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@faltering_through pets

Lighter giggles as Jake follows him into the small apartment they had finally bought. "I can't believe we finally got everything together!" Jake smiles at Lighter's excitement. "Yeah, there was a lot of stuff to get but we finally got it all." As soon as they were inside Lighter turns to Jake and wraps his arms around his neck and kisses him gently. Jake's gaze softens and he smiles like an idiot as he kisses back. Lighter breaks away after a while. "Yo, we gotta celebrate!" He said. Jake seemed really happy, not because they finally got a place together but because Lighter seemed genuinely content nowadays. The first time he had met Lighter he seemed like he had been broken over and over again. It was nice to see life finally give them both a break. "I'll get the drinks" Jake said as Lighter pulled out some snacks from the kitchen cabinet like an overly energized kid.

  After they got everything, they settled in Jake's bed to watch a horror movie. Jake would flinch everytime a jump scare happened and Lighter would take the opportunity to tease him about it. So when Lighter finally fell asleep, leaving Jake to watch the movie by himself, he took his opportunity and drew a small dot on Lighter's nose then three lines on either side of his cheeks, making him look like a cat. Jake's eyes brightened up mischievously as he got up and went to get some cat ears they had gotten when they visited an amusement park. Jake laughs warmly as he puts the cat ears on Lighter's head. He continued to draw hearts and stars on his face until Lighter woke up. "What's going on? What're you doing?" He said as he opened his eyes, still looking sleepy. "Oh nothing, you better get ready for work. It's almost six o'clock" Jake said getting up again. They had pulled an all nighter watching movies while drinking and talking. Lighter sits up and looks around, not feeling the cat ears on his head. He got up reluctantly and made his way to the bathroom. He yawned as he switched the light on, then when he looked in the mirror, he let out a startled scream when he realized what Jake had done to his face. He slammed open the door and stomped out furiously. "JAKE. YOU HAVE ONE SECOND TO RUN." You could hear Jake dying of laughter from the living room.

  For the next few minutes Lighter chases Jake around the apartment. Jake snaps pictures of Lighter's angry face as he runs, causing him to laugh harder. Finally Lighter tackles Jake onto the bed and they both laugh. "It's not funny!" Lighter says laughing. "Yeah, says the guy who clearly thinks it is!" Jake said, letting the laughter die down. "Well at least help me take it off." Lighter says, but Jake looks away stubbornly. "I refuse." Lighter narrows his eyes. "Do I have to  make you change your mind?" Jake still stays in his stubborn position. "You asked for it." Lighter kisses Jake before he can protest. "Wait, Lighter-"

-Few minutes later-

A disheveled Jake helps Lighter wash the permanent marker off his face. "That was unnecessary, now we'll both be late for work" he muttered. Lighter looked proud. "And who's fault is that?~" Jake pouts like a little kid. "You're so cute~" Lighter says looking at Jake's kid face. "Am not" Jake grumbles.

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"Are too~"

@Kanaroli group

@HerImperiousCondescension
(I was putting this as my nickname for cards against humanity and forgot how to spell so I copied my user to put down)

@yeetus

@ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

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this is peter pan
no not that peter pan
hot peter pan
you know
with the eyebrows
ya know what
just click on the link
and find out for yourself

I love that Peter pan

this peter pan is the best peter pan

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F08%2F67%2F62%2F08676242b7d83b85019087d0f11ef128.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F565201821961896254%2F&docid=hEhrVONZSjRHcM&tbnid=T8Js0R3c8rHNfM%3A&vet=10ahUKEwiMtvTww7vgAhVcJDQIHdyLBXgQMwg9KAQwBA..i&w=500&h=614&safe=active&bih=666&biw=1366&q=peter%20pan%20ouat&ved=0ahUKEwiMtvTww7vgAhVcJDQIHdyLBXgQMwg9KAQwBA&iact=mrc&uact=8

this is peter pan
no not that peter pan
hot peter pan
you know
with the eyebrows
ya know what
just click on the link
and find out for yourself

I love that Peter pan

this peter pan is the best peter pan

All hail this Peter pan

@faltering_through pets

“I don’t know how you’ve fooled everyone else, but people don’t change,” the hero snapped. “You’re up to something.”

Well, that was one of hell of an opener, wasn’t it?

“Mm. Gardening,” the protagonist replied. They drew a steadying breath before looking up. It was a warm spring morning, and they had their hands buried in dirt, kneeling in the soft grass. “It’s positively nefarious.”

The hero’s hands curled into fists.

The protagonist tensed, fractionally, and debated whether now would be a great time to straighten up and greet their guest. They perhaps should have expected the hero to track them down eventually - the hero had always been obsessive, despising loose ends. Still, they’d hoped to be able to have a little more peace.

“Don’t act innocent,” the hero said. “It doesn’t suit you. You’ve lied to everyone here enough, don’t you think?”

The protagonist decided on staying down. Down among the herb garden, they were non-threatening, when the hero was clearly looking for any excuse of hostility. “I wanted to start anew. Somewhere where people didn’t know me, where I could live quietly.”

“They have a right to know the monster living next door to them, don’t they?”

Okay. Maybe they should take this inside. The antagonist rose reluctantly to their feet after all, making sure to keep their movements slow and easy to track.
“Would you like to come in?”

“Don’t move,” the hero hissed.

The protagonist stopped, heart racing in their chest. They really didn’t want to turn this into a fight. They really didn’t want to have a public argument, and have to pull up all of the tentative roots they’d made for themselves.

“I understand your concern,” they said, voice low. “I did terrible things. I paid for those.”

“Not enough.”

A shiver ran down the protagonist’s spine.

“The judge decided my sentence.”

“You tricked them into early release and vanished.”

“I didn’t trick anyone.” The protagonist did their best to squash the flare of anger - it wouldn’t go down well. If you had been a bad person once, human emotions like rage and frustration made you a monster, they frightened people. Rightfully so, perhaps. “I rehabilitated. Isn’t that what the justice system you hope to serve does? Rehabilitate?”

“They don’t know you like I do.”

“You can check my records, talk to my parole officer,” the protagonist said quietly. “I have broken no laws, done nothing wrong, since I came here.”

“That they know of. Obviously you wouldn’t tell them otherwise.”

The protagonist sighed, tiredly.
“I don’t want to fight with you about this. I just want to live in peace. How did you even find me?”

“The people you killed didn’t get much peace, beyond the graveyard kind. Do you seriously think you deserve peace?” The hero laughed, harsh and entirely too loud.

The protagonist winced.
“Please keep your voice down.”

“Oh, something to hide?!” The hero’s voice grew louder.

The protagonist’s eyes darkened before they could hide it, their jaw clenching. They released a steadying breath between their teeth.
“I have nothing to hide. Do you want to talk to my parole officer? My phone is in my pocket if you let me get it.”

The hero’s eyes narrowed on them in turn. They took a step closer, crowding into the villain’s space. Their hand reached into the villain’s pocket, drawing out the phone.

“The pass code is 7642. The number-”

The hero dropped the phone to the floor and crushed it beneath their foot.
“They should have left you to rot for what you’ve done.”

The protagonist sucked in a sharp, nervous breath.

“Maybe,” they said softly. “It wasn’t my decision. I’m simply trying to decide what to do with the second chance that I’ve been given, you can understand that, surely? And if I do something wrong I’m sure you’ll be the first to know and put me in my place, anyway.”

“Why would I wait around and let you ruin everything? You’re coming with me.”

The protagonist took a step back at that, stomach lurching. Their unease grew.
“I haven’t done anything wrong,” they bit out.

“Yet. It’s only a matter of time.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” the protagonist’s voice rose a little. “You have no legal right to do that!”

“I’m not the law,” the hero said. Their eyes were bottomless and burning with a terrible righteous fire as they studied the protagonist. “And this is for the greater good. If you’re as good as you claim you are, you’d come quietly, and prove it. Don’t turn this into a fight with casualties.”

Was that a threat?

They didn’t want to lose their freedom. Not again, god not again. They didn’t want to give up this small peace that they’d built for themselves, the seeds of this life.

“I haven’t done anything wrong. Please, don’t do this.”

“Funny…” The hero tilted their head. “I remember pleading with you once. You ignored me then.”

“You were never me.”

“So you’re not coming quietly, then.” The hero cracked out their knuckles. “Alright. The hard way it is.”

God, but they knew who would be blamed if this turned into a fight. They knew what it would look like. The look on the hero’s face said they knew too.

“No! No - I’ll come,” the protagonist said. Their chest hurt. “Just let me grab a bag.”

“As if. I’m not that stupid as to let you arm yourself.”

The protagonist swallowed. They had to believe that this would work out okay.

They just had to prove they’d changed, right?

The hero grabbed them and dragged them to the car.

(all credit goes to the-modern-typewriter which has literally stolen my heart with this beautiful writing of theirs)

@MarDeColores this is not it kids

“Fine.” Ceder sighs. “We’ll go.”
“Good!” Endor grins and starts down the roof. “Hurry up, slow pokes!”
“Can’t you just zap us there?” Ceder asks.
“I could, but then the King would instantly know we’re there. It’s as if someone shouted ‘we are here!’ and threw glitter at him.”