Ignoring the boy's questioning glances you stand up and head for the kitchen where you could smell the overly sweet scent of Wilford baking sweets.

Entering the kitchen the smell of baking sweets hits you in the face like a wall of cotton candy. Wilford stood in the middle of the kitchen mixing a bowl of some kind of batter, you grabbed the sugar and held it out to him, he took it and muttered a brief thank you before turning back to mixing. After a moment he froze and whipped around, “Y/N! To what do I owe the pleasure dearest?” He asked, looking you up and down.

“I thought I’d help you” You smiled, grabbing an apron off the wall and tying it around your waist. He smiled at you and stepped to the side so you could grab the other bowl and start mixing. You began the familiar motions of mixing in the eggs and other ingredients.

Once everything was mixed into the batter you started pouring the sugary confection into a pan. You glanced at Wilford and saw him quickly looking away, you smiled and dipped your finger into the batter before wiping it on his cheek. He froze for a second before his face split into a wide grin. He turned to you and flicked a bit of flour at your face. After just a few minutes both of you were in an all out food fight.

The both of you were covered in frosting and batter by the end of it. Wilford was a giggling mess and you slumped to the floor with a huge grin on your face. Wil sat beside you and you leaned against his shoulder contently. . There was flour where flour had no place being and you had eggs smashed into your hair, Although Wilford didn't look much better, there was frosting dripping off his mustache and he had cooking oil all over him, there was sugar coating his hair and he had chocolate all over his face.

He looked over at you and smiled “Well, That was fun Ms. Y/N” He said leaning back against the cabinet, You smiled and nodded happily, leaning your head on his shoulder. You felt Wilford stiffen for a second before pressing a kiss to your head, “I love you” he murmured quietly. You looked up at him, “I love you too” you declared softly, he smiled and you both spent hours on the floor together.

Bing: “Bing..” you murmured as if realizing it for yourself for the first time. You smiled and stood, rushing from the room and to Bings. Luckily Google wasn’t in there, but Bing was charging on his side of the room. His eyes opened when you entered, he smiled at you curiously and tilted his head.

“Y/N, your heart rate is elevated, and your body temperature is raised by one point five degrees, are you sick” He asked, smile faltering slightly. You laughed and shook your head

“No, no Bing, I'm not sick” you stepped closer to him and smiled before placing a kiss on his cheek, “I just made a choice” you laughed softly at the look on his face.

After the shock was gone, his face broke into a grin before he pulled you to him and he kissed you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss. When you pulled away he laughed, “Anti is gonna be pissed”, his eyes sparkled, “Let's go tell him” he said mischievously. You laughed and shook your head, what a doof.

Antisepticeye: “Anti-” you started, you were interrupted by a victorious whoop as Antisepticeye himself zapped down from the light bulb, you, Mare and Nate jumped before you glared at the glitch, “You were eavesdropping?” You scolded, Anti shrugged grinning,

“Oh come on doll, you know you loooove me~” He chided, you blushed scarlet and looked away, Anti laughed and looked at the males on either side of you, “you can leave now” He said, his voice left no room for argument and both Mare and Nate patted your back leaving the room. You watched them go and as soon as the door closed Anti practically tackled you to the bed. You let out a small yelp and were about to tell him off but warm lips on yours killed the words in your throat. You smiled into the kiss and pulled away slightly, panting,

“Yeah...I think i love you” You said softly, Anti smiled and reunited your lips.

“don't think about it too much, your circuits will fry…”

Google: “Google….” you said, the name coming to you with a shock, apparently it also seemed to be a shock to your current company as both of them went still. Although neither of them stopped you as you stood and walked out the door. After searching for the AI all through the house, you found him in the living room, Wilford must have changed the house around again, because it was upstairs today… Google was sitting there unmoving, he seemed to be in sleep mode and you gently tapped his shoulder and watched as his eyes cleared slightly and he looked up at you,

“Y/N, It is good to see you are well” He said you nodded and sat beside him ,

“Yeah, Google...can I talk to you?” You asked looking at him, his face seemed to contort slightly to show his confusion

“Yes, of course Y/N” He said tilting his head like a puppy (Think confused Castiel from Supernatural)

“I-well, I like you. A lot...and was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime?” You asked looking away shyly. When you didn't get a response you looked up to see Google completely frozen, you laughed a little, “Don't think about it too much, your circuits will fry..” You joked, that seemed to snap him out of his daze and he looked at you, glitching slightly, “O-Of course I-I’d like to acc-ccompany you “ He said glitching his words. You smiled and kissed his cheek, you could've sworn you seen a little smoke come out of his ears…

Lightiplier: “Light” You said with as oft smile, you remembered how he saved you that first day, he's always been so sweet and kind to you. How could you not choose him? The boys didn't seem to have any objections as you stood and made your way to Lights room.

You took a deep breath and stepped up the the angels door, knocking lightly (hehe, get it?) you stepped back and waited. You shifted your weight as the door swung open and Light came into view, he looked mildly surprised to see you, “Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, stepping aside to let you in. You smiled at him and stepped inside,

“Well, I was wondering if you’ve been to the japanese garden on Cable street?” You asked looking up at him, he frowned slightly,

“I can't say I have, why do you ask?” he said looking down at you,

“I was wondering if you'd like to go...with me..” You said looking at your feet, you could feel his gaze locked on you and you looked up at him to find him smiling radiantly,

“Y/N, I would love to go to the garden with you. And everywhere after” He said pulling you into a hug, you smiled and hugged him back.

Host: “The Host” You stated. You sat up leaving the room before either could say a word. You knew where the Host would be, so you went straight to the library. Opening the door into the library you smiled at the scent of old books and ink, you walked along the aisles of books, dragging your fingers along the spines of the old books.

After walking to the farthest corner of the library you smiled at the Host who was sitting in a weathered brown chair with a braille book in his lap. Upon sensing you his fingers halted their movements along the paper, “The Host stops his movements in favor of describing Y/Ns beauty, but finds himself unable to find words for such a magnificent creature” He narrates, you giggle softly and sit in the chair across from him “Y/N sits in the tattered chair and the Host can't help but wonder why she is there” He speaks, You smile at him and stand, you walk over to his chair and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, when you pull away you can see the shock on his face alongside a furious blush,

“That's why I’m here” You whisper in his ear. You stand to walk away but a strong hand grabs your wrist and pulls you back. You turn to see the Host standing behind you, his book discarded on the chair as he pulls you into a deep kiss. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck as his hands find your waist, after what feels like hours you both pull away for air and you find Host grinning at you.

“I love you Y/N, I’ve loved you since we first met, and you described the sunset to me. I’ll always love you” He whispered. You smiled back at him and kissed him quickly,

“I love you too” You admitted, and you couldn't have been happier.

Platonic(No One):

(This one is for my Asexual babes or anyone who just wants friends)

“No one. They're all like brothers to me.” You sighed Standing, “Mare, call everyone downstairs” You said, Mare nodded and burst into grey fog that disappears into the vents, “Come with me downstairs” You told Nate, He smiled at you and stood, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you two left the room.

Once you were in the common room, everyone in the house slowly filed in, either sitting somewhere or standing. Once everyone was present you spoke, “All of you are my family. And I couldn’t choose any one of you because I love all of you, platonically” You said, there was an unsettling hush until Bing broke the silence,

“Does that mean you're leaving” He asked shakily, You shook your head quickly

“No, Of course I’m not” You said, the entire room visibly relaxed and Bing shot forward tackling you in a hug, soon Light joined, then Host, and Wilford, Mare, Nate, Anti, Google, Even dark pulled his head out of his ass in order to join. And it was then you realized, you were with your family, your friends. You were home…

#Full House

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pendragonfics · 7 years

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Detective, Detective

Paring: Jake Peralta/Reader

Tags: gender neutral reader, fluff with plot, amnesia, abduction, butcher - occupation

Summary: Jake Peralta is in a pickle. It comes with his line of work...just not usually like this.

Word Count: 1,194

Posting Date: 2016-06-16

Current Date: 2017-05-14

Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head Jake Peralta, one of the best detectives in the 99th Precinct of Brooklyn, thought otherwise. It might have been the first time in thirty years he had shut up at the right time. Maybe if Jake had done it earlier, he wouldn't have been in the middle of this whole mess.

"So, my buddies and I are going to ask you a question. I'm takin' this gun off of you, and you're gonn answer. Got it?" the heavily accented man told him. Jake tried his best to assess where he was from - Florida? Texas? Flexas? - but his mind was whirring beyond belief in fear. Sure, he'd had better days, where he hadn't been gagged and tied up and woke up after being drugged in what he could only assume was someone's basement in New Jersey, but he tried not to think of that.

He could think of many things as the man with sweaty baloney-smelling hands took off the pantyhose from around his face. Jake could think of Rosa scowling over her cool aviator sunglasses about how he was a dumb-ass getting into the situation single-handedly, or hot dog vendors and puppy videos on the internet and free comic book day downtown at his favourite stoor. But what he thought of, really, when he had all these things flying around in his overworking mind, was _____ ______, the second best detective in the nine-nine. His best friend, and, according to Boyle, his 'lover'. Yeah, you two made out a lot and did Valentine's Day gifts and attended couples events, but he didn't think there was a label for how cool the two of you meshed.

Jake thought a terrible thought that he would never see ______ again.

"Hey! I'arm talkin' to you!"

"Mmm-hmm," Jake hummed. He flexed his jaw, and blinked a lot. The pistol was away from his face, thank goodness. He was a cop and even with his practice he didn't much like firearms waved around, let alone put on someone's body part. "I hear you."

Slap. "No smart-arsing, son," the man who held the gun scowled. Licking his teeth, he paced around the chair Jake was strapped into better than a baby's car seat in a soccer mom's minivan. Just before he took a deep breath, Jake noticed two things; one, his breath also smelt of meat, and that he almost looked like Garret from Agents of S. H. I. E. L. D.

"Are you gonna interrogate 'im or not?" a buff man grumbled.

"Shut yer' cake-ole, Berkley!" Jake flinched. If there wasn't a hundred percent chance he would be shot on site if he complained, he would immediately do so, and begin with the unnecessary scare tactics. He'd already pissed himself. "Alright. So, Jack -,"

Jake frowned. "Jack?"

The men shared a look between themselves. "Jack Patterson?"

Jake shook his head. "No-ope." he popped the 'p' slightly. "Wait. Did you guys kidnap me and drag me to New Jersey to hold hostage and get the wrong guy?" his eyes bulged in incredulity. "I assume you're after this Jack guy."

The buff man who spoke up before palmed his forehead. "You got the wrong guy, Berkley."

Garret from Agents of S. H. I. E. L. D's lookalike waved his hand around in confusion. It was also the same hand which held his gun. "How am I to know - he looks almost the same as the guy, and his name sounds the same -,"

Jake made a noise. "How'd you know my name? I'm not in uniform."

The one who had taken the pantyhose gag off took Jake's phone out from his pocket, and showed him the screen. The background, a picture of him and _____ was filled with texts - texts from _______. "This person kept sending you messages, calling you by your name, dude."

With limited movement, Jake gestured to the chair he was almost fused to. "Want to help a guy out, fellas?"

Before anyone could move, the sound of a door being kicked in sounded from behind him. "Nobody move! NYPD!" a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Hands in the air, you're under - Jake?"

He perked up. "_______?"

Jake wasn't sure. There were a lot of familiar voices he knew that sounded a lot like ______'s voice. It could be Santiago or Terry for all he knew; Jake could have been still affected by the drug they used to knock him out.

"Oh, Jake - how is it you manage to get yourself into trouble so much?" _______ hummed. Jake, glancing up saw your face concentrating on the untying of his bonds. "I mean, I turn my back for five minutes -,"

He shook his head. "You were reading a cafe menu and I went to get a hot dog from the vendor and then I woke up here. It's not your fault!" He protested.

The face of _______ raised an eyebrow. "Why were you going to get a hot dog? You had just eaten lunch."

Jake shrugged his shoulders. "Ah, well. You found me though, so that's good."

"Peralta. How you manage to play nonchalant after what has happened, I will never know, but Jake ..." _______ looked into his eyes, their (e/c) eyes searching his, "Please be more careful. I - I love you. I don't want to see you get hurt ... I know we're in a bad job for that, yeah, but please take care."

Jake is still. He hasn't taken a breath since their pause, and his mind is racing. It's a lot to process, those three words _______ has just confessed.

________. They love him.

"Babe ..." They whisper. "Talk to me. Oh, God, shit. Sorry. Shit. You - I'm sorry," you wince. "Geez, I thought -,"

He cuts _______'s spiel, leaning forward, still tied up, into their face, and almost too quickly but so slow, Jake is kissing them. It's magic, it's perfect. It's what he wants.

"Love you too, babe," he whispers.

"Peralta. _______."

He looks up, to see the familiar voice. It's Captain Holt.

"Captain," _______'s voice is weak, possibly ashamed to have been kissing a coworker after their drugging and abduction on duty hours.

It's silent for a moment. Then,

"When you are ready with Peralta, I will be outside with the paramedics to assess him. Detective, detective," he bids, and leaves the two of you to your own devices.

"So, is it true?" Jake asks.

"No, I was not reading a menu at that cafe, I was checking out your butt in the reflection of the window," _______ bows their head.

His eyebrows skyrocket. "I do have a winning tushie. No, doof, the love confession. The I love you."

_______ nods. "I've had a crush on your for what, eighteen months? And we've been going out for four of them?"

Jakes eyes widen in surprise. "We've been dating?"

You laugh. "I am so retelling this story at every thanksgiving from now until eternity. The day Jake Peralta forgot I was his pretty significant other due to being drugged by a secret underground ring of butchers and dragged to New Jersey."

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