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cre8inghavoc · 2 months

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What are friends for?

PT. 5

Status: ongoing!!

Updates: no set date.

WC: 3252

Pairing: megumi fushiguro x FEM!reader

Genre/Warnings:[18+] Characters are aged up. This story contains toxic boyfriend, cursing, name calling, self-doubt/hate, angst, breaking up, post-breakup, alcohol, drug use, drunk moments, new friends, dating!au, college!au, no curses!au, dark humour, dark jokes. SMAU.

RECAP:

"Okay... how do you know Megu-" Maki starts to ask before you interject.

"He was the one walking his dog when he saw my ex and I... you know," you explain, your voice trailing off.

"No way. That was him?" Maki's eyes widen in shock as realization dawns on her.

Confusion ripples through the group as they exchange glances, processing the revelation. Then, Maki's words sink in.

"The one that saved her from her toxic ex," she clarifies, her tone tinged with awe.

As you and Megumi are settled on the couch, a boy with pink hair approaches, radiating a gentle charm. His smile beams as he extends his hand for a hand shake.

"Hi, I'm Yuji Itadori. Nice to meet you!" His grin is infectious.

You stand to greet him properly, but a sudden dizziness overtakes you, blurring your vision. Itadori's grip steadies you, while Megumi rushes to help from behind. Concern fills the room, drawing Maki to your side.

"Are you okay, y/n?" Itadori asks, worried.

"Forgot your pills, y/n?" Maki chimes in, her concern showing.

You gather yourself, "I'm alright, thanks. And no, Maki, I didn't have time to grab them. We were in a rush..."

"Pills?" Megumi's curiosity peaks.

Maki explains, "She has anemia. Needs her iron supplements twice a day, or she feels a bit off. Guess standing up too fast caught up with her." She guides you back to the couch gently.

"Wait, rush to leave her house? What's going on?" Toge questions, his gaze shifting between you and Megumi.

Megumi meets Toge's eyes and explains, "I brought y/n home from the bar. She wasn't feeling well, and I didn't want her to go alone in an Uber, so I offered to take her. She fell asleep, and I was just watching TV when her ex showed up at the door. He was trying to win her back, I guess. He even threatened her, saying he'd make her life a 'living hell' if she didn't take him back." He scoffs at the memory. "What a piece of shit."

“What the fuck?!” The collective shock in the room is palpable as everyone reacts in unison, their eyes darting between you and Megumi.

"Y/n, are you alright? That's awful," Yuta expresses, genuine concern etched on his face as he moves to sit beside you, offering a comforting hug.

"Yeah, I'm okay, really! Thanks, everyone," you reassure them, feeling the warmth of your friends' concern as you lean into Yuta's embrace, appreciating his comforting presence.

As Megumi watches you and Yuta, a strange sensation grips his chest. Could it be jealousy? He's not familiar with such feelings, especially considering how you both recently just met, and Yuta being your best friend. Quickly masking his emotions, he returns to his usual expression, glancing up at Itadori. Itadori catches the subtle shift in Megumi's demeanour, and a knowing grin spreads across his face as he realizes Megumi's jealousy over Yuta's comforting gesture towards you. But he knows not to say anything.

"Wait, y/n!" Maki interrupts suddenly, as if recalling something crucial.

You turn to her, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "What's up?"

"I just remembered... you left your gym bag in my car a few months ago. I'm pretty sure your pills were always in there," Maki informs you.

"Oh, really? I thought I lost that bag at the gym a while ago! I just assumed someone took it," you chuckle at the revelation.

"It's probably still in the trunk. Want me to grab it for you?" Maki offers.

"Nah, I got it. Thanks, though!" you reply, flashing her a smile as you rise from the couch and head towards the door where Maki's keys hang on a hook.

"You want some company?" Megumi asks casually.

As everyone exchanges knowing looks and stifles smirks, Megumi catches on and rolls his eyes, realizing he's unwittingly walked into a situation.

"It’s okay Megs, I'll be back in a minute," you assure him, giggling as you step outside toward Maki's car.

Once you close the front door behind you, the others turn to Megumi with a mixture of surprise and amusement written on their faces.

"What's up with all the looks?" Megumi questions, irritation evident in his tone.

"Bro… she just called you Megs...!" Itadori practically shouts with excitement.

"Seriously, what the hell...?" Nobara is shocked that Megumi allowed you to call him that.

"I... so?" he stammers, trying to maintain composure, though the creeping redness on his cheeks gives him away.

"Megumi, are you hearing yourself right now?" Maki laughs.

"You never let anyone call you anything other than Megumi or Fushiguro," Nobara adds, smirking.

"Whatever," Megumi mutters in response.

Meanwhile, you've opened Maki’s truck and found your gym bag. Upon unzipping it, you uncover your forgotten sweatpants and gym top, prompting a laugh at your own forgetfulness. But then your fingers brush against something unexpected—a plastic bag tucked away in a hidden pouch inside the bag. Curiosity gets the best of you so you pull it out.

"Fuck…" you exhale softly, staring at the bag that holds memories from your past. It's a simple plastic bag, yet it conceals secrets that no one else knows except for your ex—the one who introduced you to it all.

Your hand trembles slightly as you touch the familiar texture, revealing three edibles, each containing 35mg of marijuana, far more than what you used to take. It had started as a coping mechanism for your anxiety, at least that's what your ex made you believe… but then it gradually became a habit, an addiction.

"Shit... no," you whisper, the temptation resurfacing, the urge to indulge in the familiar sensation. You bite them bottom of your lip as you yearn for the euphoric feeling, the calmness, the escape from worry. But you know you can't. You've been clean for months, determined to break free from the cycle of addiction and pain. You can't give in, you can't do it… not again… You shouldn't. You can't. But fuck… with the bag in your hand, the struggle intensifies, the temptation almost impossible to resist… it's just so damn hard…

Your mind races with rationalisations, each one tempting you to give in to just one edible. Just one wouldn't hurt, right? You'll feel relaxed, sleep peacefully, and then dispose of the rest, never to touch it again. You've overcome it once before, so surely you can do it again... can you?

"Just maybe..." you murmur to yourself, feeling the weight of the decision as you unzip the plastic bag and reach for one of the edibles.

"one... and then I'll drift off to sleep," you convince yourself, raising the edible to your mouth, savouring the taste before you swallow it.

"Or maybe two... 35mg isn't enough," you reason, popping the second one into your mouth and swallowing it down.

"Y/n?" a voice calls out, pulling you from your reverie.

Startled, you hastily stash the plastic bag in your pocket, looking up to see Megumi approaching.

“Fuck… what am I doing..?” You think to yourself.

"Hey, you okay? You were taking longer than expected. We got worried," he says, his concern evident in his tone.

Megumi's soft voice breaks through your thoughts. Damn it, why does he have to be so sweet all the time?

"Yeah, I'm fine!" you assure him with a smile, holding up the bottle of pills. "Just took a bit to find them, but I've got them now," you say, trying to sound casual.

He smiles back. "Good. Do you need me to get some water so you can take them?"

"No, it's okay. I already took them," you lie, the guilt gnawing at you for caving to something else instead.

"Oh, okay! Wanna head back inside?" he suggests.

"Yeah, of course!" you agree, closing the truck and locking Maki's car doors before walking alongside Megumi back to the front door.

"They put on a different movie and wanted to know if you wanted to watch with them," he informs you.

"Sounds great!" you reply, smiling as you enter the house with him. Everyone's faces light up as they see you both return, but they quickly turn their attention back to the movie.

"Want to watch with us?" Yuta offers, smiling at you.

You nod, and together you and Megumi make your way to the couch, with Toge on your left, Megumi on your right, and Itadori beside him. As you settle in, you feel a wave of relaxation wash over you, but hunger and thirst start to gnaw at you.

"Hey, do you guys have any snacks?" you ask, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Yeah, we have a few! I'm hungry too. Want to grab something from the kitchen?" Itadori eagerly suggests, his smile widens.

"Yessss, please!!" you chime in eagerly, flashing a smile as you and Itadori make your way to the kitchen.

"I'm coming too!! I'm starving," Toge announces, joining you both.

While Itadori busies himself with preparing snacks, Toge notices something off about you. His observational skills kick in, and he pulls you aside to the corner of the kitchen. You're taken aback—Toge has never done something like this before.

"What's wrong with you?" he asks, his gaze piercing.

"What—what do you mean?" you respond, your words slower than intended, a clear sign that the weed is starting to affect you.

"Y/n... First, you took forever to find your pills, then you came back extremely hungry, and the way you said 'yes, please'—way too enthusiastic and giddy. And now your eyes.. Bloodshot red" Toge trails off, his suspicions evident.

"I—" you start to protest, but Toge interrupts, his gaze unwavering.

"Y/n... are you high?" he asks bluntly, examining your expression closely.

Your mind races, and your face betrays your shock. How did he figure it out so easily? Sure, your eyes are red, but couldn't that just be because you're tired? It's 4:21 in the morning, after all—red eyes could be a natural occurrence...

"What—no! What the heck, Toge?" you retort, a hint of anger creeping into your tone, despite knowing deep down that he's right.

"What? Why are you getting mad?" Toge asks, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"I'm not mad," you respond, your voice tinged with frustration.

"Toge, seriously, what are you trying to do?" you sigh, attempting to maintain your composure.

"Admit it, y/n..." he persists, his tone tinged with disappointment.

You find yourself at a loss for words, staring at him in silence. You don't want to lie, but admitting the truth feels embarrassing. Yet, deep down, you know he's already figured it out. There's no hiding it from Toge—he's too perceptive for that. And now, you're left with no other option but to stay silent. There's nothing you can do.

Your heart drops as you catch a glimpse of Toge’s hand pulling out a plastic bag from his sweater pocket. It's like everything freezes for a moment, and you're left grappling with a loop of emotions—surprise, relief, and a tinge of guilt all rolled into one. You glance up at Toge, and he's already looking at you, a silent exchange passing between you. It must have fallen out when you sat down on the couch.. That’s why he kept questioning you.

There's a strange kind of understanding in that moment, a connection forged by the shared weight of your secret. It's both comforting and unsettling, knowing that someone else knows, yet also feeling exposed in a way.

Without a word spoken, Toge slides the plastic bag back into his pocket, his expression giving nothing away but somehow offering a sense of reassurance. And in that quiet exchange, you find a sense of solidarity, knowing that you're not alone in your struggle.

He's wanting to say more, to offer guidance or support, but he knows now isn't the time. Not when you're already intoxicated. With a silent understanding between you, you both rejoin the group in the living room. As you settle back onto the couch beside Megumi, you catch the way he glances between you and Toge, a silent observer to the unspoken exchange that just transpired.

Your head starts to spin faster, anxiety creeping in like a shadow. Paranoia sets in, knowing Toge won't say anything now, but the thought of him possibly bringing it up tomorrow sends shivers down your spine. You're not sure if you're ready to confront your struggles, to dive into how you got addicted and everything that entails. It's a topic you've always avoided, buried deep within yourself.

Yet, aside from the mental chaos, there's a strange sense of relief that it was Toge who found the bag, not Megumi. You can't quite put your finger on why, but somehow, you feel a little safer with Toge knowing. Perhaps it's because you trust his judgement, his understanding, more than anyone else's in this moment of vulnerability… or maybe it's because you don’t want someone you just met to think you’re crazy and weird…

As you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, your head leans unconsciously against Megumi's shoulder. He tenses up for a moment, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. Normally not one for displays of affection, he finds himself unable to resist the urge to be close to you, especially when you're alone together. It's a strange feeling for him, one he's never experienced before.

Despite his usual aversion to physical contact and closeness with others, being near you feels different. There's a warmth and comfort that he can't deny, a pull towards you that he can't quite explain. In that moment, he longs to hold you close, to protect you from whatever troubles may come your way.

Megumi's face grows even redder as he notices everyone's smiles directed at him. The attention makes him feel even more self-conscious about his uncharacteristic display of affection. As the late night continues, Maki and Nobora decide to head up to Nobora's room to sleep, telling everyone goodnight, the atmosphere in the room shifts. Itadori announces his intention to head to his own room, leaving just you, Megumi, Yuta, and Toge downstairs.

With Yuta already peacefully asleep on the second couch, it's just Toge and Megumi who remain awake. Megumi tries his best to stay still, not wanting to disturb your sleep. Toge observes Megumi's tense posture and decides to offer some reassurance.

"Hey, Megumi, you can relax a bit. She's a deep sleeper; she won't wake up if you move," Toge advises softly, hoping to alleviate some of Megumi's apprehension.

Megumi meets Toge's gaze and exhales softly, feeling the tension release from his shoulders as he settles more comfortably with you resting on his shoulder. "Thanks," he murmurs gratefully.

Toge nods in acknowledgment before asking, "You gonna sleep?"

"Yeah... I just don't want to move and risk waking her up. Though I'd prefer her to sleep in my room; it's more comfortable," Megumi admits.

"And where are you gonna sleep?" Toge inquires further.

Megumi considers for a moment before replying, "I was thinking about the couch, but since you and Yuta are already sleeping here, I guess I'll sleep in Itadori's room."

Toge chuckles softly before suggesting, "No need for that. You can both sleep in your bed so you're both comfortable."

There's a flicker of nervousness in Megumi's eyes at the thought of sharing a bed with you, but Toge quickly reassures him. "I promise, she won't mind at all."

"Okay, I'll take her upstairs. Night." Megumi stands up, lifting you in his arms as he carries you up the stairs slowly. He reaches his bedroom door and places you gently on his bed, his dogs are fast asleep in their cozy beds near his own. After covering you with a blanket, he goes to close the door but spots Toge outside, knocking softly. Megumi pauses, noticing Toge waiting there.

“Hey, you good?” Megumi whispers to Toge with a bit of confusion.

"Yeah... I just... I know this might not be the best time to bring it up, and it would've been better if y/n came clean first, but..." Toge hesitates, his words trailing off.

"Come on, Toge. Spit it out. What is it?" Megumi's confusion grows.

Toge lets out a sigh before revealing the plastic bag from his pocket, mirroring the moment he showed you earlier in the kitchen. Megumi's gaze shifts to the item in the bag, revealing that it’s a edible inside. He looks back at Toge, still confused. Toge realizes Megumi hasn't quite caught on yet.

"It's y/n's. I saw it fall out of her pocket when she sat down on the couch after coming back from the car. Then I noticed her behavior..." Toge says, a little annoyed.

"What are you getting at?" Megumi questions him.

"She's high... I think she might have taken one or two, I'm not sure. But I didn't know what to do... and... I thought you, more than anyone else here, could help with this situation," he admits.

Megumi glances back at you, peacefully sleeping in his bed, and then back at Toge. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "God, y/n. What are you doing?" he mumbles, a little exasperated, before turning his attention back to Toge. "Do you have any idea how long she's been taking them?"

"Didn't find out until today," Toge replies.

"Alright, thanks Toge for letting me know. I'll try to talk to her about it, but I don't want to scare her or make her uncomfortable," Megumi says, his concern evident.

"Please keep me updated if she says anything. I'm worried about her. She's been through a lot, and I’m not entirely surprised that she turned to drugs... I just hope it's only marijuana and nothing far worse," Toge adds, his voice filled with concern.

They exchange nods, and Toge slips the bag into Megumi’s hand before heading back downstairs. Megumi closes his bedroom door and sits on the edge of the bed, staring at the plastic bag in his hand. As you stir in bed and slowly open your eyes, you see Megumi sitting there.

“Meg-” You begin, but then notice what he's holding.

Damn it.

Megumi meets your gaze with a hint of concern in his eyes. He rises from the bed and approaches your side.

“Megumi… it’s not what it looks l-” You start to explain, but he interrupts you by gently cupping your face with his hand, silencing you with his thumb.

“Shh, it’s okay, angel,” he reassures you, locking eyes with you and tenderly stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.

Damn it, why is he always so understanding? You want him to yell, to tell you what you're doing is wrong and that you need to stop and fix it. But he doesn’t. He won’t.

"Why... why aren't you angry? Why aren't you yelling at me for this?" You ask, feeling a twinge of upset as you gaze into his eyes, tears threatening to spill.

"I understand you're struggling, and turning to drugs isn't the solution, angel. But I'll never raise my voice at you. You're not alone," he reassures you with sincerity.

"Why..." Your voice trembles with emotion. "Why are you so kind to me? You barely even know me..." you say, feeling a surge of sadness.

He holds your chin gently, tilting your head up to meet his gaze fully. A smirk plays on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. He's so effortlessly attractive... his gaze alone stirs something deep within you, igniting a rush of desire. If only he knew the effect he has on you...

"And there's a lot you don't know about me, sweetheart."

You start to respond, but before you can utter a word, you watch in pure shock as he slowly brings his hand to his mouth, still locking eyes with you. With deliberate intent, he places your last edible on his tongue and swallows it.

The way i’m screaming.

i have so many ideas i just don’t know which one to do or how to start it 😀

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magical-wishies · 3 months

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To love or not to love, that is the questio-

Ok whoops wrong reference. Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I made a MV of the song "Darling Dance" by Kairiki Bear featuring my favourite little tricksters for the occasion!

I'd rather you go straight to Youtube to watch it because Tumblr always finds a way to cut the quality, lol.

Eng subtitles are available too!

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Here it is! Hope you enjoy my pride and joy. Basically like a hopeful child but in video format. Reblogs are specially appreciated because Youtube sucks at promoting new channels!

This also acts as a behind-the-scenes post, so let's get straight into that, shall we?

MV Project 1 "Darling Dance"

Illustration time: 37 hours

Editing time: Approx. 30-35 hours

Total: 70 hours

*Cough* Holy freakin' moly does making an MV take so long. Before you roll off your bed, I'll say that part of the reason making the art took so long was because I have trouble drawing Marx consistently.

Here's some unused assets! Look at them, they're all salty over not making the cut.

In all seriousness though, a lot of times I don't really see a lot of editors/ MV makers getting appreciation for their efforts. And now that I've personally experienced making an MV for the first time, it's also increased my admiration to the people who dedicate their time to this! All the kudos to them.

Now, I'll go scene by scene then comment along the way! Spoilers ahead!

Verse 1

Pretty good for what it is. In the first image, you see that heart behind Magolor? I discovered the motion of it on complete accident lol. Capcut is hard to figure out..

I also really like the color palette of 2nd image. That art of Marx was the last one I did during production (aka I drew it this morning), and just look at him. He's such a bastard he's the best.

Pre Chorus 1

Mmmm yeah it sure is the pre chorus! I put a bar behind the text in the middle because I didn't want people to stare into their soulless eyes for too long. That probably worked!

1st Chorus

When I first added in the expression change, I fangirled over it a little on the first rewatch. Like, come on! They suddenly look mischievous, and the color change on the background! I know I drew it but still!

For the rest, I experimented a little with all the "Nah"s! I think it ended up well. Most of the lyric editing in this MV is completely original, so I had a couple of things to try out!

Verse 2

This song is horrifically outdated because it says Twitter instead of X!! (/sarcasm)

This scene is my second favourite. I'm really proud of the details on the tabs and the editing at the beginning! Wish I could put more images but the app only allows ten. Bummer.

Pre Chorus 2

I think it's cute, and I used it as my pfp on YouTube! That's about it though.. image limit is killing me I can't put anything here :(

Chorus 2

...Not gonna spoil it! I like how I drew them, but there ain't anything notable. Unless you look at the last image I put right before the bridge. :)

Bridge

This is where my editing comes in freakin' clutch. Ooooooh it's so satisfying to look at. Chef's kiss. Also those Marxs (Marxes?) are really cute.

The second part of the bridge is nice as well! I tried to make the lyrics snap to the rhythm. Glad I added that tv effect in the bg too!

Chorus 3

This scene is my favourite! Wanna know why?

This sequence right here. I think I will etch it into my brain forever... I love me some snappy editing. Like a lot. Like a lot a lot!

The second part of the chorus is like the original song's MV! I loved the hearts popping in and out whoever thought of that is a genius. Putting it into the MV was a good decision!

And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoy the MV as much as I enjoyed making it. And, stay tuned for next time! I have a feeling a certain jester is getting his own solo MV...

Feel free to leave your thoughts either in the Youtube comments section or here. See you around!

#kirby #magolor #marx kirby #marxolor #blood sweat and a lot of tears were put into this..#curse me and my need of adding ribbons and pink to everything (/j)#i really do hope you all will like it though! all the best.#Youtube #flashing #cw flashing

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that-kid-fromtheplayground · 1 year

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headcanons or a scenario (whatever you'd like) of a sleepover with a character of your choice!!!!! cute stuff like drawing or playing games or something :0 (south park)

🄲🅁🄰🄸🄶 🄰🄽🄳 🅃🄷🄾🅂🄴 🄶🅄🅈🅂 🄸🄽 🄰 🅂🄻🄴🄴🄿🄾🅅🄴🅁 🅆🄸🅃🄷 🅁🄴🄰🄳🄴🅁 🄷🄴🄰🄳🄲🄰🄽🄾🄽🅂! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕!

Author's note -> I know in your request you said one character but I wanted to write it for Craig, then I was like "oh, but Tweek should be there too..." and then I was like "but I need want Clyde to be there too!" and so I said "oh well, you know what? fuck this, I'll write the whole team 😡" Me and my stupid indecision ugh 🙄😮‍💨

🖍Okay, I think that- maybe this wasn't a planned sleepover... okay- no- It actually wasn't a planned sleepover, because Clyde had the great idea to auto-invite everyone to Craig's hose after school lol 💀

🖍I feel like you actually were invited to Craig's house alongside Tweek to just chill out for a while and Clyde went jelaus and one-sided friend mode and auto-invited him and per default the rest of the gang lmao 👍🔥

🖍Craig would be all like "dude really?" but then just shrug because Clyde's a stubborn crybaby boy

🖍Probably the sleepover will have activities like watching a Disney Channel movie that was playing on Craig's TV while all cuddling because it was hella cold.

🖍Craig would be the only one properly sitting out of all of you in the left sofa end with Tweek resting his head on his shoulder practically snuggling onto him.

🖍You would probably be at the middle of the sofa while Token is hugging you with one hand (you know, in that "Bro" style) while Clyde is resting his head on your chest while hugging you thigthly by the waist because this boy is hella cudly, Jimmy is surely going ot be in the right end of the sofa because he needs space so he can get up if needed.

🖍At some point the group is going to split up so everyone can do their own little things alone or in couple.

🖍Craig and Token will be the ones who are going to do the most calmer activities like drawing with you or just sitting next to you, shoulders touching while scrolling down through your mobile phone screens.

🖍When you are drawing with Token he will surely compliment you and if you want you can both draw each other and then do a shared drawing or smth like that If you want to! ^^

🖍Calmly sitting with Craig scrolling through your phones can truly be the equivalent of a session with the psychologist, like- just relaxing while your shoulders are touching and randomly show each other a meme or something that happen to appear is like therapy 😻

🖍Clyde's activities with you will mostly be just cuddling while reading comics or playboy magazines... but BUT there is a huge ass posibility that the two of you end up exchanging clothes or just playing dressing up in general, but don't overreact, he will try on just your T-Shirts or shirts in general, and even trousers or jeans but don't expect to see Clyde in a dress//skirt, sorry but if you ask him he'll throw any kind of clothes he has in hand while practically screaming "I'm not gay dude! wtf!"

🖍For Tweek's part I feel like the time you two would spend together would be at the kitchen while drinking coffee (him) and anything you like, you two are mostly going to calmly talk about random things or events while you have a sip of your drinks, he will still be a bit nervous and by default he is still going to have some tics while talking.

🖍With Jimmy you're probably going to listen to his new (and old) jokes, you can tell him jokes too! I'm sure you'll end up crackling in the floor and maybe even crying thanks to the never ending laugh you're sufering.

🖍After a while of doing your own little things the group will reunite in the living room to eat something as a snack, probably plugging in the nintendo and playing Mario Kart/Bros for an hour or two.

🖍When you finish that Clyde will probably suggest that you build a pillow fort in the living room but everyone was like "nah, too much work" however that point of view changes drastically after y'all watch a Horror Movie in the TV and now you're building the fort to be safe from the monster 😱😱😱

🖍After finally building the pillow fort y'all are going to relax there, you'll probably end up sleeping between Craig and Clyde (you are obviously going to be clinging to Craig's torax for dear life while Clyde hugs you from the waist trembling because of the fear of that horrendous monster getting y'all) Tweek's obviously going to be freaked out after that movie so Craig's keeping him near to his chest so he calms himself a little.

🖍Token and Jimmy are just sleeping back to back trying to look like they're not scared (Jimmy failing terribly in that task) when y'all know that the only one that is not scared is Craig lmao 💀👍

🖍But in summary, you are going to have a wholesome time having a sleepover with the boys! <3

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flamboyant-king · 7 months

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The world is a stage and I'm God's favorite clown. The heavens cheer for an encore and I'm revived once more.

I have this one scenario that brings Cain to respect Samson more than just some unpaid "bodyguard." I just can't freaking draw it for the life of me. So, have some stuff I drew and have my intentions/the context under the cut. Bazinga.

Eve catches wind of possible treasures that, of course, attract Cain's attention, so she gives them the coordinates and let's them do their thing. Cain and Samson are lured into a cave where they are ambushed by 30-ish drug cartel members because Mr. Cain just loves money, mischief, and manipulation. Before they could even react, Cain is shot multiple times and collapses to the floor. Samson was shot too, but remains standing looking down at Cain. The men taunt Samson for being a poor bodyguard and shoot at him again. Samson is unfazed as he walks over to one of the stalagmites. The men are at a loss, why does it seem like the bullets do nothing? Samson grabs the tip of the stalagmite and kicks at the base, detaching the thing from the floor. The men are intimidated, realizing what is going to happen next.

It's clubbin' time. *beats you to death* *beats you to death* *beats you death* x30

It's a gosh dang mess. Bludgeoned. Crushed. Impaled. Minced. Just blood all over the place. A normal Thursday afternoon for Samson. And a normal episode of Samson goes Bananas broadcasted on Angel TV.

When it seems they're all dead, Samson calms down. It's quiet now. Except for a quiet moan. How unlikely, someone alive after his rampage? He turns around and is absolutely dumbfounded. Cain's lying on the ground rubbing his head like he's hungover. He pushes himself up and looks around. Bodies strewn about and Samson in the middle of it all covered in blood. All of their blood.

"Cain? You're Alive?"

Cain looks at himself now. He's covered in blood too. His own blood.

"Oh. Haha yeah. You see. I can't die. I'm not allowed to die. GOD WON'T LET ME DIE!"

Cain has his spontaneous old man meltdown while Samson just watches. It's a lot to take in and it's a lot to let out. Cain gasps for air and the angels laugh out loud. Humanity is hilarious. Mortality is amusing.

Samson kneels down in front of Cain, placing a hand on his shoulder, mirroring the gesture of when they first met.

"I know I'm here to protect you, but can I promise you this? With all my strength, not only will I keep you safe, but I will also be the one who kills you."

The angels' laughter stops.

Cain chuckles.

"I hope you do."

And then they kiss. No they don't. But wouldn't that be pretty gay? Nah, they leave the cave and go back to their car that's parked a mile or so deep into the forest.

Samson gets in first. Cain has to make a quick phone call to his dear friend, Eve.

Cain hangs up and sits in the car, as well. It's quiet now.

Then Samson starts snoring.

Unbelievable.

You know me, I like to have a bit of drama sprinkled in my shit posting just for continuity and like a basis to go off of.

Eve was one of Cain's blood donation "whores," but Samson is here now, so she's relaxing and just gathering information. She usually cleans up the messes Cain leaves behind. Evidence, bodies, or just looting. (I have an example of a mess she cleans up, but that's backstory I might get to.)

Cain will try any and every method to bring in more money, maybe robbing banks, maybe treasure hunting, maybe working a lemonade stand. OH MY GOD, Jacob and Esau running a lemonade stand for Cain that's freaking so stupid. Cain mostly is a loan shark, but he dabbles in the black market with stolen goods and stolen guts.

Samson has some debt with Cain he is repaying by being his "bodyguard." Sending Bethany to stupid fancy Christian academy is expensive. Assisting Cain on excursions, breaking traps, or helping collect pay from certain folks. Samson and Bethany get to sleep at Cain's hideout, but shhh no one can know where it is. Bethany, why did you bring Lazarus here. Gosh dangit.

The practically immortality comes from Cain's Curse "bestowed" on him by God for killing his brother, Abel. (Of which I do have sketched, but that's a mess Eve will have to clean up too.) No harm can come to Cain and those who harm him get returned to them sevenfold. So, if Cain is stabbed, the person would be wrung like a wet towel and slapped across the asscheeks of an elephant and laid down to be trampled on by said elephant.

That's what I got so far. Have Samson all bloodied up close and personal cause gosh dangit I did good on the blood. Love you guys!

Have a good and cringey freaking day.

#no one can harm cain and if they do its returned sevenfold #the dealer of comeuppance is named samson #the binding of isaac #tboi #tboi gabriel #tboi cain #tboi uriel #tboi dogma #tboi samson #comic #blood #blood tw #suicide mention #suicide tw #inktober #Brothers Keeper AU

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dizzycloudzzz · 6 months

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Beta Huntlow Headcanons

*in the "start of season 3" phase, human realm, same house and shared traumas

The two would both have the vibe "it's hard to tell if they applied eyeliner or just have dark circles under their eyes", two people who sleep late (WHEN they sleep) and wake up very early. I like to imagine them being the last ones in the house awake and arguing that the other one should go sleep, little hypocrites more concerned with the health of others than with their own

They study wild magic together and test glyphs and techniques on each other cause they need testing to learn, so it's a controlled and platonic fight (visualize, just VISUALIZE a "parallel" of Lumity scene of the Grom dance but it's Huntlow just having fun being chaotic among magic explosions OR putting into practice what they trained against some unlucky)

"You have problems with authorities and rules too? Woah, we have so much in common..." they took the expression partners in crime a little too seriously 😰 a common dialogue would be "do ya wanna rob a store today?" and the other responds "we already did that yesterday, I wanna get out of routine, let's try a bank?" not ironically

For RPG people, I think the moral alignments of them would be in the Neutral spectrum, maybe him as Lawful Neutral and she as True Neutral, I'm indecisive, maybe both Chaotic Neutral????

Aaaand for astrological people I think they would be a Virgo and a Scorpio... I just don't know who would be which lol

These two have a hospital drama/police investigation series that they watch together and they're really into it, It's TREASON to watch one episode without the other

Sometimes they pretend to be a couple to strangers 'cause they think it's so funny, and they tend to do this a lot since they hang out together frequently

Arm wrestling? Just an excuse for them to hold hands!!!! But when they start competing in anything a third person (usually Gus) has to step in to stop them from overdo. It's not about winning, it's about making the other admit defeat

There's frequent romantic tension in moments that were theoretically supposed to be threatening and it's frustrating how many times they come close to kissing but interruptions at the wrong time get in the way, that old cliché

Talking about ✨love language✨: Willow offers is acts of service and what she likes to receive/share is quality time. Hunter's love language offered is giving gifts and what he likes to receive are words of affirmation. Then it happens like:

"hey, Will! to thank you for yesterday I bought – nah, I stole – to you... industrialized cookies that you like..!"

"don't call me- wait, cookies? huh, you're the best dork ever, let's eat that while watching TV?"

"yeah, of course, let's see some tragedies in the news, it'll be fun... by the way, am I really 'the best dork'? cuz I'll brag about it later"

*plus that they are often in physical contact, without realizing it cause they are simply used to

*the headcanon OF the headcanon is that Hunter has a shirt that says "best dork" and maybe I wanna draw this a lot

I love them help me

#toh #the owl house #hunter toh #hunter #au #willow toh #willow #willow park #huntlow #beta huntlow #they live together (with everyone else but THEY LIVE TOGETHER)#headcanon #and i'll fill them with headcanons #they're like those people who walk away without looking back while there's an explosion behind them #with sunglasses over glasses #they fight but they learned to love each other and now they can't imagine themselves without each other #but since they don't say it out loud they are just “buds”#who make out from time to time #beta au

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zpxz · 4 months

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Here's a song to get to know abt me

I'll start with my name: Mer

My age: nah ain't saying. Everyone could see this.

My height: taller than you 😘

My gender identity: female duh, am I not girly enough for u?

My favorite game: ROBLOX DUHH

This is where I live now: tumblr

And this is where I'm from: earth

This is what I do for work: school

And what I hope to become: actor, animator, artist, youtuber

Here's a guilty pleasure: idk

And a pepeeve (idk how to spell): when my friends go offline when I wanna be with them

And something I like: my bffs

A goal I hope one day to achieve: being a famous yt or 1k subs

And can I ride a bike?: yeah...?

My fave place I've been to: idk?

And a place I wanna go: my bffs houses

My favorite time of year: summer

And my fave TV show: dancing with the stars

Here's a random fact u might not know: I like to draw

Suprise!

The thing that brings me joy: talking to my bffs

And brings me stress: hw and essays or just hard work

I rlly try to avoid that

I have this many siblings: 0 😢

That's the size of my shoe: smt idk

And I hope u use this song, to let everybody, get to know you!

https://open.spotify.com/episode/0dFFNSpUyLMAJuAWfh9t2e?si=aPliY9WBQuCg3olFCEW-mA

A pepee what

O ya I went to my monthly appointment yesterday, and I’m 6’4 NOW🏃🏃 (I don’t think I’ll be able to fit through doorways by the end of next year..)

#answering questions😱#answered #inbox #silly:3 #height difference #?? ig

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immaeatingwood · 2 months

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61. What do your character do when they're tired? - I sleep.

62. Do your character enjoy being outside? - Well, we... Can't go outside. maybe only through this thing, but I didn't try. And about Riley's walks - it's not when I'm working.

63. Do the character have any accent? - As you can see, I talk like everyone. (Some people think that they have got French accent, but idkl actually...)

64. If your character saw a piece of chocolate cake, what will be their first reaction? - Don't care + doesn't bother. I don't really like chocolate.

65. If your character will suddenly findout that they'll die soon, what will they do? - Nothing. Just say goodbye and go away. Well, actually - we probably only can die with Riley, so... All will be there at once.

66. Thoughts on sex? - Absolutely not giving a damn.

67. Sexual orientation? - ...Idk? (They're actually ace panromantic) (I've changed my hcs a bit yeah)

68. Do you feel disgusted when you see blood? - Nah, I'm ok. Also being disgusted is not my job.

69. Do you find something vulgar? - Oh, if you only knew how little I care...

70. What TV trope describes your character? - Author found us on TvTropes... Let's see. Tropes: "Emo Teen", "Freeze Frame Bonus", "Gag Nose", not funny, "Gloomy Gray: Downplayed", "Sir Not-Appearing-in-This-Trailer", and... "Real Men Have Short Hair: Inverted"? I'm not even a man right now... But it'd be fun if I'll be one. For everyone, besides the author of these drawings. Poor one.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

#inside out #inside out fandom #inside out 2 #inside out ennui

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boxboxlewis · 2 years

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max/danie, crime au?

Daniel has taken him to a safehouse and left him there, and Max is bored.

It's kind of a shithole, the safehouse. The furniture is old and ratty, clearly castoffs scavenged from the kerbside. No windows, of course. There's a tv but it only gets terrestrial channels. No Xbox, no Playstation. Daniel was very clear before he left that Max isn't to turn his phone on, but he's sorely tempted.

He does a hundred situps and twenty pushups, and repeats. He microwaves one of the shelf-stable ready-meals he finds in the kitchen. He takes a pen and draws a big tally mark on the wall: Day 1. Kind of a joke but also, kind of not a joke. If it wasn't for the clock on the microwave he'd have no way of knowing how much time is passing, which is slightly worrying.

He sleeps and jerks off and watches stupid daytime tv and eats more ready-meals and does more pushups. The shower is gross but so is he so he sucks it up, even though there's a not really a point because he still has to put his old clothes back on, and there's blood all over his jeans, which he can't think about, because if he thinks about it he'll think about Checo, about Daniel saying "Max, he's not going to make it, we have to—"

He does more pushups, until his arms are trembling and he can't move. He falls asleep there, face pressed to the grimy carpet, and wakes up hungry. Another ready-meal, another gross shower, more exercise, another tally mark on the wall.

On Day 3 he decides he's done. He can't wait any more to be rescued, he's not Princess fucking Peach. He assesses himself: uninjured, but he's definitely going to need new clothes and a place to stay, and he has zero cash. If he uses his phone to pay for anything he might as well text his location to his enemies with a little "assassinate me here!" message. So, fine. What are his other options?

He nearly shouts with relief when he remembers Seb: Seb who is both retired and alive, quite an unusual combination in their line of work. Even better, he's politically neutral, and he likes Max. Well, ok, they're not friends, but he doesn't hate Max. Probably. He won't give anything to Max for free, but... they can bargain. Max has things to offer, even now. Then he can find Daniel. Show him he's not just some tagalong little kid.

He microwaves a final meal, to get his strength up before he heads out. He's just started to shovel the food into his mouth—it's lasagne, putatively, although he's not convinced—when there's a sound at the door. His whole body goes tense, adrenaline flooding him.

"It's just me, Max," Daniel says, muffled, and then the door is opening and Daniel is there. Max tackles him, the sheer relief of it overwhelming, all the worry he couldn't admit he was holding sliding away. You don't touch other men, he knows this, you certainly don't burrow into their arms like a fucking koala on a tree, but he can't help himself.

"Daniel," he says, into Daniel's neck, "Daniel, I thought you weren't coming back—I was going to go to Seb and try to find you, I—"

"Hey," Daniel says. "Hey, Maxy, it's all right, I've got you." He strokes his hand over the back of Max's head, and he's holding Max's lower back with his other hand and his thumb is rubbing little circles and it's nice, it's the nicest thing Max has ever felt, he could stand there forever, just soaking in the feel of being held by Daniel Ricciardo.

He realises he's starting to get hard and jumps back, mortified. "Ah, I. Do you, do you want a ready-meal? They're shit. I think I probably have scurvy, now, after three days of them."

Daniel laughs. "Nah, you're all right," he says. "Jesus, Maxy." He crosses to the ugly plaid couch and drops down onto it, clearly exhausted. "Fuck. We're ok, I took care of things, but..." He rubs a hand through his hair. "I'm glad you didn't go to Seb," he says. "He's working for Toto."

Max feels very young and very foolish. "Seb is?" He wants to climb into Daniel's lap, which obviously isn't ok, but probably if he sits next to him that's all right, if he's not too close. He sits. Folds his hands together so he doesn't reach out to touch Daniel.

"Yup. I don't know what kind of hold they have on him, but... ah, fuck it. I'm tired. I'll take you back to mine, we'll get situated, but do you mind if we just hang here for a minute first?"

Max shakes his head. Daniel smiles, the skin by his eyes creasing. "You're a good kid, Maxy. Hey, get over here, I wanna steal your warmth."

Max thinks he's misheard at first, but then Daniel is grabbing his shoulder and pulling him in. He ends up settled against Daniel's chest, head tipped back against Daniel's shoulder, Daniel's arms wrapped around him. His heart is beating furiously, as if he needs more oxygen, as if being held by Daniel counts as exercise. "Is this ok?" he asks: a stupid question, but he needs to be certain.

Daniel laughs. His face tips down so it's resting against Max's head and Max can feel his lips, almost. It's almost like a kiss. "Yeah, Maxy, it's ok," he says. "There's no one else here, right? We can do what we want."

Max closes his eyes and imagines saying Ok, so let me suck your dick then. Ok, so let me kiss you. Doesn't say anything. Wonders if Daniel can hear him anyway.

#maxiel #crime AU #my fic #asks #dr3 #mv33 #pre-relationship

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aussiepineapple1st · 1 year

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Meeting Phoenix (Part 6)

Leon x Phoenix(OC)

Words: 2,588 Contains: Comfort, Nightmare, Domestic Leon.

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Leon was nice and refreshed after his shower, it felt good to get under the water and warm up a bit, it was currently summer in the US so going from hot to cold was a little harsh on his hands and feet. Once he was sure all the grime was off his body he stops the shower and steps out of the bath, making sure not to slip. He dresses in a dress shirt, some dark jeans and a black leather belt around his waist keeping them up. As he opens the door to the bathroom their food arrives with a knock.

"Thank you." He said with a slight smile and nods to the maid who brought the trays of food.

"I'm coming!" Jessica said stumbling out of her chair and face planting the foot of the bed, ricocheting to the ground with a thump.

Leon just shook his head and took both trays of food, the maid is sure he has them before she pulls the door shut gently with a click. Leon walks the trays of food over to the table and places them down before kneeling down to help Jessica off the floor.

"I'm surprised you haven't passed out or thrown up yet?" Leon said with amusement in his tone.

"Yeah, my pain medication has helped me with holding my liquor well.." She explained, a hiccup following her sentence. She was placed in the chair at the desk, Leon making sure she was going to stay on it before he takes his own tray. Sitting down on the foot of the bed he turns the tv on to see what Australian Television was like.

"Six triple fiiive oh six." Sings the jingle as an ad was running currently.

"Press either of the numbers six, seven or ten if you want the news." Jessica said as she chowed down on her toasted cheese, ham and tomato sandwich and chips with gravy.

"This channel's fine, Thanks for the info though." Leon said getting comfortable, his left hand under his plate as he eats a creamy carbonara.

A soap opera came on the tv and Jessica scrunched up her nose, she hated these types of shows.

Leon noticed her looking to the screen slightly above her head and smirked. "Not a fan?"

She shakes her head turning to him as she drops a chip on the ground, luckily it didn't have gravy on it. "Nah.. They are always like: 'Oh James, How could you do this to me?! I thought you loved me!?' and then she drives off in a huff, getting into a car accident. She's in a critical state and her husband tells her he loves her which brings her back, then they kiss and make up until more drama happens." She explained almost all in one breath. She picks the chip up off the carpet and gives it a strong blow before popping it in her mouth. "Five second rule." Even though it had been well over 5 seconds.

Leon just shakes his head, this lady was definitely something else. He knew it wasn't going to be a boring trip back to Washington, not with his charge's company at least.

He continues to eat his food while watching the show, after a small amount of time he had finished while Jessica was still finishing her toastie. Seeing the empty bowl being placed beside her on the table she looks up to Leon.

"Did you inhale that?"

"What? Oh.. Yeah I was pretty hungry." He said letting out a small chuckle. "How's yours? It smells good." He gives a small smile to her before walking over to the single seats, plonking down on the other one Jessica hadn't claimed yet. "May I try drawing?" He asked pointing to her sketch book.

"Oh? Yeah sure, go ahead. There's plenty of pages to fill anyway." He said waving a hand at him as if to say 'you don't have to ask'.

Leon picks the book, rubber and pencil up, he asked for a sharpener and Jessica tells him where to find it in the front pouch of her backpack before he settles in and starts to try and draw. He would glance up to Jessica who was sitting at the table, hunched over slightly eating her chips and gravy now. Her back was to the bed, but Leon had a nice view of her side. Doing his best he sketches her onto the page, tongue sticking out as he frowns while concentrating.

Jessica turbs to look over at Leon wondering what he was drawing, his head glanced up, their eyes meeting.

"Hey, turn back around. I can't draw a moving target." He said with authority in his voice, but also seeming playful at the same time.

"Alright.. geez. Sorry, Picasso." She said through a wide smile, turning back around she felt her cheeks warming up once again, the top of her ears burning with a blush.

"Sooo.. What do you actually do?" She asked staying turned around and eating her plate of food.

"I work for the American Government. An agent, but that's all I'm allowed to say." He answered his tongue sticking out as he drew.

Jessica was curious and turned her head back quickly. "Does your tongue help you with the drawing?" She snickered.

"Maybe.." He answered while looking back up to her. "Turn around."

She just smiled and turns back around to continue eating. Once Jessica had finished her food, Leon had finished his drawing of her. Standing up and making his way over, he holds the book in front of her.

Jessica looks at the drawing, the proportions were very off, but he had done some shading and it did look pretty good for someone who probably doesn't draw. "Oh wow.. That looks amazing." She said smiling and taking the book to get a better look.

"Pfft, yeah right. I don't even think it looks like you. I gave up with your ear so I just drew your hair there." He explained, pressing his finger to the spot he was talking about. "Besides I can't even tell if you are being sarcastic about liking it or not."

Jessica was an art teacher so of course she was being genuine, she has seen many of her students art look exactly like this when they started out. It was just time and practice that he needed to get better. But she was sure he didn't really have that kind of time.

"I'm serious, it looks very good." She beamed up to him in her drunken state, her eyes puffy and heavy lidded, already half closed. Her eyes had dark and sunken underlining. She clearly needed some sleep.

"When was the last time you slept?" Leon asked watching Jessica place the book on the table before sitting back in her chair all finished, hands on her stomach.

"Pfff, I don't remember?" She said thinking about it. "I think it was not last night, but the night before? But you probably know what sleeping in a hospital is like, right? It's non-existent." She replied leaning forwards to stand up, using the table as a way to balance herself and keep her stomach muscles loose. That and from falling over.

"I think you should sleep. We have to get up early in the morning and dinner with be here in 3 hours at 6." Leon said looking to the watch on his left wrist.

Jessica looks to the bed and just nods.

"Sounds good to me." She takes a step towards the bed, flinching as a sharp pain runs through her stomach. Resting her hands to said spot she hissed, she really had overdone everything, acting like she didn't have 4 holes in her torso for the passed 2 days.

Leon was quick to take her hand, placing his other hand on her lower back to help stabilise her.

"I got you." He offers, walking her over to the bed he pulls back the well tucked in blankets with ease and helps her sit on the edge.

"Ta.." She said then swung a leg up on to the bed as she awkwardly lay down on he back, trying to pull the blankets up. Leon saw the struggle and gives her a hand laying them over her.

"You sleep well. I'll wake you up when the food arrives." He nods to her slightly and pats her forehead before walking over to his bag and pulling out some folders with paperwork in them. He was going to start writing out his report now while Jessica slept.

Her eyes closed and she was out like a light. The food had arrived around 3 hours later, but Jessica was still in such a deep sleep, Leon didn't want to wake her. She can eat it for breakfast before they left to go on their flight. Not like she was hungry anyway. She hardly ate as it was, her body not a fan of food lately.

Night had come and Leon chucks on a grey, V-neck t-shirt and tracky dacks as he joined Jessica in the bed. He would face her, as he rest his head on the pillow. She was currently in a mess of curly brown hair, half her face shoved into the pillow laying on her side. She had just healed enough to be able to lay on her side, being a tummy sleeper, trying to fall asleep on her back was nearly impossible.

Leon just let out a sigh as he turns out the lamp on his side of the bed and gets comfortable. He checks his watch to make sure the timer is set for 1 am, they would need to be there earlier to go through customs and all the other fun stuff you did when flying internationally. Leon then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, the sound of steady breathing in front of him and the sound of his heart beat in his pillow lulling him off to sleep.

-----*6 Hours Later*-----

"EMMA!!" Jessica wakes up screaming her friends name, arm extending and smacking Leon in the face with a palm.

Leon was awake instantly, grabbing his nose that stung and seeing Jessica reaching out her arm, looking around confused and scared. She was breathing heavily and seemed dazed as if not knowing where she was.

"Hey.. Hey it's okay, you're safe." He reassured keeping a hand on his nose, his eyes watering from the decent slap he had received.

"Leon? Sorry did I punch you?!" She asked doing her best to sit up.

"Yeah, it's all good though." He said taking his hand from his nose to examine if there was blood. "Not bleeding." He chuckled, placing his hand back there to help with the stinging.

"I'm so sorry." Jessica apologised once again, only to receive a shake of Leon's head in response.

"Nightmare?" He asked after a moment, his hand now coming away from his nose for good.

"Yeah.. It was about Emma." She responds. Leon's eyes soften as he sees tears fall down her cheeks.

She was trembling from the cool suddenly hitting her body, but also from the pure adrenaline leaving her from the dream that had put her body in fight or flight.

Leon was silent for a moment, looking down to his hands, they were the ones that killed her friend. Balling them into fists he looks up to Jessica about to speak but was cut off.

"I don't blame you.. She wouldn't have wanted to hurt me." She said softly, assuming he was just about to apologise for his actions. Leon just sat there, a little shocked she had given him a response without even speaking.

They sat there in silence for a moment until Leon looked at his watch and saw his alarm would be going off any moment.

"We are going to need to get going in a minute." He notes, looking Jessica over as she nods. "I left your food on the table over there for you to eat now before we go." Leon explained as he got out of bed.

Jessica had gone silent once again, getting out of bed she used it to walk over to the table, taking a few bites of her second ham, cheese and tomato toasty, now cold and slightly soggy from the tomato, as she packs everything up. Leon makes sure they had everything, doing a thorough search of the room. Handing his bomber jacket to Jessica for her to wear.

"Aren't you going to be cold?" She asked. "I'll only wear it until we get into the airport." She states. Only accepting the warmth for a few seconds as they walked from the hotel across the paved ground to the airport doors. She then hands him his jacket as they check in. She wanted to give his jacket back to him, but it also smelt really good. It had a hint of gunpowder, along with the strong smell of his cologne. He smelt really good. That and it was really warm.

They had both checked in, gone through security and then through customs, making their way to the chairs where they were going to wait for their plane to arrive. Sitting side by side there was that awkward silence once again, Leon didn't mind sitting in the silence, but thought he should maybe try and get to know the lady he was going to be spending the next 23 hours next to.

"So do you have a family?" He asks.

"Yes actually.. and they are probably going to think I'm dead now." It hits her suddenly. She wasn't going to see anyone again, probably going to be stuck in America for the rest of her life, or until they find a cure for these outbreaks. She put her face in her hands and starts to cry, she was being as silent as she could so she wouldn't draw attention to herself.

Leon felt worse than he already did, he had already thought out what this situation would be like for her. She had no phone from what he could tell, and she had suddenly gone missing after the outbreak. Maybe he could let her contact them, just to let them know she was alive and well. But he was going to have to wait until he got home to do that. He places a hand on her back and rubs circles.

"I'll let you ring them once we get to America. Don't worry about the international call cost, I can cover it."

Jessica lifts her head and used her t-shirt to wipe away her tears and other liquids oozing from her face. She looked done, heartbroken, traumatised, in pain both physically and mentally, this struck a cord in Leon, a twinge of something he suddenly felt in his gut as he saw her looking up to him.

"Thank you.." She says quietly, wiping her face again to try and get rid of her tears.

"Anytime.." Leon smiled, still rubbing circles on her back.

The flag for business class was put up at the gate and Leon stands up grabbing both of their bags. He hadn't allowed Jessica to carry hers at all, holding out his hand to help her up and walk to the plane.

"But, this is business." She said looking up to him confused.

Leon tilts his head to the side quickly as he helps her to her feet. "A perk of the job."

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#comfort #domestic leon #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon x phoenix #nightmares #oc #phoenix #resident evil #resident evil au

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nenestansunsthings · 1 year

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a drabble based on tv static?

there wasnt a hermit specified here, so i wrote, uh... a lot of em? but thank you so much for your joe vote, theuwumaster!!! this was very fun to write, so i hope you enjoy :))

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"This is, by far, the weirdest thing that has ever happened to us."

There's a small murmur amongst the people crowded by the TV, all watching the poll live. Grian truly isn't sure whether its agreement or dissent. They've had some experiences.

This definitely does rank up there as one of the weird ones, though. 100 percent.

"I'm honestly still mad I lost," Jimmy mutters. Grian snorts. As if. You went up against Scott, Timmy. Not a chance. "What! It's true. Don't laugh at me, Grian."

"We put up a good fight," Tango assures him- everyone? Everyone seems to accept it. "Those eight just put up a better one. Or campaigned harder? Could be both."

"I mean, the campaigning is definitely a fight. Joe spent actual, non-diamond money." Xisuma shrugs. "And there's quite a lot of people saying all the art swayed them to vote for someone they'd never heard of before. The campaigns work!"

"So we didn't campaign hard enough..." Scott sighs, slumping down dramatically. "How did we not campaign hard enough? How are we not sexy enough? I was a hot vampire, for god's sakes!"

"Well, Scott Smajor," Charlie Slimecicle says, "it seems they're just hotter. No-one can compete against the Hot Guy."

"There's like seven people trying to compete against Hotguy right now."

"And?"

Grian tunes them out, curling back up and looking at the TV. It's not the best quality- weird interdimensional shows about a past-present-future poll aren't exactly easy to get service for- but it's interesting. Honestly, he's kind of insulted he got kicked off so early. And...

"What're you thinking, Grian?" Pearl asks, nudging him playfully. "Sad you lost to another red bird?"

"They don't even draw his wings red!" he squawks, offended. "But nah. Not really. I've got... other things in mind."

"Hm." Pearl hums. "Like the winner? I mean, I sure hope Cleo wins. It means I didn't lose for nothing."

"Not Scar or Mumbo?" he teases. "Shame on you, Pearl! What happened to Boatem loyalty?"

"I'd sell you all for a single corn chip."

"Ouch." He laughs. "... Hm. Yeah, I was thinking about who'd win. Who I'd want to win."

"Etho for sure!" Joel declares. "I mean, really. Look at him. He got added as a block into Minecraft. He's like the ultimate candidate."

"I think BDubs could surprise us," comes Impulse's addition. "I mean, it's not likely, he's against Cleo, but it sure would be interesting. I'd like to see it."

"Doc, too!" Ren leans forward, stage-whispering like this is a secret. "I mean, have you seen those abs? Those beautiful, beautiful machines? You'd better not forget the power that man holds!"

"If you ask me, I hope Joe wins," Scott chimes in. "I mean, I do know all of you guys, but come on. Joe shot me for being homophobic. Which I'm too gay to be. Legally I have to support him to support the gays. Plus, his fanbase just keeps growing the more he campaigns. He's the surprising underdog in this race." He pauses. "... And I fear for our souls if Cleo wins."

"Aw, Scott! What happened to Double Life loyalty?"

"You are unbelievable, Pearl."

Pearl snickers. From in the back, someone else pipes up.

"I think you all are underestimating someone," Wilbur says with a smile. "It's a shame I didn't have to go up against Quackity this round, but alas. It means poor Mr. Hills has to deal with him alone. My yin is a formidable opponent." He covers a small smile with a gloved hand. "I know that from experience. Very intimate experience."

"Oooh, yeah. And your side of the people will probably be supporting him, too..." Pearl grins. "Nah. No chance. I believe in our viewers. We're gonna have a Hermitsweep on our hands soon enough!"

Wilbur flips her off. She bursts into guffawing laughter.

"Well, okay! I see your point." She slumps over Grian, enjoying how the smaller man yelps at her weight. "What about you, G? You rooting for Scar? I mean, the people love him and his abs. His scitties. And a sidekick has to support his hero, am I right?"

"I still haven't gotten the sidekick clothes off him, Pearl. Not a sidekick yet." He shakes his head. "And anyway, there's only one person I'd support."

He snaps his fingers, and the TV explodes into static, faint flickers of purple glimmering in the grey. The room erupts into protests as the broadcast is cut off.

"Five diamonds per person if you want me to turn it back on, people!" Grian says gleefully. "All proceeds go to the most worthwhile campaign of all!"

A grin splits his face. "Mumbo for Mayor."

#mcyt #im not tagging everyone thats too many people for only a few paragraphs!!#sun art #this does NOT represent my vote btw i am 10000000 percent a joesweeper. if you vote joe hills and send me proof ill make you a story!

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iridescentlemoncandy · 2 years

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Kuromi x Osborn [Introduction]

[Tune of Amusement]

A limited-time collaboration of Light & Night and Sanrio.

Pic source: here

Introduction

I wait for Osborn to finish his routine training in the race track's locker area.

MC: Today's training seems to take longer than usual.

Out of sheer boredom, I turn on the TV to kill time by watching something. At that very moment, Osborn walks in, towelling off his head.

Osborn: There was a bit of a problem on the racetrack. I got held up for a while. Were you bored while waiting?

MC: Nah, did you just get out of the shower?

Osborn: Yep, the weather has been too hot lately. I’d rather not meet you when I’m drenched in sweat after training.

MC: Let me help you with that.

I walk up to where Osborn is and put out a hand for the towel.

Osborn: Oh? This is really thoughtful of you today.

MC: Huh, what? I have always been thoughtful!

He sits on the sofa as I stand behind him and pat his hair dry with the towel. His warm and wet hair emits a familiar lemon scent, and the room suddenly falls silent.

Host: Kuromi Wonderland held its official launch last week. Since then, it has risen in popularity to become one of Guangqi's top attractions.

The TV host’s voice draws our attention to the screen, where it broadcasts a program that introduces the sights and sounds of Guangqi City.

Host: Today, we're taking you to see what all the buzz over this Kuromi Wonderland is about, so come along for the ride……

MC: Ah, it is fully open now. I've always wanted to go, and now finally, I can! I have been wanting to go since forever!

Osborn: The amusement park?

MC: Yes, and it's based on Kuromi!

Osborn: Kuromi? What's that?

MC: It's a beloved cartoon character and a huge hit among children and youngsters!

Osborn: I take it from the way you describe it, you like it as well?

MC: Of course! Kuromi is really cute!

Given that his hair is nearly dry, I set down the towel and take a seat next to him.

MC: Interestingly enough, you and Kuromi share a lot of similarities.

Osborn: Me?

Coincidentally, a snippet of Kuromi's cartoon is playing on the TV. With hesitation, Osborn turns his attention to the TV, where a singing Kuromi is displayed.

MC: Well, Kuromi always wears a black cape, and you wear black shirts all the time, right?

Osborn: Barely the same. What else?

MC: Kuromi has a cute and cool personality and always considers what's best for the people in its life. This describes you very well, too! In fact, I consider both of you to be my......

I find it difficult to continue.

Osborn: …your what?

It seems like Osborn is not going to give up on me easily. A grin spreads across his face as he slides closer to me and stares in my direction.

MC: …are my favourites.

I murmur the final words of my hanging sentence. He gives me a warm smile and pulls me into a tight embrace.

Osborn: Mmm, you're my favourite too.

The way he put it made me feel like hiding my face. I buried my face in his chest, but I couldn't stop a smile from tugging at the corner of my mouth. The vibration on his chest is all I need to hear to know that he chuckles. Osborn enfolds me in his arms and puts his head on my shoulder.

Osborn: If I'm not mistaken, tomorrow is your off day, right? Let's have some fun in Kuromi Wonderland tomorrow. What do you think?

MC: Yes!

I immediately straighten up and give him my whole, beaming attention.

MC: I bought a pair of Kuromi's couple shirts. Let's put them on tomorrow?

Osborn looks at the adorable image on the TV while trying to nod his head grudgingly.

Osborn: Not my style to wear a cute top. But I do anticipate donning them with you.

MC: Don't worry, I’m sure you’ll look fantastic!

[Introduction] [1] [2] [3] [4]

#light and night #osborn #xiao yi #光与夜之恋 #萧逸

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killerandhealerqueen · 2 months

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and for the get to know fic writers- 3, 10, 11, 14, 20, 22

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

Oh...okay. So, like I've said many times, my fics play like movies/tv shows in my head. So when I'm writing, I see the scenes in my head and how they play out. If the "scene" is clunky or awkward, I delete, rewrite and then watch the scene back. If the scene is good, we're good. And that's kinda how writing a fic/chapter looks. My chapters (in my multichaptered fics) always flow from one to another so if you read the work as "entire work" instead of "chapter by chapter" it would flow like a movie/drama, picking up where the last chapter left off

10. Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up (gonna do "blinked" because I write in past tense)

From my WIP "KeixYaku: Abunai Aibou"

Jiang Yuelou blinked before he cleared his throat

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Oo, okay, okay.

After Rio by Morgane (smilla840)

now a soft kiss by sarahyyy for j_gabrielle

Seeing the Light by Morgane (smilla840)

14. how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

For emotional scenes...I do try to put myself in the character's shoes, in a way, or think to myself "if I saw this in a show or a movie, would I cry/shed a tear" which helps. Do I draw from personal experiences? No. I compartmentalize. Hiding emotions are easy for me unless I get very heated/passionate about something. Then I tend to show emotions. I don't really like crying but somehow I'm good at emotional scenes...go figure

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Uh...either crime scenes or a mafia setting comes up a lot, but that's just like...what I'm good at. As for noticing patterns...eh, I don't really notice them? I'm sure others could point it out but I couldn't tell you.

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

Will NOT do smut. Won't. Can't do it. Respect those who can but not for me. Reading it is fine but writing it? Nah. Also won't do first person. I just don't like it. I did once in eighth grade when we did NaNoWriMo but never again (my story concept was pretty cool tho, ngl. Made it to like the top 10 list for how long it was. Wrote a novella length. Which makes sense why all of my fics are so god damn long now)

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fbfh · 3 years

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your opinion is wrong - paxton hall yoshida x reader

wc: 1.4k

pairing: paxton x shy!fem!reader (she/her)

genre: angst with a fluffy ending

warnings: moderate upsetting bullying, reader has been bullied in the past, lightly implied neurodivergant reader (hyperfixations/socializing does not come naturally) but could also be social anxiety so it's open to interpretation, warror cats and my little pony slander, mention of being on adderall as a joke, reader has something akin to an anxiety attack and has to leave a party (also open to interpretation), reader hears male voices yelling in the distance, paxton is a loving and protective boyf, trent is the ultimate homeboy

summary: when the party you're at takes a turn for the worse, paxton is there to stand up for you and help you turn the night around.

song rec: the first song or two of your comfort album

mine are this december - ricky montgomery, and are you satisfied - marina (tw for possibly upsetting lyrics)

a/n: I don't remember specifically getting bullied but I also don't remember a lot of my childhood so who knows

anyway I hope you like this!! paxton is a good boyfriend

also!! not proofread cause I'm incapable of doing that ig :/

“Nah dude, I can just tell,” Ethan, one of the guys from the swim team says, “she was totally one of those kids that were like… really into like, warrior cats, or some shit,” his words taper off as he holds back a laugh.

You’re close enough to hear what he’s saying, and you’re sure he has to be aware of this. You continue scrolling through your phone, not paying attention to what you’re looking at, trying to seem busy and not uncomfortable. You hope it looks convincing. You look behind you, trying to seem inconspicuous. Paxton should be back with your drinks any minute.

“Like,” he adorns a falsetto valley girl voice, overexaggerated mannerisms punctuating his words, “that’s bright star, the bitchiest tabby from the rival clan… we’ve been feuding since that slut stole my sardines.”

You don’t even remember that much of the warrior cats books you happened to read in elementary school, and even you know that’s not at all accurate. You continue to sit in painful silence, those familiar hot waves of shame beginning to come over you.

“Or like, fuckin’,” he continues, feeding off the laughter he’s drawing from the group surrounding him, “my little pony or some shit. Like, hi hi, I’m pinky cakes and I’m on adderall!” he continues in a shrill falsetto, letting out a torrent of high pitched giggles.

You stare right through your phone, trying your hardest to ignore the mockery falling thoughtlessly from his lips. It’s really unnecessary. You know you’re quiet, you’re perfectly aware of how much you struggle to socialize the way most people seem to effortlessly. Sure, you take solace in the escapism you find in books and movies and tv shows, you have since you were little, but that doesn’t mean that you - or anyone for that matter - should be ridiculed for it. You can’t count the amount of comfort shows or little hobbies you’ve had to drop cold turkey because someone mocked them and you couldn’t look at them without triggering shame and guilt spirals.

You feel like you’re going to throw up. Your fight or flight response begins to act up, and you jiggle your leg, trying to deny the urge to run as fast and as far as you can.

“Fuckers naruto running through the halls,”

Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it...

“-the most annoying type of person,”

You have to get out of here right now.

The instinct consumes you, and you stand up, bolting to the door as quickly and inconspicuously as possible. You angle your head down, hoping no one will see the tense, scrunched up look on your face you’re trying desperately to control, or the wall of tears, growing and blurring your vision into swirling abstract colors. You’re glad you already knew where the door was, or navigating your way through the sea of people would be impossible.

“Hey.”

A hand reaches for your arm. Normally you would dodge gracefully, nothing coming in between you and your need to escape, but you immediately recognize the hand as Paxton’s. Your brain stalls, that disgusting feeling still fully saturating your body, and you freeze at the contact. You don’t look at him. His stomach drops.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, in more of a statement, coming closer to you. He hands the drinks he was holding to a passerby, who replies with a ‘thanks man,’ and continues on his way.

Paxton is already in front of you, a hand coming up to rest comfortingly on his cheek. One look at your face and he understood instantly.

“Can we just go home?” you try to say, but your throat tightens up as soon as you begin, cutting off your words. He understands in spite of this, and is already leading you to his car.

He opens the passenger side, helping you in and buckling your seatbelt. He turns to you before he closes the door.

“I’m going to go say bye to Trent and Marcus real quick, I’ll be right back. Why don’t you pick out some music?” He offers, giving you a tender kiss on the cheek and a reassuring squeeze to your hand. You nod, and he closes the door.

You pair your phone with his car speakers, and scroll through your saved playlist. You pause, realizing exactly what you need, and start playing one of your favorite comfort albums. You lipsync along to the words, the familiar words and melody, even the order of the songs providing an immediate sense of relief. You take deep breaths along with the music, heart rate starting to slow, emotions beginning to settle.

You open the window slightly, feeling grounded and refreshed by the cool night air. Before you can take two breaths, the sound of yelling emanates from the house, just audible over the synth pop dance track playing on the multiple speakers inside. Your whole body tenses automatically, and you roll the window back up, turning your attention back on the music. A few minutes later, the driver’s side door opens, and Paxton slides in. He takes your hand.

“Are you okay?” he says gently, but not patronizing. You can tell he’s sincere. “Trent told me what happened.”

You let out a shaky deliberate sigh, squeezing his big hand with your shaking one.

“Why… does this always happen?” you say quietly, “Right when I think-” You cut yourself off, thoat closing up as tears well in your eyes again. You look down, focusing on your breath.

Paxton traces his thumb over your knuckles.

“Those guys are assholes.” He says definitely, “You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met, princess,” his free hand rests on your cheek, turning your face towards him. He doesn’t make you look at him, just presses a warm kiss to your forehead.

“They also think dumb and dumber and beevis and butthead are cinematic genius. I don’t trust their taste in movies, or people.”

You let out a weepy laugh, and you can both tell you’re feeling better.

“You wanna go home, play some video games?”

You nod gently.

“We can play genshin impact…” he tantalizes, and you smile.

“You really want to see me fly off cliffs and scream at every hilichurl that appears?”

You both laugh.

“I always want to watch you cliff dive and collect fruit and plants.” You smile.

He pulls out of the driveway, and you decide on where to get food before going back to his place. Paxton orders for you, and you wait until your order is called. His phone rings, and he answers the call from Trent.

“Mission accomplished bro. Me and Marcus kicked those douchebags out, and sent the vid to coach. Their asses will get benched at best.”

He lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks Trent.”

You look up at him.

“Everything okay?” You ask. He looks down at your sparkly eyes, your hands holding onto his arm, and his heart squeezes.

“Yeah, Trent’s just checking that we got home okay.”

“Tell him I say hi,” you say, turning back to your phone. He relays the message, and goes to pick up your food.

Soon you’re curled up on his couch, button smashing your way through a domain, yelling at monsters, with Paxton cheering you on. Your legs are thrown over his lap, his hand squeezing your thigh in encouragement.

“Sorry!” you yell, finally wearing down a monster to zero hp. He watches you, enthralled by the game, enthralled by life. Your beauty, all aspects and facets of it, are so blindingly obvious to him, how could anyone not see it? It really makes no sense to him, solidifying the feeling of needing to protect you, the way you care for and nurture a beautiful flower garden.

“Yes!” you cheer, completing the level. You throw your arms around him, and he holds you tight.

“I’ve never won that fast,” you say, a blinding smile on your face.

“I know,” he says, his expression mirroring yours, “that was amazing, babe.”

“I still can’t believe that happened,” you muse. Overcome with love and adoration for you, Paxton pulls you in close, catching your lips with his. After a moment, he pulls away. You look down, cheeks warm.

Ever since your first kiss, he’s wondered how long that feeling would last. At this point, watching you giggle, and bury your face in the crook of his neck, he thinks that maybe it never will. He hopes he’s right.

#paxton hall yoshida x reader #paxton hall yoshida #never have i ever x reader #never have i ever #nhie #nhie x reader #paxton x reader

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violetlilysunshine · 2 years

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Oh my gosh I just had the cutest idea for your 900 celebration! Maybe chris and the reader have a daughter whose really young. And one day chris isn’t feeling well but the reader has to go to work so he has to watch their daughter even tho he has a cold. He falls asleep on the couch without a shirt on and the reader comes home to their daughter coloring in Chris’ tattoos while he’s napping 🥺

okay I did my best! I didn't name the baby so you can name her as you wish :) Also I naturally imagine Chris shirtless (because why would I picture him any other way) so I didn't include that, but keep it in mind when you're reading :)

Warnings: talk of mom and dad [mama and daddy], sick Chris, pet names between Reader and Chris [bubba, love, darlin'], Dodger [yes that's a warning in and of itself]

900 Celebration

"Okay, now you have to behave for daddy. You're gonna be good right?" you asked your toddler as you were packing your purse.

She was sitting on one of the barstools next to you, handing you things you were putting in: your snack for later, your office keys you'd dropped on the counter last night, your umbrella because it's supposed to rain and if you don't take one in your bag you'll undoubtedly leave the one in your car in your car, and that won't do you any good when you're walking out of the building.

"I'll be good, mama, promise," she answered, nodding her little head.

"Daddy will probably just want to watch movies and be lazy today, so you'll have to give Dodger some cuddles and draw lots of pictures okay? Don't try to make daddy chase you around the house. And no airplane even if he says he wants to do it. Don't even ask," you warn her, poking at her sides, "he doesn't feel good, we have to be nice to him."

"Okay, mama, I'll color for you and you can put it on the fridge!"

"Sounds good, sugar plum," you kiss her head. You pick her up and swing her on your hip, "alright, should we go get him so I can leave?" you ask her already walking to your bedroom.

You open the door gently and walk over to the bed, "Chris?" you try to wake him gently, "bubba?" you shake his arm.

He stirs slightly and groans.

"Love, I have to go," you whisper, "you've gotta wake up."

"I'm up," he grunts, "I'm up."

"Dodger's outside, he'll probably want in soon, and here's the sack of potatoes," you say, gently dropping your girl on the bed.

"Hi daddy," she whispers, crawling under the covers with him, "mama said we had to watch lots of movies and color today."

"That sounds fabulous," he says, voice scratchy and eyes droopy.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" you ask, "I can always tell them I can't make in it today, or we could call Scott and see if I can drop her off."

"Nah, I've got it, have a good day," he answers, finally sitting up, "I'd kiss you goodbye but, that's gross."

You kiss the top of his head, "see ya later."

"Bye mama!" your baby calls, crawling across the bed to get her kiss too.

~~~~~

You come home later that evening prepared to find the house a wreck and one exhausted Chris in the kitchen making an afternoon snack that your girl probably requested. But when you enter, you find something completely different. You can't see anyone in the kitchen or living room, but The Little Mermaid is playing on the TV. Dodger perks up at the end of the couch and looks at you, but is quick to lay back down telling you something's happening over there.

You drop your bag, keys, and umbrella on the island and walk over to the couch. Once you get close enough, you can see over the back of the couch.

"Hi mama!" your kiddo greats you, dropping her markers.

"Hi, baby! What are you doing?" you laugh, looking down at Chris sleeping on the couch.

"Coloring daddy's tattoos! He falled asleep and I ran out of color books but I still wanted to color so I made them pretty!" she smiles and points to the "DODGER" across his chest that is now brighter than the rainbow.

"Very pretty," you laugh, "I'm glad I bought washable markers."

You pet Dodger's head quickly, letting him continue to nap on Chris' feet and walk over to the kitchen. You begin making dinner with your little helper, who drops the pan on the floor causing Dodger to bark and Chris to shoot up on the couch wide awake.

"Sorry, bubba," you call, "everything's fine."

"Oh good," he sighs, lays back down and rubs his eyes for a second, "when did you get home, darlin'?" he asks as he gets up and walks to the kitchen.

"Just a few minutes ago," you answer, "feel any better?"

"Yeah, that nap helped," he says, "but I didn't love the rude awakening."

"Sorry about that," you say, leaning in for a peck since he's feeling better, "but I think you should go shower," you whisper against his lips.

"Do I stink?"

"No, but you make a great coloring book," you answer and tap his chest.

He looks down seeing his new art, before turning to your baby, "now when did you do that you little monster?" he yells, running after her.

#violetlilysunshine #violet's celebration #900 celebration #violetwrites #chris evans #chris evans fluff #dad chris evans #chris evans blurb

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bonnymori · 3 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

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