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leviscolwill · 4 months

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lovelorn and nobody knows ★

pairing: jude bellingham x mclaren driver!reader [face claim: amna al qubaisi]

in which: jude wants to be the most supportive boyfriend, even if it means ruining your soft launch

note: for plot reasons, let's pretend mp motorsports is mclaren. hope my f1 reader! enthusiasts like this one 🩷

now playing slut! by taylor swift...

judebellingham

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judebellingham yeehaw 🤠

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yn.isracing whore. [this comment has been deleted by yn.isracing]

yn.isracing save a horse ride a uhhhh [this comment has been deleted by yn.isracing]

camavinga texas boy with a british accent, i've truly seen it all 💀

yn.isracing

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yn.isracing in my cowgirl era

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user91 NOOOO MY GIRLFRIEND HAS A BOYFRIEND IT'S SO OVER 😭😭

your.bsf whatever he's doing i can do better i swear

yn.isracing i can name a couple things idk

your.bsf i don't think i wanna know...

yn.isracing

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yn.isracing city of love <3

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your.bsf that should be me 💔💔💔

judebellingham 😝😝😝 [this comment has been deleted by yn.isracing]

judebellingham croissant bag

yn.isracing yummy!

judebellingham j'aime les pieds 😍 [i like feet]

judebellingham my french professors told me it means pretty girl in french btw 🤭

camavinga 🤣🤣🤣

aurelientchm 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

jobebellingham who are u holding 🤨

yn.isracing some stray dog i found

jobebellingham so nice of you 🥰

judebellingham FUCK OFF ??? [this comment has been deleted by yn.isracing]

judebellingham STOP SILENCING ME [this comment has been deleted by yn.isracing]

judebellingham

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judebellingham some wannabe z lister (not me but you know)

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📌 judebellingham she's responsible for this caption btw

user22 jude soft launching his gf + her turning him into a swiftie was NOT on my 2023 bingo

user16 thank u for the roses bae xx

user77 me when i'm deluded

yn.isracing

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yn.isracing i'll be home for quismois 🎅

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your.bsf finally i get my girl back damn

yn.isracing i never left u 🤸🏻‍♀️

your.bsf you did, for a m*n 😁

user44 i just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door 😫😫

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jude5updates jude was seen at winter wonderland with friends yesterday during christmas break

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user62 he was so sweet !! and the girl he was with was super pretty 👩🏻‍🦯

user11 that was me

user90 the dots are connecting...

user07 girl bffr, they could be just friends 🙄

user19 that's a lot of coincidences miss yn.isracing 🤨🤨

yn.isracing

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yn.isracing bitch don't tell me that you model if you ain't been in harper's bazaar or sum like that

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landonorris 😍😍

judebellingham back off shorty [this comment has been deleted by yn.isracing]

judebellingham whoa

judebellingham drive me around pls

judebellingham doggy, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, upside down, inside out, one leg up, two legs up, in public, on a spaceship, in the garden, on the grass, in a car, in a box, on a table, against a wall [this comment has been deleted by yn.isracing]

yn.isracing bitch wtf

judebellingham

why do u keep deleting my comments :(

i just wanna love on my girl 😓

yn.isracing

because u lost your whole mind

you truly have no shame 💀

judebellingham

but you keep deleting my funny comments

ppl are gonna think i have no game

yn.isracing

well...

they wouldn't be wrong !

judebellingham

you know damn well...

how did i bag u then ?? uh !!?!;!?#;#(

yn.isracing

charity work from my end xx

judebellingham

i hate you

yn.isracing

no you don't

judebellingham

no i don't

i feel like i'm being reasonable tbh

i could bark in your comments

do you want me to bark in your comments ?

yn.isracing

NO ?????

maybe i do idk

judebellingham

furry 😧

but seriously tho

i don't like being a secret

i just wanna show off my gf idk

yn.isracing

we agreed to keep it on the low for now

judebellingham

but i'm starting to regret it

it's so hard not to insult your teammate ❤️

yn.isracing

HE'S JUST BEING NICE

judebellingham

nooo he can fuck off

only i get to be nice to you

others have to bully you

i want to renegotiate our contract

yn.isracing

girl what contract are u talking abt

judebellingham

we don't have to post everything abt us

i just wanna show my appreciation properly

but still stay private

everyone knows anyways

pleaseeee 🥺🥺🥺

yn.isracing

wtf delete

the emojis i'm 🤢

i guess... maybe...

judebellingham

?????

yn.isracing

we can compromise...

judebellingham

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judebellingham passenger princess (me)

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📌 judebellingham she forced me to use this caption

jobebellingham stop lying now

yn.isracing oh i love you so very much

yn.isracing MY PERFECT BOYFRIEND WHO DOESN'T NEED A DRIVER'S LICENSE

yungfilly pretty girlfriend + personal driver is CRAZY

yn.isracing he's not paying me for the extra hours 😪

judebellingham i'm paying you in kisses, jokes and other tomfooleries 🙄

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yn.isracing that's a wrap for my rookie year in f1 + first win woooo. thank you of the support, see you next year 🤪

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mclaren here's to many more years and wins together ;)

judebellingham so so so so proud of you

judebellingham you're so good at everything it's so sexy of you whoa

jobebellingham have some shame

gioreyna down bad

judebellingham noooo she stole my phone wtf hahaha i never commented that lol

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham smau #football one shot #football fanfic #football fluff #football imagine #football x reader #footballer imagine #football smau

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pink-sparkly-witch · 5 months

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The One That Got Away Timestamp: Adopting Miracle

Summary: Dean has found a friend in Miracle, the dog whose owner perished in a fire. Unable to find a suitable owner, he reluctantly takes the pup to a shelter. Can Dean leave him there to wait for his forever home, or will he have a lot of making up to do with Y/N?

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Rating: General

Bingo Square(s): Adopting a Pet for @j3bingo and “Guess I’m just a sucker for stray dogs and naked guys.” for @jacklesversebingo

Warnings: Fire, dog licks and slobber, implied smut, ruined shoes, ruined roast dinners, a little bit of angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: You thought it was over for these two, didn’t you? I did, too, but when I finished TOTGA, looked at my J3 bingo card to see what was next, and saw “Adopting a Pet, " I knew I had to expand on how Miracle came into their lives. I hope you enjoy this fluffy little timestamp! 💖

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This wasn’t a fire; it was an inferno, and Dean knew they’d be lucky to get anyone out of this alive. They didn’t have long to sweep the building and listened intently for Bobby’s voice on their radios telling them to get out.

“Can you hear that?” Dean asked Benny, who shook his head.

“I can’t hear shit, Captain,” Benny responded.

Dean nodded but kept inching to where he thought he heard a whine. With the roar of the flames and the creaking wood and cracking walls, it was possible what he heard was just part of the fire. Then he heard a bark and saw movement ahead of him.

“Lafitte! Over here!” Dean approached the dog, faithfully standing by his owner, barking to raise the alarm.

“Hey, buddy. It’s alright. I’ve gotcha now,” he said, crouching to be closer to the dog.

“I’ll get him, Cap. You get the dog,” Benny said, and Dean nodded, picking up the dog and making his way out of the building before it crumbled.

“We need a medic over here!” Dean yells as he exits the building, Benny not far behind with the injured man over his shoulder. As Jack and Jo ran towards them with a gurney, Dean put the soot-covered dog down and held him close while the paramedics cared for the patient.

“It’s alright, buddy. They’re gonna take care of him. I gotcha.” The whining, distressed dog broke Dean’s heart, knowing his owner would be lucky to survive the journey to the hospital, let alone recover from his injuries.

“There’s a good boy,” Dean soothed. “I’ll get you a new home, bud. A real good one where they’ll take care of you. I promise.

As hard as he tried, Dean couldn’t find Miracle a home. Bobby had been kind enough to let the dog stay at the firehouse for the past few days. Still, none of his colleagues could take him because they either already had a pet or lived alone and didn’t have someone to look after him when they were on a twenty-four-hour shift. He’d asked friends, too, and no one was willing to take on the responsibility. After five days, Dean took the dog to a shelter, and his microchip at least gave him a name: Miracle. It was an apt name for him, considering how they met.

It’d be hard to leave him at the shelter, but there was no other option. With both he and Y/N working shifts, he couldn’t see a way to make having a dog work. Sure, he only did two or three twenty-four-hour shifts a week, so having a dog would usually be fine. Still, there would be an issue when they were working the same day or night because leaving him alone for at least fourteen hours would be cruel.

But as soon as a handler reached for Miracle’s leash, the poor dog whimpered and cowered behind Dean’s legs.

“He seems to have a good bond with you,” the handler smiled. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you to adopt him?”

“I wish I could. My girlfriend and I,” it still sounded strange to say and made him grin stupidly every time he called Y/N his girlfriend. “We work shifts. It wouldn’t be fair on him.”

“We have flyers on the desk with highly rated dog walkers, and if you have family or friends who could take him when you’re working?”

“We sometimes work nights. I’m not sure we’d find a dog walker willing to do that. And my brother and sister-in-law just had a baby, so that wouldn’t work. My parents might, though.”

“Sounds like you have something to think about,” the handler chuckled.

“A dog, Dean. Really?” He’d be terrified at the look on Y/N’s face if it wasn't for Miracle licking and drooling all over her. “We work shifts. What are we—no, you know what? You. What are you gonna do when you’re working, and I’m on nights? Did you even stop to think about that?” Taking her seriously while covered in slobber and scratching behind Miracle’s ears was hard.

“I spoke to Mom and Dad, and they’re happy to come by and walk him when we’re working and take him overnight when we’re both on nights. Come on, Y/N! You think I don’t know you love dogs, that you’re literally on the floor showering him with love right this second?”

“It’s not the point, Dean! The point is, this is a huge commitment, and we’ve only been living together for two months, and suddenly we’ve, no, I’m sorry, you got a dog? What if it’s too much? What if it—”

“It won’t. I promise. If this doesn’t work out, I’ll take him back to the shelter, okay, Princess?”

“Alright, fine,” Y/N huffed. “He can stay,” she put on her best high-pitched doggy voice while pouting her lips and letting the dog lick her face, and Dean grinned, knowing he’d won this particular battle.

“Uh, you sure about that, sweetheart? You’ve gone from hating the idea to letting a strange dog lick your face in record time!” he teased. Knowing how much she loved dogs, he knew Miracle would win her over quickly.

“Guess I’m just a sucker for stray dogs and naked guys,” Y/N winked, and he frowned. Did she mean the dog? Or—

“Get your clothes off, Dean!” she chuckled. “You’ve got a lot of making up to do for bringing a dog home without talking to me first, and I’m going to start collecting. Bedroom. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, the sound muffled as he spoke while pulling his shirt over his head.

Y/N had spent hours in the kitchen cooking family dinner. She loved these when she was younger. It was the one day of the week she could let everything with her father go and just be herself. Be a kid. At least until she got home. She wouldn’t go down that rabbit hole tonight, though, not when she had a house full of people to feed.

Grabbing dishes filled with potatoes and other side dishes, she walked from the kitchen into the dining room to put them on the table. “Dinner’s ready,” she called into the living room. Dean, John, and Sam were watching the football game, and Mary and Jess fussed over Matthew.

Smiling, Y/N walked back into the kitchen, and her stomach hit the floor. “Miracle, stop that right now!” she yelled, seeing the dog on his hind legs, front paws on the counter and eating the roast chicken. “Stop it!” she yelled again and walked over to pull the dog away. “Get down from—Dean! Get in here!”

“Bad dog!” Dean said, pointing at Miracle. “No treats for you!”

“No treats, Dean. Really? That’s all you got?” Y/N huffed and directed her attention to the offending pup. “Why is it always me, huh? Why do you never do this to your dad? You just love pissing me off, don’t you? You’re lucky you’re cute,” Y/N scowled at the dog while scratching his head. Miracle whined and put his head on her knee. “And cuddly,” she grumbled.

“Who wants pizza?” Dean clapped his hands and chuckled, trying to ignore the death stare his girlfriend was throwing his way.

“Dean!” Y/N screamed, and he ran upstairs and into the bedroom. Seeing the scowl on her face, he dreaded to think what Miracle had done now. The dog seemed to love tormenting her for some reason.

“These are Louboutin’s, Dean! My favourite pair of shoes, and he’s just chewed them to shreds!”

“Sweetheart, they’re just shoes. I can get you new—”

“These are not just shoes! These are eight hundred dollar shoes!”

“Eight hun—who in their right mind needs an eight hundred dollar pair of shoes?” It slipped out before he could think about it, and as he met Y/N’s gaze, tears swam in her eyes, and her arms dropped to her sides, each hand holding the remnants of a shoe. Dean swore she’d never looked more defeated than right now.

With tears rolling down her cheeks, she stormed past him and out of the bedroom, fleeing faster than he’d ever seen her move.

“Y/N. Princess, come on! Let’s talk about this!” he pleaded, running after her. “Bad dog!” he yelled behind him at Miracle, sitting in the corner of their bedroom, looking all innocent and cute.

He got to the bottom of the stairs just in time to see her throw the shoes in the trash, pick up her purse and car keys and slam the front door behind her.

Dean sighed when he felt Miracle’s fur tickle his fingers. “What am I gonna do with you, huh? Couldn’t go for a cheap pair, could ya? You know I’m going to have to replace those, right? Eight hundred bucks for shoes! Lost her damn mind...” he mumbled as he grabbed the lead, Miracle trotting happily beside him, knowing it was walk time.

She’d had her worst shift in a while. There had been a gas explosion near the elementary school that had sent multiple casualties to the hospital. The incident has been truly horrific and spawned multiple fatalities. These kinds of accidents were the worst part of her job.

Getting home a few hours later than usual and exhausted, Y/N went straight to bed. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast, but dealing with those types of injuries made her lose her appetite.

Slipping out of her shoes and pulling her scrubs and bra off, Y/N moved to her side of the bed, ignoring her usual sleepwear in favour of her underwear and the vest she wore under her scrub top.

Sighing at the golden lump sprawled out on her side of the bed, she sighed, not in any mood to have this fight with him again. Encouraging him to move with a gentle shake, Miracle raised his head to look at her.

“Time to move, bud,” she said, nudging him to get him moving, but Miracle put his head back down on the mattress, ignoring her completely, and she sighed, tears welling in her eyes.

“Dean,” she whispered, nudging him instead. Miracle might not listen to her, but she knows he’ll listen to Dean. He always does.

“Dean!” she says a little louder, and he jumps awake.

“Hey, baby,” Dean rasped sleepily.

“Can you get him to move so I can get into this damned bed?” Y/N asked, defeated.

“Alright, buddy. Time to get down,” Dean said to the dog, who immediately obeyed the command. Y/N sighed, and her shoulders sank, unable to stop the tears.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Dean asked, noticing her slumped figure and wet eyes.

“Yeah. Bad shift,” Y/N replied, climbing into bed and wrapping herself in the duvet.

“I saw the explosion on the news. Do you want to talk about it?” Dean asked, and Y/N smiled slightly at the kindness of his gesture.

“No. I just want to sleep.”

“Come here,” Dean murmured as he pulled her into his body and wrapped his arms around her.

Miracle jumped back onto the bed and tried to settle in between them again, but Y/N knew if she let him, he’d shove her out of the bed.

“Miracle, down!” she commanded, and of course, he ignored her and began stretching his paws out, trying to push her to the edge of the bed.

“Miracle, get down!�� Dean said sternly, and once again, the pup immediately obeyed and jumped off the bed and out of their bedroom; hopefully, Y/N thought, to spend the rest of the night in his own bed downstairs.

“That dog hates me,” Y/N huffed, and Dean chuckled before kissing her forehead.

“He does not,” Dean tried, but Y/N only scoffed.

“Alright, buddy. I can’t live like this anymore. It’s getting us nowhere,” Y/N said to Miracle, and Dean tried to hold his laughter as his girlfriend tried to level with a dog. “We need to call a truce so we can live our best lives and coexist without me yelling at you all the time and you chewing up all my shoes and eating the Sunday roast.”

Dean looked on, amused, as Y/N crouched in front of Miracle. “What d’ya say, huh? You think we can be friends?” she said, scratching behind his ear, and Miracle barked in return.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes! Now, let’s shake on it.” Holding her hand out, Miracle quickly lifted his paw and placed it in her hand. “Good boy!” Y/N said and scratched his chin, prompting Miracle to step forward and lick her cheek.

As Y/N walked Miracle in the park, she made a mental note to herself to find another route for the winter months. It was getting darker earlier, and she’d worked in hospitals long enough to know what could happen to women walking through parks alone in the dark.

Suddenly, Miracle took off running, pulling his lead right out of her hand, and sped off towards the bushes where he’d undoubtedly torment the life out of a poor squirrel or five.

“Stupid dog,” she mumbled as she briskly walked to catch up with him. “Would never do that to Dean, would you? No, because he’s your buddy, and I’m just… I don’t even know what I am to you. A pushover, probably.”

Walking over to the bushes, Y/N hears rustling and is about to call Miracle, but a man’s voice startled her.

“Well, hey there. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone in the dark?” The stench of alcohol almost made her reel back in disgust, but she knew the worst thing she could do was show weakness to the stranger.

Before she could answer, she heard the patter of feet and Miracle barking as he ran from the bushes and stood before her, protecting her from the man with vicious snarls and barks.

Y/N was about to attempt as swift an exit from the park as Miracle’s scare tactics didn’t seem to be working. The dog seemed to come to the same conclusion and lunged at him.

Finally getting the drunk to back off, she wasted no more time getting them both out of there quickly. “Good boy,” Y/N praised with ear scratches. “Let’s go home, buddy.”

For the first time since she’d walked Miracle alone—because he was always on his best behaviour for Dean, he didn’t pull ahead of her. Instead, he walked calmly right by her side all the way home.

“Well, it looks like you two are getting along better,” Dean said when he came home later that night, seeing Y/N and Miracle snuggled up on the couch together.

“We had a traumatic night, and I think we’ve finally buried the hatchet. Ain’t that right, my good boy!”

Dean climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to wake Y/N. She was supposed to finish her shift at seven last night but had to stay on until the wee hours of the morning.

He walked into the bedroom and smiled at the sight before him. Despite constant protests about the dog being on the bed, Y/N was curled on her side, sound asleep, snuggled into Miracle’s back with a small smile curving her lips.

“Hey, buddy,” Dean whispered, scratching behind his ears. “Were you a good boy for Grandma and Grandpa?”

“He’s always a good boy.” Y/N’s voice was heavy with sleep, and she smiled hazily at him. “Your dad dropped him off at about eleven. He would’ve kept him all night, but I thought I was getting home earlier than I did.”

“Sorry I woke you, baby. Go back to sleep. I was coming up to take Miracle for a walk,” Dean glanced at the pup and frowned when he remained where he was, not even his tail wagging. Walks were his favourite thing, and usually, he couldn’t wait to get outside and cause mischief.

“It’s okay,” Y/N yawned, “I should probably get up anyway.”

“Uh, no. Absolutely not!” Dean placed his hands on his hips, trying to show her he meant business. “It’s only gone seven. I got off shift early. When did you get home?”

“Four,” Y/N yawned again. “Then I took him for a walk.”

Dean nodded, now understanding why Miracle wasn’t keen to go out again. Then again, he wouldn’t leave the bed with Y/N cuddling into him like that, either. “So you went to bed when?”

“About five-thirty,” she answered.

“Nuh-uh, nope. Not a chance in hell you’re getting up right now,” Dean huffed as he shrugged out of his flannel, unfastened his jeans, kicked them off and pulled off his socks. “We are going to sleep for a few more hours.” Dean insisted before directing his attention to the dog. “Daddy’s home now, so you’re gonna have to move, buddy.”

With a huff, Miracle stood from his spot and walked to the bottom of the bed, dropping down heavily on Y/N’s feet. “Did he just give you sass? Oh, how the tables have turned!” Y/N chuckled, and Dean shook his head in disbelief.

“Apparently,” Dean huffed as he climbed into bed. “Now, come here, baby. I need some sugar!”

“Sugar?” Y/N chuckled sleepily.

“Yeah. I want some of my girl’s sugar,” he grinned, shuffling as close as he could and opening his arms to invite her into his embrace. “Come here, Princess.”

Y/N gladly accepted Dean’s invitation, shifting as much as she could with a dog on her feet, and rested her head on his chest. She hummed contentedly as he wrapped his arms around her, and she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year

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Wait I’m asking another too! Trying to convince Steve let you adopt the smelliest, dirtiest stray dog you found eating out a trash can on your way home from work. The fluffiness of a grumpy Steve having to help bathe the dog but then falling in love. ♥️b-v

I love this SO MUCH! AHHH thank you @blooming-violets 💗

Convincing to Adopt an Animal (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

SteveRogers x Female!Reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: so much fluff, a grumpy Stevie, a chaotic puppy, and some kissies

Steve had his hands deep in sink water when he heard the door open in the hallway. He smiled when he realized the best part of his day was about to begin: seeing you again. But despite his excitement that still lingered, even after a year of living together, he wouldn’t rush. He would finish doing the dishes and he would let you get settled in peace because you needed a little arrival time. And then you would come up to him, wrap your arms around him and press your face to his back, maybe litter a few kisses here and there - he couldn’t wait.

Though today, it took you a little longer than usual. He heard you kick off your shoes and then mumble something he couldn’t quite make out. And then rustling.

“Babe, you remember how you said you would do anything to make me happy?” Your voice singsonged through the door over to Steve.

“What?” Steve chuckled as he thought of the day he promised you this. It was a beautiful date.

“That I could do nothing to ever make you stop loving me?” And then his memory stopped and suspicion settled in his mind instead.

The spoons he was holding in his hand clanged against the kitchen counter when he craned his neck to hush a look into the hallway in vain. “What did you do?”

A high-pitched yelp echoed in response.

“Sweetheart, what did you do?!” He reiterated in a slight panic.

But before you could even form a proper response, a desperate ‘NO!’ traveled to Steve, and not even a second later, fast little tippy-tappies came rushing towards Steve and around the kitchen island he was currently standing at. And when you broke through the door, one shoe in hand and the other still on your foot, a decent-sized puppy sprung onto his legs and began licking his jeans.

“Surpriiiiise...” You tried a smile while hiding the second shoe behind your back, but Steve wasn’t amused at all.

He stood before you with pink rubber gloves and a sponge in hand while the puppy slobbered away on his newly washed pants.

“What in the lord’s-”

Your hands shot out. “Okay before you say anything, please let me explain.”

Steve just blinked at you unimpressed. Whatever you were about to say would not change the fact that you brought a literal dirt machine into your apartment. Steve hated dirt. He hated dust and crumbs and hair everywhere. He had seen enough of it in the 40s - back when just a gust of wind would make him sick for weeks. It had changed him so much that, even now when he didn’t get sick anymore, he needed clean spaces more than anything. And you knew that. So, whatever explanation you were about to give him better be good.

“I’m listening.” He said steadily, but the chewing sounds coming from beneath him threw Steve off a bit. He just knew that the dog was eating his pants right now. But he would listen to you anyway.

“I was walking past this alley when I heard something rumbling, right. So, naturally, I checked it out.”

“Naturally, sure.” Steve’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes. And when I looked into the container I saw this little guy staring up at me with the most adorable puppy eyes. He even stopped eating trash when he saw me, it was magical, Steve. You should have seen him, he was so lost and sad. And look at him now. Only 30 minutes with me And he's unrecognizable. We need to keep him. Please can we keep him?”

“Let me set this straight: you found a dog in the trash eating said trash and smelling like it, too. And your first instinct was to take him home?”

“Steve, have you seen him? He’s adorable!”

“I don’t have to see him, I can smell him from a mile away.”

“Just a mile? That’s not so bad. Did you hear that, Frosty G?” The puppy gave an elated bark before resuming eating Steve’s pants.

“Can we pleeease keep him, Stevie?”

Steve’s eyes swayed from you to ‘Frosty G’ and then back to you again. He held up his stone-cold expression for about ten seconds and then he began to struggle. He wanted to be mad, he really did. But the way both you and Frosty were looking at him with those adorable puppy eyes made his heart go wild. He knew how much you loved animals. And seeing as you had only ever joked about adopting the stray cats you encountered on your walks from time to time, actually bringing one home showed Steve how much it would mean to you if he agreed.

His stare landed on Frosty again, who had stopped eating Steve’s clothes and was neatly sitting next to him now, snout raised and puppy eyes in full swing. Damnit, he was adorable. And he made your puppy eyes great competition. Unfortunately for Steve, the both of you would team up in the foreseeable future.

“Alright,” Steve sighed in defeat, scrunching his nose when another whiff of Frosty’s odor swept over him as the little guy jumped in excitement. “But he needs to bathe first.”

“Oh my god, thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You ran towards Steve and peppered his face in kisses until the frown disappeared. Maybe this was worth it.

Not even ten minutes later, Steve and you were kneeling in front of the bathtub, washing Frosty G’s black fur clean. Annoyingly so, the little guy actually enjoyed bathing - a little too much, if you asked Steve. He was splashing and playing in the tub, getting Steve and you good a couple of times. Steve didn’t enjoy it, but then he looked over to you and saw that wholesome brightness on your face and heard that pretty laugh come out of your mouth and all of it was forgotten.

You spent an hour in the bathroom, lathering and rinsing multiple times (until Steve could tolerate the smell). While one was pouring the water, the other distracted Frosty with a rubber duck. And when you finally finished the water show, sitting on the bathroom tiles with your wrapping the newest roommate in a towel, Steve took his time to look at you and your happy state.

He watched as you patted the puppy dry, kissed its head multiple times, and cooed at the little guy who was already smitten by you. It was like a reward for the trouble he went through and made it all seem a lot less agitating.

Steve leaned his head back against the cupboard as he smiled at you. “You named him after Loki didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t help myself, he’s just SO HOT!” You swooned before giving your attention to Frosty again, rubbing his ears dry carefully.

Steve sighed as the puppy looked at him with his tongue out, a smile present on its face - if puppies even could smile - and Steve did the same.

At the end of the day, he just wanted you to be happy. And if housing a cute but still smelly puppy named after his crazy girlfriend’s favorite Villain would make that happen, he’d choose this sacrifice every day anew.

**alternatively I named the puppy Jamie and then the conversation would have gone a little like this:

“You named him after Bucky didn’t you.”

“He’s just my favorite idiot,” you smiled dreamily, “I’m sorry, babe. But you’re a close second.”

Steve just sighed with a shake of his head. “That’s alright, he’s mine too...”

**OKAY BYE**

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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things that bsd men would cheat on you with!

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings:Various Characters X reader

Genre:Angst (i mean it this time)

Warnings:Cursing(all done be me😌),Suggetive content,spoilers from the manga

A/n:im pissed as fuck right now😐ive been trying to write this post for three times,and the page suddenly goes blank in the middle of my writing. I'm angry bro.i also dont accept any type of criticism on Dazai's and Fyodors's part🚶🏻‍♀️have fun reading this! (if you can)

no offence to anyone btw

Haikyuu Edition

↬Atsushi Nakajima ⇝ i cannot believe you! are you seriously looking for something here? 😶

↬Ryuuosuke Akutagawa ⇝ His death (why god why)

↬Osamu Dazai ⇝ anything made with crab (crab cans, crab sticks, seafood boils that contain crab, noodles with crab, etc etc), whats that alcoholic shit he drinks at night?saki?, Oooo almost forgot:bandages, that waitress from the coffee house, all women tbh?, Chuuya😏(Dazai is my fav now btw lmao)

↬Chuuya Nakahara ⇝ Wine (he wont cheat, but he has a lot of shit going on, let him drink)

↬Doppo Kunikida ⇝ cheating is againts his ideals (little does he know he already is cheating on you,and with his ideals)

↬Michizo Tachihara ⇝ wont cheat (my ass)

↬Ougai Mori ⇝ do i really have to say it? i dont want to🚶🏻‍♀️ (and theres no shit you can do about it cuz its his fucking ability)

↬Yukichi Fukuzawa ⇝ bold of you to assume he'll cheat =\

↬Motojiro Kaji ⇝ Lemon, Lemon shaped bombs, Science

↬Junichiro Tanizaki ⇝ His sister (Bingo🚶🏻‍♀️)

↬Ranpo Adogawa ⇝ Pffft sweets🤭

↬Fyodor Dostoevski ⇝ has been manipulating you from the very beginning, and has literally no feelings for you. youre just a tool for him to achieve is goals (what? fight me🚶🏻‍♀️)

↬Sigma ⇝ his casino (just realised that we dont know his last name lmao)

↬Kenji Miazawa ⇝ Cows (why did i get him into this🤧)

was this supposed to be funny? yup. is it? oh hell no. do I give a fuck? nope. am I satisfied with the results? you bet. am I going to ask you to reblog after the pain I put you through? yes please…?🥴 but seriously,be realistic and please reblog :') (also im not on my period,but my tooth hurts as fuck so yeah)

#bsd imagines #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #atsushi x reader #bsd anime #chuuya x reader #fyodor x reader #tachihara x reader #kunikida x reader #mori x reader #fukuzawa x reader #sigma x reader #tanizaki x reader #kenji x reader #ranpo x reader #akutagawa x reader #bsd

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buxomgirlie · 2 months

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How about dungeon meshi, Freiren, skip and loafer, mob psycho 100 (fav of mine), my dress-up darling, kaguya-sama, spy x family, zom 100, bingo stray dogs, or mushoku tensei

It's a long list, but I don't know what you've seen before, so....

I've seen Stray Dogs and heard of a few of these so I'll add them to my maybe list! Thank you!

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nkhrchuwuya · 2 years

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double dose

bungou stray dogs | EXPLICIT | 736 words nakahara chuuya x reader / oc

chuuya didn’t like how you were messing around today. he was going to punish you, but don’t let it get to his head...

⚠ consensual drug use

“do i look like i’m messing around? do i look like i won’t punish you?”

chuuya asks, a hand on his hip and the other on the car door he gracefully opened for you. you laugh, downplaying his threat.

“you can’t be that upset.”

“badmouthing me with tachihara of all people,” he tsks. holds you by the arm as you walk toward the vip elevator. you are still entirely unrepentant. “you’re so in for it when we get home.”

you nudge him. “hey, it wasn’t a me-only affair, you should have heard the stuff he said about you before you walked in! why is it that i’m the only one that gets punished?”

“oh, he’s paid his due,” chuuya smirks. “it’s exactly what i’m going to use to punish you.”

the do you trust me he had asked a few minutes ago hangs heavily over the both of you. chuuya hands you an innocuous glass of red wine. but he’s got that smile on his face.

“chuuya…”

“it’s harmless,” he pledges, hands raised up defensively. “and if something does happen, i’m here.”

your nose scrunches up, but you take the wine glass up to your mouth anyway. “i’m killing tachihara if this does something weird.”

and then nothing happens.

not for thirty minutes. chuuya seems unperturbed, so you shrug it off. the two of you continue to cuddle peacefully in bed, talking about everything and nothing. chuuya has got a hand on your exposed thigh peeking underneath your nightgown. there, he idly thumbs the plushy flesh. and it feels good. comforting, even.

until it isn’t. until the little patch of skin he’s touching feels… electrified. for a moment you think it’s the wine. you squirm closer to chuuya, hoping to relieve it. it’s a movement he makes no effort to push aside. but it just gets worse. he’s breathing down the nape of your neck, the hard line of his chest against your back, his voice low as he speaks…

when he squeezes your thigh there’s no stopping the salacious moan that slips out of you.

“bingo,” chuuya says softly, sexy smirk on his face.

he pushes you down onto the bed and you sigh at the loss of contact. something clicks. “the hell? what’s tachihara doing with shit like this?” you ask, the effects of the viagra or whatever finally coming clear.

“one of his underlings’ missions,” is all chuuya says by way of explanation; he’s too busy taking off your clothes. “now stop talking about tachihara while you’re like that.”

“like wh—haaa!” you cry out as chuuya suckles on a pert nipple. you clench and hang onto his fiery red curls as he hums happily. contentedly—the bastard. “geez, at least—uhn—warn me next time, this is—fuck—pretty intense.”

“‘next time’?” chuuya grins. the implication doesn’t hit you quickly, and it takes a few moments to load. “good, because i’ve got quite a supply,” he offers, and that makes you blush even redder—if that’s still possible. kisses heading lower down your body, he adds—“and in case you’ve forgotten, this is your punishment—try not to enjoy it too much?”

and boy, is it the hardest order he’ll give you tonight.

because the heat—the itch—doesn’t wane, no matter how hard you try. no matter how good it feels, it lingers there. chuuya eats you out and then fucks you open with his fingers but it isn’t enough. he pulls out your trusty vibrator and you keep on it until you’re squealing but it still isn’t enough.

“chuuya, goddammit!” you cry out, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and pulling him closer to you. “just put it in me, for gods’ sakes.”

you raise your leg to brush your thigh against his cock and it makes him hiss, half in laughter. “how the hell am i supposed to keep up with you like this?” he asks, kissing down your neck as he aligns himself.

“i have an idea.”

you say, your voice clear, steady, as you eye the unfamiliar bottle sitting on the nightstand. chuuya’s grin grows even wider when you reach for it, struggling a little bit with the safety cap. you put a capsule in between your teeth, teasing him to get it.

“you really like trouble, don’t ya missy?”

“only when it’s with you, chuuya.”

it’s going to be a long, long night.

#nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd imagines #bsd x reader #💌 chuuya lovemail #genre:wank #rating:E #not as wanky as i wanted but that's as far as i could get #Sinful Saturdays

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hooniee · 3 years

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— ꒰‧⁺wingwomen layla *ೃ༄

↷ jake x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷genre: fluff | romance ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷warnings: none! ⋯ ♡ᵎ

♡ ::hi idk if requests are open but if they are could i request jake accidentally confessing to his crush bc i feel like he’d do that 🧍🏽‍♀️ty 😭😭💘

⇢˚⋆ ✎ hello buttercup! thank you so much for requesting and i can vividly imagine jake doing that too😭😭 please enjoy <333

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you were strolling in the park after school as a destresser. nothing happened today, just some extra assignments to be crammed in the upcoming nights. seems like your dark circles will be more profound than the grand canyon.

it was autumn, leaving the shades of the leaves to mature. it was a beautiful view to see. many people take nature for granted but you enjoyed to get a breath of fresh air when you could.

autumn was a personal favorite season of yours and many others. nicely in the middle of not too cold and not too hot. you weren’t freezing to death or mosturized in sweat as gross as it sounds. autumn was the balance.

the breeze managed to catch up with you and you were blissfully bundled in a hoodie over your outfit. nothing was more satisfying than being enveloped in a fuzzy sweatshirt.

you held on to the straps of your backpack, as you puffed in the crisp air. you slightly cough and shiver at the cool air that coated your lungs.

you could see a crowd of people in the playground. kids playing on the swings, parents conversing, couples coming out for a date, students who just got out of school. the park was the perfect place.

you gaze to the sky, feeling a light breeze pass by and the trees sway. some leaves shimmy down, making their way down in an assortment of colors.

as you were quietly roaming, you noticed a dog walking towards you.

the dog was medium-size, had light golden fur and floppy ears. you know you shouldn't really touch stray dogs, especially if they don't have their owner but you were a curious person and it was so cute! how could you resist?

you smiled and approached the dog. you made sure to approach it in slow steps so you don’t scare it off and it doesn’t attack you.

seeing that you and the dog were okay being near each other, you bend down to its height. the dog sticks it’s tongue out as you softly pet it, taking note to examining the collar.

the collar was a deep maroon color with a heart charm on it that had the name “layla” printed on it.

'what a pretty name,' you thought to yourself.

"hi layla, are you lost?" you talk to her and she whimpers. she swiftly tends into your pets and you giggle.

"alright let's try to find your owner layla," you stand up, wishing leila would follow and she did.

you browsed around the park, attempting to see anybody who seemed like they were searching for somebody.

you saw a couple, making out on the bench of the park. not a pleasant sight for you or layla.

kids were spontaneously playing tag, squealing once they got tagged. you feel nostalgic, remembering the feelings of adrenaline when being the tagger.

then your eyes fall on a boy with soft chestnut hair. he was of ordinary height and you could barely see his eyes due to his hair being in the way but his moves were in frantic motions.

'bingo'

"come on layla! i think i found your owner," you say as she trails behind you.

you tap on the boy's back and he turns to you. your mouth almost drops as his familiar face sets in.

you recognize him as he went to your school.

jake sim, year 3 class 1-2, popular, friends with sunghoon and jay, plays soccer and the violin, placed top in AP physics and AP calculus. he was well known in your school and you can't lie and say you don't find him charming.

he was everything any person could dream of. athletic, smart, handsome, talented, a sweetheart, just the whole california roll.

"(y/n)?" he tilts his head when he sees you.

you are taken aback when his name slips out of your mouth. you guys went to the same school but you never interacted with one another. the closest you have gotten to him was attending his soccer game to see your friend, jay.

"you know me?"

"well yeah, you're my crush-" jake spits out before his eyes widen as he understood what he said.

you audibly gasps at the sudden confession. jake sim just said he had a crush on you. did he just admit to you that he liked you?

he put his hand over his mouth, glancing down at his feet. you could see the tips of his ears grow redder by the second and you attempt to stifle a laugh.

he catches a glimpse of layla and he disregards his confession. he finally found layla after an hour searching for her. he quickly kneels down, hugging leila.

"oh my gosh, layla! i thought i lost you, you can't do that again," jake scolds her. layla pants before nudging at your leg.

you laugh, stooping down to pet her. you only met layla today and you were already attached to her as she was to you.

"we found your owner layla," you talk to her, scratching behind her ear. you realize jake is standing there and you quickly stand up.

you smile at him and he returns the gesture. besides awkward smiles, there is a heavy stillness before jake decides to break it. he didn’t want to make a bigger fool of himself in front of his crush.

"thank you for finding layla," jake bows his head. he was happy that you were the one who found her and not some creepy, old man.

you shake your hands, feeling flustered at his formal tone and gestures. you didn’t do much, “no it was nothing jake!"

his heart was on cloud nine. the way you said his name was the melody he could have on repeat. no interactions were needed between the two of you and jake was whipped, admiring you from afar ever chance he got.

he retorts your question, "you know my name?"

you look at him with a raised eyebrow, "of course, everybody knows you! who doesn’t know our school angel? and plus you just confessed to me."

jake, the school angel, had gone redder than a tomato at the playfulness at your tone.

the rosy hue rises to his cheeks as he looks down, fiddling with his fingers, "i hope that this doesn’t make things awk-“

he quickly rushed to explain himself, even if this ruined the chances of you dating him, he wanted to at least be your friend. he could deal with being in the friend zone.

you try to hold a smile in at his cute, flustered state. you have never seen jake so shy. you decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to take a shot with him and to set a proposal for him.

"how about you take me on a date? we'll get to know each other and who knows? we could be a couple," you tease.

jake’s heart leaped out of his chest the second time today, two more times than the average person does daily. jake is pretty sure that you can hear his heart running a cross country tournament right now.

"a-are you serious?" jake chokes out.

he almost slaps himself for stumbling over his words but he couldn’t help it. the person who he had been crushing on just gave him a chance.

the chance to be your boyfriend. he couldn’t mess this up.

"i mean, you're cute and layla is too," you smile. you were saying this to ease the tension but we all know who you thought was the cuter one.

"i'll see you tomorrow jake," you wink to him before walking away, leaving him astonished.

as you turned around, your whole cool demeanor changed into a flustered one. since when did you get so brave? you just got your first date and it’s with jake sim.

sim was the perfect last name for jake as he stood their in astonishment like a sim. not knowing how to react, he takes a minute or two to recollect himself before he looks to layla.

"layla, you just scored me a date"

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devilsodas · 3 years

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night hawks iii

words: 2.1k

pairing: Hayakawa Aki x reader, Denji & reader

Also on: ao3

a/n: very, very, light spoilers for the bomb girl arc, if you haven't read it you probably wouldn’t even notice so it’s fine lol. anyways, I originally didn’t plan to do this for this chapter, (it was actually supposed to be just pure angst) but I thought this would be nice before I stomped on ur heart! next update might be for a while since school is coming to a close soon!

part ii | part iv

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wonder if there is something in the town that the country can’t offer.

You don’t want to think too hard on that, either.

ii. blue shift

You’re perusing through the snack aisle, debating which awfully sugary and salty potato chip you’d force Aki to buy this time, when Denji ambles towards you.

“Town mouse or country mouse.”

You grab a boldly colored bag of chips--‘taste better with each bite!’ in a fluorescent lemon --and shake it twice. Too light for your liking, you grabbed two more. “What are you talking about?”

“D’you think the town mouse or country mouse is better?” Denji questions, studying your movements before shuffling the items in his palms into the basket hanging off your elbow. He looks at the row of chips, grabs two random bags, and shoves them in as well.

Brows scrunched in confusion, you halt in your movements. “Mmm..is that a new fad from some teen magazine? I never heard of that before.”

“Nah, it’s this guy named Asshop? Acehop? I dunno.” The syllables slur together when he says it, rushed, and you can hardly decipher the words. “But there’s these mice, one’s from the country, the other the town.”

“The country mouse is safe and all, but it has zero fun or good grub. The town mouse gets all the fun and grub, but it's always getting into trouble.”

“And you have to pick between the two?” You confirm. Denji nods, hands shoved in his pockets.

You tilt your head, “Lemme guess, you picked the town mouse?”

He grins. “Who wouldn’t want good food?”

Chuckling, You fight the urge to ruffle his blonde strands. From what Aki’s told you, Denji’s virtually been close to homeless for the past sixteen years of his life. No family but a dog he refers to from time to time.

Sometimes, when you’d come over for dinner, you’d see the way he eats; scarfing down every grain of rice and almost licking the plate clean, a man eating his last meal, that your whole body would ache, starting from your chest and spreading all over.

Everyone should have that at his age, right? Loving parents, no worries if you’ll have warm food on the table or a roof over your head ( but did you even have that? If you didn’t would you even know? How could you feel pity for the youth if you don’t know what youth looks like? )

You try not to think about it too often.

The options milled about in your head, like marbles in the palm of your hand.

“Being safe sounds great and all, but I’ve never been to the countryside before, so..” Denji nabs another bag and shows you for approval. Wasabi and Beef. You give a disgruntled face and he tosses it back with a huff.

“So the town mouse then?”

“I’d say yes, but that’d be a little biased. I’ve never been outside Tokyo.”

A groan sounds from behind you and, across the aisle, is Aki juggling ten different types of meat in his arms, his face matching the red of the marbled pork. Power is right behind him, shoving an unnecessarily large slab of wagyu beef into the cart with maniacal laughter.

( I’m saying this for the last. damn. time.-)

You should probably intervene before he grows homicidal.

“Why are you interested in this anyway?” You ask. Denji huffs, fidgeting with a red bag of shrimp chips (now with garlic and butter!) and haphazardly tosses it into the basket.

“There’s this girl,” He starts.

“Oooh, a girl..”You drawl.

He sputters.“I don’t like her or anything!”

Grinning, you bite your lip to hold back a laugh, “Never said you did.” You think he looks a little irritated, with his cheeks flushed a deep rose and a scowl framing his face, but the same mischievous smile stays on his lips.

“Anyways, she was the one who told me about it, I was wonderin’ what you would’ve said. We’re supposed to go to a festival tomorrow night.” He states lightly.

“Ah, if they have it, you should eat some takoyaki while you’re there. That always tastes the best from a festival stall.” You beam. “Be sure to have fun! Oh--and tell me about it once you get back.” For any devil hunter, it’s difficult to hold connections to those outside the business. You wonder how it must feel for Denji, sixteen and not knowing a single person his age who’s, well,

Normal.

The only times he goes out is for work or rare days like these when Aki (foolishly) thinks they’ll behave at the supermarket. Does Denji even know what’s normal for someone like him? Do you?

He gives you a thumbs up.

( in the corner of your eyes, you spot Power with at least fifty different types of cat food in her arms, marching to an oblivious Aki with a tyrannical smile on her lips.

it’s probably time to leave anyways..)

You sift through the basket hanging on your arm, double checking the junk food will last until the next time you decide to mooch off Aki’s credit card. A variety of bagged chips with different mascots thrown across the bags, pints of icecream and mochi, and at the very bottom, a magazine with...two naked women on the front. You snatch the offending book with a gasp, thrusting it into the blonde’s face.

“No way, you know for a fact he’s not gonna buy this. And if you hand him this at the counter, Aki will punch the crap out of you.”

Denji grabs both the basket and the magazine, rolling the book before slotting it under his arm. “ Not if you but it.”

“I’m not buying that.”

“Then I’ll just sneak it in.” He waves off. At the sound of shouting, you both run to deescalate whatever nonsense Power got herself into this time. The magazine and Aesop forgotten.

( Aki does notice the porno mag and he does hit Denji over the head with it...but he buys it anyway.)

“Town mouse or country mouse?”

He scowls at you through the mirror, muttering. “God, not you too.”

You swing your legs from where you reside on the kitchen counter, tapping your nails against the marble, anything to ease the nervous energy that makes your hand shake. Nyanko is slinking through your legs like a maze, begging for your pets every so often. You bring the cat into your arms, scratching the spot right behind her ears and she purrs, bingo. You raise a brow. “Did Denji already ask you?”

He doesn’t answer for a few moments, busy as he loops his tie and knots it. Aki takes a moment to scrutinize its placement, then turns to face you. “Angel Devil.” He states, he says the name like it’s poison on his tongue.

“Oh yeah, how’s that working out for you?”

“He’s a hindrance.”

You stroll over to him until you’re both chest to chest and he stills. This close, you can feel his exhales drift the hairs at the top of your head and discern the specks of jade that’s always consumed by his seas of deep blue. He notices your stare, and swallows.

You take the tie into your hands and tilt it a little to the left. “You think everyone is a hindrance when you meet them. I’m pretty sure you loathed me at first, but now look! I get to babysit your cat!” Nyanko meows on cue and you turn back to him with a wide grin.

Aki stares for a moment, taking in the both of you before groaning into his palms and striding into his room.

“That’s not my cat.” He calls out.

“You still haven’t answered my question!”

He groans again.

“Why do you need to leave so suddenly anyways, it’s Friday night, we should be done for the week.”

“Nomo called for me!” He shouts. The name doesn’t ring a bell.

“Great, now answer my question.”

He trails back into the hallway, coat in hand. Nyanko follows his footsteps, meowing after him.

Not his cat, huh?

“What’d you say?”

You roll your eyes, exasperated, “I said: answer my question!”

“No-- to Denji.”

Oh. You shrug, “I didn’t give him an answer. I’ve only seen the city, so I don’t think I could’ve given an accurate reply.” You say nonchalantly.

“It’s not really about where you’ve been--it mostly deals with preference.” Aki hums and shrugs on his coat.

“Yeah, but,” You finger at the stray hem of your sweatshirt, skittish, “well, I don’t know much from before I was like, what? Fifteen, sixteen? Even then things are kind of fuzzy..”

The hand he had on the doorknob stills, and Aki gapes at you, silent. You don’t know if you should continue your thought, unsure if this is information you want to give away to him, but his silence eggs you on. “ But I wouldn’t really know what I would prefer, since I don’t know alot about..me. Maybe I hated the city, but I’m still here--Or I hated the countryside which is why I live in Tokyo, but I’ll never truly know the original intent..I’m just here. Who’s to say the things I do now are things I would’ve done before I forgot everything”

The words come out muddled and jumbled together, and with the way he’s staring, you wish you could shove them all back into your mouth, never to come out again. You know that he knows that you worry about this from time to time, but the thought of being this vulnerable to anyone, even the person you know better than yourself, shakes you differently than any devil ever has. You wonder if you’re acting selfishly, to bare this out to him, because it always looks like it hurts Aki more than it hurts you.

You don’t like to think too hard on that either.

“That’s why I wanted to ask you,” you rush out. “I thought you’d have a better idea..”

Aki abandons the door altogether, standing before you in the kitchen. His eyes are glassy but the rest of his face is set in stone, unsure. “Does that even matter?”

You frown.“What?”

“I mean, if you enjoy yourself here, isn’t that good enough? Does it really matter what you thought , or who you were, five, ten, years ago? I like who you are now, I’m not that worried about who you might have been before.” He says, voice just above a whisper.

You blink, mind blank. You can feel the blood rush in your ears, roaring, as he searches your face.

I like who you are now

You think you should say something back, something just as momentous to ease the furrow in his brow, the same heat to your neck,but all that comes out is a measly, “Oh.”

Aki looks into you with the same eyes he had back at the diner and all at once you’re unsure of where he’s going with this. What you should do. What lines to cross. Your fingers flinch at your side. In the corner of your vision, his fingers do the same.

But then he blinks and it’s gone. You don’t know if you should sigh out of relief or disappointment.

You pointedly decide to hold your breath.

“And for the record,” He starts, hand on the door, “I chose the town mouse.”

The door clicks just as silently as it was opened.

Nyanko meows out to you, pawing just below the cabinet that holds her dinner and you breathe out a sigh.

“What would you prefer to eat, town mouse or country mouse?”

She hisses.

You should probably feed her before Power accuses you of animal abuse.

Later into the night, with the cat now fed and sleeping, you’re perusing the bookshelf when a small children’s book stands out to you.

The rest on the shelf are novels of varying lengths, so it sticks out like a sore thumb and, out of curiosity, you grab it.

The binding that holds it together is frayed and aged, the fabric of the book singed and faded. The cover is almost completely black, with the exception of a smiling rat on the corner.It’s a miracle it’s even in one piece.

You flip through it, an array of colors flickering on each page until it lands on the last one. It’s covered in blue crayon in a child’s chicken scratch, but at the very top of the page it reads:

‘Which mouse has it better?’

Town: Me, Dad

Country: Mom, Aki

‘And for the record, I chose the town mouse.’

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wonder if there is something in the town that the country can’t offer.

You don’t want to think too hard on that, either.

#aki hayakawa x reader #hayakawa aki x reader #csm #aki hayakawa #writings #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #if u can tell I rushed the later half #no u cant #also love the fact that the town/country mouse was in the manga since the very beginning of the story #w taiyo reading it #n then brought back in the 2nd half #x reader #reader insert

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venelona · 4 years

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My Great Comic Masterpost

Last edit 26/12/2023 (end of the year update. again.)

*in big letters are big comics or comics that are important for my history

*in BOLD letters are the newest additions to the post

👻My Desktop Ghosts (Ukagakas)

Ghost Future Leonardo (ROTTMNT)

Ghost Macaque (Lego Monkie Kid)

@funkulittlemothman (OC ghost, collab)

📕My AO3 Link

(Includes fanfics about Frans (Undertale), Dragonfruit (Lego Monkie Kid), Dazatsu (Bungou Stray Dogs))

🤍Undertale:

Gyftmas gift (Underfell Frans)

Frans bingo board

It’s not about the size (Midnight Frans)

Dusttale - Lost Memories - Journey (Dusttale Frans)

Mistletoe? (Lockfell Frans)

Bad To The Bone (Underfell Frans, in parts, incomplete)

New update (Artificialtale Frans)

Trick or Treat (Undertale)

We Don’t Talk About Gaster (animated collab)

Sick day (Underlust Frans)

Midnight special (Midnight Frans, 7 parts, complete)

It’s Midnight (Midnight Frans, incomplete)

Windy day (Frans fam)

My cage (Undertale Frans)

Nerves of steel (Undertale Frans)

Middle life crisis (Underswap Frans)

Investigation Part 1&2 (Undergate Frans)

Honest Drunk (Swapfell Frans)

Money? Take it? Please?? (Mermaid Sans x Frisk)

Dusttale - Lost Memories - Warm (Dusttale Frans)

Looking back (Parasite!tale Frans)

Experiment backfired (Underlab Frans)

Proud fiance (Reapertale Frans)

Falling for you (Nightmare Sans x Frisk)

No looking up! (Swapfell Frans)

Dusttale - Lost Memories - Beginning (Dusttale Frans)

Beach Time Season 1 (Nightmare Sans x Frisk)

Mermaid transition (Swapfell Frans)

Heart eyes (Swapfell Frans)

Plant the seed (Fated Swap Frans)

Break out (Songfell Frans)

Tiny socks (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

Trust me (Lockfell)

Comic and a Criminal (Storyfell, 7 parts, complete)

Christmas present (Nightmare Sans x Frisk)

Tired night (Songfell Frans)

Skeleton got your tongue? (Songfell Frans)

Wings of Death (Reapertale Frans)

It begins (Lockfell, will do different masterpost later)

No drool (Swapfell Frans)

Here for you (Swapfell Frans)

Shoot and win (Underfell Frans)

Tasty snack boy (Underfell Frans)

Shower song (Underfell)

Wish upon my star (Underfell Frans)

Nice skeleton (Songfell Frans)

Your worst nightmare (Nightmare Sans x Frisk, 2 parts)

Gods in the city (Reapertale Frans)

Gimme attention (Horrortale Frans, dogs)

Undernovela time (Error Sans x Frisk)

Egg (Error Sans x Frisk)

Happy Father’s Day (Error Sans x Frisk)

Sorcery (Underswap Frans, mage Blue, 6 parts, incomplete)

Error and bees (Error Sans)

Horror and Dogs (Horrortale Frans, dogs)

Who Wants To Live Forever (new) (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

Mistletoe~ (Horrortale Frans)

The Longest Proposal Ever (Horrortale Frans, 7 parts, complete) (+ sketches)

Mafia Tsundere Boss (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

Dating Stop! (Underswap Frans)

Pocky Day (Horrortale Frans)

Super Smash Sans (Wraithtale Frans)

Sans the Death Eater (Undertale x Harry Potter crossover, Frans)

Pay your bills (Horrortale Frans)

Check it out Sheriff (Wild West AU Frans)

The Great Bug Killer (Wild West AU Frans)

Care for a ride? (Wild West AU Frans)

Don’t you like this dress? (Underfell Frans)

Comfy hoodie (Horrortale Frans)

Stop pouting! (Error Sans x Frisk)

Message passed (Message Recieved Frans)

The witch and her student (Wiccafell Frans, part 1 and part 2)

Just a dream (Wiccafell Frans)

Tiny witch! (Wiccaswap Frans)

Game night (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

Reconsaliation (Horrortale Frans)

How Did You Get Your Girlfriend? (Multiuniverse Frans)

I am the law!! (Storyfell Frans)

Boop the snoot (Felldritch (Horrorfell) Frans)

On a stroll (Horrortale Frans, has two parts but no story xD)

Pregananant (Underfell Frans)

Help needed (Error Sans x Frisk)

TAKE IT ALL! (Undertale Frans, fanfic fanart)

You beat yourself to it (Underfell Frans)

Gameeeeerrrrrs (Undertale Frans, fanfic fanart)

You got booped! (Undertale Frans)

Mistletoe! (Underfell Frans)

How do you hold hands even (Undertale Frans, fanfic fanart)

I didn’t mean it (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

Wedding day (Underswap Frans)

Ice skating~ (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

I will be your friend (Error Sans x Frisk, fanfic fanart)

Not on our wedding! (Underfell Frans)

Who Wants To Live Forever (old) (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

Let’s pretend it didn’t happen (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

Matchmaking fish (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

It’s not what you think it is, mom! (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

You did it this time (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

Google, why (Underfell Frans, fanfic fanart)

Bath time (Mobtale Frans, fanfic fanart)

You will pay (Mobtale Frans, fanfic fanart)

Error goes full Jojo (Error Sans)

Eat it! You must! (Underfell)

It’s my dad you are talking about (Underfell)

T-pose to assert dominance (fanfic fanart)

Weapon making! (koiikun’s boys shinenigans)

Papyrus fanclub (Underfell)

MAGICIAN!! (Deltarune)

💕Ask Frans:

2K EVENT (Error x Frisk, Ink x Frisk, Storyshift Frans, in parts, complete)

Dog daddy (Horrortale Frans, dogs)

Tongues (Horrortale Frans, dogs)

Sans and his bike (Underfell Frans)

Right into my heart (Horrortale Frans)

Protect me! (Underfell Frans)

Give me my Frisk back! (Multiuniverse Frans)

Marry her already! (Multiuverse Frans)

Mistletoe yet again (Underfell Frans)

If you love you share (Underfell Frans)

Jealousy and Tsunderes (Underswap Frans)

Here’s Sansy! (Horrortale Frans)

Loud bang (Horrortale Frans)

The day we met again (Horrortale Frans, fanfic related)

💖Self Insert Related:

A game I made once for a game jam

Best sister’s special day (Nightmare Sans)

Coupon! (BHC Blue)

First meeting

My blog in a nutshell

Temtem tamer

I am tall (4k special)

Welcome to the boy band (MSI boyband)

Hunting Cocopuff

Art block is here

Words of inspiration

Tumblr why

🦇Obey Me:

Fly with me (Beel)

Chocolate Lizard (Beel)

Beel loves food (Beel)

Let me sleep (All the bois)

Kabedon time (Lucifer)

Obey me x Unus Annus

🐢Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

MY FULL TMNT MASTERPOST

Snow (Apritello, post-movie)

Oldest brother (post-movie)

Mark swap

To the North Pole (Apritello)

The pieces of you (post-movie)

Leo’s debut (post-movie?)

Kabedonnie (Apritello)

Too soon, Donnie (post-movie)

Disaster Twins do not take group photos

Hide and Seek Champion

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pink-sparkly-witch · 7 months

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Jacklesverse Bingo

I really should stop saying never when it comes to bingos! 😅 Anyhoo... here's my card for @jacklesversebingo

I cannot wait to get stuck into these! 💖

Spring in Fall - Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!Female Reader Scent Bond

Take Care of You - Jensen Ackles x Female Reader Established Relationship

The One That Got Away Timestamp: Adopting Miracle - Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader "Guess I'm just a sucker for stray dogs and naked guys."

#jacklesversebingo #jacklesversebingo23 #watch this space

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nochiquinn · 2 years

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campaign 3 episode 17:

I am so tired, my kid's on half days this week and I'm not getting my usual nap because of it, I am a Disaster and if I fall asleep halfway through the episode no one is allowed to judge me

samuel

"in theatres! crazy things to say right now that don't make sense!" because there iS A PANDEMIC

wait I was muted was there vince mcmahon salt

it's so fuckin CUTE

"that is not child safe" "still going on my dog"

HEY IF YOU LIKE LAURA BAILEY SINGING YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT STRAY GODS BY SUMMERFALL GAMES

say Ariks Eshteross' Airship five times fast

oh no nightmare lights

"I bet it looks cool in the theaters"

put gem in mouth

"you should never have to run into the storm alone"

"what time is it" it's 3:01 am

"whichever way they bend"

I love the idea that orym sleeps like a cat

imogen gets halfway down the stairs and starts going into withdrawal

>waifish >dwarf

saM

marisha's dice redemption arc

"don't fuck with me matt mercer"

sldkfhs travis

I just need all of them to give up and share one room at all times

"I've been up for a little while just lookin atcha"

ashton and fcg <3

travis just hiding his face

"is he dead?!" "no, I just heard him screaming"

[smacks fcg with a newspaper every time he offers someone therapy unsolicited]

(I was gonna say spray with a water bottle but that might end badly)

"not GRAB it bc it will fall off"

"you can borrow my ears any time"

I love their little identify lens

🎶who can say if I've been changed for the better🎶

I KNEW IT addictive rock

put it in a cart with a bunch of bananas, that's how you test if it's evil

quietly references every other campaign

fearne you specifically know what swapping around a potentially evil object does

"I'm alive" "press x"

I would like to touch the crystal now matt

love the dichotomy between the players 👀 and the characters 🤷‍♀️

traVIS

"fuckin imogen"

chetney: fuckin imogen laudna: yes

(I don't go here I just can't pass up a setup like that)

"can you grow flowers whenever you want?" "🌷"

ashton

I don't like it

"I immediately start tracking fearne" dad friend orym

ashton either has so many regrets or is having the time of their life, it's impossible to tell

evon calling

did imogen's accent just get 400x stronger or is it just me

fcg: competish ashton: 😒

jiana hexum 🤝 veruca salt I want one now

fcg your self-sacrifice has to have an upper limit

chetney

oh. oh fuck.

ashley's face when the penny dropped

"should you bring a buddy? ....or a minder?"

"I know horses. I've eaten a few." well now we know how this campaign's horses are gonna die

not the shania twain

they did it, they broke eshteross

fearne he is eating

sam literally just telling the audience to fuck off for ten minutes

marisha trying to take sam out

persuade grandpa out of his biscottis

"why limit yourself to the player characters?"

someone do a religion check so I can get a bingo

ashton: we will stop percieving me immediately

orym using the hammer as a stepstool

samuel

is it like cabal's ruin where they're gonna build up charges and then unleash them all at once

oh no

that one scene from falcon and the winter soldier

someone mention marwa so I can get a bingo

"don't touch my stuff for three weeks"

I'm enjoying Silly Orym

mala: travis in any shopping scene with his wife: how can I be a Problem

laura starts playing star stables

roll for horse girl

bloodstorm

chetney: blood magic me: [whispers] maleficar

I love him

I put on my blood robe and blood wizard hat

TRAVIS

matt just scooting away

GET HIS ASS

mala: the dc for this is 1

"get your third character ready"

OH RIGHT there are people who suffered that in a group

aw man I apparently missed a cute video

LIGHTS

PLANTS

"I just got a little bit teary-eyed in my face"

aww imogen gets Quiet

"I got instantly itchy thinking about it" "yaaaaay that's called immersion"

"you've never ridden a horse?" "my sister in christ I basically am a horse"

orym straps himself to the back of one horse like a pelt in red dead

horse aesthetics. horsethetics.

this is becoming some oregon trail logistics

"natural 20! that means we fight a dragon."

"that is not a horse OR fearne"

the roast of sam reigel

"that's not a script it's just ad copy" "the script's on the monitors"

"oh for FUCK'S - "

Silly Orym has backfired

a RABBIT CALL

commit to the bit

do the watership down dying rabbit scream

orym you can't throw greens at it like a chocobo

orym's gonna get eaten by a t-rex

I lucid dream bc my brain gets mad when my dreams are poorly-written

ORYM

you're gonna get your fingers bit off

liam sees a gem and insists on stealing it from wherever it was

orym: I got you a rock

soul gem vs black soul gem

it's an opal, they will be hearing from my lawyers

sir floppers, rabbit, loonch, escargot, heart, and one-way

"he's foreign, don't worry about it

taliesin knows

"I don't like to get attached to things that are clearly going to die. like all of you."

"we only have five horses, how did we get six names!"

"if you take rabbit from me I'll kill you"

"your beau dice were talking shit about you yesterday" samuel

nooo I'm fading, I've been doing so well

they both get eaten

and them liam derails the whole game to talk to ashton for an hour

(this is not a complaint)

fcg goes to sleep and the fantasy kudzu overtakes him in the night

Birdie and Oleander

"sounds like a musical"

matt: you can attach it to a small item sam: I'M a small item!

sam doesn't watch the product

you can't touch the two silver millenium crystals to each other it'll blow up the planet

BUTTERFLIES

"everyone turns into sheep" when we first started the polycule my partner's wife insisted on calling it "polymorphism" which is in fact a WoW spell that turns you into a sheep

"you, fearne. you're special" cries

the way orym looks at fearne. just all the quiet, steady affection in the world.

the kind of person who says "you're special" and means it right down to his bones.

rolls to find fey gate, finds a dragon

midday loonch

bits of....edibles

ashton and fearne just spend the entire night trying to steal shit from each other

see I was joking but I knew it would probably happen

"you can always just ask. what do you want." "I want to not ask."

ashley 100% have left that last word off but she was never gonna

"this isn't how I started" excuse

oh ashton

is this how rock genasi work??

"I might try to steal it" "I would be very entertained"

RAIN

BACKSTORY

I've been avoiding earbuds but my roommate is awake for once and her keyboard is so LOUD and I wanna hear this

HANGING TREE THEORY CONFIRM??

everybody at the table

laura: I wanna throw something at her

marisha's so proud of herself

"you're the happiest person in this bunch" "of course. the worst thing that's ever happened to me has already happened."

taliesin's eyes are about to pop out of his head

like he's VALID

sam's face

her whole everything about her right now. face. posture. voice. god I love marisha ray so much.

"they cut my ears to make them pointy" MARISHA

my automatic assumption is keyleth body bc it's marisha but dark hair means possibly vex

also being keyleth might be a little on the nose

3 am is my new favorite euphemism

taliesin just mouthed "we'll talk later motherfucker" at marisha

ohh the golden sunrise light before the green kicked on

I love everything about this set

(how excited do you think matt is to get to use all these new buttons)

MISTY JUNGLE RAIN

somewhere mica burton is threatening travis and taliesin's lives

travis that's how you break one of their stupid weaksauce finger legs

blue flower???

DORIAN

LIGHTNING FLOWER

CHROMATIC ROSE????

that's the COOLEST FUCKING NAME

what in the kurama

orym that's gay

ashley and laura missed campsite rolling bc ashley was putting a flower behind laura's ear

[whaps fcg with a newspaper]

ffs they're not even sitting next to each other anymore

ROLL FOR FREAKY FRIDAY

what if they get the permanent mind link that yasha thought she had with veth

did we unlock fcg's ptsd babygate??

oh the music

oh no mutual psychic damage

what in the return to witch mountain

nobody in this party knows how to take watch

"this is fine"

neither of them can see over a particularly large rock, is this wise

dragon

or gnolls?

(regular gnoll, regular gnoll)

the return of dbp

orym: I will pry everyone's backstory out of them with a crowbar

(I say "orym" like that's not just liam at all times)

"what's the moon for"

HUSBAND

"o....ohhh."

liam: I will pry MY OWN backstory out of me with a crowbar

time is soup

"you're so young" "so was he" oh that hurt

who had Orym's Husband Died In The Air Ashari Attack

(literally everyone)

chetney is all of us

hand of the tempest

"gray-black leather clad" somebody go scrub through all of campaign 2 and tell me what krynn assassins wear

"you're a rare one; I actually believe you"

fearne knows!

dorian knows!!!

do the rest of the crownkeepers know??

I have to imagine they do

BIG MOON LITTLE MOON

I'm gonna DIE

"it's just raining"

(something something ruidius something cursed life)

eMOtional DAmage

in the dark of the niiiiight

willothwisp

taliesin

fable pixie laugh noises

"can you scare it off" "it's from the feywild, it might not be scared of me!" ".....maybe it'll think you're hot"

hey, listen!

dear fairies we are sleeping

ashton no

give it a shiny

it's definitely going to eat them

"don't OFFER"

"this is not an eatable face"

"why am I sounding old"

"fearne'll get weird" GET weird?

it's gonna fly at laudna's face and that's where matt's gonna call it

you just called it a slur in morse code

twitch I'll fight you

ashton playing with pate

DETECT THOUGHTS THE FAIRY that can only go well

"you're making a fairy house? like my daughter?"

"I made it a fairy tent out of sleeves"

"same grill"

"it's gonna crawl into your nostril" goa'uld fairy

liam what in shit was that laugh

fearne: fucking flying rats

"the pizza rats of the feywild"

FAIRY CRY

WILLOTHWISP

willotheanglerfish

"it was a BUTTON I was gonna PRESS IT"

"I hadn't pushed a button all day"

"I would wander into a dark forest for a flying gummy bear"

I am the last person to realize campaign 3 episode 17 was on 3/17

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 3 years

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Requests for this card are closed, thank you to anyone who sent in requests! If you don’t want to see these you can block the tag #false bthb. As always shoot me an ask if you wanna be tagged in future stories, whether it be for bad things happen bingo or any of the other series, one shots or in general!

To Cure the Inevitable

Summary: Roman is so tired of endangering himself and everyone around him everytime he changes. Logan promises to help cure him, an old agreement never straying far in his mind

Warnings: major character death, body horror, gore, injury, needle, injected euthanasia.

Prompt: Painful Transformation, requested by Nico on AO3

Ships: Logince QPR (Logan x Roman)

WC: 2303

“Logan if none of these work-”

“One of them has to.”

“Shut up and listen for a second.” Logan jerked his head up to meet Roman’s desperate gaze, his features softening as he saw the worry in his friend’s face. “I know how hard you're working and I love you so much for it but...if none of these work- Logan I can’t keep doing this.”

Logan knew. He knew how hard it was for Roman every month, saw it in the scars tracing his body and the guilty conscience he bore every time after. Months of repeating the same thing over and over again without coming close to what they wanted. Logan knew but he was still loath to hear it.

“If these don’t work I want to die.”

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“Logan.”

Logan jerked his head up to meet Roman’s desperate gaze, his features softening as he saw the worry in his friend’s face.

“Roman I- this is it.” Logan held up the syringe full of liquid, the smooth glass reflecting the full moon’s light shining through the window. The room was dim save for that; dim lighting didn’t make for accurate scientific endeavors but Roman hated the bright lights, especially when he- well, he cared more for his friends comfort than any rules he learned getting his degree. He supposed it was odd, going from working in a small research lab to making one of his own out in the middle of nowhere. An unassuming cabin with just enough homey touchy to assure no one would break in on the assumption it was abandoned. Enough furniture had been moved to it that it was a comfortable weekend stay to any who may wish it, fireplace stacked with wood and no perishables shoved into the cabinets for overnight stays. It was comfortable but he and Roman usually only came here once a month. Two days out of the month this was their home, though they usually stayed in the basement.

The basement that was also well stocked but with very different supplies. First aid kits lay on practically every surface with more advanced surgical supplies within easy reach anywhere you happened to stand in the room. Sterilized countertops were a;ways optimized to have something laid on them for examination and two big industrial sinks were set on either side of the room considering how messy the work often was down here. A dolly and cart sat nearby the steps to get any supplies Logan needed from upstairs to down in the basement and ample shelving space provided room for it all. The biggest installment however, was a rather large, iron and silver coated cage; Logan didn’t know if those metals really helped anything but when it came to this he wasn;t sure if “overprepared” was ever a word he’d use.

Roman sat cross legged in the middle, hair tousled messily from running his fingers through it all night from stress. His too large hospital gown pooled around and left him looking small and vulnerable, which was a far cry from his normally boisterous and extraverted self. He was only twenty-five but the lines on his face spoke a different story, wrinkles pulled far too many times from stress and pain and regret, bags sagging under heavy eyelids as he struggled to even look Logan in the eye. Par for the course when they were down here together, neither of them ever quite ready to address what they knew was coming whether they ever wanted it too or not.

Logan gripped the vile tightly, the needle covered for now as soft music played in the background. Everything was tuned to Roman as much as Logan could possibly make it. Soft disney instrumentals played to fill the tense air, lights turned dim so the brightness never hurt his eyes, hospital gown made by him and Logan themselves using softer but cheap materials so it was comfortable but didn't cost too much to fix or replace when it was torn to shreds. The clock was put in plain view for Roman to see since he often got time based anxiety when he was down here, which Logan could hardly blame him for. They had tried lining the cage comfortably with pillows and carpet and blankets a couple years back but it hadn’t gone over as well as they had hoped so they had spent a couple days extra at the cabin cleaning up the unexpected mess before agreeing that unfortunately, a bare cage worked best for their purpose.

“Logan.” Roman twisted his fingers together and looked up at him finally, face tight and eyes wide as they caught the time and the angle of the moon. “Can you...not the whole time obviously but...can I maybe hold your hand?”

Logan had always prided himself on keeping his emotions in check even through the most painful situations. Scientific research often had you making tough calls and difficult decisions that needed to be made fast with any guilt pushed to the background as you carried out what needed to be done. But hearing Roamn ask for such a simple thing, voice hesitant and quiet, his heart nearly cracked at the mere thought of denying him though they both knew how dangerous it had the potential to be.

“Roman, of course.” Immediately he was on his knees, vial stored safely in his pocket and reaching out with his now free hands to clutch at Roman’s desperately, squeezing every ounce of reassurance he had into the gesture as he smiled thinly. His chest grew tight at the realization that this really was all he could do, hold onto Roman pale, shaking hands through a cage while they both sat on the floor and waited. Both of them let the simple ambiance of soft violins wash over them as the minutes ticked away, their hearts beating rapidly through their hands.

“I said- I said goodbye today. Just in texts I- normal send off from talking about nothing. They don’t know that I might...I didn’t make it obvious.” Roman hung his head. “We don’t know if this one will be the cure right?”

Logan swallowed thickly, not daring to look up. “No, we don’t”

“If it doesn’t work...I don’t want to leave.”

“I know.” The last one hadn’t worked, and Logan was determined for this to be the most comfortable setting he could muster. He wouldn’t break, not yet, not while Roman still needed him. Over the past month he had hid his expenses from his friend, setting things up he knew Roman would enjoy. He could tell Roman had an idea it was his “just in case” plans and played along accordingly. Logan didn’t have the heart- no, the courage to tell him he had known it was the end a month ago. The last “cure” he had tried had failed to reverse anything like it was supposed to. Years of research carefully poured into a mix of perfect chemistry failing miserably and settling its weight on his heavy shoulders every time he had taken Roman to that restaurant he liked, or the park where they had first met, or the hill they had first danced on. All of the memories that brought joy and laughter to Roman’s face spoiled in Logan’s eyes every time the thought that he had failed him entered his mind.

He had successfully kept Roman in the dark however, knowing how hard Roman would take it. They had discussed this before, Roman knew on some level that this was coming, it was Logan’s job to tell him when. But...Roman had said his goodbyes. He had lived as best he could, he trusted Logan to know what was best. Even if Logan felt as if he was simply taking an old dog through the motions one last time, the thought made even worse with the fact that he had stolen enough euthanizer from a vets office to serve his purpose. But Roman was relatively happy, he was still hopeful, he still clung to Logan like a lifeline; so Logan couldn’t tell him there was no cure left. There was nothing at all but a syringe full of death that Logan would use when Roman had turned because it was easier to see the pain of a beast's eyes rather than the pain of the person he loved most.

He fell backwards suddenly as Roman shoved him away, face already twisted as his limbs began twitching. Logan forced himself not to look away- this was his punishment. He had to watch every second of this to burn it into his memory as petinance for what he had done, what he was going to do. He hoped it tortured his mind every second until he died and continued to do so while he burned in hell. He hoped Roman hated him for it, resented him and told him so in his dreams if he ever managed to sleep again. He watched wide-eyed and stiff as Roman curled into himself, a pained whine escaping through his mouth as his back spasmed and split, instantly soaking the gown he wore with thick, dark blood and splattering on the bottom of the cage. Twisting limbs slid on the slippery surface as joints popped and bones cracked under the force of his transformation, becoming longer and bent to accommodate for the hulking form finally shredding the gown as it flopped to the floor. His face was the worst, mouth open in a shrill scream that echoed in the soundproof basement as rows and rows of teeth shattered the pre existing ones and the jaw jutted forward to accommodate them all. Acid spilled from it, making the swelling tongue writhe in pain and temporarily cut off the scream, replacing it with a dull gurgling that had haunted Logan’s worst nightmares for years. His hair fell in clumps as his ears tore from their usual place to reposition themselves, becoming pointed and alert before folding back as his body shifted one final time to adjust itself to the beast it had become.

Roman’s new forn barely fit in the cage, twitching muscle pressed painfully into the bars as the skin worked desperately to knit itself back together, sticking to the bars in its haste and being torn away as he attempted to turn in the small space. Growling low the beast swiveled its massive head to look directly at Logan, as if he knew exactly what was going to happen as Logan slowly stood and wiped the annoying rivulets of water that ran down his face. He wasn’t crying, he needed to hold it together for Roman. Roman needed him right now, more than he ever had in the years after Logan had found out about this, in the years he had studied to be able to help him, in the months leading up to the final try. Roman needed him and Logan would be damned if he wasn’t there for him as he needed him to be.

Taking shaking steps forward he fumbled in his pocket for a second before grabbing the syringe and bringing it out. The beast looked warily at the needle as it was exposed, the glint from the moon flashing briefly in his eyes. Logan jerked his head up to meet Roman’s desperate gaze, his features softening as he saw the worry in his friend’s face. He took a steadying breath as he reached the cage, bringing his hand up slowly, both of their eyes locked onto Logan’s hand as he positioned it correctly on the plunger. With a quick movement the liquid disappeared from the glass, the caged beast jerking away as far as he could but only succeeding in distancing himself an inch or two. The empty syringe dropped to the floor at the same time Logan’s knees hit it with a resounding crack.

Logan jerked his head up to meet Roman’s desperate gaze, his features softening as he saw the worry in his friend’s face. He brought his hand up to lay on the bars of the cage, trying his best to smile in reassurance. Roman's eyes flashed once before they began to dull, muscles finally untensing as he slumped to the floor slowly. Watching as he closed his eyes Logan reached in carefully to take his deformed hand in his own, squeezing it gently despite the burrs that dug into his skin. He held it long after blood began to run from his much softer flesh, long after it grew cold in his palm and the blood dried and the fingers relaxed, long after the sun came up and went down again and enough time passed for whatever it was that plagued Roman’s body to leave once more leaving only a small, scarred form behind. A form that was far too cold and stiff to be Roman’s but one that Logan forced himself to accept that it was. His back hurt and his legs were numb while his stomach growled and his dry throat spasmed in unspoken sobs but he refused to move.

Moving meant he had control of his actions. And that meant he had had the choice of doing what he had done. He could have tried and convinced Roman to bear through the pain just a few months longer while he tried to find something else. But he hadn’t.

Logan jerked his head up to meet Roman’s desperate gaze, his expression set in death to haunt Logan with its misplaced hope and fear and trust. He hoped Roman had finally found peace even as he prayed he himself never would. The lights buzzed faintly as Logan looked at their hands still intertwined together as comfort for him or Roman he couldn’t remember.

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Makes me wonder how Tommy and Billy would handle being teens in a 50s sitcom.

You sent me down a rabbit hole of 1950s slang and 50s sitcom tropes for this story. I hope I succeeded slightly at giving you a 50s sitcom (laughtrack not included).

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The lined paper rests unattended on the chrome rimmed table, Billy’s eyes straying away from solving for x and towards the counter. There’s a gaggle of his classmates occupying the stools, partially obscuring his view of the broad shouldered soda jerk. All Billy can really see is the scowl of concentration as the man wrestles with the fountain and the way his blonde hair is slicked back, not a single strand escaping from the paper hat he wears. One day Billy will sit at the counter and say hi. One day.

“You know what your dreamboat would notice?”

Billy tenses as he turns to face his twin across the table, Tommy’s grin as mischievous as ever. His first instinct is to deny the dreamboat descriptor but...if the shoe fits it fits, so he settles for what he hopes is a harsh and disinterested. “What?”

“A hot rod.”

“Not this again.”

A waggle of his white eyebrows confirms they are indeed having this talk again. “Just think about it. We convince mom and dad to get a screamer* and all you’d have to do is walk in here, tell ole dreamboat he’s the ginchiest** thing you ever did see, and then off to the passion pit*** for some backseat bingo****.”

“You know the deal isn't for a hot rod.” It is for a car, that much is true. Enough begging and pleading and logically explaining how much easier it would be if they had two cars for the family broke down their parents, an agreement in place that if they (Tommy, mainly) can go a month with no incidents then they can have a car. “We’ll be lucky to get a Metropolitan*****.” Tommy shudders at the thought, his eyes set on something much sleeker and faster, two things their parents will never get him, dad already dropping not so subtle comments about the hooligans that do street racing and how his sons would never be so reckless.

Despite the reality of the situation, his brother has deluded himself into expecting at least a green corvette. “Speaking of the deal, we gotta head out.” A surprising statement from Tommy, punctuality not his strongest skill.

“You gonna finish your malt?” It’s his brother’s fourth one, but still a waste to leave it behind.

“Bet I can finish it in five seconds.”

An easy feat for Tommy. “What do I get if you don’t?”

This gives his brother some pause, no doubt weighing how sure he is of success and how enticing of a prize he can provide. With a snap and smarmy smirk he lays it out, “If I can’t, then I’ll handle all of dad’s slang at dinner.”

Billy levels a serious stare across the table, first at Tommy and then at the three-fourths full chocolate malt. It’s melted a bit since he got it, suggesting that brain freeze is not as imminent as Billy would like. On top of that is the fact that being caught using their powers counts as an incident for their car deal...but for the prize offered, it might be worth it. “You’re on.”

Tommy loosens up his neck, head snapping from side to side, as Billy holds up a finger, waiting until the second hand of his watch hits 12. “In three, two, one, go.” The slurping is obnoxiously loud, the table next to them glancing over in disgusted interest, but Billy isn’t too bothered by it, more concerned at how there’s only about a third of the malt left after two seconds. Striving for subtlety, he flicks his fingers to the cup, thrilled at the way it slowly fills back up and at his brother’s increasingly angry slurping each time the malt reappears. “And time.”

“That was cheating!”

“You failed to set rules, so ain’t that a bite******.”

If not for the deal requiring they avoid a scene, he knows Tommy would have leapt across the table and smacked him on the arm, instead the fury on his brother’s face settles into a worryingly tight lipped smile. “Okay, dad,” for some reason he views being logical and rule oriented as an insult, but Billy readily accepts the compliment, “you win. Let’s go.”

They gather their homework into their satchels and get up. A “Have a nice day!” is lobbed towards them from behind the counter. Billy offers a sheepish wave at the blonde haired dreamboat and then exits. If only he’d remembered how a wronged Tommy reacts, his brother yelling back towards the soda jerk, “He thinks you’re a flutter bum G!”

Instantly Billy sets off down the sidewalk, desperate to get as far from the soda shop as possible and deciding that he can never ever show his face there again. It’s a shame that his brother is so fast, because he’s caught up within a couple seconds. “You mad?” Silence is the only way to get the teasing to stop, so Billy hunkers his shoulders down and keeps walking, unsuccessfully shrugging off the arm Tommy throws around his shoulders, “Aw well ain’t that a bite.”

“I didn’t publicly embarr--” a loud yelp and growl cuts off his sentence. “Say, what was that?”

Tommy zips away in a blur, returning moments later with a resolute nod. “Come on.” Billy follows his brother down an alley between the library and the suit shop, where there’s a scruffy dog backed into a corner by a group of three greasers Billy recognizes as a year ahead of them. “Hey,” Tommy wastes no time in giving away their presence, “why don’t you leave it alone.”

The group turns towards them, the leader sporting a deep sneer. “Why don’t you leave?”

Tommy stands taller at this, always looking for a fight if he can find it, sometimes even egging on a fight if he can’t. “Why don’t you duck asses******* take a long walk off a short pier, huh.”

Not that he disagrees with his brother but this isn’t really the time to provoke a group of people known for their antisocial behavior and proclivity for winning fights. Billy tries to cool his brother down, “Tommy, let’s just,” but It’s too late to de-escalate, Tommy already a streak of green running with his arm cocked and ready the second the leader of the group takes a step towards them.

Billy puts his satchel bag down with a deep sigh and approaches as well, hands held out and fingers bending in rapid succession to form what he hopes is a tight force field around their opponents to allow Tommy safety to do his thing. It’s a strategy mom and dad have practiced a lot with them in the backyard, one they’re only supposed to use in dire circumstances. This seems an appropriate enough time and is surprisingly easier than they practiced, the three guys not nearly as strong as their parents. It’s so easy, Tommy’s back at his side in less than 30 seconds, their opponents appearing dazed and terrified, especially when Tommy holds up their confiscated switchblades.

“What kind of freaks are you?” Billy glances down as the group shoves past them, torn between congratulating Tommy and yelling at him, knowing that this is going to travel fast and there are only so many more ways they can find to explain away something like this. The whispers about their parents are bad enough, if he and Tommy get thrown in as well, he can’t help but picture mom’s chilly anger and dad’s sorrowful disappointment. The only hope is that the greasers are too proud to admit losing a fight.

“Hey, calm down.”

Billy can’t believe his brother has the audacity to try and be soft with him, “I’m ca...oh,” The statement wasn’t directed at him, Tommy kneeling in front of the dog, hand outstretched to allow the cowering animal to sniff it before deciding he is safe. Billy grabs his bag and joins his brother, head cocked to the side as he watches the dog grow more bold in its affection seeking as it starts licking his brother's face. “Whose is it?”

Tommy runs a hand around its neck and shrugs. “No collar.”

“The pound’s not too far from here.” Tommy’s glaring at him. “What? We can’t take it home.”

“Why not?”

This is typical Tommy, act first and think never. “Well gee willikers Tommy, I don’t know, how about this is exactly the type of thing we’re not supposed to be doing this month?”

Defiance instills every ounce of Tommy’s body as he stands up to face him. “You really think mom and dad would be upset? We saved it! We’re heroes!”

“Yes. Not only did we have a brawl with our powers in public but it’s,” Billy looks at the dog, matted fur and muddy paws, big green eyes staring at him, its body still shaking slightly from the experience, and he can’t help but feel like an ass for even trying to argue against it. “Fine, let’s bring it home but we need to clean it and come up with a strategy for telling them, okay?”

**********

They stop outside the house, tucked around the corner so they can’t be seen through the main windows. Billy closes his eyes, fingers steepled as he reaches out for the mental waves of either parent, moving room to room until his assessment is complete. “Mom’s in the kitchen, dad’s not back yet.”

“So what’s the plan?”

Billy considers their options, the two best either being levitating the dog to their bedroom window or Tommy making a run for it while Billy distracts mom. The dog pants happily between them, tethered with a blue leash conjured up by Billy. So far it’s been calm and friendly enough, but there’s no saying how it'll react to levitating, or even if he can manage it without a lot of noise. “I’ll distract mom and you run him upstairs and give him a bath?”

“Okay.”

“Make sure to clean up after, got it?” Tommy flashes him a smile that does little to convince him his brother will follow through, but a car is on the line and Tommy hasn't been sent to the principal in almost two weeks, so there’s hope. “Okay, give me a few minutes and then go in.”

Billy closes his fingers tight around the strap of his satchel, knuckles growing whiter as he walks through the doorway, immediately greeted by mom’s cheerful, “Welcome home!”

He didn’t expect her to come out of the kitchen to greet him, but out she walks, lips spread in a broad, toothy smile. “Hi mom, um,” he has to get her away from the entry and the stairs, “gee mom, I'm awful hungry.” It sounds too fake, especially with the tummy pat he does along with it, and yet she cheerily waves him on into the kitchen where he takes a seat as an apple floats from the fruit basket and into his hand. “Thanks.”

“Where’s your brother?”

“Oh, um he had to stop at the library,” as he says it he knows it’s the wrong lie and that mom’ll see straight through it. “I...I forgot my math book and we figured he’d get it faster, didn’t want to be late for dinner.”

“Well that’s very nice of him.” Crisis averted, for now. Mom sits down next to him, a position that allows her to see out the kitchen and towards the front door, a factor Billy hadn’t calculated for when putting together their plan. “How was your day?”

“Oh, peachy keen,” which is true, up until they left the soda shop at least, “got an A on my history exam and I’m thinking of joining the—“

“Hi mom! Bye mom!” The words whip through the air as Tommy bursts through the door and disappears upstairs.

Besides his brother’s inability to understand stealth, another part of the plan he didn’t think through was the fact that Tommy never skips grabbing food the second he’s through the door. Which must be why mom’s eyes seem to be boring into his soul. “That was odd. I hope your brother is feeling well.” The words are of concern but said with a sharp and prodding edge.

“Oh well,” the rush of water through the pipes cements the oddity of it all, Tommy definitely not one to bypass food for a shower. Billy struggles to figure out a cover. “He spilled some malt on himself at the soda shop, must be sticky?”

This seems to ease some of the suspicion, “What are you thinking of joini-” that is until a muffled bark can be heard followed by a crash. A simple lift of her eyebrows sends a shiver down Billy’s spine, a scarlet sheen developing around her irises as she informs him, “I should check on your brother.”

Billy bolts out of his chair with a quick and shaky, “I’ll check on him,” and races up the stairs before mom can even respond. On his way up he hears a car pull into the driveway, meaning dad is home and that itself will buy him some time since mom will never pass up their disgustingly sappy welcome home routine.

Without knocking he enters the bathroom, making sure to shut and lock the door behind him, even if neither can stop their phasing dad or telekinetic mom. Immediately he can tell whatever has happened up here is a disaster. The trash bin is knocked over, it’s contents strewn across the red and yellow tiles. There is mud and drops of brown water clinging to every surface. Even the shower curtain hasn’t been spared, hanging limply from the last ring that survived whatever battle occurred. “What is going on?”

“Well,” Tommy’s in the bathtub, stripped down to just his underwear and the slightly cleaner than before dog is laying between his feet, tongue lolling happily out of its mouth. “He put up a pretty good fight.”

Billy grabs a towel from the wall, jumping at the clatter the towel rack makes as it falls to the ground. “We’re screwed.”

“Don’t have a cow, just,” Tommy waves his hands vaguely through the air while making a whooshing sound.

The suggestion isn’t a bad one, per se, really it’s the best option. Before doing anything rash, however, Billy thinks back to all the times mom sat him down to give him a lecture on when it is and is not appropriate to mess with reality and what the consequences are if it’s done too much. He’s already altered reality once today with the malt (admittedly something he shouldn’t have done) and he’s a bit wary to do it again if it’s not needed, even for something as small as fixing broken curtain rings. Which, really if he had to define it, maybe it’s not even reality altering but more so advanced telekinesis. Yeah, he could fix them by hand anyway, so it probably doesn’t count. “Fine, let me just,” gently he presses his powers out, feeling for the minds of his parents, careful not to fully touch them, lest they notice he’s prying, he just needs to know how much time he has. The quick sweep informs him that mom is currently halfway up the stairs. “Um, just stand still and don’t mess anything else up.”

“Roger that,” the salute is a bit much but still appreciated.

With eyes pinched shut, Billy throws his arms out wide, blue energy crackling along his skin. Once he feels stabilized, he opens his eyes and gets to work. The trash is whisked back into the bin, shower curtain and towel rod are pieced back together, and the mud and dirty water vanish from the walls, towels, and fixtures. At the sound of the door unlocking, a flick of his wrist closes the shower curtain on Tommy and the dog. “Everything okay up here?”

With a little too much cheerfulness he turns towards mom, her head leaning slightly to the side as she stares at him. “Everything’s just swell.”

The shower curtain parts slightly, Tommy’s face popping out and all Billy can focus on is his very noticeably dry hair. “Just swell ma. Gotta be squeaky clean for dinner!”

Billy finds his mouth moving faster than his thoughts, desperate to get mom’s attention away from Tommy, “Just want to look our best for dinner, they say it’s the most important meal of the day.” And he dies a little inside at how bad he is at improvising but it did at least take mom’s attention away from Tommy long enough to craft a shower cap over his brother’s hair.

What it didn’t accomplish was allaying any suspicion, mom’s already strained smile flickering with suspicion. “What are you two up to?”

Tommy’s, “Nothing at all!” is a little too fast and insincere and now that they’re looking at him again, Billy realizes the shower cap was a mistake as mom crosses her arms, the first sign that trouble is coming for them.

The second sign is the slow, dreadfully calm way she says, “Oh really?”

It is, of course, at this moment that there is a heavy flop accompanied by a panting sound behind the curtain. Mom takes a step towards the shower and Tommy, whose most consistent superpower is making a situation worse, ducks back behind the curtain and pants along with the dog, letting out a, “Man am I parched!” as if this is somehow a natural thing to say.

The third sign is the way mom’s head cocks to the side, eyes a bit dead and her hair the only thing with any liveliness. Then she smirks and he knows they’ve been caught. Billy lifts his hands at the same time as his mom, her scarlet energy ripping away the shower curtain and obscuring his own energy as he flails, hoping something happens.

“Mom!” Somehow the only sight before them is now a naked and soaking wet Tommy.

Billy sends a towel to wrap around his brother and tries hard to avoid making eye contact with either of them.

For their entire lives he has been lauded as the honest one, the mature one, the sensible one and all of that expectation is wrapped up in the way his name falls from his mom’s lips, “Billy?”

“I, um…”

A tinkling sound, like a wind chime, rises up from the floor and with it the crimson, vibranium laced head of their dad, “Wanda, darling, boys, time for,” he falters, face scrunching up before he sneezes.

“Vizh, are you okay?” All attention moves from the anomaly of the shower to the worryingly normal action of a sneeze coming from an unusual source.

Dad finishes phasing up through the tiles, pulling out a handkerchief from the pocket of his coat and dabbing his nose. “Oh yes, just allergies.”

“Allergies?”

“Yes, what a bother to deal with.” Dad says it so naturally and with such vim it’s hard not to believe he’s a long time sufferer of such an affliction.

Mom, however, remains dubious and transfixed, “Whatever are you allergic to?”

They all wait for the answer, curiosity thickening the air around them. Dad gives a little shrug and nonchalantly declares, “Dogs.”

Billy glances over at Tommy who angrily pantomimes that they need to keep quiet and pretend like nothing weirder than normal is happening. Thankfully their mom is still stuck on what their synthezoid father is saying, “Since when?”

“Since today!” An infectious cheerfulness abounds in dad’s explanation, hands moving about enthusiastically as he regales them. “At the water cooler everyone was complaining about their allergies and in order to be a cube******** I said something along the lines of ‘dog dander is just a yuck********* isn’t it.’ Then I realized that if any of my coworkers were to ever bring a canine around, that I would need to respond appropriately. Thus I heightened my olfactory sensors to recognize dog dander and reprogrammed my bodily response to be a sneeze if it’s presence is detected.” Dad leans towards them all with conspiratorial pride, “I even went to the pet store to test it out over lunch.”

“I wonder why your olfactory sensors thought there was a,” without even a hint of hesitation, mom’s scarlet tinged eyes snap back to them, “dog in the house?”

Billy considers phasing through the floor to escape but is rescued by dad, yet again, “Must have had some fur stuck to my jacket from the pet store. Knocked it loose when I came up to tell you all that dinner is ready and no doubt getting cold.”

Reluctantly mom drops it with a, “Tommy please put on clothes and both of you be downstairs pronto.”

Their, “yes, mom!” is synchronized and attempts to be upbeat.

Tommy waits barely two seconds after they leave to ask what’s been tumbling around in his mind, “Where did you send the dog?”

“I...I don’t know?”

“What?!”

Billy tries not to feel guilty about the mistake, especially since Tommy’s the reason they’re in this pickle, “It all happened so fast and I had to do something!”

Instead of responding, a gust of air blows past Billy as Tommy disappears and then reappears fully clothed. “We can figure it out later, I’m starving.”

******

At dinner Billy absentmindedly picks at his plate, stomach too unsettled by the unknown location of the dog and the seemingly omniscient stares from mom. “What do you all think?” Dad always asks this when he cooks, a question both from curiosity and pride of what he’s done.

Tommy, a human garbage pail, takes a break from stuffing his mouth, “It’s bitchin’.”

“Thomas,” this isn’t the compliment dad was seeking, “what have we covered about appropriate language?”

“Um,” they have covered a lot, or so Billy has heard from eavesdropping in, but Tommy always slips up anyways, the real test is in how he recovers. “I meant to say, gee it is just the bee’s knees.”

An appreciative nod from dad absolves his brother’s sin, “Well to that I say,” not that dad has eyebrows, in the traditional sense, but he is really good at giving the sense of wiggling big bushy ones in delight whenever he’s about to say something...youthful, “I dig it.”

Tommy, true to his loss at the soda shop, doesn’t flinch and even takes it a step further, “Anything you cook is made in the shade*********, dad.”

“That is a good thing?” Only after Tommy’s thumbs up does dad’s face break out into a victorious grin, “well cowabunga!”

“Vision, dear,” mom’s voice is amicable but far less complimentary than Tommy’s assessment, “Are you sure you used paprika?”

This seems to warrant investigation, dad standing up and hovering towards the stove, crimson fingers searching through the spices. It’s while everyone else is focused on the spicy answer that Billy senses another presence, a light tap tap tap drawing his eyes to the fluffy fur and bright pink tongue of the dog making its way towards the table. Billy tries to shoo it away with a couple of sparks of blue, but the dog persists, coming to sit right next to him. “Oh, it was cayenne!” With the dinner revelation concluded, Billy knows he only has seconds to act. Quickly he guides the dog under the table with a piece of chicken, his legs forming a makeshift cage around it.

Mom’s voice forces his attention back to the table, “Maybe you should leave the paprikash to me next time.”

“Oh Wanda, one day I will master i—achoo!” The sneeze is strong enough to send dad halfway through his chair, body solidifying once he’s floated back up to his seat, “Excuse me.”

Both Tommy and mom are staring at Billy now and he can’t decide who to acknowledge.

Mom smiles too sweetly at him. “What did you boys get up to today?” Each syllable is sharpened to perfection, an interrogation about to commence.

“Well, um, as I told you earlier,” having one conversation is difficult, especially when it’s tense and sure to be filled with lies, but having two is even harder. Billy sends a thought into his brother’s head, detailing where the dog is and that he is going to send the dog to Tommy who then needs to get it away from them. “We had school,” Billy opens his legs and nudges the dog with his foot. Instead of moving, it places its head in his lap. A tendril of blue leaves his finger and pulls the tablecloth over the the dog’s snout, “got our history tests back”

“Achoo!!”

“Went to the soda shop.”

“Achoo!”

Billy does his best to ignore his dad, too preoccupied with trying to pull the dog away with his powers, “Then we um,” but the dog thinks it’s a game and keeps coming back, “came home.”

“Achoo!”

“Where’s the dog?”

Mom’s voice leaves no room for disagreement or excuses, and yet Tommy still valiantly tries. “What dog?”

“Achoo!”

“This is ridiculous .” Three words and suddenly they’re all glowing red and five feet off the ground, the table going with them, leaving only a dogless floor below. “Billy, where’d you put it?”

Sweat has accumulated on his forehead from the energy it’s taking to keep up the ruse, “I don’t know wh,” and then there’s a woof! loud and clear from the basement. He hangs his head as he sends his powers down and phases the dog back up to the kitchen. Only then does mom put them back on the ground. “We were going to tell you.”

“Word from the bird L we were,” Tommy adds with utmost sincerity.

“I think,”

“Achoo!”

Mom rolls her eyes, her lips perking up at her husband’s plight. “Vision, can you turn off your allergy please?”

“Oh yes, of course.” All it seems to take is a quick shake of his head, nose crinkled for added effect, and his sneezing subsides. “I am now cured.”

“Wonderful, dear.” The sweetness in her voice segues to an uncomfortable neutrality. “Whose dog is this?”

Billy looks at Tommy and Tommy at Billy, neither seeming to be willing to talk. Billy mouths You lost and even though it is an admittedly weak argument, it seems to be persuasive. “We don’t know. Found it in an alley with no collar. He needed a bath,” understanding dawns on mom’s face, “and then we were going to tell you, honest.”

“William, Thomas,” full names always precede a lecture from dad, “I believe I speak for your mother and I when I say we are disappointed that you kept such a secret from us,” mom nods in agreeance, Billy’s heart sinking at the words, “we have tried to raise you to be comfortable with speaking to us and it is saddening to see you keep such innocuous secrets.”

“We’re really sorry,” and Billy means it.

“Never again,” Tommy’s sentiment is truly sincere but also more than likely a lie.

It’s enough for their parents, dad’s disappointment replaced with gratitude at their apologies and mom’s anger fading away as she speaks, “Thank you for the explanation.” Their parents share a little knowing look. “You know, your father and I…”

Dad takes over, turning his loving gaze towards his sons, “Yes, your mother and I have been talking about getting a family pet for some time now.,” He pats his knee, the dog happily trotting over, its tongue flopping about as dad scratches behind its ears, “it seems one managed to find us.”

“Cut the gas********! Are you serious?” Tommy is vibrating from so much excitement Billy won’t be surprised if he makes a hole in the floor.

“We are.” The dog barks, tail wagging as if it knows what’s going on. Dad bends lower to be level with their newest family member’s face, “What say you, Sparky, you want to stay with us?” Another bark confirms it, mom conjuring up a green collar with a diamond tag around its neck.

Billy can’t help but smile; it seems their misadventure didn’t go too poorly, something Tommy will no doubt brag about for months to come. “Oh and boys?”

“Yes, mom?”

“About the car,” Tommy can barely contain his joy at what this day is turning into, “I think this little incident resets your month.”

And joy exists no more in the Maximoff household, or so Tommy’s betrayed, “You can’t do that!” suggests.

Dad merely shrugs, “Rules are rules, Thomas, and I believe it is as you and your brother like to say: ain’t that the bite.”

1950’s language translator (for phrases not commonly used today):*

*Screamer: a hot rod ** Ginchiest: someone who is either very attractive or has a really nice personality *** Passion pit: Drive-in theater **** Backseat Bingo: making out in a car. ***** Metropolitan: type of car in the 1950s. I googled the worst cars of the 50s and it was high up on many lists. It was super compact and apparently not very fast. ***** Ain’t that a bite: Too bad ****** Flutter bum: very attractive man ******* Duck ass: type of hair style that is greased back into a ducktail like shape. ******** cube: normal person ********yuck: displeasure, annoyance ******** made in the shade: guaranteed success ********* word from the bird: no lie, I’m telling the truth **********Cut the gas: quit it, stop joking

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