#screaming because i realized he looks like DIB

[short-circuit-2]

a dude and his lovable pet dog :]

#screaming because i realized he looks like DIB #this is one i had in the works that i only recently finished heehee #my art #postal #postal dude #postal 2 #champ

[cdragons]

Fuck Everything, But Mostly Fuck You

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Summary: You have never, EVER, in a million years hated anyone the way you hated Felix fucking Catton.

Warnings- MDNI 18+, Felix is delulu, Reader is stressed and homesick and kinda crazy but she a baddie, Michael is Michael, Farleigh is Farleigh, Oliver will be Oliver (a creep), and author has spent too much time researching Oxford crap for this mess for a crack fic to be a crack fic

Author's Note: This fic is a follow-up to this post and I would like to thank grammarly for catching all my grammatical errors 🥲, @ethereal-athalia for enabling my crazy ideas 🥰, and @valeskafics for providing me Saltburn smut when I catch myself thirsting 😇

“FUCK!” you yelled at the top of your lungs just before your nose slammed down on the dewy grass.

Groaning in pain before the mortification of realizing what had just happened kicked in.

You didn’t know what was worse: the fact you had a full front view of the giant’s junk or that he body-slammed you onto the ground and caused you to land on top of the painting worth 30% of your final grade.

You wanted to scream your head off. The paint had finally dried, and you could finally leave the studio at two in the morning. It was close to finals, and pretty much anyone on campus who didn’t get accepted because of their daddy’s bank account was in their dorms. You had hoped that this fact would mean that the paths were empty and, therefore, safe to transport your 30” x 40” canvas.

“SORRY!”

You shot your head up to locate the person who just apologized. Lo’ and behold, it was the same plastered, pasty cunt with a bird’s nest disaster of a haircut drunken idiot who decided it was a good idea to go streaking across campus. His only other distinguishable features were that he was at least 6’3” and that he had a small steel piece pierced on his face.

After the “apology,” he and his friend continued running off to God’s knows where in the dead of night—leaving you behind on the lawn with a bleeding nose, bruised knees and palms, and an oil painting that was torn and caked in mud three days before its deadline.

There was no way to redo it. The project was assigned at the beginning of October. It took 5 hours to set up the models with the motifs and lights, 3 hours to take pictures, and 10 hours to underdraw the preliminary sketch. You didn’t even want to think about the sheer number of sleepless nights you spent in the studio mixing colors and layering. On top of that, you also had your other finals in other courses to study for.

You had practically been living in that studio for the past month. All of the custodians and security guards knew you by name. You got first dibs every day when they refilled the vending machines. It was a true godsend when you didn’t have time to visit the dining halls. Everyone had been so kind and sweet to you. It was a warm welcome compared to the snark and snobbery you experienced from most of your classmates.

Crying from the devastation of the loss of your situation, your shaking legs carried your body and what remained of your work into the building. You knew that your professor stayed in her office late for grading. You could only hope that she would sympathize with your pitiful appearance.

“Wait, so did you get the extension?”

Lifting your head from the sticky library table at Bodleian’s, you stared at your best only friend, Michael Gavey, with a blank stare. You didn’t react to his wince after he took in your haggard appearance. You didn’t need a mirror to know that you looked terrible.

Your eyes were puffy and bloodshot red with dark mulberry bags underneath them. You had paled since coming to dreary England, but now you looked straight-up sickly. And if that wasn’t enough, your eyes had less life than a dead fish rotting at a Sunday Market.

Your voice was so meek that you were sure he had to strain to hear you.

“Yeah…I got it.”

You knew you had no choice but to beg your Studio Arts professor for an extension. But it killed you doing it. Professor Daria Martin was your favorite teacher and the only faculty member who actually liked you. Her support toward you meant everything to you; the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint her, let alone be the reason why she lost her job.

Your usually so snarky four-eyed friend perked up at the news.

“So, is everything okay?” he asked with hope.

Your head fell on neon-yellow ink-stained pages that filled the paperweight your ethics professor called a textbook. A bitter laugh fell from as your lips lifted to a wry, dry grin.

“Oof, not that simple, is it?” he asked.

“Is it ever?”

“So what do you have to do now?”

“Well-,” you lifted your head to take a deep breath as you started to explain, “- I still have the photos and copies of the sketch. But because the canvas was so large, it was special-ordered. That means I need to wait until another one can be delivered, and since all the works need to be completed in the studio, I can’t leave the campus.”

As you finished your explanation, Michael nodded his head in understanding before he paused, and a look of devastation painted his features.

“Wait, so does that mean-”

“I won’t be able to fly back home for the holidays.”

Fuck, you were about to cry again. You had been so excited to see your old friends and family. You remembered how absolutely homesick you were at the beginning of the term. Because you were a scholarship student from America, your parents encouraged you to settle on campus by moving to your dorm earlier than everyone else. It was bad enough that you missed Thanksgiving, but you had really set your heart on coming home for Christmas and New Year’s. What made it worse was that your parents had told you all about the dinner they had planned for your homecoming. It was going to be a feast of all your favorites.

English food sucked balls.

Your only saving grace was the Crunchie bars Michael got for you when you studied together or when you had to rewrite edit his essays.

You really DID cry after first reading his essay for Introductory English class at the beginning of the year.

“Did you try to report it?”

“Report what? ‘Hey, there’s a wasted asshole running naked across campus, and he body-slammed me to the ground and tore my fucking massive campus that blocked my view of the jackass. He’s probably richer than the goddamn Queen, given how he’s wasted right before finals.’”

“Do you have any description of him?”

“He’s a giant with a small eyebrow piercing, and his fat ass looked like it had never seen the sun.”

Without lifting your head, you heard the scrape of Michael’s chair before he walked across the table to sit in the chair next to you.

“Hey,” he began, bringing you into a warm arm hug, “it’ll be okay. You called your parents about it, right?”

“Yeah -” you sighed before continuing, “- they told me they understood and would Skype me daily.”

“See! Everything’s going to be – wait, did you say that this guy was tall?”

Furrowing your brow in confusion, you looked at your friend at the change in his tone from light and supportive to sharp and interrogative.

“Yeah?”

“How tall?”

“Umm,” you had to think about that, “I’d say he was about 6’3” or above? He was really fucking tall.”

“And he had an eyebrow piercing?”

Ok, now you were really confused. “Yes? Michael, where are you going with this?”

“I think the guy who ran you over was Felix Catton.”

You shot your favorite idiot with a deadpan glare.

“Felix Catton? The same Felix Catton who just so happens to be the same Felix Catton you hate?”

Michael solemnly nodded. “It’s him. It has to be. The only person on campus as tall as him is his cousin, and he doesn’t have piercings.”

“And he’s black.”

“Yeah, that too.”

You were skeptical, and it showed. You didn’t want to callously dismiss your friend, but you knew more than anyone how much his hatred for Oxford’s Golden Boy could impair his judgment. You were by no means a fan of the guy, but accusing someone of anything they didn’t do just because your friend thought so went against your principles.

He grabbed your arm and dragged you to the bookshelf in front of the table where Felix and his groupies sat. Both of your books and bags were in your chairs, but you managed to keep your spiral notebook with you. It wasn’t hard to find them – they were the loudest table in the entire library. They also reeked of cigarettes and booze.

“See?” Michael hissed. “Giant, pale, and eyebrow piercing. It’s him!”

“Michael,” you softly groaned, “just because you hate Felix Catton doesn’t mean you can –”

An extremely shrill voice interrupted you.

“I can’t believe you and Farleigh actually ran around campus naked!”

A petite girl with full pink lips and dull red hair latched on the arm of the man of the hour. “It was so hot to watch!”

This girl has weird-ass tastes in guys.

“And then how you crashed into that dunce at Ruskin! Brilliant!”

Your blood ran cold while another one of Catton’s faceless droning puppets chimed in.

“God, what an idiot! It’s their own fault, anyway. Who the fuck walks in the middle of the walk path with a fucking big canvas in front of them?”

One of the lessons hammered into your skull young was never to move before you think. That lesson had saved you ten ways from Sunday. But this was not one of those times.

You’re pretty sure that you hear Michael calling out your name as you walk away from the shelf and towards the overcrowded table. Tunnel vision took over you as you made your way to the overgrown idiot who almost cost you your entire future.

Grabbing the back of his shirt collar, you dragged the 6’5” towering fool on his ass all the way outside. You finally let go when the two of you reached the back of the building that had no windows.

“Hey, what the fu –”

You didn’t let him finish as you brought your fist to hit him square in the face – and, fuck, did you relish the crunch that immediately followed your swing.

Fuck, was his head killing him.

Felix should have known better than to have gotten cross-faded last night, but Farleigh had practically goaded him to do it. It’s not like his cousin ever had to worry about his grades for any of his courses during finals – the little shit-starter had always been so fucking academically gifted.

He skipped pretty much all of his morning classes and barely made it to his afternoon schedule on time while completely zoning out the entire time.

If he bombs on all his finals, his dad was going to absolutely murder him. But chances were he and his mum were going to be too busy entertaining whichever new friend his mum brought in for shelter.

“You alright there, champ?”

Felix swiveled his head too quickly and immediately groaned in pain. The motion made his hangover even worse. Rubbing his eyes to try to soothe the pounding in his head, he slowly opened them to look at his cousin.

The slag didn’t have the decency to look even a little bit affected from last night’s event – the fucker. No, he was sitting there with all Cheshire grins and gleaming eyes while Felix was two seconds from heaving his guts out.

“Yeah, I’m alright, mate.” He replied in a tired groan.

“Must have been quite the night. Wonder if it had anything to do with that little cocktail you took from our sweet Annabel’s belly button?”

Disgust was clear on Felix’s face as he recalled the body shot he had taken from his ex-FWB’s navel. He truly must have been off his rocker last night – he thought he was over with body shots since graduating secondary, but apparently not.

If he somehow got an STD from doing it, V was going to kill him.

But even with all of his horrible actions that caused the raging war inside his skull, that wasn’t the main cause of his misery.

Farleigh’s grin dropped as judgment painted his features.

“Oh,” he moaned, “please tell me this isn’t about ‘your angel’ from last night.”

He didn’t just take the dare of streaking across the grounds just for the hell of it. He needed an excuse to pass through the art building – all for the chance of seeing you.

You. His angel of paints and books who lived in the empty studio rooms of Oxford University’s Ruskin School of Art and whose presence harangued him every hour of every day. Everywhere Felix went, he would unconsciously look for you.

It was his soul calling out for yours – he knew it.

Felix had never felt so drawn to another human being in his entire existence. He’d never seen you outside of the libraries, art building, and maybe the dining hall if he was lucky. You never went to any parties or even had a drink at the pub at King’s Arms. He didn’t even have classes with you, but he knew Farleigh did. Word was that you and his cousin had shared a few classes – what’s more was that you were likely the only person who could go head-to-head with him in academics.

And to make it worse, the prat refused to tell him anything about you – not even your fucking name.

“Believe me,” he told him after Felix had been begging his cousin for hours to share anything about you, “she is way above your league.”

Which really hurt his feelings, by the way – sure, you were probably way above in book smarts, but there wasn’t a girl that remained indifferent to his charms after a good talking fucking.

“I still can’t believe you won’t at least tell me her name,” Felix complained once more, “or even just give me her number!”

“She’s an American here on scholarship and a bore,” he quipped back, “what’s there to tell? And can you please shut up? I want to get some reading done before tonight. You do remember the in-class essay we have tomorrow, right?”

Bloody hell, he did not. Pushing down the bitter feeling in his chest, he and his cousin made their way to meet everyone at the back. As soon as he sat down, Annabel clung on to his arm. Thank fuck he had been wearing one of his thicker jumpers – otherwise, her claws that she called nails would have ripped open the fabric.

“Hey, Felix!” she made sure to offer a very generous sight of her cleavage, “are you ready for tonight?”

Felix chuckled lowly before responding. “Aren’t I always?”

And just like that – he completely zoned out the rest of the conversation.

Annabel was probably saying something to get him to notice her, and Farleigh was likely responding so he wouldn’t have to – but Felix couldn’t be bothered to pretend to care.

He was lost in the living daydream that was his angel that haunted the art studios of Ruskin School of Art.

He was desperate to learn everything about you.

If he asked you to talk about your favorite books, would your eyes sparkle in delight, or would your smile widen in glee?

If he grabbed your hand, would your palms feel marred by his rough skin, or would you press your callouses to his?

If he pressed his mouth on yours, would your lips feel as soft and plump as they look? Or was their luster forever damaged by your teeth biting them whenever you were in deep concentration?

If he breathed in your scent at the crook of your neck, would your skin smell like the paints forever on your brushes or the musky pages of heavy ancient books you always carried in your arms?

If he planted kisses from your throat to your breasts, would you mewl in pleasure or whimper in anticipation?

If he touched your cunt, would you arch your back in ecstasy? Or would your legs crumble, and you would have no choice but to sink into his arms?

Felix’s thoughts were rudely interrupted when Farleigh jammed his bony elbow into his ribcage and hurriedly whispered.

“Look alive, Golden Boy.”

Looking forward, it was better than any of his wet dreams combined. It was you.

Your hair was loose, and your fists were clenched. You reminded him of a ferocious lion goddess with how focused your gaze was on him.

But before Felix would prepare himself to make a good impression, you walked behind him and grabbed the back of his shirt collar before fucking dragging his ass out of his seat and outside.

Bloody hell, for someone so much shorter than him, you were fucking strong.

When you finally released your grip, he fell on the ground like an idiot before he tried to stand and steady himself as quickly as he could.

“Hey, what the fu –”

You didn’t let him finish as you brought your fist to hit him square in the face – and, fuck, you might have actually broken his nose.

After staggering back, you started using the spiral notebook in your other hand to land blow after painful blow on his body.

“YOU. STUPID. FUCKING. INGRATE –” Each word that left your mouth was emphasized with another hit from your notebook “– I. HATE. YOU. YOU. RUINED. MY. PAINTING. I. SPENT. SO. MUCH. TIME. ON. IT. AND. NOW. I. CAN’T. GO. HOME. FOR. BREAK. BECAUSE. OF. YOUR. STUPID. SELF!”

Felix was confident you had more to say, but you were pulled off him by your friend – he’s pretty sure it’s Mitchell – by the waist with you kicking and screaming out profanities to him as your friend called out your name to try to calm you down.

He wondered what it said about him if he told anyone how much you looked like an angry cat. His parents would send him to a shrink if he told them how adorable he found you right now.

If you were this wild while fighting, he could only imagine how riled up you would get in bed.

Fuck, you might have just unlocked a new kink in him.

Catching his breath as he watched your friend drag you away into the distance, he heard a slow clap to his left.

Farleigh was leaning on the corner – his smug expression making it clear that he had seen the whole thing – as he looked at his cousin with a bemused expression before walking toward him and giving a sympathetic pat on his back.

“Well,” he started to break the tension, “at least you know her name.”

“Yeah,” Felix agreed, “I know her name.”

And he knew that you smelled more like the paints on your brushes than the books you carried with subtle notes of gardenias.

Tagging: @aemondsbabe, @ethereal-athalia, @aphroditesmoon, @barbiedragon, @valeskafics, @lexyysworld, @punkiwiki, @saltburnedme, @arcielee

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#saltburn x reader #saltburn #saltburn crack #saltburn au #felix catton x reader #farleigh catton #farleigh start #venetia catton #oliver quick #michael gavey #saltburn 2023 #saltburn movie #michael gavey x reader

[saeist]

a headcannon that nobody asked for! overprotective itoshi brothers

if there's one thing that sae and rin can at least get along and agree with, is that no one ever touches their baby sister aka you. like we're talking about no boys breathing within a 1 meter radius from wherever you're standing or they're getting it type of overprotective.

and if anyone tries to cross that border, well, get ready to pray for their sorry asses for even attempting to do such thing.

so when the infamous u20 vs blue lock match was happening, you bet your ass sae and rin (telepathically) were both "concerned" for your being knowing that they'll have to face the most dreading question one could ever ask the two brothers,

"who's that chick that has the same long under lashes like you?"

you were seated at the VIP area where all the rest of the teams families were also staying at. you noticed some had their player's respective jerseys on. you on the other hand, having brothers on both opposing teams, you could only do so much. you only had one balloon from each team in each hand.

hey, it's the thought that counts.

the first half of the match just ended and that means it was time for the half time. there, you took the opportunity to cheer for your two brothers, so they were aware of your presence.

"sae-nii! rin-nii! over here~♡" you wave

even if they were both on the opposite sides of the field, both sae and rin simultaneously looked up to find your voice

and of course that also means that their nosy teammates are also looking at your direction because, what do you mean there was another itoshi that they did not know about?

(both brothers purposely left out the vital information that they did in fact have a little sister because you know..)

"woah! who's that cute chick" otoya was the first to jump on rin. followed by karuso who also said the same thing

"rin, you have a little sister?" isagi joins in the little circle surrounding rin who looked like he was gonna bite somebody's head off.

"she's pretty" chigiri comments, also looking up at you. "long under lashes really run in the family~" bachira says in a singsong voice, waving at you

"everyone shut up!" rin barks, breaking away from the little circle that formed. by little i mean almost the entirety of the blue lock team (yes. including the bench warmers)

"rin-nii~ don't be mean" you yell from above, poking your tongue at him. rin gives you a "not the time' look that he usually gives you at home but to you it was fun to see rin so worked up because you know he's the one that gets verbal when it comes to you

there was a sense of satisfaction when you hear his team laughed and teased rin. choruses of:

"yeah rin-nii chan don't be mean to us~☆"

"just tell us her name, rin! we won't bother you again!"

"if i pass you the ball, would you give me her number?"

on the other side of the field, there was only one person sae has to look out for and that was no other than the man, the myth, the demon himself, shidou ryusei

when your familiar voice rang through sae's ears, you can only imagine what his face was. he clicks his tongue in annoyance and hesitantly looks up at your direction, wary that his teammates would also be looking with him

to his dismay, some were looking with him because who had the guts to call sae like that out in the open?

"she's hot isn't she, under lashes senpai~" he hears shidou tease behind him. sae reacts to this by giving him a good ol' wack on the head.

"that's my sister, you demon" sae spat, internally grimacing that shidou had those kind of thoughts about you. no, not on sae's watch. although, the realization only dawns upon sae that he just openly admitted that he had a sister

shidou somehow lived up to his insect nickname by jumping and zooming around sae in happiness or he says "i'm releasing dophamine~♡". while also screaming about how he now has dibs on you.

"you fucking demon. she's off limits"

sae may be shorter than shidou but damn, can he really threaten someone like it was nothing. shidou lowkey cowers in fear but he doesn't let that get to his head. in fact, he thinks this might be one hell of an opportunity to push the prodigy genius off the edge for once in his life

"if i score a hat trick, i'm getting her number. bet?" shidou proposes in a sing song voice. this agitates sae further. quickly shutting his offer with a simple, "hell no."

"then.. can i get yours instead?"

"if it means you backing away from my sister then i'll consider"

#blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #bllk imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #sae imagines #rin imagines #sae itoshi #rin itoshi #itoshi brothers #sae itoshi imagines #rin itoshi imagines #bllk scenarios #blue lock scenarios #oib lore

[emeraldspiral]

A while ago I made a post about episode premises that would deal with the skool setting and Zim's cultural misunderstandings and one of them was about Zim getting cast in the skool play and getting way too into the role and I'd just like to expand on that for a moment.

Like, something I feel was really lacking in the comics was the element of horror, so I think it'd be great if this concept brought some of that back in by leaning on stuff like Perfect Blue and Black Swan as sources of inspiration/satire. Kinda like how Bolognius Maxiumus was supposed to be "The Fly, but stupid".

So maybe it's like, Zim decides to audition for the play because he realizes that humans worship actors so becoming one might be the key to taking over the earth. Zim gets cast in the lead role, but the play is Jekyll and Hyde, and Zim's really good at playing Hyde, but sucks at Jekyll. Zim doesn't want to lose the role to an understudy because that would ruin his plan, so he decides to try method acting and gets way too into it and starts to lose his sense of identity. He's also really paranoid about Dib trying to sabotage him and it's ambiguous whether he actually is or not. Or maybe Dib is trying to sabotage Zim, but Zim is also imagining incidents that didn't happen or Dib had nothing to do with.

In the scene where he's supposed to murder someone with a cane, he wails on his scene partner like it's real, but the prop cane is made of rubber so the kid's just quietly whispering, "Ow! Not so hard! Lighten up!" while Zim gets applauded for his unhinged performance in rehearsals.

At one point he walks into the bathroom and sees "ALIEN" written on the mirror and frantically tries to wipe it off.

Eventually, Zim's misbehavior/inability to play Jekyll gets him kicked out of the play, but on opening night he sabotages the understudy who replaced him and takes his place, becoming fully immersed in the role. At the end of the play, Zim is supposed to drink a vial of poison. The prop is filled with water colored green with food dye, and since water is poisonous to Zim for real he has an authentic reaction to it, screaming in agony and having fits of convulsions until he faints. Everyone assumes it was just part of the act and carries on with the ending of the play where his body is discovered, only for Zim to wake up in the middle of it, claiming to be fine, although he has a horrible rasp from burning his throat. Zim's costars follow his lead in an improvised ending where Jekyll summons his robot dog to fly him home to have his squeedily-spootch pumped. The play gets a standing ovation from critics who don't want to look dumb for not understanding the "bold creative choices", which incites the rest of the audience, sans Dib, to follow suit.

#invader zim #zim #dib #dib membrane #zadr #if you wanna reference the sex scene in black swan

[lazypeachsoul]

Housewarming

Summary: A housewarming party that turns a bit warmer that one might expect.

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x fem!reader (no Y/N mention)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ only. Oral sex (f receiving), a slight embarrassing situation. can't promise it's good smut because it's my first time writing it, but enjoy.

masterlist ; requests are open

Too busy arranging some sliders on a plate you ignored the company you now had in the kitchen. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of arms wind themselves around your waist that you realized sweet Robert had found his way to you.

“How come it’s our party and I haven’t been able to talk with you since everyone arrived?” He murmured, lips pressed against the crown of your head.

“How come it’s our party and I haven’t been able to talk with you since everyone arrived?” He murmured, lips pressed against the crown of your head.

“How come it’s our party and I haven’t been able to talk with you since everyone arrived?” He murmured, lips pressed against the crown of your head.

“Because I’ve been busy being a good host.” You shrugged, trying the perfect position for the appetizer. “And you were too busy talking about the best film. And best book. Oh, don’t forget the best record.”

You both laughed thinking about the amount of debates that had taken place during the party. Most of them with Jake and Phoenix as main debaters and Maverick or Penny as the moderator. It was chaotic, and borderline stupid that those topics seemed to rile your friends so much. But you knew Bob wouldn’t change his found family for all the money in the world, and you couldn’t be happier to consider them family too. 

“I didn’t even have to talk, Phoenix has enough strong arguments to destroy Jake.” He joked while moving his hand from your waist to the sliders, trying to snatch one before you before you slapped his hand away.

“Those are for the guests! I’m trying to make them look pretty.”

“I can’t believe I’m not allowed to eat in my own house, that’s a sacrilege.” He huffed, trying again to reach for the plate. “You wouldn’t let me go hungry, right sunshine?”

His sweet voice against your ear was almost enough to let your guard down. Almost. 

“I wouldn’t let you go hungry, Robby, of course not. But the guests get first dibs, it’s part of being good hosts.” 

“Sunshine, they are friends. Do you really think they would notice if a plate was missing something? We spend months living on carriers, whatever you give us is gourmet.” He argued, squeezing his arms around you softly before pressing a soft kiss against your neck. “But I do like this new side of you. You look beautiful, fleeting around our house and playing the perfect host.” 

You felt heat rise from your belly at his words. Or maybe it was because his lips kept pressing closer and closer to that spot under your ear that made your knees buckle. He was playing a dangerous game, knowing the living room was full of people who were probably close to realizing that you weren’t with them. But the move had been stressful and it didn’t allow for much time together, which made you almost wish you didn’t have to move. 

“Our house does sound incredible.” You mumbled trying to move your neck away from his lips like the rational part of your brain screamed. “Robby, stop. Our friends are here.” You bit your lip when you felt one of his hands move towards your hip and grab it. “Your boss is here.”

“You can’t call me that and expect me to stop, sunshine. You know what it does to me.” You did, of course you did. But the irrational part of your brain didn’t want the moment to end. “And our friends are fine, Phoenix has enough in her for another debate.” He spoke against the shell of your ear before pulling your back against him. “I just want some time with you.”

“Later.” You tried to reason but it sounded weak even to you. He pressed you closed against him, making it very clear that waiting until later wasn’t in his plans. “Not here, everyone can see…”

And for a moment you thought you had managed to convince him to stop fooling around until you were alone again. But that thought quickly disappeared when you saw his hand move towards the counter to knock the sleeve of crackers you had set aside for the charcuterie board. 

“Robert Floyd! Don’t play with the food.” You tried to scold him but the entire situation was too funny to even sound serious.

“Oops, how clumsy of me.” And the same way you couldn’t hide your amusement, he couldn’t hide the audaciousness behind his movement. He moved away from you but before you could start missing his body heat he returned to his position with the fallen crackers in hand. “These are too broken, my love. You know what?” He left the snacks on the counter before he held your hand and started pulling you towards the door left of  “We should go to the walk-in pantry that you wanted so bad when we were looking for a house.” 

You could only giggle at the implication of his words and suddenly the charcuterie board became the most unimportant thing. As soon as you stopped fighting his pulls and looked to the entry of the kitchen, making sure nobody was looking for you two, Bob knew he had won this battle and a bright smile took over his face. 

“And we need to go together?” You asked sarcastically, knowing there was no fighting it anymore. 

“Of course, what if you go lost in this big new house?”

Bob gave a final strong pull to get you inside the pantry, wrapping his arms around you before closing the door with his foot. You turned around ready to deliver the next sarcastic answer but were quickly shut up by Bob’s lips pressing against yours. A clumsy kiss that only fueled your need for it, your need for Bob. “God, I love you so much.” He mumbled when you broke the kiss for air, but remained close enough to feel his breath against your lips. “I need to thank you for organizing the party.” 

You hummed against Bob’s lips, kissing him again and wrapping your arms around his neck, wanting to keep him as close as possible in the limited space of the pantry. “And how exactly are you going to thank me?” 

You fully expected him to tell you everything he was going to do to you that night when you were alone again. To take this small moment to rile you up and tease you, leave you wanting more during the rest of the party. What you hadn’t taken into account is that your time with Bob had been very limited the last week, with grueling air training and never ending work. And he wasn’t willing to just stop after a kiss. His hands moved from their place on your waist, wrapping around you before lifting you from the ground and sitting you on the step stool that stood to the side. 

“You are going to sit there looking pretty.” He held your face with his big hands before kissing your lips softly, murmuring a sweet ‘as always’. “And I am going to enjoy myself between your thighs. It’s a win-win if you think about it.” 

He kneeled before you, wrapping his arms around your thighs and squeezing them softly. At that moment you were thankful you found a boyfriend as incredible as him, thankful that you chose a comfortable dress… hell, you were even thankful that you saw the idea for the step stool on pinterest. 

“Robbie.” You spoke breathily, anticipation getting the best of you. “Our friends-”

But your boyfriend stopped you before you could finish your sentence with a simple movement of his hands that were now parting your thighs. Taking the glasses off his face he folded them and threading them through the cleavage of your dress with an amount of precision that should be scary. 

“You hold onto them and try not to get us caught.”

You could feel the blood pumping through your veins when his rough fingers inched towards your dampening panties. Gasping when you felt the fabric shift and the air hit your heated skin. Or maybe it was the feeling of Bob’s face so close to your wet pussy that was making you gasp. “Robb-” “We have to make this quick, but I promise this is just a taste for tonight.”

You felt a soft kiss against your mouth, a gesture that Bob always had before he made you see stars. The first stroke of his tongue was always the sweetest, always accompanied by a groan from him and a need to brace yourself. You tried to hold onto the step stool when his tongue ran through your folds again but it wasn’t enough.

With every lick you tried your best to control your volume but it was difficult when the pleasure was only growing. You felt your body getting hotter and time seemed to stop. Looking down between your legs, seeing Bob looking back at you with glazed eyes while he sucked your clit only made you throw your head back in pleasure. Your mouth opened slightly, ready to let free the moan that was growing in your chest when the sucking stopped. “Don’t.” 

Inside your muddled brain you realized the precarious position you were in and clamped your mouth, deciding to instead bite your lip. “That’s it baby, we wouldn’t want to get caught when I’ve just started.” His voice was sickly sweet and you could see the lust in his darkened eyes.

Bob’s fingers made their way between your thighs parting your folds and making you whine when you felt his tongue circle your entrance. “So good…” You breathed and you swore you could feel his smile against your pussy. The hand that was still holding you leg open lifted it until it rested on Bob’s shoulder, allowing him to be closer to you and forcing you to thread your fingers in his blonde hair. 

Every lick felt electric in your body, every time he dipped the tip into your entrance and his nose bumped against your clit making the pressure in your lower stomach grow. You hadn’t realized how wound up you had been after all the work until you were spread in your pantry fighting to keep quiet. Your toes were scrunching inside your socks, breath now coming in pants and you tried your best to buckle your hips without falling. 

“That’s it, baby. I know you are close.” He whispered looking at you with glazed eyes and circling your clit with his thumb. “Cum for me, let go.” He moved his mouth back against your clit and with a harsh suck you felt the overwhelming pressure explode. Muscles seizing, hands holding harder against Bob’s hair and your hand falling between your shoulders trying to control the waves of pleasure rolling through you. “Attagirl.” 

And even with your blissed out brain you could hear the grin in his voice. He placed a wet kiss against the inside of your thigh before lowering it from his shoulder. Looking back at him you pushed yourself to move forward, lowering your hand from his hair to the neck of his t-shirt and pulling him into you for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, making you whine. 

“That was a hell of a thank you, flyboy.” You whispered, goosebumps covering your skin from the adrenaline and endorphins.

“It was my pleasure.” You wanted to keep kissing him but a noise on the other side of the door made both of you freeze. In a great effort you both raised from your places and straightened your clothes the best you could without a mirror.

“Bob? Are you here?” The voice spoke from the other side of the room and you recognized it was Phoenix who had ventured into the kitchen. 

You looked at Bob in a panic, wanting to push him out the door but knowing out of the two, trying to explain the messy hair and the bulge in his trousers would be complicated. You took a deep breath and tried to fix your hair again before stepping out the pantry and quickly closing the door behind you. 

“Hi Nat, anything you need?” You tried to sound inconspicuous but by the look on her face you knew she was suspicious.

“I realized both hosts had disappeared, so I was looking for Bob expecting him to be with you.” She leaned against the kitchen island and you leaned against the door of the pantry to mirror her demeanor. “Need me to help you with anything?” She spoke while pointing to the forgotten charcuterie board. 

“Oh, thank you for offering Nat but I just need the crackers and it’s done.” You shook your head. “That’s what I needed from the pantry.”

She raised an eyebrow and your heartbeat quickened. Natasha had become your best friend in the time she had been Bob’s pilot. And that position as your best friend meant she could read you like an open book. If she was looking at you like that, she knew something. 

“And you needed Bob’s glasses to look for the crackers?” Shit, his glasses were still hanging from the front of your dress. “And where are the crackers?”

You wanted the word to swallow you whole, but instead you felt the door of the pantry give slightly and a hand snaked from behind shyly. You quickly took the glasses and placed them on Bob’s hand, feeling yourself drown in embarrassment. The hand moved inside again and came out for a second time with the new sleeve of crackers. Idiot. You quickly took them and looked back at Nat who, after the entire interaction, looked to be holding back a huge laugh. 

“Looking for crackers, huh?” She spoke before she burst out, losing her battle against the laugh.

You cleared your throat, trying to swallow your embarrassment before moving back to the counter with the crackers to finish what had been so rudely interrupted. 

“Honestly, good for you.” You tried to hold a smile while arranging the plate but her words were making the best out of the awkward situation. “I wouldn’t have thought he had it in him to do something like that.” 

Both of you burst into laughter, a laughter that was only interrupted when you heard a door close with a bang. Turning you could see Bob standing outside of the pantry, glasses now on and hair still a bit messy. “You know I can hear you, right?” His cheeks were rosy, not sure if it was because of the embarrassment or the comments of his friend. 

You started laughing again, this time not even your boyfriend could hold it in. Thank goodness it had been Natasha walking in on you two and turned the awkwardness into good fun. Another person joined you in the kitchen when they heard the laugh coming from the kitchen. 

“Is this another party I have not been invited to? What is so funny?” Hangman spoke and it only made the three of you laugh harder.

#robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd fic #robert bob floyd fic #bob floyd fic #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #robert floyd imagine #robert bob floyd imagine #bob floyd imagine #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun maverick fic #top gun maverick #tgm fic #tgm x reader #top gun maverick x reader

[corie-is-writing]

↳ ❝ [S Y N P O S I S] ¡! ❞

Y/n L/n, a simple minded reader, is one of the biggest fans of a popular web novel, Twisted wonderland. In their shock after finding out it has ended, they froze in the middle of a busy street and got hit by a truck.

Dizzy and confused, they have awoken in a coffin in the world they adore so much, and must use their knowledge to survive and stop the boys from overblotting.

↳ ❝ [M A S T E R L I S T] ¡! ❞

↳ ❝ [THE CRIMSON TYRANT] ¡! ❞

˗ˏˋ The lion’s tail ´ˎ˗

The sweet scent of pollen mixed with a foul, almost rotten scent tickled your nose as you sneezed. Eyes a bit watery as the lush and blooming sight of herbs and shrubs blends in with the trees and bushes of the woods.

“Geuh…So many flowers.” You sneeze again.

Shortly after that joke you pulled, Trey had told you and your friends that the best way to apologise to Riddle would be by baking a mont blanc tart. So you and your friends decided to pick some (or rather, too many.) chestnuts to make it.

(Unfortunately to you, you were forced to apologise as well because the joke didn’t go too well.)

So now you and the rest find yourselves in the woods behind campus, picking chestnuts.

“Whoa! There really are a ton of chestnuts ‘round here!” Grim looked around, jumping excitedly at the sight before letting out a hiss– “Myah! The chestnut spines pricked my paws!”

You picked him up, gently caressing the hurt paws as his ears flatten.

“We can’t do this with our bare hands.” Deuce speaks up. “And we need something to put them in too.”

“Maybe we can find some supplies in the botanical garden?” Ace suggests, get a nod from you and Deuce.

“Let’s take a look.” Deuce says, taking the lead as he strides to the garden.

𓆩♡𓆪

Entering the garden, you greet the greeny scenes with a sneeze.

“You okay, prefect?” Ace asks, raising a brow in concern.

You nod and smile, “Just allergies, I’ll be fine.”

“This place is rather large, we should split up and look for a groundskeeper.” Deuce suggests.

“Sure, dibs on the right side.” Ace says, heading off while Deuce takes the left. You and Grim are left to continue looking around in front.

“Hey, come look at this!” Grim calls out, sniffing a bush of various kinds of fruit that emit a strong sweet scent.

“There's a ton of fruit growing here! Smells like they're ripe, too!”

You smile at the excited beast, and turn your gaze to the ground. Walking around– you notice something long flickering against the ground.

Smiling mischievously– you raise your foot and stomp it as hard as you can.”

“KYAAHHHHH!!”

You expected a scream, but not that kind of scream.

Clearing his throat, the victim of your actions scurries back as he sits up straight. Sending a glare that feels like a predator circling a helpless bunny to your direction with his fangs bared.

“Hey! You got some nerve steppin' on my tail like that.”

You smile, feeling your heart bang against your chest as you suddenly somewhat regret your decision.

But oh well, you never really liked him in the early chapters anyway so why hide it?

“Why, I’m so sorry sir!” You bow, your voice insincere and sarcastic. “I thought your tail was a grotesque snake, I never thought it was a part of someone.”

Your innocent seeming eyes land on his face as he gets up, he snarls at you and your act– his tail twitching as he huffs.

“Are you the groundskeeper?” Grim pipes in, eyeing the lion up and down. “Don’t think you should be talking to students that way, bud.”

“There isn’t anything worse than being in a good nap and havin’ somebody step on your tail.” The man huffs, you and Grim just think– ‘Why sleep here in the first place..’

Leona blinks, taking a good look at you one last time as realization sets in on his face. “You..I know you..”

‘Oh boy, here comes the daily “you’re magicless” reminder.’ You sigh, staring blankly.

“The one punch kid?”

“What.”

You feel your brain go blank as you stare, dumbfounded. “One what.”

Leona ignores you as he gets all up in your personal space, taking a whiff of your scent.

“What the fuck are you doing.” He takes a step back at that, his nose scrunching up.

“When was the last time you showered?”

“When was the last time anybody loved you?”

Leona blinks, his brows furrowing at your words. Annoyance washing over him as he lets out an exasperated sigh.

“I guess it’s true..you really don’t smell of magic at all.�� He softly says, what does magic even smell like? “Yet you still managed to send those kids flying..”

You’re really starting to regret ever drinking anything, but at least the potion will hopefully be useful in the near future.

“Well, it doesn’t matter how strong you are.” The air turns cold as Leona digs his heels to the ground– his hip slightly turned. Guess the apology didn’t work. “You’re not getting away with stomping on my tail like that, that’s costing you a tooth.”

“What kind do you want?”

“What.”

The question catches both Leona and Grim off guard, slowly blinking at you.

“What kind? Human ones?” You repeat, a blank expression on your face as if it’s the most normal response in the world.

“Want them shiny white, gold, yellow, maybe a lil’ sharp?” Leona backs up.

“I don’t stop at just teeth too, I’ll give you a tongue if you want.” You suggest, “Or a nail, maybe a heart if the laws here are different.”

“What the fuck-“

“Leona! There you are!”

The three heads turn to the new guy calling out to Leona, walking towards him and sparing a quick glance at you and Grim.

“I knew I'd find you here! We got after-school classes today, reme-“

Before he could even finish, Leona immediately grabs his shoulder and drags him away.

“Wha- HEY?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

“Shut it, I don’t want to continue staying even a second here any longer.”

You watch as the two leave, pouting childishly. “Ah, poo~ I scared him away.”

Grim looks at you with a concerned expression, your face suddenly flicking to a more cheery and carefree expression.

“Oh well~! Let’s get the chestnuts already.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst mc #twst #twst yuu #twst grim #twst leona #twst deuce #twst ace #twst reader insert #twst ruggie #leona kingscholar

[theresawritesstuff]

“shh. there’s people in the other room”

Joel stared at her hard for a long moment, but to his credit he did lower his voice.

"You're telling me Lenny Bruce is coming here, to Steiner, to join in on our family vacation?"

Midge nodded. "Lenny and his daughter, yes."

"Why?"

"Because I invited them."

"Again, why?" he demanded, growing exasperated. "Why now?"

"The AC went out at Lenny's apartment and his landlord is dragging his feet about when exactly it's going to be fixed. I thought they would enjoy swimming in the lake more than sweating in the Village."

"And why is that your problem? They couldn't bum it with another one of his friends? Or stay at your apartment while you're gone? And where are they gonna sleep, hm? Is Lenny gonna bunk on the porch? Because I've already got dibs on the porch."

Midge's brow furrowed. "I thought you booked a place of your own this year."

"Yeah well the family of racoons currently staying there didn't get the memo!" he exclaimed, throwing up his hands before settling them on his hips.

"Your parents probably–"

"I'm not staying with my parents," he cutt off. "I will take the racoons over my parents. They're like newlyweds since Pop retired. I don't need to hear that."

She nodded, understanding.

"You can still have the porch," she acquiesced.

Joel nodded in unspoken thanks, losing some of his ire.

"And Lenny?" he wondered.

She didn't answer, instead folding her hands primly to herself.

"I see," he murmured in realization.

He fidgeted, fighting the urge to pace, to scream, to wretch in the corner.

"How long?" he asked finally.

"How long what?" she asked evenly.

"You know what. How long has this been going on?"

"Officially?"

He let out a sigh. "If that makes it easier, sure."

She considered her answer quietly before replying, "A couple months."

"A couple?"

"We didn't label it while he was in California but since he moved back…yes."

He nodded dumbly, losing the battle against his urge to pace the floor of the back room they'd ducked in. 

"And before California?"

She exhaled tiredly, keeping her prim composure.

"Joel, I have done my best to stay out of your dating life. I don't need to tell you everything. Lenny and I are together and it's been a long time coming." She held up a hand quickly in correction. "No I haven't been hiding it from you. My feelings for Lenny have nothing to do with you. He was a friend for a long time and then he eventually became more than that. It took us a while because we both had shit to figure out, but we're together now and we're happy. He's been clean for almost a year. I haven't formally introduced him to the kids but he knows my parents. Papa is frankly thrilled he's coming. I think Mama intends on getting her hair done as a way of staying out of mine."

She took a breath, looking away as she added softly, "His daughter Kitty is around Ethan's age. I think they'll get along well. I hope so at least…"

Squaring her shoulders, she looked him in the eye head on. "I just wanted to give you a heads up so you wouldn't be caught off guard. So now that you know...I'm due at the dock to help with the relay races."

She turned to leave and reenter the fray of Steinerites but Joel asked "Just one more thing?"

She turned back quietly.

It took everything in his power to look at her.

"Do you love him?"

A tender smile pulled at her lips, though she tried to contain it.

"I do."

Joel nodded, more to himself than than her.

With nothing else left to say, she walked out, leaving him to come to terms with the fact his vacation was about to be ruined by Lenny Bruce.

#Midgelenny #Midge x Lenny #tmmm fanfic #Steiner fic

[goshdangronpa]

I’m no mystery writer. I can’t promise airtight murder cases. Still, I have quite a lot of ideas for the first chapter of "I DISAGREE: An Ibuki Mioda SDR2 Protag Swap AU." Let me piece together something - or some of something, anyway - for our new protagonist to piece together in her first pitched battle against sheer despair. Strap in, cuz it’s a long one.

We've All Been Looking for the One: The First Trial

The Monokuma File only confirms the obvious. The victim: Chiaki Nanami, Ultimate Gamer. Time of death: when else but in the dead of night? Cause of death: impalement, as evidenced by the gushing tunnel connecting gut and back.

Ibuki screamed even louder than Hiyoko, drawing everyone - including the bear. Hajime vomited. Byakuya fell on his knees. Fuyuhiko bemoaned the bastard who did this. Mikan broke down. Monokuma cheered. Everyone else cried out. But with a limited window before the imminent trial, there was no time to grieve - only to investigate.

Let’s follow the investigation and trial through the main suspects:

Nagito finds the Ultimate Kendoka’s sword at the bottom of the swimming pool, definitely not where Byakuya had stowed it after confiscating it. Only this could be the murder weapon, and surely only its wielder could use it so effectively. Her do-nothing demeanor could be a put-on for all anyone knows, and her being barricaded like every other patient means nothing when Chiaki also somehow escaped.

<Peko Pekoyama!>

Fuyuhiko vigorously defends her, leading everyone to question why he paid so much more attention to her than anyone else. Ibuki notes that before even knowing the girl was sick, he noticed that she wasn’t at the restaurant and rushed to find her. Peko says they should stop hiding their connection. That’s how everyone learns that the two have known each other practically since birth. The Ultimate Kendoka is the Ultimate Yakuza’s lifelong bodyguard and companion.

Ibuki thinks it’s adorable that he did so much to protect her. The others feel differently …

<Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu!>

A few things become clear: the killer needed access to the sword, and they couldn’t have been stuck in a room. So, either a patient with help from staff (Fuyuhiko released Peko, who killed Chiaki) or a member of the staff on their own (Fuyuhiko did it himself to cure Peko). Fuyuhiko had already shown a willingness to kill before this sudden pivot to nursing. Maybe he volunteered specifically to become the blackened after all!

“No, that’s wrong!” Hajime’s been practically nonfunctional after seeing Chiaki’s corpse. Though he’ll never know it in this AU, her presence in the trials would’ve grounded him in a way no one else could, enabling him to suss out contradictions and find the truth. This is what allows another person to become the protagonist. With Fuyuhiko in the crosshairs, though, he’ll finally spring into action. “Peko would’ve died too,” he continues, “and he’d never let that happen.”

A few other clues will vindicate the pair. I like the idea that Hajime is Fuyuhiko’s alibi because they spent the whole night in bed together. Kuzuhina fans, rejoice! (Fuyuhiko, too straightedge to let the implications stand, insists they just watched samurai movies until they passed out.)

This is when Ibuki and Mikan realize something crucial. “She wasn’t acting like herself,” Fuyuhiko says about Peko’s recent behavior shift. He’s the only one who’d know what any patient was like before the island. It’s no coincidence that they started acting weird when they fell ill. The illness itself radically altered their personalities! “It’s like Opposite Day Disease,” Ibuki shouts, “or Being-Really-Different Disease!” (And this is why I chose Peko as one of the infected!)

Monokuma confirms their theory, but claims dibs on naming the malady he invented. He dubs it Despair Disease.

<Byakuya Togami!>

Up to this point, Ibuki’s mostly been little more than a contributor to the trial’s progress. Byakuya Togami dominates the conversation with his self-proclaimed leadership role. His keen observation skills and high intellect back him up. What he can’t quite manage is to piece together a clear narrative of the night’s events, though he still expects everyone to catch up with him.

Several things become clear:

The staff were around the contagious patients long enough that someone could’ve caught Despair Disease from them.

The symptoms of the infected cleared up after Chiaki’s murder, though the exact timeframe is unknown.

Hajime and Fuyuhiko are each other’s alibis.

Ibuki and Mikan, having also shared a bed (Hiyoko: “Hey, is that hotel a love hotel?”), are each other’s alibis.

(I've learned that two people can’t just be each other’s alibis. Just assume there was an awkward moment, very late at night, where Mikan and Fuyuhiko tried sneaking out of what they both know to be, respectively, Ibuki and Hajime’s rooms. They both ducked back in and apparently stayed.)

No one saw Byakuya after the group split and left Ibuki’s room.

Byakuya was the one who insisted on storing Peko’s sword.

He also insisted on keeping its location secret from everyone else.

The alleged leader and protector of the group doesn’t take the subsequent accusations well. (Being the only one on staff who slept alone that night doesn’t help.) Ibuki’s confident that he’d never murder someone in a million years, but vibes alone aren’t enough for others to drop their suspicions. This is her moment to shine as the protagonist! Her vivid imagination allows her to conceive possibilities that wouldn’t cross anyone else’s minds and devise creative solutions that most would immediately dismiss.

One funky idea I had for how his name gets cleared involves Chiaki’s nails. While examining her corpse, Ibuki notices dark marks beneath them - flesh, torn off when the victim fought back. Kitty had claws, but who bears the claw marks? Only one way to find out: “Quick! Take off your top!” With no choice but to remove his dinner jacket and undershirt, Byakuya shows no signs of that damage on his chest, arms, or back.

Pants are out of the question. At least, not until others expose their upper halves first. Despite Teruteru’s insistence, they start with the boys:

The slim Fuyuhiko is free of marks.

So is the surprisingly wide-chested Hajime … “but,” Ibuki teases, “you already knew that, didn’t you, Hiki-chan?”

Nagito has scars, but they’re old. Mikan correctly guesses they’re from past surgeries.

Kazuichi, who’s been near-catatonic since being discovered in his room, is reluctant to move, let alone strip. Ibuki recalls that his crazy pecs were exposed throughout his entire hospital stay. They thought that finding him with his jumpsuit zipped up was a sign of normalcy …

The others urge him to comply. With great reluctance, he unzips. This action reveals a bloodstained wifebeater.

<Kazuichi Soda!>

More on the murder and execution, next week.

PREV: The Killing Game's First Victim

NEXT: The First Blackened

#I DISAGREE: An Ibuki Mioda SDR2 Protag Swap AU #danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #goodbye despair #ibuki mioda #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #peko pekoyama #kazuichi souda #byakuya togami #mikan tsumiki #tsumioda #kuzuhina #happy birthday Sonia (apparently)! my gift to you (apparently) is a promise to violently destroy Kazuichi #my tip to writers of serialized fiction: BACKLOG #I definitely touched up a few earlier posts as I wrote this one to insert hints and plant future evidence and stuff #didn't have to edit anything already published

[kbgw1234]

Went to the bughunter and the narcissist cookbook in Columbus and hands down it was my favorite show I’ve ever been to, and it was a great first concert to go to by my self

I’m 4’10” so standing shows are usually hell, I either get their early enough to get first row and then have to have the balls to keep it for the entire show or I have to make my own fun in the back of the room

Thankfully I got dead center front row, no one had a better view than me, I knew going into it that I would have access to the bar for water but I was fine with that as long as it didn’t get to hot

Oh dear god did this not go according to plan

So bughunter comes on and he plays and I fucking love every song, even though admittedly I’d only heard them once or twice, but once he starts playing it’s like I magically know the words like I’ve heard it a million times before, they feel like home in a weird way.

But then he stops playing, and I can feel the heat start to get me, I now in the safety of my home can say there were a couple of times in show I felt a little woozy. Which explains my behavior when this random fucking guy noticed I’d been staring at him for a while, well not him but their water, I jokingly tell them this, and with out a thought they offer me a sip, assuring me there was only water and lime in it. And let me tell you that sip was the best water I’ve ever had, better than any 2 am glass, better than fresh ice on a hike. Was it a bad idea to drink from a strangers cup? Yes absolutely. Would I do it again? No probably not. Do I have any regrets? No because this was the thing that made me realize how badly I needed water, but again I can’t lose my spot, so my dehydrated brain comes up with a plan, ask this random guy to hold my spot so I can run out while the crowd is not so packed,slam some water and run back, for some reason trusting people to adhere to the dibs rule

The first part goes off with out a hitch, I run drink some delicious water in cups way to small(for what the place lacked in air conditioning it attempted to make up for it with serve yourself water) and right as I’m heading up for my third cup, the wheels fall off the plan

Because I forgot time was a thing. I forgot that when this tour says 10-15 they mean 10-15. And suddenly the narcissist cookbook, the band that dragged me through my post birthday depression and my finals season anxiety, is playing good morning sunshine, a song I’ve had to stop playing bc I was driving a car and driving and crying is a bad mix.

In an instant the crowd smooshes back into its usual solid form and I’m all the way in the back. I’m debating just making my own fun in the back but no, I need to get back up there. I’m going to do it. At this point I hadn’t even pushed through the membrane of 6’3” guys who line the crowd, to but my height into perspective, I was actually actually scared of getting hit with an elbow to the face on accident so to avoid injury I had to move quick. I spend good morning sunshine behind this wall, always looking for an opening, and then as he’s getting ready for my ass is a dump truck I see it, a couple leaves the row ahead and I go for it. Pushing past people a head of me to get to that bubble. I can now see the guy who’s holding my spot and some of the band

Eventually the band stops to tune a bit and water guy turns around and sees me and pulls me forward, giving me my dead center spot back which is where I spend the rest of the night

I scream sing every song I know and love the ones I don’t

About half way through the set they play their nightly cover which ironically is “let it go” and I swear to god it actually got colder in the room

Anyway that night was awesome, no regrets and I’d do it again in a heart beat

#narcissist cookbook #bug hunter

[webbyweeb]

Characters: Genya, Suma, Hinatsuru Tanjiro,

Summery: you get isekai’d into your brothers favorite anime and end up in a game of tag with one of the most underrated characters.

Warnings for cussing and odd humor.

You’re it!

“I won’t die, thanks Suma-sama.” “Suma! She’s already promised you she won’t die 3 times let go!” “I CANNTT!! YOURE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS [NAME]! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WHILE YOU’RE GONE?!” Hinatsuru finally freed you from Suma’s grip “[name], run!” “I PROMISE I’LL BE BACK IN 7 DAYS!” Around 5 hours ago you left the Uzui household for final selection, and somehow you already miss your adoptive household. It was chaotic sure, but it came with reassurance. Here it’s just… Quiet. Oddly enough, you seem to miss them. You thought you’d do anything for a break from their flamboyance, but their flamboyance came with the comfort of not needing to think of much else. Like how you and your brother got pulled into his favorite anime that you know close to nothing about. This final selection thing was really hyped up so you hope it has to do with the plot so that you can find him, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You doubt yourself more with each passing second until you bump into someone, you bow immediately and he mutters an apology under his breath before walking off before you could apologize yourself. Processing the new information you think ‘Did he not have eyebrows?’ The two girls started talking and so you assume the main character has arrived, you celebrate internally. ‘Yes! I’m so smart! Or intuitive? Maybe I’m not that smart… Maroon eyes and crimson hair... remember that. Where is everyone going? Oh shit it started?!’ You didn’t hear what the girls said and all you could do is hope it was monologue, not life or death information. You ran through the forest and tried to find somewhere relatively cleared out where you could see things coming and run away easily. 7 days, You only could bring food for 3. You find a nice spot and start picking up leaves and debris, getting more and more worried as the area keeps getting quiet at certain intervals. Apparently it was for nothing because you made it to the day without a demon encounter. ‘Now that it’s safe I’ll go look for remanence of examinee’s, maybe I’ll find [brothers name..]’ You start off in the clearest direction heading towards a river that you hear. You pick up a few hanten’s that you found along the way, got some river rocks and refilled your bottle. Going back you picked up your campsite of everything that fell during the night and started making sound traps to trigger incase a demon or person sneak up on you. You used your hori hori to dig out a platform and starting weaving wood to create a door. You can sleep in a two foot hole, if there’s a door it’s a home right? No. You didn’t compensate for your poor attention span and ended up getting lost until afternoon. Unfortunate… You took a nap in your Minecraft dirt shack laughing to memes from your own world.

You woke up when a rabid animal tried to attack you. That rabid animal was your idiot brother. “[Brothers Name?!] What the hell?!” “I KNOW YOU’RE HAPPY TO SEE ME SHUT UP!” “YOU WERE LIKE RUNNING ACROSS THE WORLD TRYING TO AVOID ME OR SOMETHING! WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE STARTED?!” “I climbed the wrong side of the mountain okay!!” “That seems like something you would do.” “WHAT?!” *roar* “Oh! So that’s what happened to jeremiah hart!” “You didn’t even watch that movie!” “MEME BREATHING SECOND FORM! PERFECTLY CUT SCREAM!” Your brother chopped off a demons head and you just stood there, unable to understand why that’s his breathing form. “Really?” “$100,000 game of tag, I call dibs on sapnap!” “BUT HE WON?!” “HAHA GOOD LUCK JIMMY!” “NO [BROTHERS NAME] WE JUST REUNITED!” You went after your brother and found him rather quickly. “TAG! YOU’RE IT!” You jumped up to the canopy and realized, ‘Oh wait that’s the dude I bumped into earlier… HE LOOKS SO CONFUSED I HOPE HE DIDNT SEE ME!’ “TAG!” “YOU’RE NOT EVEN IT!” “Oh I forgot.” “You tried to scare me and couldn’t.” “….” “You’re so annoying.” You hopped back to your campsite and started eating with your brother, mostly you making fun of him for not bringing any food to which he justifies with “They didn’t bring any in the anime!” So you call him a liar because hey, he can’t take advantage of you for not watching the anime! “TAG!” “…Eeh? WHERE DID THAT SUCKER GO?! HE DIDNT EVEN USE A BREATHING STYLE!” “HOLY SHIT IS THAT GENYA FREAKING SHINAZUGAWA!?! What did you do?!” “IM BLIND OKAY!” “Don’t tell me you mistook him for me…” “…” “[name]…” you look away “FRICK YOU!” “Hahaha!” “SHUT!” “And that kids is how I meet your father.” “NOT ON MY WATCH! THAT IS AN S CLASS PSYCHO!” “Oh yeah, cuz psycho’s play tag.” *roar* “MEME BREATHING, FUCK THE FORM! RICK ROLL!” “Dude, you’re luring all the demons out with your phat ass” “NO U- wait wait never-mind I like that” “gross.” “IM A NINE COURSE MEAL!~” “Yeah you are marechi..” “Ayo did that one just talk-“ “AAAAAHH!” “AAAAAAHHAHA OWWW!” “IT BIT MY DICK OFF!” “First time?” [In the near distance] “…idiots” “HEUEHA OW MY DICK AH FUCK!” Genya watched as the crazy person from before ran past his hiding spot. “TAG BITCH!” And how the weird girl from before found him and ran off with the crazy person. ‘Are they taking this seriously?’

The next day was a ton of crying and laughing and eventually passing out. Until late afternoon. “Tag!” You jumped awake, it was the guy from before. “DAMNIT!” You run after him. “HOW ARE YOU SO FAST?! YOU’RE NOT EVEN USING A BREATHING STYLE!” he jumps and you fall into the river. “NOOOOOO” you swear you hear snickering and you curse this weird boy. You decided not to get up because hey, you’re tired. “Are you alright miss?” ‘Is that main character energy I’m sensing?!’ “Fuck that no eyebrows idiot.” “Eeh?” “[NAME] ARE YOU DEAD OR SOMETHING?!” “I WISH I WAS!” You throw a tantrum and end up splashing the boy with maroon eyes, and your brother. “Sorry about my little sister! She’s a handful. My name is [brothers name], what’s your name?” ‘this is definitely the main character. He wouldn’t act like that normally.’ You glared into your brothers soul. “Ah! No need to apologize. My name is Kamado tanjiro! It’s nice to meet you!” “IM GONNA KILL HIM!” You run after the now identified as “Genya” in the direction you saw him run. “[NAME] NO!” “[L/N] SAN!” “WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?!” “Right here!” “ALRIGHT YOU STUPID IDOIT PREPARE TO-“ “NOOOO” Genya got away. Again. And now you have your brother on your back. “Take more interest in kamado-san! He’s not crazy! Someone has to balance you out!” “IM ENRAGED NOT INTERESTED GET OFF ME YOU FAT FUCK!” “For that, I don’t think I will!” “Tag!” “YOU TAGGED ME WHILE IM DOWN?! CMON MAN YOU DONT HAVE TO RUB IT IN!” “WHATS EVEN HAPPENING?!” “C-calm down [L/N]-san!”

I ran out of time again but I plan to continue this. I’d love some suggestions!

#genya x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer fluff #isekai #kimitsu no yaiba

[refried-ghost]

He didn't get a choice. No one did. Well, Zim did, but he didn't really count did he? He wasn't really apart of the family as much as Gaz and his dad pretended otherwise. No, they were just told to pack. The next day the movers were crawling through their house.

Gaz snapped and snarled. Dib panicked.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Dib skidded in front of the burly man. The mover peered over the box with mild displeasure. Dib squirmed not knowing how to approach this. He digs a sharpie out of his coat, writing 'fragile' in big blocky letters. "Be careful."

"Cool it, kid, your stuff will be fine." Dib looks up at the man's face for reassurance, but doesn't find it. "Come on. Stop blocking the doorway."

Hesitantly, Dib stepped to the side. He capped the marker. The worker went by. The teen watched, nervously fiddling with his sleeves and the marker. Eventually he managed to tear his attention away from the empty doorway and back to his half packed room.

He pulled the bedding off the bed tossed it into the hamper. Then he started struggling with the curtain rod.

"Leave that alone." He heard Gaz through the walls as he forced the last box shut. Quick to tape it.

Then he doubled checked what he could. Triple checked his laptop and backpack had everything he might need on hand.

And now Dib looked at his now so empty room. The bare walls, the stacks of boxes and the uncertainty of everything tugged at his mind.

He didn't know anything about where they were going or why? He didn't understand why the house was being sold. They had the money. And yet this was happening.

Last night's screaming match was especially nasty. Not that their father really engaged.

Zim never gave an answer.

"What do you think GIR?" The Irken stopped his pacing, pulling his hand away from his face and looking to the robot.

"About?" The robot asked with mirth, holding his feet as he sat.

"The human's offer? Should we move the base? Should I live with them?"

"Ooooo. You like 'em!"

"Answer the-"

"YOU LIKE 'EM!"

Zim blinked at him. Dragged a hand down his face and turned. "Pests! Come to Zim!" Then he looked up. "Computer, don't let them touch anything."

The doors opened allowing the pups to enter. Tart Tar, Blubber and Velx no longer needed to remain in the incubation chamber, but Zim often left them there anyways. Their colors were beginning to emerge in splotches and speckles on their skin and eyes.

One of them, Velx, ran up to him with a hug. The Irken flinched and with hesitation hugged back. Awkwardly patting them on the back.

Blubber looked at the screens with a frown, "um, why isn't daddy..." Tart Tar looked at him as he spoke, but he trailed off.

Zim's eye twitched as he realized what he was doing. He fake coughed, quickly holding the pup a way from him. They whined, "Nooooo. My hug!"

"Enough! I didn't call upon you because of 777 today." They look at each other with confusion. "An offer has been made and depending on my decision, the base may be packed up for a short time."

"Are you getting rid of us, too?" Tart Tar asked quietly. Velx flinched.

Zim frowned.

"That's not what happened." He looked away. "And no. You're Zim's students now! You have to stay." He walks over to here and pats her head. "BUT-" reeling back to his full height, a flash of hesitant expression- "That means you'll be in Voot of a while."

Tart lit up, letting out a big excited gasp. GIR did too, bouncing up and down. "Does that mean we get to go OUTSIDE?!"

Velx looked at Zim unsure how to feel. But Blubber's expression swiftly dropped.

"Not-"

"WE CAN'T!" He broke, beginning to panic. "We can't."

"What do you mean we can't Blubber?" She said defensively.

"We can't go outside. We'll get hurt. We'll never see daddy again..."

"Silence. Now as I was saying, not exactly. Well, we'll be temporarily be in the air, but you will not be getting out of the Voot. Is that understood?"

Velx rushes him again. "Yessir!" She wraps her tiny arms around him. Blubber takes a breath of relief.

"But I wanna go outside," Tart Tar tears up.

"Do you want to get sick?" He snaps at her. "We'd get sick!"

"This planet is filthy. It's disgusting. The germs," Zim shivers. "They're everywhere." He straightens up. "No. You'll stay in the Voot." He points at her, pushing the other away once again.

"But-" she hiccups. GIR notices and pats her.

"I've made my decision!" He said with a clap.

#refriedrambles

[hiddles-and-skittles]

How about a Bucky x reader,(with a personal twist): She had not been able to go near a water-slide since she was 5, after a near drowning incident! Even in her adult years, she was fully capable to swim- but could not indulge in certain water park activities.(I am 40, and still not able to go near slides without a racing heart, high pulse, legs shaking-and if being forced screaming my lungs out) So when Tony arranged a day off at the local water theme park, reader was so anxious to come along...

Water-Slide Dare

Pairing: Bucky x female!reader

Word Count: 1,032

Summary: You’re terrified of water-slides and you’re afraid the team will make fun of you for it, so when you’re dared to go on the biggest one, how could you refuse?  

Warnings: anxiety mentions, self-doubt, fluff!

Notes: First off I’m super bad at titles😅

I received two asks so I sorta combined them, I hope that’s okay! The other was about proving yourself worthy to the team because you don’t think they like you, but Bucky assures you they do.  

With the sizzling summer heat, you were certain you could fry an egg on the sidewalk, which meant it was finally vacation time for everyone in the compound. You'd hoped to see that theme park in California where they had a mock Avengers Campus or even a trip out of country, but of course, a unanimous decision lead to a trip to the waterpark. Hooray. It's not that you were disappointed, you just...had a history with them.

It was every kid's dream to tackle the tallest water-slide at the park, but it was a dream turned nightmare when you almost drowned. You were five years old when you swore to yourself you'd never go near another water-slide again. The only one on the team who knew what happened was your boyfriend, Bucky, so when you stood at the waterpark's entrance a few steps behind everyone else, he was surprised you even came along. And you were surprised they invited you.

The team only teased you because you were still new, but it made you feel as though you didn’t quite fit in with them. They didn’t know how you felt because you hid it from them, so if they hurt you, you’d play along. You volunteered to do things you didn’t want to in hopes of gaining their full acceptance, and no matter what you always said yes. It was the default mode for you; you didn’t think you were enough until you proved it time and again, and you were adamant to do so even though it was unnecessary.    

"You ready?" He asked you, kissing your temple.

"It's okay,” he soothed, “we don’t have to.” He reached to wipe away your tears, smiling down at you softly. Your mind raced with the thoughts of the team making fun of you because you couldn’t face a fear you’d had for years.

With a nod and a shaky breath, you responded a quiet "Yeah." And with his hand in yours, you both met up with the rest of the team.

"Alright, kids, time to literally blow off some steam," joked Tony.

"I call dibs on the wave pool!" Peter yelled, already taking off.

"Man, I just want to kick back and relax. I'm hitting the lazy river," Sam told Steve.

Clint tapped Natasha on the arm and pointed to the tallest waterslide you'd ever seen. "See that big guy right there? He's mine."

"Oh sure," she scoffed. "But I bet they'll want to race you to it."

You didn't realize you and Bucky were the ones in question until the silence went on for too long, forcing you to look at the team in front of you.

"Wh-me? Us?" You gulped, the anxiety immediately kicking in.

"Yeah! Unless you're...chicken," Nat taunted playfully.

The team let out a collective "ooooh."

"Come on, Nat, don't tease her," Steve chided, shaking his head. Bucky noticed your widened eyes and wrapped an arm around you.

"Leave her alone," he warned. Nat cocked an eyebrow.

"It's just a joke, Barnes. Unless she’s scared...?"

You shoved his arm off your shoulder. "I can handle it just fine!" You crossed your arms over your chest, challenging them with your eyes narrowed.

"If you say so," she smiled. "It's not like you've got something to prove." Her words cut through you and you huffed indignantly as you stomped away from the group and towards your impending doom.

"You don't have to do this," Bucky assured you, following in your footsteps.

"Yes I do!"

You reached the top in time to see the last two people jump in, and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you realized you were next. The guard motioned for you to hop up towards the entrance and you hesitantly took a baby step forward, your legs already trembling as you gripped onto Bucky for dear life. The splashing of water below did nothing to drown out the sound of the blood rushing through your ears. Your eyes screwed shut and you froze, hyperventilating as you recalled the traumatic event that instilled fear in you from an early age. Your heart rate accelerated and you lost track of time until you heard your name gently being called by your boyfriend.

"Hey, it's alright." Comforting arms draped around your body and you heard a steadier heartbeat against your ear. "Come back to me." When you regained your senses you saw the concern etched in his pretty face, his steel eyes searching yours to make sure you were okay. Suddenly you felt tears trailing down your face.

"I don't want to do this," you rushed out.

“But what are they gonna think of me when we get back?”

Before he could respond, the life guard loudly popped his bubble gum and your heads jerked towards him. "Are you getting on or not? Cuz there's like, a line." You turned to look back at the kids who impatiently stood behind you and stepped out of the way.

“We’re not,” he answered. He took your hand and started to lead you back down the steps.  

You almost walked past the team’s spot when you realized you were the only two there. “Worried for nothing, see?” he told you. “They’re not even here.” You laughed and wiped your face, sighing in relief. “You wanna go find Sam and Steve at the lazy river?”  

You cleared your throat when you got to the bottom. "I'm sorry I dragged you up there." He chuckled, pulling you into his side.  

“It’s alright, I got my steps in.” You smiled for the first time that day, nuzzling closer to him as you walked back to the rendezvous point. “You know they only tease you because they like you, right?” You shrug. “And even if they didn’t, who cares? That’s not your problem. But I promise, they won’t judge you for this at all, they really do care about you and they’ll understand.” Your whole body relaxed at his words. Even if you couldn’t trust the voice in your anxious mind, you knew you could trust his. And for now that was enough.  

“Yeah,” you answered, smiling and linking your arm in his. “I’d like that.”  

#bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x reader comfort #mcu #marvel #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes fluff

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ scenario: connor losing his mind when you're hurt and charging into the fight recklessly.

♡ pairing: connor kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but i'm living for these angst to fluff moments rn especially bc i rewatched reign of the superman and forgot how much i loved connor in it.

Connor watched as you were completely slumped on the side of the building, no longer clear headed and struggling to stay awake. what was supposed to be a clean and easy mission turned out to be more than what the league expected.

he had requested for back up and while they were already trying to fight off the thugs that were attacking Connor, he could still see that you were fighting to stay alive and he had no idea if you were even going to come out of this fight alive.

"what the fuck?" Connor whispered, seeing you now slumped on the ground. he turned to the person who attacked you, eyes fully red with no intention of holding back. Clark could sense his song was a second away from committing murder as he saw Connor charge into the heart of the battle with no game plan, just murder.

"SUPERBOY NO!"

+

you waved shyly to the group of league members as you hid behind Wonder Woman. you were new to the scene of sidekicks and had no idea how to even introduce yourself without sounding like a complete idiot.

"woah new girl!" you heard a male voice say as you stood in your place petrified. you had no idea who it was as Diana had yet to individually introduce you to everyone, "i call dibs!" you heard the same voice say.

Diana turned to you before grabbing the boy who was charging towards you by the head and tossed him back to Superman, "she's not up for 'dibs' Superboy. she's my newest apprentice and you will treat her as such," she threatened.

you giggled behind her as a few of the sidekicks introduced themselves. you knew them as the Young Justice team and although you weren't formally with the team, you figured Diana was training you to become apart of them in the future.

"( your hero name ), this is Superboy," Wonder Woman said, "he associated to the Super family," she explained as he pushed up his dark circled glasses and flicked his hair back, "pleasure is all mine," he muttered, shaking your hand.

you returned a tiny smile before she continued to introduce you to Robin and Impulse. you noticed how Superboy kept his eyes on you. you had no idea if it was because he liked you or he disliked you but every time you turned to look at him, he was already staring at you.

after introductions and the cliche 'your real identity is sacred' conversation ended, Diana felt it was for your own good to get used to your new 'teammates'. she wanted you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable around any of the YJ team even if that included Superboy.

"so, what do you like to do for fun?" Wonder Girl asked, sitting down next to you and handing you a bowl of popcorn. you shrugged, "uh, not much. I like to watch tv and read for the most part. no one really invites me to do things with them," you admitted, scratching the back of your head.

she laughed, putting her arm around you, "well that ends today! we should all do something fun! how about we go to the county fair? doesn't that sound fun?" she asked. you shrugged, not really opposed to the idea, "I call all the rides with ( your hero name )!" Jinny replied.

you smiled, following her and Wonder Girl out the door as Robin, Impulse, and Superboy followed behind you. Robin looked at him, "you like her don't you?" he asked, already calculating the minute Connor had fallen in love with you.

"well she's apart of the team, i'd like to hope we'd all like her," he replied as Robin shook his head, "no, you get what i mean by that," Robin pressed as he could see Connor's face fall with realization. he didn't reply but he could tell what he was tell Connor's real answer through his face.

as they arrived to the fair, they all booked it to the first food stand they saw. Robin offering to pay for everyone being Bruce Wayne's son had its benefits. you ordered a simple coffee as you didn't want Robin to spend too much on everyone.

"what ride should we all get on first?" Jinny asked excitedly. you pointed to the tallest ride, it was one of those high rides that sat two people at the top and had them spinning around, "oh I can't do that. it's way too scary," both Keli and Jinny said.

Superboy smiled at you, "I'm down if you are," he said as he grabbed two tickets from the worker, "cool," you replied as the two of you walked to the line, sweat already building up from nervousness.

once they sat the two of you and made sure you were both buckled in, you stared at Superboy nervously as the ride started up and pulled you up before immediately starting to spin. you stared at Superboy, screaming for you life. you unintentionally grabbed his arms, not realizing you were holding onto him as you continued to yell.

Superboy chuckled, finding your reaction cute.

+

after the months passed and you finally grew closer to everyone on the team, you were particularly close with Jinny and Superboy. you and Jinny shared a lot of common interests as she showed you how to shoot a gun and Superboy...well, everyone could tell the two of you were just seconds away from actually dating.

you walked into the YJ lair, sipping on hot chocolates with Jinny as the weather was turning cold. she was cracking some cringe dad jokes, trying to make you laugh as you tried to contain from choking on the hot chocolate.

"hey, where we yall at?" Keli asked. you turned to Jinny before giggling, "just doing a few errands we had to run before I had patrol with Superboy," you said, not really clarifying on what you both were actually doing.

although everyone could see how much you liked Connor, Connor himself thought you had a thing with Jinny. he knew she was particularly close with you and felt as though he was practically competing with her for your attention.

"do you have my phone?" you asked Jinny as she dug into her pocket and handed it to you. you grabbed your phone before quickly snatching her hat and putting it on, "yee-haw," you giggled into the mirror as Jinny started chasing you down the halls.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into Superboy and fell flat on your ass, "oh, I'm sorry Superboy, I didn't see you there," you groaned as Jinny grabbed her had and put it back on her, "you've yee'd your last haw," she said, making you laugh harshly.

Superboy's eye couldn't help but twitch as he gave you his hand, "ready for patrol?" he asked sternly. you looked to Jinny who crept away from the angry Kryptonian and left you to deal with him, "yeah, let me just freshen up again and I'll meet you outside," you murmured, going into the bathroom.

you quickly used the bathroom before checking if you had everything. you opened the door and walked into the lair's common area. Connor had yet to drop the angry attitude and everyone was eerily silent as you walked in. he grabbed you by the arm and practically rushed you out the door.

"weird," Jinny told Robin as he shrugged, "what isn't weird about him," he replied making everyone laugh.

patrol started extremely awkward. you hadn't felt this weird since you first started on the team and you had no idea what was wrong with Superboy since he wasn't telling you.

the two of you walked on top of roof, scanning the empty roads before you turned to look at him, "what's up? you seem bothered," you asked him as you both sat on the ledge, "seriously? you seem annoyed at me or something so at the very least you can try and tell me what's wrong," you pressured again.

he looked at you with eyes of determination before grabbing you by the collar of the shirt and pulling you into a very heated kiss. you were taken back by surprise but let him continue to kiss you. a part of yelled at Connor pulled you close but another part of him was still screaming at him that you still could've liked Jinny.

"I had to do that before Jinny officially took you away from me," your eyes fluttered in confusion, "uh, what do you mean by 'take you away from me'?" you asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

Connor sighed in frustration, "I see the way you're around Jinny and figured that she likes you and vice versa," he finally admitted as he stood up, not wanting to hear your response. you quickly stood up and grabbed him by the wrist, "hey wait," you said.

he stared at you, "I'm really not in the mood to get rejected ( your hero name )," he ran his fingers through his hair annoyed. you shook your head, "I don't like Jinny nor does she like me. we're just really close friends Superboy," you whispered, bringing him into another kiss.

this time, he was the one taken back but he melted into the kiss, all his negative emotions washing away as you continued to kiss him. he wrapped his arms around your waist as you him in closer by the neck. Connor was definitely not expecting this tonight.

"so does this mean that we're like....together together?" you asked playfully shy. Connor let out a laugh before lacing your hands together, "clearly. I can't let Jinny steal you away from me," he jokingly replied.

+

Connor ran to the three different henchmen as his strength was to the point of killing, not caring if he died in the process. he was recklessly dodging bullets, knowing they wouldn't do anything to him. he grabbed the first man and threw him against a wall as it collapsed around him. Connor only hoping that it did enough damage to unalive him.

the second one he managed to choke him out enough to the point where he passed out but that wasn't enough for him. you were on the brink of death and if he had to see you die, he was going to make sure the men who possibly killed you got what they deserved.

"SUPERBOY!" he heard his father scream again. Connor paid no attention to him as he grabbed the third henchman and slammed him to the ground, throwing punches left and right, "listen to me," Clark screamed at him.

he could see the tears coming down Connor's face as anger, fear, and sadness clouded his mind, "this is not you! pull out of it!" he yelled, shaking Connor's shoulder, "you're about to kill this man. I get that you're angry but you don't get anything out of hurting him. all you get it consequences and your girlfriend needs you right now more than ever!" he continued.

Connor finally shook himself out of his trance as he heard his dad telling him to go to you. Connor nodded and ran to you, seeing you unconscious and hardly breathing, "I'm taking her to the hospital," he yelled to Batman before hauling your body into his arms and flying towards the nearest hospital.

once he finally reached the emergency doors, he shoved everyone out of his way and to the front desk, "she needs help...NOW!" he yelled to the poor receptionist. the girl jumped up from fear but nodded and screamed for a bed and a few doctors.

the doctor asked Connor to place you on the bed before the doctor told him that he could follow them inside. a part of Connor wanted to straight up move the doctor to follow you into the OR but he knew that he'd get into more trouble with his dad and the MPD if he hurt anyone else.

for what felt like hours, he was waiting inside of the room they had told him you'd be in once you got out of surgery. he had already gotten the lecture from his dad about the consequences he would've gotten if he actually managed to kill the three men earlier.

"she's going to make it," the doctor told Connor as he walked into the room while they adjusted you to the bed. Connor nodded, "she'll be out of duty for months. she sustained a lot of injuries to her body that'll take weeks to recover and she got a nasty concussion so you'll need to play doctor for the next few weeks to make sure she's okay," he explained.

Connor nodded as the doctor told him that you should be waking up within the next few hours. Connor adjusted himself on the seat and got comfortable as he had no intentions of leaving your side until you were awake and ready to leave the hospital.

you woke up a few hours later, your body killing you from all over as you saw balloons all around the room. you knew you had landed in the hospital but you had no idea how long you were asleep or in a coma even. you turned to see Connor passed out next to you, his body slumped awkwardly.

"Kon, Kon wake up!" you whispered, shaking him softly. Connor jumped up in a fright as he immediately realized you were awake, "how do you feel? are you okay? do you need anything?" he immediately asked as you couldn't help but laugh at his frantic attitude.

"Connor, I'm okay, I promise," you whispered as you brought him in for a kiss, "my body just hurts and i'm still kinda tired," you murmured as Connor nodded. you managed to wiggle yourself enough to make space for him, "babe, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"I had to make sure you were okay so i haven't exactly slept in a while," he admitted sheepishly. you shook your head, "you're too much sometimes," you giggled as you put your head on his shoulder, "but you love me regardless," he replied.

this was the first time the L word had came up in the relationship, "yeah, I guess I do but now you need to sleep," you said as you closed your eyes and felt Connor pull you closer to him, "I love you too by the way," you whispered, giving him another kiss on his partially exposed chest.

#dc #dc x reader #dc imagine #connor kent x you #connor kent x reader #connor kent imagine #connor kent #superboy x y/n #superboy x reader #superboy imagine #comics #dc comics

[wormstacheangel]

Winter Wonderland

wc: 2k inspo by @archervale art here <3

It was a last-minute decision, involving phone calls, new festive outfits, and using Charlie’s special card. It was a Christmas miracle to get everyone on the same page, but eventually, all the small details were settled, and the family was heading to Minnesota. A huge lakeside cabin was waiting just for them.

Just in time for Christmas.

Jody arrived at the cabin with Alex and Patience only a few hours after Dean parked his Baby in the garage. Donna should be coming tomorrow morning with Claire and Kaia since they all went vampire hunting together. While Sam and Eileen are already on a plane to spend a few days with them before heading back to Ireland.

“Take a look at this.” Dean nudged Jody to grab her attention, Alex quickly scooting close to peek at his phone. He holds it out for all of them to see the video Garth sent him to apologize for not being able to make it.

Happy screams of little Cas and Sam saying, ‘Uncle Dean! Dean!’ came from his phone before the camera focused on little Gertie explaining that the twins were teething, so they couldn’t make it for Christmas.

“I’m an uncle.” Dean proudly said while Jody patted his head, a soft smile on her lips.

“That you are. And I hear you’re a Dad now?” Jody asked while Alex faked gasping. Probably already knowing the news from Claire.

“Sort of. I guess.” Dean shrugged. “Cas is the Dad mostly. I’m just…happy to help.”

“Call it what you want,” Jody continued as Dean embarrassingly put his phone away. Knowing damn well, she saw his lock screen of sleeping Jack and Cas. “Helping raise someone makes you an important person in their lives.”

“Well, aren’t you an expert on that, Mom.” Alex hugged Jody from around the shoulders, both smiling as if they had an inside joke.

“I sure am.”

Dean watched as the two of them walked around the cabin together, already talking about getting dibs on the good rooms before Claire showed up.

His eyes then fell on Cas that sat on the living room floor, waving hello to their guest while covered in tinsel that Jack just wrapped him in. An image he never thought he would see. His best friend or boyfriend or soulmate, if they believe in that kind of bull—they don’t—happily laughing as Jody walked over to hug him. Picking up Jack in her arms to give them a big kiss while Alex helps untangle Cas from the huge mess.

Dean always felt like something was missing from his life. Feeling that hole in his chest ache just a little less when Cas was around—feeling it hurt and sting when he wasn’t—but now, having Cas the way he does, he doesn’t even remember how it felt to be lonely.

Now, he realized someone always loved him even when he didn’t feel he deserved it.

He wondered if Cas knew that feeling was reciprocated.

It’s only been a few months since Cas came back, and their relationship has grown into what it is now. New. Scary. Awesome.

Add to that the fact that Jack decided they wanted to look their age—shrinking down to the size of a four-year-old—and Sam moving to a whole different country for a bit really shook him to the core. But he’s okay.

He’s better than okay. He’s good. He’s so fan-freaking-tastic that he is actually celebrating Christmas for real just because he can.

And best of all, because he has a big freaking family to celebrate it with.

“Dean, can you help Patience with the rest of the stuff?” He heard Jody call after him while she busied herself wrapping tinsel around Jack. Alex and Cas hung ornaments on the little Nephilim, but he didn’t miss when his boyfriend turned to give him a heart-stopping wink.

That dork. He thought when he went back to the garage to help bring in the rest of the luggage, noticing Patience standing outside.

She was staring out into the still lake, looking just as frozen as the water was becoming. He swung a purple duffle over his shoulder and walked over to her, making enough crunching noise with the pebbles at his feet to not startle her before he stood at her side.

“Hey. How’s my favorite psychic?”

She didn’t jump or even look away from whatever point she was looking at. She did let out a small huff of a laugh through her nose, though—he’s taking that as a win—before she answered. “My grandma isn’t going to be happy to hear that.”

“I’m sure she’ll agree.”

She finally turned to look back at him, she looked calm, but Dean could see she was struggling with something. She was smiling, almost teasing.

“What?” He asked, but she shook her head in response. Turning around to head inside while Dean follows behind her. “You’re not gonna tell me? Was it a vision?”

“Nope. Just,” She stopped and looked at him, watching him with sincerity as she said, “The view down by the lake must look really nice when it’s snowing.”

Before he could comprehend what she was saying, even looking back to see the lake and afternoon sun glimmering behind them, she was called by Alex. Leaving him thinking it was nothing to worry about.

The view is pretty nice. So he thinks as he takes the last duffle inside and closes the garage door.

The rest of the day is spent decorating the house and getting ready for Christmas day tomorrow morning.

Holiday music played through the speakers as soon as they figured out how to use it, and Cas was quick to dress Jack for the occasion. They ran around in a gingerbread person onesie while Miracle followed their every little step.

“Aren’t you going to change?” Cas asked, sporting his own festive outfit. A thick light blue sweater with festive Christmas lights decorating it. “I left it in our bedroom whenever you are ready.”

Our bedroom. Maybe it’s just the holidays, but he really couldn’t help the emotion that hit him at that very moment. He leaned into Cas’s space, stealing a small kiss as a thank you. For having his sweater ready. For coming back. For loving him.

Cas, wide-eyed and dope-looking, never failed to make his heart race, especially when he looks back down to Dean’s lips and lets out a shaky breath he didn’t need to take.

“Okay.” Cas sighed before he looked back at Dean’s eyes. “Are you going to um, change?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right up.” Dean winked at him before continuing to help Alex and Jack put up the Christmas lights around the house.

The deal is not to decorate the Christmas tree until everyone arrives.

Later, dressed in the red sweater Jack picked out for him—it had a big light-up Christmas tree in the front— they were all in the kitchen baking cookies for a jolly old man they were all still not sure was real. It wasn’t until Jack’s blue eyes started to glow gold that the argument ended.

Can’t have the kid create a fat white man coming down people chimneys.

“Okay! We’re going to take Jack and Miracle for a walk while Dads here,” Jody winked at them. Already taking Jack into her arms. “Clean up the kitchen. Is that cool?”

“Yes!” “Yeah!” Dean and Cas say simultaneously, ignoring the laughing girls as they all head out the door. Then, with one last reminder to bundle up, the front door finally closed behind them, and they were alone.

Dean didn’t hesitate when he turned to grab Cas’s face and pull him in for a kiss. Both of them laughed and smiled as they did.

And maybe it was that moment in the messy rented-out kitchen, Cas jumping to sit on the counter and pull Dean to stand between his legs so they can continue to make out like two love sick teenagers', that Dean really decided on what his future will be.

And it had Cas in it.

It had his kid in it.

And it had his family being happy in a place where they could see the sunrise and sunset from out their windows.

“I love you.” Cas brushed against his lips. Kissing Dean’s cheek before kissing his lips again. Softer. As if every move of the lips was telling a story—the story about how an angel fell in love.

“I love you.” And the human that fell alongside him.

“Hey! We’re here! Dean?” They stopped mid-kiss when they heard the familiar voice coming from the living room. “Cas?”

Dean laughed when he felt Cas frown against his lips, but they went out to meet Sam and Eileen with one last peck.

It was the early hours of Christmas morning when Dean couldn't hold it in any longer. Waking up with Cas snoring right into his ear and his body draped across Dean's chest was the happiest he has woken up. It was crystal clear now what he had to do.

"Cas?" Dean turned his head to kiss him awake. Then, gently combing the mess of hair with his fingers while he coaxes his boyfriend awake. "Sweetheart, wake up. I got to ask you something important."

Cas opened one eye to peek at him and then squished his nose to Dean's cheek. Using his mojo to strengthen his octopus hug.

"It's dark outside. Shhhh."

"But I wanna do something."

"Too tired."

"No! Cas," Dean wiggles out of his grip just enough to grab Cas's face. Then, watching as his sleepy eyes turn more aware. "I love you. You listening?" He gave a silent nod, so Dean continued. "Good. Cause I wanted to tell you that I–that I love you and I think--no, I'm fucking positive that I want to marry you."

"I…What?" Cas watched his face, rereading it before his eyes started to water. "Really? Me?"

"Yeah, dumbass," Dean pressed their foreheads together as they both let tears fall. "You. I want to marry you. Fuck, I want to be married to you and love you for, well for fucking forever cause you don't die and I ain't leaving you so we'll figure some shit out, but for now," Dean kissed him, and Cas kissed back with just as much love. "Stay. With me."

"Yes!" Cas smiled as Dean rolled him into his back, kissing every inch of his face. "This is so...I love you. Dean, I love you so much."

They kissed for a little while on the bed before something caught his attention out the window.

“It’s snowing,” Dean whispers, watching the snow slowly fall from outside the large windows. Remember Patience's words from yesterday before chuckling. Understanding now. “The view by the lake.”

“What?”

Dean sat up, pushing the blankets off them. “Grab your coat!”

“Dean? Wait!”

They quickly got ready half haphazardly to go outside. Dean drags Cas to the lake to get the perfect view. It was breathtaking.

“Merry Christmas, Cas.” Dean digs into his pocket and grabs a ring he bought in a shop months ago. Always wondered if he was ready. If he even wanted this, but now he was sure. He never wanted anyone else. “You wanna be married to me?”

He holds out the ring and takes Cas’s hand. Watching as he studied every move Dean made with watery eyes. “As soon as possible. Yes.”

“Great.” Dean slipped the ring on and brought Cas in for a kiss. Slow and soft as they both tasted tears while the sun rose up from behind the house. Making the lake sparkle along with the falling snow. “We’re married now.”

“Hey!” They both turned towards the familiar voice coming from the house. “What are you two doing down there?”

It was Claire; they had just arrived just in time. Kaia waved back at them while Donna yelled out a “Good morning!”

Dean held Cas’s hand up. “We just got married!”

“What the fuck?” Claire blinked at them while Donna ran down in excitement. Bringing them both into a hug. While Claire still shockingly gasped, “Married?!”

Dean chuckled, already excited to see the rest of the family's reactions.

#fic #wormstachewrites #wayward sisters and team free will 2.0 #destiel #baby!jack #dinner didnt burn but the cookies sure did

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Graveyard Siblings (3)

Some for revenge and some sibling bonding.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)

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Adrien was next to be visited. Plagg woke him up from his sleep.

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“Kit, wake up. I want camembert.”

“Plagg, silence. You are not getting any cheese if you do that.”

“Sorry, Adrien but you are not my ‘master’ anymore.”

“Plagg? Why are you here? Where’s the ring?”

“The ring is as far away as possible and kept safely away. I am here because someone wants to talk to you.”

“Who?”

A cloaked, hooded figure stepped out of the shadows to his room.

“Kitty. My Chaton. Did you miss me?” A sweet, familiar but yet so terrifying voice came from the figure.

She pulled down the hood to reveal Ladybug with a wicked-looking black mask with white lenses.

“What am I talking about? You do miss me. Your Bugaboo. Too bad I don’t feel the same, Adrien.”

Lightning flashed and it started to rain. The mask was gone, revealing his dead classmate, Marinette with chilling red eyes. The pigtails grew longer and curved upwards, giving the illusion of her having horns. Twin blades flashed and she leaped towards him. (Damian gave them to her with some lessons in exchange for spending time with, babysitting, the kwamis.)

Adrien scrambled away from the bed in the nick of time. A sword impaling the spot where he just was.

“Plagg, help. Where is the ring? I need to transform.”

“Sorry, kitten. I am not telling you. Even if you did have the ring, it’s not going to be much help.”

“Kitty, stay still. Then, we can be together. Just like you wanted.”

Adrien continued to dodge.

“What do you mean?” He all but screamed at Plagg.

“Pigtails, here, is a vengeful spirit. She’s not going to stop until she is satisfied. How about asking her what she wants?”

“Ladybug, what do you want?”

“What I wanted was a partner I could rely on, someone I can trust with my life, someone who wouldn’t stab me in the back for his own selfish gain. I wanted a friend who would have my back and not tell me to keep quiet at the price of my mental health and my relationships with people I care about. WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!”

She managed to get a cut on his left cheek.

Soon, he was on the ground, bleeding out on the round.

“Tell Hawkmoth that he better watch out. Because-” lightning struck and Plagg and Ladybug had disappeared, “his downfall is coming.” Her voice echoed through his room.

Adrien laid bleeding until Natalie opened the door after hearing a crash from the room and came to check on him. As she called an ambulance for Adrien, she wondered if it wasn’t too late to ask for redemption and be spared from Ladybug’s wrath for her part in her murder.

Adrien had the word ‘TRAITOR’ carved into his back. Forever reminding him of his crimes.

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He wasn’t in school for a week after the incident. They all were told that Adrien had an accident while fencing.

Gabriel was a little panicking now.

He hired an exorcist, (John Constantine got a hefty amount and did a few flashy magic tricks to appease Gabriel but he didn’t lift the curse Maria put on the place. She is not someone to be on the bad side of and he thinks that he can’t lift it even if he wanted to.)

Emilie gets a little sus at Gabriel when he brought this strange man with a British accent into their home after their son got attacked in his own room with security tighter than Fort Knox.

She doesn’t buy that ‘accident’ bullshit that her husband, son and even Natalie tries to sell her. She thinks it is connected to what happened while she was in a coma.

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Adrien has a curse too.

(Credit to @raeuberprinzessin for giving me an idea)

He couldn’t act like the ‘Perfect Adrien’ in public anymore. Acting more like Chat Noir at first then, later a spoiled brat. His friends thought that he was finally rebelling against his father and encouraged it a lot.

Adrien started criticizing other people, strangers at first then to the people working on the photoshoots to his fans to his other school mates, people in his class and his friends. (The curse planted ideas into his head about what he should say and he said them all without thinking about the effect it has on other people)

People started avoiding him not liking his attitude and his comments about how they should behave and change something about them because he doesn’t like it that way and guilt-tripping them when he doesn’t get his way. Even Nino started to distance himself after he saw how Adrien talked to a fan.

The public thought it was a phase but as he got progressively worse, people started despising him. Adrien doesn’t realize this of course so far, happy that his father let him get away with ‘ruining the Agreste image.’ (Gabriel was worried about a potential vengeful ghost and making sure his wife didn't know about his stint as a supervillain. There was also the fact that the Afterlife made more sales than him again and managed to get on the cover of Vogue when he should have, dammit.) He was finally able to say what he wanted to without repercussions. Until he realized when Nino and everyone else cancelled for a hangout for the third time that week that he was slowly losing his friends.

He panics and tries to fix the situation. He didn’t want to be alone again.

He talks to Nino about it and to his horror, he couldn’t stop himself from saying many things that were a little hurtful. (Second part. The moment he realizes he is going to be alone. He is going to find out that yes, lies can hurt people. He is going to see it happen firsthand.)

Nino moved seats and told Adrien that their friendship was on hold until he apologized.

Soon, nearly every time his mouth opened, lies and insults about his friends or their embarrassing secrets came spilling out. Everyone hated him now and Mme. Bustier tried to give him a reprimand about his behaviour, which when he tried to defend himself, he found himself unable to speak.

He managed to explain to his father what caused his unpopularity by writing what happened to him. Unfortunately due to his poor behaviour before the second part of the curse was activated, his fan base was dwindling and people didn’t like him anymore so there was a hit on the Gabriel brand.

He no longer has to do modeling, clearing his schedule. But no one would spend time with him.

The best solution he could do with his predicament was to keep quiet and endure the loneliness and the glares of his classmates at school. Adrien was relegated to the back and nearly everyone avoided him. He was now a social pariah.

Even Lila avoided him because of her own curse which made Adrien turn into one of her previous victims. (She also didn’t ponder why Marinette rarely appears compared to the others.)

If Adrien felt a tiny bit remorseful or guilty for making Marinette keep quiet or betraying Ladybug, he can gain a little control over what he says.

The curse can be broken if he apologizes to Maria herself or to her grave.

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The first few months, while Marinette adapted to living with the Waynes, Jason stayed over at Wayne Manor because having Maria living with him at his apartment wasn’t a good idea and he had no clue how to take care of a teenage girl.

On paper she is adopted by Bruce because Jason can’t. (Some CPS reasons.)

Making Jason a little more salty towards Bruce. “I found her first. I called dibs.”

Brought Maria to meet the other Outlaws and they adopted her too. “Hey, guys. She’s my sister first.”

Jason was the one to teach her how to shoot a gun because he was ‘the most capable’ of teaching her.

The first few months were a little tense with Marinette not fully trusting them and the same with the rest of the Batfam.

Jason warmed her up a bit to him by telling a little of why he took her here.

He was also the one to book them flight to Paris with Bruce’s credit card so she can tell her friends that she wasn’t dead in person.

They bonded more after stopping some nefarious plot in Paris while they were there. Let’s say Gentleman Ghost and something involving the catacombs in Paris. (I watched some Batman: Brave and the Bold for childhood nostalgia.)

Kwamis were animal-shaped and they were interesting creatures to be around. And very very curious.

There was a stressful day for Maria when all the Kwamis decided to play hide and seek. Damian somehow got roped into helping her as the only available person in the Manor and he will deny that he enjoyed it.

Damian is the little brother she always wanted and she is more tolerable compared to his brothers. There is also the fact that she trusts him with the kwamis and deep down, he feels super-honoured. (I just love older sister!Mari)

Tim and her being insomniac/coffee buddies. There has been many many interventions to stop this.

I get that Marinette is this selfless person and loves making people happy but she has siblings now and them eating the stuff she made for herself to enjoy, should get on her nerves after a while.

She makes a box with booby-traps in which she puts in her cookies and food.

There are many different layers of traps because this is the Batfam and each of them is non-lethal and more ridiculous.

Okay, I once read a fic about Marinette making a bear-trap style box to hide the Miracle Box so this box is also like that but kept for food. (Traps and Sneaks by quicksilversquared)

Someone (I vote a hungry Dick or Jason, maybe a suspicious Bruce) made a mistake of putting their hand into the box and the first trap activated.

Screams filled the house.

Everyone came down including Marinette.

Bruce asked, “Who did this?”

“It was me.”

“Why?”

“They kept eating the cookies.”

“There are other ways to stop them from doing that you know like a ‘Do Not Touch’ sign not a death trap box.”

“They are non-lethal.”

Bruce locked it away but Tim later stole it to tweak it and store his coffee. ------ (Part 4)

#graveyard siblings #maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #adrien salt #adrien bashing #platonic jasonette #platonic daminette

[merlieve]

I Love You | Gilbert Blythe X Reader

Fem! Reader

(She/Her)

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"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘎𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦."

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Warning/s: Mentions of food

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Gilbert was devastated when he found out his father sadly passed away. He hasn't been going to school too much and Y/n, Anne, Diana, and of course, Ruby were all worried. Y/n decided to go visit Gilbert, to "check-in if he is still alive," quoted Anne. Y/n's mother baked a loaf of bread for Y/n to give to Gilbert.

As she was walking up to Gilbert's house, she felt a little fuzzy inside. It was because his dad passed away when Gilbert and Y/n started courting, in secret, of course, knowing the whole class would go crazy and the whole group would've ignored her, because of the whole "dibs" shenanigans everyone was making a big deal out of.

After knocking two times on Gilbert's front door he finally answered it. When he realized it was Y/n he hugged her tightly, making Y/n almost drop the bread, Gilbert clinging onto her wishing to never let go.

With her other hand, Y/n patted Gilbert's back. They let go after a couple of minutes.

"Well, hello to you to Gilbert!" Y/n smiled at him, quickly turning into a frown after realizing he had been crying. It wasn't covered up easily as Y/n saw his red nose and tear-stained cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Gilbert, I heard the news," Y/n reassured him before he explains why he had been crying.

"Oh, how rude of me, come in please," Gilbert escorted Y/n inside as she said her thank yous and placed the loaf of bread onto the wide table.

"How are you feeling, Gilbert?" Y/n asked him as they sat down on the couch. "I know these past weeks have been filled with mourning and sadness but I'm here for you this time, okay?" Gilbert only nodded at her.

"Still silent," Y/n exclaimed as she looked at her surroundings. Then suddenly, Gilbert broke down again.

"I'm sorry, Y/n, for I have failed you shall I make it up to you?" Gilbert asked his significant other.

"No! You haven't failed me at all, Gilbert. Losing someone you love must've been depressing for you." Said Y/n as she placed a kiss on his cheeks. "You shall tell me everything you want to scream out,"

"I love you," Gilbert said suddenly. Y/n looked at him with wide eyes.

“W-What?” Y/n stuttered as she didn't know what to say she was flattered, it's true, but she just thought it was too soon.

"I love you, Y/n I love everything about you. Even if it's too soon, I just can't wait for more months to come by, I must say it. I love your eyes, smile, and everything. Even if you point out your flaws I still think you're absolute perfection." Gilbert blurted out, leaving Y/n stunned. Just as he thought she didn't love her back she said:

"I love you too Gilbert," Y/n said back, Gilbert giving her a small smile as she smiled back at him. "I love your personality, you always make me laugh whenever I'm down, even since we met I started to gain feelings for you if anything you are beautiful, Gilbert. And anyone who disagrees shall perish since their opinion is false."

"May I kiss you?" Gilbert asked Y/n before doing the action, hoping it doesn't leave her shocked like her past movement.

"You may," Y/n answered him as Gilbert placed his lips on hers. The feeling of euphoria entered their bodies like an electric shock.

After some time, they both let go. Gilbert placed his forehead onto Y/n's forehead. They just stayed in that same position, leaving Eskimo kisses here and there.

They both know they love each other, and that's what matters. What both of them didn't know was that the bread was slowly becoming the queen ant's food.

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#gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #awae #anne with an e #anne of green gables #merlieve’s fics ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚