#Me: Okay I just need to finish up Guardian and then the other two and then I’ll watch WYEL
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Fluffember with Satoru Gojo
Prompt: Sharing a drink
Summary: You are in the early phases of your relationship with Satoru where you haven't even kissed each other yet. Taking things comfortingly and achingly slow. You go on a date with him where you share a drink together. <3
Warnings: None, it's absolutely fluffy in the most Dark Academia of ways since it has an almost poetic depiction of my love for this man lol. I have self-indulged here, so the reader is lean (Mentioning of his palm almost covering our waist); apart from that - nothing else. Let me know if I've missed anything loves x
-> Talk to me about the man ;)
You hadn't spent much time with Gojo Satoru yet, however that didn't mean that the early stages of the relationship are not memorable and enticing in the least. Take today for an example, you can't wait for work to finish & go on a coffee date with him. It's barely been 10 days of you two agreeing to be in a committed relationship with each other. Your backgrounds were totally different, your brother goes to Jujutsu High and as his guardian who lives in Japan- you had met Satoru Gojo several times. He had introduced him to you as his teacher when he was 15, and now he is 18. A third year and ready to graduate. Satoru met you when you were 20, and he was 26 that time. There was always an eerie, unspoken mystery between you two. You didn't try on him though, as good looking and fluent in English as he was… something about there being no chances ever to exist caused your behaviour to carry a severe astonishing indifference towards him. Something that bewildered even Satoru always, though he was happy that there is someone who does not kiss the floor he walks on. It felt a good change, the only people who behave normally with him are his male counterparts, and women like Shoko and Utahime who know he is not to be taken so seriously at times.
Until on your brother's 18th birthday, he got him a fucking Mercedes. That was- interesting to say the least. You had talked to him here and there but your brother's birthday bash is the moment when you two started talking for real. Hobbies, what are your favourite places to visit, what irks you off, how his technique works… everything. Hell he cockily showed you his domain as well, something so beautiful you were haunted by it in your dreams.
You shake off all the thoughts in your head when one of your colleagues asked your help in something. He was a junior and often came to you with his series of questions and doubts. So far you hadn't mentored anyone really… though everything has started to remind you about Satoru Gojo. How good of a mentor he is for your sibling… Damn it, that man- you still haven't kissed for fuck's sake! Just gone on a casual movie date when he had to run off when your brother felt his CE in your house. Pft- funny… you can't wait for him to judge Satoru as a boyfriend when you finally tell him.
Satoru Gojo [3:00 PM]: Hey! :D You up for the date after work right???
You bit your lip as your phone's home screen lit up with the familiar name, no you haven't saved his contact cutely yet… you can't afford to move too fast. Don't want to be the one to fall first and fall harder and then get your heart broken to pieces.
You [3:01 PM]: Yeah, ofc! I'd get free by 5. Send me the pin.
Satoru Gojo [3:01 PM]: LOL
Satoru Gojo [3:01 PM]: 🤣🤣😏
Satoru Gojo [3:01 PM]: She thinks I'll not pick her fine ass up, mkay girl
You smiled a little at the text, biting your lip and raising your hand for your colleague to stop talking. He complied, seeing you so occupied and having dusted cheeks.
You [3:02 PM]: Okay, I'll wait :)
You're a dry texter at times, but you can be extremely chaotic when you're comfortable. Satoru still needed to unlock that gremlin potential after all.
Oh you can't wait for your work day to end, glancing at the time, listening to songs, finishing the Knowledge Transfer session with your junior colleague. Finally, it was 5:00 PM. You aren't one of the people who leave work on the dot, but today is an exception. You left your seat at 4:50, gliding towards the washroom and doing a final touch up on your make-up, before leaving outside.
There he stood, the man himself. Body language easy as a breeze, like a relief you'd expect when you see him with a tingle of nervousness that makes your heart ache. Oh he was wearing his glasses today, wearing a black shirt and some formal pants, waving his hands at you with a cheerful grin. He was the tallest amongst everyone walking by, easily visible and the most beautiful and ethereal of course.
You smiled back, walking towards him like an excited child and hugging him softly. Satoru wasn't soft at all though, single-handedly covering almost your entire waist into his palm and pulling you close, letting you drown in his expensive and luxurious cologne. Satoru smelled like power, if it was supposed to be a scent. A unique and distinguished scent that you wouldn't be too creepy to ask right now.
"Gosh little girl, I missed you. What're you doing to me?" He chuckled, walking alongside you and holding your hand possessively, intertwining fingers. Everything felt too much, and nothing at the same time. Nothing as in you wanted more, too much as in you can't take his touches which are now so relevant and so easy for him.
"I missed you too, Satoru." You still slur a little, and he looks down at you from his glasses, he loves how his name sounds from your voice. You've always called him Gojo san out of respect as your brother's sensei. Calling him Satoru helps break any restraints you have bounded yourself in.
Your office was near the bustling labyrinth of Tokyo city, and finding a neat and boujee coffee shop wasn't really hard for your boyfriend. You both walked in, and the barista was as mesmerised by Satoru at first glance as you were. Can't blame her, he is gut-wrenchingly beautiful after all. Sculpted by the gods.
"I'd like uh, to have?" He rips through your stray thoughts and smiles, looking down to match your height and leaning in a little closer to your face. "What'd my girl like to have?" Fucking hell you could combust!
"I'd like to have a Chocolate Frappucino with an extra shot of espresso and some vanilla extract & caramel syrup please."
"Oh making a coffee mocktail are we?" Satoru grinned, and looked at the Barista who glanced expectantly at him for his order. "Oh we'd make an extra-large, and make it two straws kay?" He said is so casually though it was the cutest thing that has happened to you so far.
He held your hand and found a place for you and him, pulling your chair like a gentleman. "How was work, little one?" He muses, while you talk to him about your day, how you organized Zumba classes today for your colleagues and how your work was as hectic as ever but nothing to complain since you're not overworked.
He nods, and listens, like- really, really listens. For someone who talks a lot, Satoru was extremely observant and quiet right now.
Then, came the order, the Barista placing the tray with the coffee on the table & sliding in the two straws. "I hope you two enjoy." The venomous formality tinged with jealousy dripped out from her throat as she left. Satoru of course paid no mind… though you could observe how people looked at him. As if he was someone to attain.
You leaned in, wrapping your lips around the straw after dipping it into the coffee and took a sip. "Mm, so good." You almost moan a little at the exquisite taste. Satoru hands you the other straw, while you looked at him bewildered. His lips wrapped around 'your' straw, which had 'your' lipstick imprint and took a sip. Leaving you absolutely flustered and fazed. "So good, true… best thing I've ever tasted in 29 years." He hums with a genuine affirmation that only drives you off the edge. "Stop it, you're so dramatic!" You laughed, taking the other straw and sharing the drink.
How to make silly little things intimate - you could only hope to learn from Satoru Gojo <3 then again, you have several more dates with him to learn it after all. He was whipped and falling desolatingly fast for you.
#gojo satoru#gojo imagines#gojo fluff#jjk fluff#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fluff#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x reader fluff#gojo x reader fluff#jjk imagines#jjk drabbles#gojo drabbles#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you
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The New Teacher’s Aid
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Summary: Mike has Abby signed up to be part of the after school program at her school since he can’t pick her up due to him working, there’s nothing too special about it until a staff member catches his eye and he tries to explain it without thinking the obvious.
Warnings: Reader is kept gender neutral and is a teacher’s aid and member of the staff that work in the after school program. This is in second person perspective at first but shifts at times. “Y/n” is used two times in here. Mike has a crush on you lol. I actually can’t think of many things that are actual warnings but if there are any just let me know
Author’s Snip: Surprise! I’m alive! I’ve been relaxing since I took the summer semester off to unwind from my first year of college. Anyways, I’m sure some, if not most, of us have seen the teaser and trailer for the FNAF movie. I’ve been seeing people going bonkers over Mike and William and so have I a little. This thought came to me last night and I wanted to write it so bad but it was 2am then and I had things I needed to do with family so I wrote it down in my notes so that I didn’t forget.
Notes: This is sort of meant to be before Mike takes up the job at the abandoned plazeria. And I just saw that there are some implications that Abby walks/rides a bike home to and from school but I’m just going to ignore that because I can and because then this shot doesn’t really work. So yeah.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
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You’ve been working at the school for a month and a half now as a teacher’s aid and an additional member of the staff that work in the after school program. The program wasn’t much if you had to be honest, it was pretty much just babysitting kids who didn’t get picked up once school was over.
You weren’t complaining though, but then again, you worked in the spare classroom with the older kids rather than the younger ones. This group wasn’t too much of a hassle. Usually these kids would talk, do their homework, or some quiet activity and rarely cause any trouble. That’s how you met a little girl named Abby.
Abby was like the other kids who minded their own till their parent or guardian came to pick them up. You noticed that she didn’t interact with any of the other kids and either drew or did her homework quietly at a desk. You decided to check on her. Now you two have formed a really nice bond. You usually help her with her homework or talk about whatever comes to mind which helped pass the time since she was one of the kids that stayed the whole time the program operated.
Speaking of which, it was rolling around that time. You knew that the person who usually gets her is always here when the clock hits five pm but it always makes you a little worried that they won’t come since after five there wasn’t meant to be any students still on campus.
“Okay, last one. What do you think?” you say, you were helping Abby finish up a tricky math sheet. Abby stared at the problem for a moment and worked it out on a blank space next to it before writing down the answer she came up with. “There you go! Great job. Now you’re all done, you don’t need to do any at home.” you smile. Just then you hear a knock at the door to the room. When you turn, you see a man in his mid twenties or early thirties standing in the doorway. You stand up to go talk to him but you hear Abby chirp “Hi, Mike!” to the man. He gives her a nod as a hello back as you grab a clipboard and walk up to him.
“Hello. Can I get a name?” you ask. This was common check out protocol whenever someone came to pick up a child from the program. “Mike Schmidt.” he responds. You nod and check the name that’s correlated with Abby, it checks out. “And the password?”, that was another part of the protocol. He says the correct one and you smile with a nod before letting him sign his name as the last part of the process.
By then Abby had already packed up her things and skipped over to Mike and took a hold of his hand to leave. “Goodbye, Abby!” you wave. She waves back with some more energy to it, “Bye, (y/n)!”. You give a wave back to Mike as well out of courtesy, “Goodbye, Mr. Schmidt.”. He gives you a small wave goodbye too as he leaves with Abby by his side.
With Abby gone home, you were set to pack everything in the classroom so that you could leave. You usually did this earlier but the other staff member went out and hadn’t come back yet, so you needed to keep an eye on Abby. Usually they checked Abby out to Mike, who you were told was her older brother, so she could go home. But since they still weren’t back, you met him for the first time. You were a bit surprised to finally see him. He was actually older than you thought he would be. The age minimum for someone who could pick up a child was sixteen and that Mike met that requirement, but you thought that he would be younger. Turns out he’s around the same age as you.
Abby actually told you a lot about Mike. As already mentioned, he was her older brother. She also told you that he works and that the two of them live together. She’s also told you about how cool he is but that’s a given since most younger siblings think that their older siblings are cool.
You didn’t think too much about Mike after that, but strangely enough, Mike spent a good part of the evening thinking about you.
“Are they a new staff member? I don’t think I’ve seen them before.” Mike asked Abby while she picked at the reheated veggies on her plate. “No, not really. They’ve been here for a while.” Abby responded. “They seem nice.” he mentioned. “They are. They help me with my homework and we talk. They even said they like my drawings!” Abby explained with a smile. “ Well, that’s nice to hear.” Mike said as he got up from his seat at the table. “You finish those off before you try and watch TV, alright?” he said with a little bit of demand as he pointed to the uneaten food on her plate before heading off to get ready for the rest of the night.
Soon after that, Mike had formed a habit. Everyday, just before getting out of his car to go pick up Abby, he would check himself in his rearview mirror. He would subconsciously fix any loose hair, fix up his jacket to look neater, or check for food in his teeth. He didn’t know when it started but he noticed it when he was fighting with a piece of food from his lunch earlier that day that didn’t want to leave it’s spot between his teeth. “Why am I even doing this? It’s barely noticeable.” he thought to himself. But something irked him to get it out before he got out.
After he finally got the pesky piece out, he stepped out of his car and made his way to the classroom that the program was held in. Abby noticed him but the staff member who came to check her out to him wasn’t you. After he gave all the information, signed, and took Abby’s hand, he found that he felt slightly disappointed that it wasn’t you this time and thought that he fought that food between his teeth for nothing.
The drive home consisted of silence as Abby stared out the window and Mike stewed in his thoughts on why he wanted see you every time he came in. It shouldn’t matter if it’s you, or the new teacher Miss Hill, or the old teacher Mrs. Flores, or someone who was a part of that group.
“Did you have fun with (Y/n) today?” Mike asked as he peaked at Abby in the rearview. Why did he ask that? “Yeah. I didn’t have a lot of homework so we spent most of the time talking while I drew.” Abby responded. “What did you talk about?” he questioned. “Not much. They talked about being a teacher’s aid and how they want to be a school teacher.” Abby commented, Mike nodded his head. “I talked about us a little. I told them that you work and take care of me.” she explained, “And they said that’s really nice of you to be doing both.” Abby referenced. Mike thought about that for a second. “Did they?” he responded.
The rest of the evening and night went on as normal. But Mike found that he didn’t really pay attention to the late night TV like he usually does. He was caught up on what Abby said today about you. Mike tried to brush it off but just couldn’t, and he didn’t like it all that much. It made him feel dumb. Why was he so consumed with what you thought of him, with Abby saying that you think he’s nice for taking care of his little sister and being their breadwinner and him recently starting to care about how he looked under the possibility of you and him seeing each other while he got Abby.
There was no way he had some stupid crush on you. You were just some staff member who took care of Abby after school and he was just her older brother. That’s all you should be to each other.
He thinks that while also thinking about how maybe he should pack a mini toothbrush and toothpaste tube so his lunch doesn’t end up in his breath in case you catch it next time you talk.
#I just needed to write this lol#Don't know if this will be a new media I write for or if I'm just excited for October#Actual tags -->#fnaf movie#five nights at freddy's movie#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#one shot#mike schmidt#mike schmidt x reader#fnaf x reader#fnaf movie x reader
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My Favorite Prize
Mike Schmidt x f!Reader
wc: 1.7k
warnings: none! just fluff and fun 🤗
so this is my first time ever writing a fic and posting it, so apologies if it isn’t great and has mistakes, i just felt so drawn to this idea i had to attempt to write it! i hope y’all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it :)
this is kind of an au where nothing bad ever happened to the pizzeria (i’m an optimist if u can’t tell), mike still has the security job there, but it’s all good vibes bc he deserves happiness :’) basically just mike, abby, and reader having a fun day out at freddy’s ☺️
also was written w a female reader in mind, but i don’t think there’s any explicit use of she/her pronouns so do what you will with that
keeping this intro short as possible, but i’ll include another a/n at the end!
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You would’ve never thought that taking a babysitting job for a neighbor down your street would lead to some of the best memories you’ve ever had. Not to mention it also led to you and Mike, your boyfriend, meeting each other.
Naturally, you spend a lot of time with Mike and especially his sister, Abby, who you’ve been babysitting for about 6 months now. Your bond with her feels like so much more than just being her babysitter, even more so after starting to date Mike. You are always more than happy to do all kinds of activities with her, even if you’re “off the job.” After all, you’re at the house almost everyday now.
“Can we please go to Freddy’s today? I’ve been collecting quarters for months now, I want to use them!” Abby begged as you, her, and Mike finished your breakfast.
“I’m sure your brother doesn’t want to go to work over the weekend, but I can take you if you really want to go.” you said with a smile as you got up to wash off your plate.
“What makes you think I wouldn’t want to join in on this?” Mike asked looking back at you.
“You need a break, Mike.” you answered. “You stay home and rest, Abby and I will go. Plus it’s your job, you don’t want to be thinking about work over the weekend. I don’t mind taking her, trust me.” You often needed to remind him it was okay to stay home and rest. He works his ass off, mostly to provide for Abby, but also because he can’t help but spoil you as well. Even if you didn’t need anything, he still cared too much.
“Please y/n!” Abby shouted from her seat. “Let Mike come too. It will be extra fun then!”
“Yeah, y/n.” Mike said, giving you that look you couldn’t say no to. You looked into those brown eyes, shaking your head smiling.
“Okay, okay,” you responded laughing at the siblings, “let’s go then.”
The three of you piled into Mike’s sedan. On the way there, you and Abby sang some of her favorite Disney tunes, occasionally getting Mike to sing a line or two.
When you arrived, Abby immediately ran up to the stage of three animatronic animals who were singing and dancing. You and Mike followed behind, hand in hand. The pizzeria was full of children playing games, eating pizza, and running around doing whatever kids do.
“I don’t know why she loves those damn robots so much.” Mike said as the two of you walked in. “They’re creepy.”
“I think it’s cute.” you replied. “I think it’d be fun to hang out with them sometime, you know? Like, play arcade games with them, eat some pizza. I mean, you practically have a sleepover with them every night, Mike.”
“You wouldn’t be saying that if you had to be their guardian every night.” he said sarcastically.
“I don’t buy it, you love them.” you responded, squeezing his hand. He gave you a dramatic eye roll and you couldn’t help but giggle at him. You finally caught up to Abby, finding the girl still in awe of the animatronic show. “Alright Abby, what are we doing first?”
The girl thought for a moment, until her eyes lit up and that mischievous little smirk she makes was on her face. “Skee ball competition.”
“What does the winner get?” Mike asked.
“If I win, you have to get me ice cream for dessert.” She replied confidently. She always knew what she wanted, and she was gonna get it no matter what.
“And what if I win?” you asked.
“Then Mike has to get you a prize.” She replied grinning at the two of you.
“Why’s it always me who has to pay the price?” he asked. Abby already began skipping towards the arcade games.
“You’re the one who asked.” you replied giving him a shrug. “And by the way, I’m so winning this.”
“Yeah?” he asked smirking as the two of you followed Abby. “What if I win? What do I get?”
“I guess something can be arranged if you win.”
“Well you better start thinking of something because there won’t be an ‘if I win’, just a when I win.”
The three of you found the skee ball games, each picking a lane to play on. You all agreed whoever had the most points after three rounds of playing was the winner. Abby decided she would count down before shouting “go!” and the game was on. Surprisingly, Abby did very well, and the game ended with a win for Abby, and a draw between you and Mike for second place.
“I win!” Abby shouted jumping up and down before giving Mike a hug. “Now you have to get me ice cream for dessert!” You couldn’t help but smile at the two, their bond was unlike any other.
“Okay, okay, Abby!” he said with a laugh as Abby pulled away from him. “But before that, it looks like y/n and I have a tie to break.”
“Oh, we’re doing this now huh?” you said, crossing your arms. “You can’t stand a draw?”
“I was told there would be prizes and I am not letting my efforts go to waste.”
“Okay, fine, best of three wins.” You grabbed a handful of quarters out of the cup sitting on edge of the game.
“Ready to lose, sweetheart?”
What he didn’t realize was Abby slowly making her way towards your skee ball lane, silently noting she was on your side.
“Don’t get so ahead of yourself, babe.” you said with a playful scoff. What ensued after was the best mix of chaos and fun.
You and Abby were both trying to throw as many balls as you could in the somewhat small skee ball lane. The two of you were laughing at how terribly it ended up working out. Mike finally realized the team you two had formed to which he kept playfully shoving the balls out of your hands, while somehow still maintaining control of his own with his other hand. By the end, you were so out of breath from not only playing the competitive game, but laughing at the madness that occurred.
“I can’t believe you let Mike win, y/n!” Abby said, sounding more upset than she should’ve been.
“I would never let your brother purposely beat me at a game of skee ball.” you said, still out of breath. “He sabotaged the game!” you shouted, giving him a knowing look while pointing an accusing finger at him.
“I believe I deserve some sort of prize for my victory.” he responded smirking as he stood looking at you with his arms crossed.
You finally caught your breath as you looked into his brown eyes, then down to his lips which still held the small smirk. You walked closer to him, putting your hands on his shoulders as you stood on your tip toes to place a soft, small kiss on his lips. He put his hands around your waist, pulling you in just a bit. You could feel him smile, and you did too, letting out a small laugh.
“I’m still here you know.” Abby said, making you both turn to face her, still standing by the skee ball lane. She wasn’t the biggest fan of the two of you showing affection, but you knew deep down it made her happy. After all, she was the one who got you guys to realize your feelings for each other. “So am I getting my ice cream or not?”
“How could I forget.” Mike said sarcastically to his sister, giving her a small smile. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you stood next to him. “Does pizza sound good for dinner?”
“Of course, but don’t you dare forget her ice cream. She’s scary when she gets mad.” you said that last part in a whisper just loud enough for Abby to hear.
“Hey!” she shouted, knowing you guys were messing with her.
“Believe me, I know.” Mike said, ruffling his sister’s hair as they all made their way to the dining room.
The three of you enjoyed a delicious pizza dinner at Freddy Fazbear’s, making sure not to forget Abby’s ice cream she so rightfully earned. Before you left for home, Abby traded in some of her tickets for prizes at the prize counter. She ended up choosing a Bonnie plushie and a little Freddy keychain. She had been working towards collecting all of the Fazbear plushies, having just a few more left to complete the collection.
“Today was so fun!” Abby squealed as the three of you left, her Bonnie plush in hand.
“It was pretty fun.” you said smiling, taking in the final sights, sounds, and smells of the pizzeria as you walked out the doors. The three of you somehow ended up spending most of the day there, continuing to play games and eat tons of pizza.
“You know what, I think we should do this more often.” Mike chimed in.
“Really?” you said, genuinely surprised.
“Yeah. I know it’s technically work, but this was really fun. Thanks for letting me tag along, y/n.” he held onto your hand again.
“Don’t just thank me, Abby was the one who really convinced me to let you join us.”
“I find that extremely hard to believe.” he said while bumping his shoulder into yours.
“Fine, you’re kinda fun too I guess.”
“Just kinda?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe a little more than kinda.” you admitted. He placed a kiss on the top of your head as you reached his car.
“Y/n?” Abby asked.
“Yes Abby?” you replied.
She took the Freddy keychain out of her pocket, handing it to you. “This is for you, since you never got a prize for winning skee ball. And because you’re my favorite.”
You nearly teared up at the gesture. A huge smile had come across your face.
“Abby, you are too sweet. Thank you.” you said as you held the small keychain in your hand, giving her a hug.
At the last second you decided to pull Mike into your hug, savoring every moment of having your two favorite people right by your side. “You guys are my favorite prize.”
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i hope y’all enjoyed :) depending how well this is received i may consider writing more for mike and whatnot. hopefully it didn’t feel too long, once i start writing i can’t really stop myself. don’t be afraid to lmk ur thoughts in the comments!
i thought we needed more of these kinds of fics for those of us who had our inner child healed from the fnaf movie. these r my fav kind of fics and there just isn’t enough of them 🫶
if ur one to listen to music while reading, i recommend the first 4 songs off of Mylo Xyloto by coldplay. that’s exactly what went thru my mind while writing. 🤗
#fnaf#fnaf movie#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt#josh hutcherson#five nights at freddy’s movie#fnaf x reader#five nights at freddy's#abby schmidt#mike schmidt x y/n#michael schmidt
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okay so lately I have seen a lot of people claim they hate mammon bc he steals from mc, and like there's nothing wrong with disliking a character lol but I don't recall mammon ever stealing from mc?? like the only thing I can think of is that one time in season 1 I think where he was going through their stuff and said he was looking for something to sell (I think?? it's been a while) and beel straight up calling him a liar lmao l'm just wondered if I missed something? or if this is just newer players who maybe misunderstood that one scene? and I figured if anyone would know it would be you lmao
I got so fucking pissed about this (not at you anon <3) cos this is the third time I got an ask like this, that I scrolled all the way down my 'Obey Me Mammon' tag to June/July 2020 and then slowly scrolled my way up pulling all the receipts I could.....I saw this immediately after you sent it and I just finished now...... turns out it takes 5 straight hours to go through my Mammon tag😶
I have answered this exact same ask twice before and I can only assume it's new people? Like honestly you can't play the game for a long time and still think this (they prove this false within the game in LESSON FOUR)
Not only does Mammon NOT steal from MC, he also:
a.) Gets legitimate/legal jobs whenever he wants to buy MC something (which is pretty frequently)
b.) Shares the money with them when he comes into a large sum of money
But anyway here are the links to the posts talking about all this:
(everything is directly taken from canon or based off canon)
A.) No he doesn't steal from MC
• Full Summary of the Lesson 4 locked chapter where he goes through MC's stuff and a compare and contrast of what we know about Mammon from future lessons, events, devilgrams
• First post talking about this, goes more into detail about him not stealing from them
• Second shorter post about how he doesn't steal from them
• They're literally Partners in Crime
• He straight up refuses the Midas touch (multiple times I believe) after realising it means he won't be able to touch MC anymore
• HEADCANON that maybe he steals/borrows their clothes, with their knowledge, to wear
• In the small introductory manga page they say the thing he likes as much as money is MC
• In S3 he admits to loving MC more than he loves money
B.) He goes out of his way to get MC Presents (which we works actual jobs to earn money for)
• Mammon at the Office Devilgram, where he gets an actual office job so he can buy MC a watch he saw them looking at
• In the Movie Date Devilgram he rents out an entire theatre for the two of them because it was the anniversary of the day they first met
• In the You Always Ride Shotgun Devilgram he rents out a pool for the two of them
• He's always giving MC presents
• Usually he buys matching things for them
• He buys them shoes in their favourite colour
• Mammon's love language
• He wants to share his winnings from a lottery with MC
• He finds a secret second map in the pirate au event and tells only MC so they can share the treasure
C.) It's not just MC, he puts the others before Money too
• In the Presents From Mammon Devilgram he buys presents for everyone
• In The Guardian Demon Devilgram he saves a 9yr old orphaned homeless human girl from a mugger, fosters her and plans to pay for all her needs until she's an adult/can provide for herself - which is why he's always in debt to the three witches who look after her for him, there's also extortion going on from them towards him
• He'd rather lose the entire fortune he won than make Luke upset
• List of times he's put others before money
• He straight up tells Luke he doesn't mind missing out on a reward as long as it means Luke is alright
• Socks for Beel
• He gets a stone for his birthday which can give him whatever he wishes for, he wishes for fortune to come to whoever has the stone and then gives the stone to a student who tried to hurt him
D.) How Mammon works as a character
• Solmare makes you form certain expectations about him and then starts breaking them within the next few lessons and it's amazing to witness
• Friendship, Actions & Reality Vs Calling MC 'Servant'
• Mammon, MC and their Friendship
• Mammon being smart and why he comes off as an idiot
• His thoughts about himself vs MC
• He's actively changing and growing as a character and he knows it
• How Mammon actually views himself
• Why there's a difference in his level of affection in public vs privately
• Jerk with a heart of gold trope but better
• Mammon and how much he cares about consent
• How outsiders see Mammon vs how people from the city see Mammon vs how his close friends and family see him
• Chasing some creep away from MC
• How his relationship with MC changes and grows throughout the season
E.) Other reasons to love him
• Examples of how much he loves MC
• How supportive he & MC are of each other
• Some of his funniest moments
• He's objectively terrifying
• Mammon being a good brother
• He's extremely ride or die for MC
• He waits for MC when they've got to stay late at RAD for other work
• Despite being an ancient being all his best memories consist of the time he's spent with MC
• He created a whole line of toys based around missing MC
• Everything he says about loving MC in his 2022 birthday event
• List of things he's good at
• The amount he loves MC
And this is just a few of my posts about mammon, his character and what there's to love about him
And look it's MORE than okay for people to dislike a character but at least dislike them for something that actually happened?
#asks#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me#obey me mammon#om! mammon#swd mammon#shall we date mammon#obey me! mammon#om mammon#mammon x gn!reader#mammon x gn!mc#mammon x gender neutral reader#mammon x you#mammon x oc#mammon x mc#mammon x reader#mammon x y/n#reader x mammon#mc x mammon#you x mammon#y/n x mammon#oc x mammon#swd obey me!#shall we date obey me#obey me mc#om mc#obey me! mc
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Imo, this is the most telling/concerning line of the explorers
As we’ve seen, the environment of Explorers is incredibly toxic. 3/4 of the other admins have each insulted or taken shots at Amethio somehow. And it looks like this is nothing new, it’s horrible how Conia’s reaction to him being in a room alone with them is ‘oh god i hope he’s okay’. Amethio is a minor, he’s in a room full of people who seem to all be much older than him and ,in complete contrast to Liko’s situation, they all belittle him and insult him for every little mistake. It’s really upsetting how the only two people who have any sort of concern for him are his underlings- but Conia and Zir are absolutely powerless to really do anything about this. As much as they care about him, I don’t think Amethio would even be able to allow himself to be proper vulnerable around them. He’s already having to constantly prove himself, so how could he do something as unprofessional as spilling his worries to his underlings? It seems the only one he’s comfortable being open with is Ceruledge, but once again there is very little it can do to help him.
Then there’s Hamber. I’ve seen a few people give him the benefit of the doubt, especially because of episode 34 where it looks like he’s taken a shine to Amethio. But don’t let his fake concern fool you.
All i see here is basic professionalism, like he’s reading what he has to say off a script. He doesn’t actually mean what he’s saying: we’ve seen how high the Explorers expectations are, I mean just look at how much Amethio is overexerting himself in the second op, surprise surprise Hamber is sitting back and merely watching despite his earlier comment of not straining yourself. Not to mention, the moment things start going well for Amethio, Hamber immediately undermines his agency by going with Sango and Onyx to sort things out personally. Like no wonder Amethio seems to be triggered by not being taken seriously when this is how his (employers? guardians? idk) treat him!
He’s also got soooo many red flags! The biggest being when Sango half-heartedly refuses orders, to which he responds:
Literally physically intimidating her! And her reaction raises even more red flags, despite her happy demeanour the way she instantly complies is very telling that this isn’t the first time Hamber’s resorted to such threats… and this is the same environment a 16ish old is being raised in!
Maybe it’s just the amount of pressure he was putting on himself, but look how stressed and low-key terrified Amethio looks when fighting Hamber!!
And even if we want to make the case that maybe Amethio is this special exception for Hamber and that he’s got a soft spot for him… he is ultimately still complicit in grooming Amethio into this shady organisation. Episode 34 even reveals that Hamber was the one who trained Amethio, which also fuels the idea that he might have been some random child they find and realised how easily they could manipulate him into becoming the perfect loyal admin. Well i personally subscribe to the Amethio is an orphan theory rather than Gibeons son, especially considering that comment about Gibeon ‘awakening’, Idk if Gibeon is even properly alive.
Btw if you’re interested in further exploration in what I’ve discussed in this post allow me to shamelessly plug my fic that finished recently. It delves into the shadiness of Explorers and how really fucked up Amethio’s situation is! https://archiveofourown.org/works/52757629
It’s kinda weird how we’ve gone from ‘haha look at team Rocket blast off again aren’t they so wacky?’ to literal child grooming. I’m all for the serious themes tho.
Tldr: Hamber deserves to be pushed down a flight of stairs, Amethio needs so much therapy.
#pokemon horizons#amethio#anipoke#pokemon hamber#pokemon explorers#pokemon conia#Now if only Horizons would give us more than 5 mins of amethio everytime he’s on screen#Manifesting an episode that focuses on him for the entire runtime#Pls don’t make me wait 15 weeks to see him again#tw child grooming mentioned
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can you do one where reader gets in trouble for a school fight? ( reader is John B's younger sister and john b is readers legal guardian)
Paring(s): John B x little sister reader
Genre: kinda angst, fluff
Warning(s): blood, broken nose, fighting, yelling, bullying, swearing
Word bank: Y/N- your name, Y/N/N-your nickname
Notes: thanks for the request and sorry it took so long to be done. And side note the reader is in middle school.
"Routledge!"
"Crap" You mumbled under your breath. Slowly you turned around and plastered a fake smile on your face. "Hey Jessica" you say as nicely as possible. "Yea, I need you to do this homework for me tonight" she says shoving the bunch of papers into your hand.
"I... I can't. I already have loads to do" you say avoiding her devil eyes. "Excuse me? Who do you think your talking to? Homework done tonight or you'll regret it, understood?" She says cracking her knuckles which made you wince slightly.
You quickly nodded and turned to walk away but stopped upon hearing Jessica and her friends snickering. "No wonder her dad left, she's a totally loser" "Yea, she really is. same goes with her brother and he's weirdo friends."
Anger started to boil up in the pit of your stomach. How dare that bitch and her minions talk bad about your family like that? Before you can stop yourself, you turned around again and shouted. "Hey! Shut your dirty whore mouth!"
Everyone in the hallway soon began to go quiet, wanting to see want will happen next. Jessica glared at you almost burning holes into your head. She and her little follower walked towards you, until you and her were face to face with each other. "What did you just say?" She asked dangerously.
"You heard what I said and besides I'm done being your little slave, so do your own homework or are you too dumb for it?" You didn't even know why you just said that knowing you could get your ass kicked but oh god it feel good to say. Laughter and cheering could be heard, as your fellow classmates laughed and cheered that someone was actually standing up to miss queen bee.
"You dirty little slut!" Before you knew It Jessica had jumped on you, as the both of you rolled around on the ground pulling and kicking at each other. Students were yelling "Fight! Fight! Fight!" as teachers tried pulling the two of you away from each other.
~~~~~~~~~
John B was in the kitchen making a sandwich when his phone rang. "Who is it?" JJ asked. "I don't know, some random number probably" John B stared at his phone. "Well, answer it" Kiara pried.
"Hello?" John B answered.
"Hi this is Alex James from Kildare Country Middle School; I'm looking for John B Routledge."
"This is him."
"It says here that you are the legal guardian of Y/n Routledge, correct?"
"Yea. Why what happened? Is she okay?" John B spoke in an almost calm voice.
"Well, this morning, Y/N got into a fight with another student, and we would like for you-" Before he could finish speaking John B cut her off. "What?! Is she okay? Does she need to taken to the hospital??"
"Sir if you would please calm down and let me finish talking. Yes, she is okay just same cuts and bruises nothing that serious, but we do need you to come down to the school."
"Ok, I'll be there soon." John B hang up the phone and before anyone could ask what had happened, he was already out the door.
~~~~~~~~~
You sat in the principal's office. You could see out of the corner of your eye that he was looking at you but you refused to make eye contact and so you just stared at the floor. There was a knock on the door, you looked up to see John B.
"Have a seat Mr. Routledge" Your principal said. You knew he was about to argue with your brother, even though you didn't even start the fight. You just hoped that your brother was in a good mood to where he would defend you, and not agree with the principal.
"You sister, managed to harm a student sending her a trip to the hospital with a broken nose" John B's eyebrows raised, he knew you had to be pissed at her for something or you wouldn't have gotten into a fight.
"Look, Mr. uh.... James. My sister here is a very nice girl, so if she did something like fighting some other student, it's probably them who started it because she would never start a fight" John B explained.
The principal glared at John B before speaking again. "Even so, at this school fighting is not tolerated and I will have to expel Y/N for at least 3 weeks"
"Oh, come on. It wasn't even my fault! Jessica's the one who jumped on me and started to acting like a crazy person!" You retorted. John B turned to look at you and chuckled a little, trying to cover it up with cough. "Ms. Routledge, do you realize who you are speaking to?" Your principal calmy asked.
"Yeah... You're just a person-" You were cut off by your brother slapping his hand over your mouth. "Ok, that's it for you young lady. look, are we done here?"
Your principal signed a long sign before answering. "Yes, you may leave but Ms. Routledge I do want you to write a full 500 letter on how what you did was wrong by the time you come back."
"Yea, yea"
You and John B walked down the empty halls of the school, since it was a little after hours. "So.... am I in trouble? or are you just mad at me?"
John B sighed before knelling down Infront of you. "I'm not mad and you're not in trouble but please don't do this again but..."
"But what?"
"You do have my permission to kick anyone's ass who gives you shit, ok?"
You smiles wide at your brother. "Ok"
~Bouns~
"Wait, Wait, Y/N/N got into a fight?!" Everyone yelled.
"Yea, she did" John B answered calmly, taking a sip out of his beer.
"Well, is she ok?" Pope asked.
"Did she win?" JJ asked, curiously.
"Seriously, JJ that's what your worried about?" Kiarra rolled her eyes.
"Yea, she's fine but I can't say that about the other kid though."
"I knew I taught her well." JJ said proudly.
#fyp#outer banks#jj maybank#john b routledge#x sister reader#kiara carrera#pope heyward#outer banks x reader#john b x sister reader#jj maybank x reader#x reader
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note: Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is a writing exercise! I like writing about silly people!!!!!!!!!! Everyone is really silly here!!!!!!! Drabble requests OK 👌🏼
PAIRING. gojo/reader
SETTING. college au
WARNINGS. vignette-style. friends pining for friends. gojo asking shoko what size her coochie is. general tomfoolery.
SUMMARY. You keep him grounded.
(0.9)
"When we graduate, do you think it'll always be like this?"
The gravel digs up Gojo's ass where you both sit on the sidewalk curb. In the glow of the setting sun, you sip hard on your soda. Cicadas sing a stilted song. "Like what?" He asks.
He watches you shrug. Lately he's noticed a vacancy in your eyes. Like you're looking for something that's right in front of you, but he's too scared to ask you if you're doing okay. You're always stressed.
"I don't want to leave yet," you say simply.
Gojo stretches his legs out. They're too long to bend. He looks at your knees, the rough skin of childhood mishaps. Suddenly, he's reminded that you've lived a long life before meeting each other.
"Don't think about that yet," he mumbles.
You nod, crushing the aluminum in your hand. He wants to sit closer till your shoulders knock, but it's too hot for that. For the rest of night, Gojo will think about how pretty you look in the evening light.
(1)
Ieiri Shoko, in all her astuteness, had a stupid request.
Gojo Satoru, however, was even stupider.
He likes the campus convenience store. The air conditioning blasts high, makes the sweat on his neck more bearable. He decides he’ll grab a packet of popsicles on his way out, then stares forlornly at the problem he faces.
shoko who’s stinky [2:34 PM]: hey while you’re there, buy me two packs of cigarettes?
shoko who’s stinky [2:34 PM]: toss in some pads too.
shoko who’s stinky [2:35 PM]: woke up to a blood bath
It’s easy enough of a request. But now that he stares at the rows of different coloured pads and their packaging, he wonders if he should have asked for more clarification.
While he flounders for a way to politely ask Shoko what the fuck it is she’s asking him for (because he's ready to suggest that she just get a hysterectomy, for god's sake), he feels someone come up next to him.
They don’t take too long to pick a pack. It’s the purple ones, the ones that say 5 at the bottom, and Gojo feels the light flicker on in his head. Of course.
gojo [2:37 PM]: I’m here
gojo [2:37 PM]: so what size pussy you wear 😁
shoko who’s stinky [2:39 PM]: satoru
shoko who’s stinky [2:39 PM]: you need to kill yourself 😁
He cackles. And then the person looks at him, startled by his volume, and Gojo’s about to apologize quickly when instead, he says:
“Oh.”
"Yeah, oh," you retort. "Don't tell me you just asked Shoko how big her pussy is."
Gojo makes a choked noise. "What do you think of me?"
"Don't lie. And your phone brightness is all the way up." All thoughts of you suddenly becoming a mind reader dissipate from his head. He secretly adjusts the brightness when you bend over to look at other choices of pads. "Shoko was right."
"About?"
Promptly, you spin around and throw the pads at him. He shrieks like it hurts. "You not knowing how to talk to girls."
"I know how to talk to girls," he scoffs. "And why the hell are you here?"
Your eyes harden. "My class just finished. And Shoko had a feeling you were going to do something stupid, so she called me to keep an eye on you."
Leave it to Shoko to send reinforcements. He's almost hurt that her faith in him is that low, but he's not complaining. He'll never complain if it's you.
"My guardian angel," Gojo sighs, stars in his eyes.
You stomp on his foot. He yelps, and cries out in anguish when you force him to buy you iced coffee.
(2)
As you walk back along the sidewalk, you complain about the condensation on the cup making your palm wet.
Gojo thinks about how nice the cold would feel if he held your hand.
(3)
Once you drop off the plastic bag of your goodies at Shoko's dorm, you excuse yourself to shower. Gojo stands at her door, unmoving.
Shoko doesn't look at him. "Yes?"
"I hope you step in something wet with your socks on," Gojo announces.
"Eh?"
"I hope you miss your alarm tomorrow morning. I hope you trip on the leg of your chair and bruise your forehead. I hope your cereal gets soggy and tastes like cardboard."
"Hmph." Shoko opens a pack of cigarettes, reaches for one, then decides against it. She got her ass beat by the residency supervisor the last time it smelled like smoke. "You can go now."
"Can't," Gojo says.
"Why?"
"I'm in love with our best friend, and I don't want her to leave for her graduate program, and you have to do something about it because you're smarter than me," he anguishes.
(3.5)
Shoko tells him she can't do anything about it, and that he should still go ahead with killing himself for egregiously insulting her.
(4)
Gojo's bored. He crumples up the sixth love letter he's gotten today from some underclassman, and flicks it at your forehead while you study.
"Suck your mom," you hiss.
"Pay attention to me."
"No."
"I will literally wither into nothing if you don't look at me right now," Gojo seethes.
You look at him. He feels like he's on top of the world.
(5)
You're drunk. But not too drunk, because Gojo knows you hate throwing up, and you're one of the lucky ones that immediately get tipsy off two shots of hard liquor.
Shoko and Utahime sing a lovely ballad about two lovers reuniting after a bad breakup. They play their parts with passion, standing in front of the TV in this cramped karaoke room, and Gojo's taking a video to post on his story when all of a sudden--
"Oof," you sigh, plopping into his lap. "Sorry. 'm made of jello."
"Oh," Gojo chokes. He stops recording when you wrap your arms around his neck, bring his ear down to your mouth. You smell like lemon and perfume.
"I always thought you'd feel more bony." (Gojo instinctively flexes.) "But you're meaty. Hehe. Meeeeeeaty."
He's scared his nose might start bleeding. He wraps his arms around you to stop the shaking in his hands. "That's creepy," he warbles, but truthfully he just had a thought about you biting him and he short-circuits a little bit.
"I like when you hug me," you say. Gojo feels himself fall even deeper.
(6)
He's sitting with you again on the sidewalk curb. This time, he sits closer, and your shoulders knock when you laugh at his joke, and the infinity of space between you lessens by a fraction.
"You look pretty today," he confesses.
You splutter into your soda. Then you smile, and say, "You're not so bad-looking, either," and his mind rushes with a thousand different ways to beg you not to leave, and the gravel is still hard on his ass. All he does is sit there, listening to those cicadas chirping again, wondering if he'll ever be able to forget the way your mouth closes on that soda can, or how you lean your head on his shoulder in the next second.
He'll wait forever for you, he decides, and rests his head on yours, too.
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CAUGHT — Adam Warlock x fem!reader
Summary: Apparently, Adam has no idea of what 'keep it a secret' means. That or he decides to ignore it.
Pairing: Adam x female!guardian!reader.
Warnings: smut, 'secret not-so-secret' relationship, sex in a ship, unprotected sex (pls you use protection!), getting caught after the act.
Word count: 1,107.
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GEN MASTERLIST!
In a normal mission day, you and Adam pretend you don't really know each other. You talk only for the basic stuff, only acting like team mates and nothing else. But when you're alone, things get different.
Just like this time. Nebula and Rocket left both of you alone on the ship in case help is needed meanwhile they explored the unknown planet you landed in. Staying focused on the screen and checking that their signals were okay was difficult once Adam walked toward your figure.
He stood behind you, acting innocent, which you knew he was not as his hand ghosted over your exposed thigh. And yes, this wasn't the best time to wear the skirt uniform.
"Don't act stupid- oh!"
You glared at him. "Would you mind?"
"What?" Adam grinned behind you.
Adam shoved his hand between your legs, making you squeeze his digits that were seeking for your clothed core. You bit back a moan as he rubbed you through your panties.
"Adam, we can't do this right here, you know that," you shakily warned.
"We can't, but I know you want to," he breathed, lips ghosting over your ear. "They are getting far away for now," Adam said, while looking at the signal of the other guardians.
"Do you even know what a secret is-"
A soft moan escaped your lips as his fingers finally rubbed your wet folds inside your panties. You swallowed hard, fighting the own response of your body to Adam's touch. As much as you tried to control yourself, you easily used to give in to him. Adam knew how weak you were for his touch, no matter where you started it, or who did it, it had to finish. And this had to be finished.
You leaned until your back touched his chest, giving room for his other hand to rest around your neck softly as his fingers were still playing with your wet cunt.
"You're not letting me go, right?"
"Not until we're over," he whispered darkly, his lips ghosted over your neck, placing butterfly kisses as he got closer to you, if that was even possible. His suit pants were starting to feel tight and his cock was aching to be inside you.
"Make it quick then," you ordered.
Adam rapidly hiked your skirt up and made you lean down, so you supported yourself with your hands on the controls of the ship, careful of not moving anything. You managed to see the signals on the screen as your boyfriend explored your hips and ass with his big, strong hands.
He pulled your now soaked panties down in a swift movement, until they fell at your feet. His fingers soon returned to rub your folds and your clit, earning soft moans from your lips. You bucked your hips, feeling two of his digits stretching you out, your warm walls welcomed him and you ached for more as seconds passed by.
"Fuck," you hissed.
Adam teased your entrance, pulling in and out his fingers in a slow, killing pace and you whimpered.
"C'mon, we don't have all day!"
He chuckled softly and pulled out his fingers, until he undid his pants and released his dick, ready to fill you up. "So needy," he mumbled, before positioning behind you.
"Fuck me now!" you ordered, his smile grew wider.
He rubbed his tip on your folds before filling you up inch by inch, until he was burried inside you completely. The jerk of your hips told that you were more than ready, Adam started a desperate but deep rhythm, his hands grabbing your hips to meet his flesh.
Adam's attention focused on how his cock disappeared inside your pussy. Your soft, breathy moans filled the place, along with the sound of your smacking flesh. He grunted, feeling your walls squeezing him repeatedly.
"Shit, I'm so close," you moaned.
Adam leaned down to kiss your neck. "Baby, we barely started."
With eyes shut, you started to feel breathless as a familiar knot grew up down your core, and that was all that mattered right now. You just wanted to cum right there. His hard grip on your hips helped you to meet his skin. And dear god, he was so good at fucking you in situations like this. Knowing you were not really alone for a long time, you had to finish quickly and he was more than willing to give you what you wanted.
He felt himself close to the edge, with hips stuttering, and his muscles starting to tense. His grip on your skin surely would leave marks for a couple of days as he rutted into you harder, trying to reach his own climax.
You tried to hold back for a couple of minutes that felt like eternity, but soon you came around his dick with a loud whimper and legs shaking. Adam groaned at the tight feeling, your release forcing his own orgasm to explode and filling you up completely. Your hips still bucking to create more friction as both of you came down from your highs.
Adam pulled out before he helped you to turn around, he pressed your lips together in a hard, wet kiss. His hands still roaming on your body, touching and caressing your thighs, ass and hips, until he fixed your skirt.
"Your dick is still out," you whispered against his swollen lips, doing his pants.
"Thanks, love," he bent down to pull your panties up, he pecked your lips again once he was face to face with you. "I love you."
You beamed. "I love you too, but I really should get back to this- where is their energy signal?"
The screen was not showing any sign of Nebula or Rocket. Well, you were fucked. In more than one way, in fact. You were going to report to the Knowhere base, however the doors opened, getting yours and Adam's attention.
Nebula walked in with Rocket behind, only to stop right after. A bunch of stuff and metal cases were in their hands.
"This room smells like sex," she fumed.
Rocket bursted into laughter. "I told you they were screwing up! Congrats, lovebirds! Now you'll clean this ship when we get to Knowhere, and yes, we're totally fine, thanks," he said, walking to the captain seat.
"We're sorry," you apologized, feeling a little embarrased that they found out in this way. "Adam will clean up."
Adam complained. "Why me?!"
"We'll talk about this later, we should go now."
"Yes, we better leave," Nebula agreed.
You bet they would not leave you alone or stop their teasing the whole trip back home.
#adam warlock x reader#adam warlock x female reader#adam warlock x you#adam warlock imagines#adam warlock imagine#adam warlock x y/n#adam warlock#guardians of the galaxy vol 3#marvel imagines#adam warlock smut#marvel smut
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≡ cockwarming | geras x gn!reader ༉‧₊˚✧
tw ➤ nsfw, cockwarming, slight belly buldge, size difference, soft dom geras
a/n: I can't be the only one who finds Geras attractive. He's just so large and yummy to look at :)
❥・*。You had no idea what Geras was doing, his hands moving around as bits of sand did random formations, but your mind couldn't focus clearly with your body pushed against his chest, your thighs quivering, and hands holding onto the man's forearms.
You'd been sitting here for hours, his cock filling you to the brim. All you could do was sit there and be good for him and he'll give you something in return. At least, that is what the guardian of the hour glass had promised. It seemed that only you were losing your composure, his eyes glued to whatever he was looking at.
"Geras," You whine, shifting your hips to feel even an ounce of stimulation, but his hands had gripped your hips, stilling you.
"You're being impatient." He states, glowing eyes piercing down at you. "Be good."
You whine again. "Please, I want you to fuck me already."
Geras gives you a disapproving look and doesn't give you the response you so badly craved, his hands giving your thighs a quick squeeze for warning before attending back to his guardian work.
You purse your lips, entrance clenching on his length with need. Gera's eyes flicker to you, but continues his work. However, he hid how he was vastly effected by your tightness squeezing his member. Nearly breaking him out of his composed state. He noticed how you decided to lean your head against him with scrunched brows, shaky breathes coming out of your mouth. One of your hands placing itself on the little bump by your stomach. Geras's jaw clenched, feeling your hand apply pressure from the outside. Yet you had done it unintentionally, you were being so good for him- behaving and doing very little complaints.
He believed you deserved some sort of pleasure for warming him for so long. His hands grip your hips once more and he lifts you just so he could sink you down onto him again.
A choked moan comes out of you, caught off guard by the thickness of his cock moving within you. "G-geras!"
"Shhh," He hushes you, hands beginning to move you in a slow up and down pace on his member. "I believe you've been good, so I'll indulge in your needs." He says, moving your body.
All you could do was let out soft moans, his cock dragging inside of you and making you feel so full. You thanked the elder gods for this moment, the way he was able to make you feel so filled and needy.
His hand guided you, but it was more as if he was handling your body like a ragdoll, the sheer size difference between you two evident in the way his hands practically engulfed your hips and cock making itself known from your abdomen.
"You're perfect, I'd spend an infinity with you." He says lovingly, one of his hands reaching up to embrace the back of your head. His movements never ceasing. He was thrusting up into you just right, a sensual, but deep pace. Geras was heavily aware of the size difference and treated you with utmost care, worried that he'd harm you if not careful.
"Please, I'm so close." You moan, eyes pleading to him.
Geras smiles softly, quickening his pace as he bounced you on his dick. He knew you were close with the way your aching walls clenched around him.
Finally he felt your body shudder, a mixture of small curses and moans of his name reaching his ears. Geras comforts you, brushing your back and whispering soft praises.
You tiredly look up at him. "What about you? You didn't finish Geras."
He pulls you into him, letting you rest against his chest. "Rest first, I am okay with waiting for the next time. You forget, all I have is time my love."
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do you have a quick link to information about Brokenstar, Runningnose, and Skypelt? I'm curious about the story behind Runny's acorn necklace and I want to read about Brokenstar becoming SkyClan's guardian, and how he was able to follow Firestar/help him restore SkyClan. i've been having a hard time finding it
I need to finish (or at least *reasonably complete*) the SE where Fire and Broken go to resurrect SkyClan. That is called Firestar's Quietus. Brokenstar's origin, which completely replaces Yellowfang's Secret, is called Brokenstar's Cataclysm and that's another one I need to complete.
The exact story has undergone a lot of revision SO I'm gonna take a quick break to try and compile some Best Hits of BB!Runningnose's and BB!Brokenstar's dynamic to get you up to speed, and make a definitive list of what's currently canon to Better Bones
And, because this is DEFINITELY the change that raises the most eyebrows and it's a good opportunity to make an intro,
"Elder Bones, what's all this I hear about your Not-Totally-Evil Brokenstar?"
He's still evil lmao, but he's not BORN evil in BB. NO ONE is.
BB is a story about culture. It's about a lot of things, family, anti-authoritarianism, xenophobia... but at its core, Better Bones is about how people impact culture, and how it acts on people.
Something I realized early in this process is that Canon Brokenstar, who is a born-evil punishment for SkyClan's exile (this is CANON, go re-read Yellowfang's Secret if you don't remember!), only made worse by abuse and enabling, does not effectively tell a story about culture.
Depending on your reading, Canon!Brokenstar is either a cosmic horror story or one about abuse. Could Yellowfang have saved him (and ShadowClan) with love? The book implies no, it was his destiny, just the medcat den was hers.
But looking at Canon!Lizardfang who let him get bullied*, and Canon!Raggedpelt who enabled him every step of the way as Sagewhisker held Yellowfang back, you could also read it as someone who was treated so horribly that he did horrible things to others. That he wanted respect and this is how he got it
So, okay, you could read that it's the fault of this bad woman, bullying, and this overly permissive dad that he became a baby killer. Problem solved?
HOWEVER... the Erins also refuse to actually write about people who unironically love his philosophy, because they don't want Brokenstar to be systemic. Blackfoot, the posterboy for a Broken-supporter, gets to reckon with how sad his childhood was and how he was only ever a mislead kitty who Truly Loved His Clan, as opposed to Brokenstar, who was Born Evil And Did Not Truly Love His Clan.
Blackstar's greatest flaw wasn't xenophobia, or hatred. He wasn't groomed by a society that glorifies violence and pushes a might-makes-right mentality. He just followed The Bad Person. With the death of The Bad People, society is fine :)
This is a recurring dichotomy. Leopardstar was good all along, Tigerstar was bad all along, Needletail was good all along, Darktail was bad all along. The Erins are not telling a story about how Clan Culture produces villains, or how it makes good people do terrible things, they tell stories about treacherous Evil People who always had a seed of badness inside of them.
-Onestar's Confession, Page 704
This is their guiding philosophy, and it's what Better Bones sets out to reject.
So, Brokenstar.
I realized while drawing him this one time that I was making him look too much like Tigerstar. Charismatic and puffed up, ready to twist the code to fit his own ends. Then it hit me-- why am I telling the same story twice?
BB!Tigerstar is the inheritor of Thistle Law, apprentice of Thistleclaw, with a backstory where he was a lonely, abused child and seeks respect to fill that hole. He's getting all sorts of reduxes to explore him, and the way that violent ideologies recruit (and prey on) angry and lonely people. Why should I just... have two Tigerstars, but one of them is explored less?
AND, I would waste the fascinating idea that Brokenstar is a manifested curse. Why remove something so cool, when instead, I could lean into that...? Then I started to realize...
Why didn't they ever connect Brokenstar to the resurrection of SkyClan, if he is this manifested curse?
So, enough preamble. Come below the cut and I'll tell you about the story in Better Bones so far...
BB!Brokenstar is not born evil. He is born angry.
He was ALWAYS going to happen. His birth, his ambition, and his fury were inevitable.
This is a curse that was laid generations ago, at the end of Ripplestar's Rot.
The last-ditch attempt to save SkyClan was literally crushed by StarClan itself, blasting the base of the blighted 5th Tree of Fivetrees and sending it toppling down to smite Ripplestar.
That tree was the symbol of SkyClan and their place in the forest. All the love, comfort, and memories that they had ever put into that oak had a power of their own-- and they took form on that night.
Brokenstar is not the only "entity" of this type. Star Flower, eons ago, was another. BB contains many new types of entities beyond, and even adjacent to StarClan. Gods, curses, guardians, other religions of equal standing...
But he needed to be born to someone. In return for Dawnstar's kindness, taking in Cloudstar's young children (Re: Ripplestar's Rot), ShadowClan would be the eye of the storm.
And it would be a Cleric who bore him, just like Larkstripe, who had been cruelly separated from her only kitten.
Yellowfang, Shroompelt at the time, this was before her Dishonor Title, saw when he was born that he was furious. She'd never seen a newborn look so angry.
In Brokenstar's Cataclysm, she only gets the opening chapter. It's enough to establish how Sagewhisker pressured her into the role, the lengths she went to in order to keep this secret, the reason for his name despite it not matching his tail.
NOTE: Brokentail's name, Kanochswash, means Broken-in-half-tail. He has two breaks in his tail, making three segments. It matches the way the oak was broken, once at the base, again against the rock, but it is actually obvious in Clanmew that his name does not refer to his tail.
Or, it's obvious to Lizardstripe at least... who is VERY different in BB. Old followers will know, she is a very loyal friend of Bluestar herself, and a member of her inter-Clan friendgroup, the Forget-Me-Nots.
She really doesn't want to be in this situation, doesn't LIKE being a mother, and Mudfoot is unhelpful... but she's the most perceptive of the Forget-Me-Nots. She hears that name, sees Shroompelt's distant eyes, and it clicks. She sometimes looks for things to complain about so Shroompelt has an excuse to stay in the den for a while.
But Lizardstripe is not raising Brokenkit. Raggedstar is. Raggedstar is Brokenkit's Mi, and Raggedstar alone. He's pointedly adamant about that, and as soon as Brokenkit doesn't need round-the-clock suckling, he started sleeping in the Leader's Den with dad.
Unfortunately, being the golden child of the leader did not pair nicely with Brokenkit's short fuse.
And he made a little friend.
What first drew Runningkit to Brokenkit was that he was very large. Runningkit LOVED pissing off one of his siblings, and then hiding behind his bestie who was younger than them but already as big as a stump.
When Lizardstripe tried to do anything about this, Raggedstar would get pissed off at her, insisting that his son needed to be with his friends.
Together, the two of them learned they could do whatever they wanted, as long as they stuck together. With Runny's brain and Broken's brawn, they weren't even a year old and already unstoppable.
And their idea of "unstoppable" was... mostly getting seconds when they'd already eaten and pushing against the horrors of bedtime. Sneaking out and collecting acorns. Being allowed to practice with the warriors.
Even better, since being the leader's kitten meant everyone tended to be extra nice to Broken to butter up to Ragged.
If they got what they wanted, they were sweet to adults. But from watching her son, and from being friends with Lizardstripe, Shroompelt knew that they could be vicious when they wanted to be.
And from a young age, Brokenkit knew that he needed to become Brokenstar... and Runningkit promised he'd get him there.
You might be noticing something.
Brokenstar was always loved, very, very much.
Spoiled? Absolutely. A little bully? You bet.
Not yet more than the sort of things angry, spoiled kids get up to.
The point I'm meticulously building here is that BB!Brokenstar WAS LOVED, and he loved in turn.
It won't stop what is about to happen.
Brokenkit was only a few months old when his father became leader, after Cedarstar was killed in the war with WindClan. Heatherstar wanted the Mothermouth Moorland; a floodplain just beyond the Carrionplace, which grows flax and many other medicinal flowers.
It was something the two clans had fought over before, that IS the code's Right of Challenge, but Heatherstar wanted all of it. She'd even killed the practice of tunneling to dedicate all of her forces to take it.
If you are not strong enough to keep something, you do not deserve to have it. This is what the Code says.
And strength is what Brokenkit quickly learned.
Taking extra bowls of food means nothing in the fall when the prey grows fat, but ShadowClan's marsh freezes fast.
You can't whine up a second bowl when not everyone even got a first.
Do you defend your territory? Or focus on survival? When the challenges are frequent, you have to go without eating to defend them.
And yes, you're hungry, but it's for a reason.
Brokenkit wasn't out of kithood when he saw his first death, because people were already dying before he was born.
In skirmishes, in hunting accidents, to infection because they didn't have enough herbs. Starvation in winter.
From a very young age, he was taught this is the way of Clans, and this is because of WindClan.
And his ambition to become deputy only became stronger. Runningpaw hatched a plan to get into the Cleric den, against Shroompelt's will.
Brokenpaw got into fights at Gatherings over ShadowClan's honor, enthusiastically bowled into battle against WindClan raids, became Raggedstar's best little rat hunter.
And he saw clanmates he loved dying.
Over many years, through his warriorhood, into his deputyship.
Cloudpelt, Foxheart, Toadskip, Nutwhisker. Lizardstripe was killed during an event called Heatherstar's Last Stand, her neck snapped by the WindClan warrior Flytail.
Heatherstar died, and her much more reasonable and peaceful deputy, Tallstar... continued to keep the Moorland she won.
ShadowClan went through that last winter, again trying to win their land back, but beaten so hard they couldn't mount a resistance. More cats collapsed in the snow, Mudfoot was one of them.
WindClan won. The land was theirs now. Out of his magnanimity, Tallstar reached out to Raggedstar and made him an unprecedented offer. He would give him a tax of rabbits, for peace. ShadowClan would stop attacking, and formally acknowledge that WindClan was the victor of the war.
A peace deal, a surrender.
Tallstar didn't have to do that. If his Clan won, it was his land in the eyes of StarClan. He had no obligation to reach out in this way, and Raggedstar acknowledged that.
But it made Brokentail SICK.
He couldn't believe that Raggedstar was going to buy this, let WindClan keep THEIR LAND and just send them back some of their own rabbits. What happens next?? What if WindClan decides to come further south, what then? What will Tallstar ask for next? What price will his warriors pay for the blood they spilled?
And this is the moment that Brokentail kills his father. On his last life, frail and weak after an entire life of fighting, he decided that the last kindness he could give him was a quick death, preventing him from taking that deal.
Runningnose sprang into action as soon as he'd been told about it; helping him to cover up the murder.
And together, they turned to TOTAL war.
Once, as an apprentice, Brokenstar recalled the words of a warrior at a Gathering. A parable of thistles-- how they don't care what attacks them. They don't hold back. How they will choke out the whole field who they can thrive.
Is that not the conclusion of Might Makes Right? If you can, you must, before they do it to you.
An apprentice becomes a warrior-- stop that from happening.
Don't let your enemies escape to fight again-- kill them when you have the chance.
Their herb stores are just as limited as yours-- dwindle them with infection and poison.
WindClan Must Pay, every single one of them. All the Clans are tomorrow's rivals, they have to go too.
Everything is for ShadowClan, and he was LOVED for it.
well.... by many.
This is about Brokenstar and Runningnose, but I must mention that there's also a lot of people who oppose him. Who realize this as evil. Nightpelt, Cinderfur, Deerfoot, Dawncloud and Stumptail are some of them.
And, importantly, Shroompelt was one of them. Whenever she learned of some code-breaking thing they'd done, she would make waves about it.
The word of a Cleric has an immense amount of weight, and it prevented Brokenstar from ending this war once and for all.
So Runningnose, as always, constructed a plan. Brokenstar decided it was a sacrifice that must be made.
Marigoldkit and Mintkit (kits of Rowanberry and Clawface) were in the Cleric's den for an infection.
Marigoldkit was a blind girl, and very fussy about taking her medicine.
Shroompelt would serve it to her in a berry capsule, either knout or rasp, a naturally red berry one.
Runningnose simply swapped her medicine with yew, and made sure that Mintkit was able to witness his sister being fed red berries over many days.
When Marigoldkit died, Mintkit was a distraught child who could only communicate that Shroompelt fed her "Red Berries," like the ones he'd been taught to stay away from.
Shroompelt IMMEDIATELY turned on Runningnose, accusing him of killing a blind kitten.
And he turned it on her. She'd fallen right into his trap. "You did this! You've been wanting us to stop fighting WindClan, and now you've stooped so low that you're trying to get rid of StarClan's only other messenger! You've killed your own nespring!"
Many cats of ShadowClan had completely lost patience with her before this, and were now shocked to see that she'd do such a thing. While some suspected the truth, in the end, Brokenstar's word is law.
And his law was that he would show mercy on an ex-Clanmate. But from here on, her name was Yellowfang, so that the world may be forewarned that StarClan rotted her teeth from so many lies as she walked in exile.
Brokenstar's Cataclysm ends on the WindClan Massacre. A bloody event where well over a dozen cats are slaughtered, and Brokenstar resurrects an ancient practice at the bellowing request of his warriors-- Kitten Stealing.
(The only time BB!Brokenstar uses a child soldier is during this battle, apprenticing Badgerpaw early so that he can participate in the all-out assault.)
With WindClan gone, he turned his sight on the other two. The Clans were cursed to die as they lived-- overpowered by a stronger, more bloodthirsty tyrant, violently driven out just as SkyClan had once been.
From there, the rest is very close to canon. Brokenstar is deposed by a coup, one that NEVER would have succeeded if it wasn't for Bluestar and her apprentice, Firepaw. The Curse is thwarted by change. Cats of different Clans working together in the name of righteousness.
Bluestar could have gone, grabbed the kits, and come back, but she knew that WindClan would never be able to return if Brokenstar was still in power.
This time around, ShadowClan's plague was intentional. Runningnose infected Nightstar on purpose.
He wanted to eliminate a weak leader... and a treacherous rogue who had defied his own.
Collateral damage was acceptable, if it eliminated as many of Nightstar's supporters as possible.
And yet, his brother Deerfoot survived. Sentimentality? Just luck? Who knows.
If Runningnose has any regrets for anything he's done, it's only this. That he cleared out ShadowClan for Tigerstar's rule.
He approved of him at first, interpreted signs to benefit him, even killed for this old ally of Brokenstar...
but Tigerstar's goal was to abolish ShadowClan, and make a TigerClan of his own. Brokenstar never wanted this, and neither did Runningnose.
What Runny really wants, more than anything, is what Brokenstar wants. Destroying WindClan is a bonus, eliminating all of their enemies is anger that they were able to obstruct him. Runningnose thinks he loves power, but what he REALLY loves is his ability to get Brokenstar what he wants.
Everything he's ever done has been in pursuit of that goal. He doesn't care that he'll be going to the Dark Forest in the end, that's where Brokenstar is going to be. Hell is wherever he isn't.
In life, neither one of them knew anything about the curse, or destiny. Brokenstar reconnects with memories in his death.
And he started having dreams of SkyClan, which he communicated to Runningnose through channeling.
I'm working on the full outline of Firestar's Quietus right now so I'm going to be a bit more brief;
Runningnose got Firestar involved on this quest because he's a little goody two shoes. Of COURSE he would agree to help... that's who Firestar is.
He brings him to the moonstone, where a scene similar to canon plays out where StarClan tries to encourage him to go back to his Clan and ignore what he now knows.
And, of course, he tells them to shove it.
Firestar's Quietus is a book about righting wrongs. Brokenstar as a curse means that what he needs, in the end, is peace.
The peace he needs is the knowledge that SkyClan will be saved, and that it will survive.
Runningnose is willing to let him go, in order to get what he needs. He passes off an acorn necklace to Firestar, so that he can channel him with ease on his journey
In this gesture, it becomes real that he will go to an afterlife without him. After all he'd ever done and been through.
So, he hesitates before handing it off, but makes Firestar promise to take good care of it.
On this journey, Brokenstar and Firestar do a lot of bickering about how SkyClan should come back. The sort of values they should have, who should lead it...
But in the end, Brokenstar realizes, they will be something new. They'll choose their own path in life, because that's what it means to be alive.
And his final action is to face The Rats, now supernatural creatures of their own, finally dispelling the threat that faced SkyClan.
Having done his job as a Guardian, he can finally rest. His necklace is buried overlooking the Gorge, returning SkyClan's guardian to them.
Eventually he falls during AVoS, in Darktail's attack, killing several of the kin and their rebels and allowing Leafstar and co a chance to escape.
For more on Skypelt, see this little guide I made on the afterlife locations. Hopefully one day I can clean this up into its own entry.
More stuff to check out (that I found while searching for other posts but are cool and I'm re-sharing);
Jaggedtooth isn't a villain anymore
"What's your favorite ShadowClan-adjacent change?"
First post I made on Tigerstar's Paws
Brokenstar's two honor-kits, Littlecloud and Rowanclaw
On curses and anger
"What does Runningnose think of the other TPB Clerics?" Hates em!
A rundown on all ShadowClan leaders post-Ripplestar
Cedarstar sketch
First post on StarClan Technicality Brokenstar lmao
IN-DEPTH QUESTIONS ABOUT SKYPELT
Some specifics on the religion/entity/magic mechanics in BB
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JAYJAY I HAVE THIS CUTE IDEA THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE
OKAY OKAY….imagine going on a road trip with enha! I THINK IT WOULD BE SO CUTE ESPECIALLY WITH JAKE AND NIKI AAAAHAHEHHDJDDJJ HEHEHEHHEEHHHEHEHEH👹👹👹
Enhypen Headcanons- Road-trip!
HELLLO MY DEAR IT HAS BEEN A CRAZY COUPLE OF DAYS BUT I AM ON IN RN!!!! IM GONNA DO THESE AS LIKE HEADCANONS <3 edit- IM SO sorry this took awhile. i had a ton of birthday stuff and then my friends stayed like the entire weekend. I LITERALLY FINISHED THIS WHILE THEYRE SLEEPING EVEN THO WE HAVE CHURCH TOMORROW ITS LIKE 2:30 AM!
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JUNGWON-
Jay def put him in charge of music mainly because Riki kept playing something INSANE LIKE ASMR ON THE AUX. Jungwon probably plays really nice classical music that makes everyone fall asleep but then will randomly play screamo too so he scares everyone. He lets everyone choose a song though!
DEF ASKS TO GO PEE EVERY 20 MILES
HE SITS RIGHT BEHIND JAY!
His song choice is No More Dream by bts
HEESEUNG-
I think be brings up like "lets play ispy!!!" then looked at like Jay like "i spy a grumpy pants!" Just to mess with him while he's driving. Other than that he is the snack keeper. He is in the passengers seat and the snacks are by his feet so no one hogs snacks. One time though Heeseung wanted to mess with Jake by playing tug of war with the bag of chips and you can imagine how that ended.
Heeseung's song choice is You got a friend in me by Randy Newman
JAY-
HE IS DRIVING. He gives driving vibes yaknow?? He is def a safe driver too, like he isn't driving like a maniac. He always has his blinker on too early and he is driving the speed limit. Can you imagine Jay backing up the car.... ANYWAYS-
He has def turned the music off to focus when the car gets tense too
Jay's song choice is Mr. Brightside by the Killers or he will just turn on like the oldies radio.
JAKE-
He is somewhere in the middle of the van, I also think he gets carsick so bad. Whenever Riki wants him to look at something on his phone if its longer than a quick glance Jake NEEDS to look out the window, otherwise those chips he ate off the floor bc of Heeseung are coming up to land on the floor again. Other than that he loves to sing a long to songs <3
He would probably play the anything off the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack!
SUNGHOON-
HE HAS THE COOLER W THE DRINKS ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK! They have tea, soda, water, everything. He wanted the seat all the way in the back for this reason. And because Sunoo is just on his phone the entire time.
Sunghoon has def accidentally smacked Jake in the head with those sodas that are encased in glass. BY ACCIDENT.
He also eats the ice from the cooler....
Sunghoon would play like old songs from I-Land and then be like "remember when so and so did this??" Just to add drama in the car.
SUNOO-
On his phone the entire time!!! Next to Sunghoon in the back. He has his headphones in and he is playing a game. Sunoo is very quiet and just does his own thing! Only looks up when he gets a tincy motion sick or when he sleeps <3
He brought his own snacks. SUNOO DOESNT TRUST ANYONE NOT TO EAT THE FOOD W HIS NAME ON IT.
"Riki just pick my song for me I am not listening."
NI-KI-
"Dude if you throw up, puke on Jungwon..."
VOMIT INSTIGATOR
He also ended up right in the middle of the car which is really dumb because of how tall he is. mf is literally blocking the rear-view mirror.
Riki also purposely will take longer to use the bathroom because before he left he sprayed a TON of axe in the car just to mess w people more. He likes when the windows are rolled down so it works out for him.
He probably plays the MOST insane shit ever, like cbat or like REALLY old meme songs JUST to get on everyones nerves. LIKE THE RAINING TACOS SONG
"Um I get two songs... Sunoo gave me his choice <3"
THIS WHOLE CAR IS JUST A MESS!
#enhypen imagines#enha imagines#jungwon#yang jungwon#yang jungwon imagines#lee heeseung#heeseung#lee heeseung imagines#jay park#enha park jongseung#jay park imagines#jake sim#jake sim imagines#sim jaeyun#park sunghoon#sunghoon#sunghoon imagines#kim sunoo#sunoo imagines#nishimura riki#nishimura riki imagines#kpop#kpop imagines#enhypen#enhypen sunoo#enhypen jake#enhypen scenarios
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Desperate times, desperate measures | Ch. 2: Till death do us part
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!writer!reader (Most of the times, she will be called Page)
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: mentions of death, angst, Jake and Page fight for the first time, and the wedding-
A/N: THANK YOU ALL FOR ALL THE COMMENTS AND FEEDBACK I'M GETTING FROM Y'ALL. It's absolutely wonderful to see the amount of love i get from you guys, i love you all so much.
It's okay if you like it and all, but please... a comment is also welcomed and if you reblog it? I'll kiss you on the forehead.
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When the lawyer leaves the room, you remember that there’s someone important that you haven’t called and who will be suffering as much as you when she knows that Anne is dead.
But so many things happened yesterday that you completely forgot to call your other best friend.
“Heeeeeeey, how’s my favorite writer doing?” Gabby says, and the background noises make you guess that she is at a Starbucks at the moment.
“Gabrielle, can you go to a quieter place?” You tell her, sitting down and bracing yourself for what’s about to happen.
“Holy shit, that serious? Okay, okay, let me go to my car.” It only takes her a few seconds, but it feels like a lifetime. “Okay, in the car already. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Luke and Anne got into a car accident yesterday, they died, and they wanted me and Jake to be Emma’s legal guardians in case something happened to them, but Jake’s work is really dangerous, and I’m ‘too young’ to be a single mother, so the only way we can get Emma’s custody is by getting married, and I can’t get married to fucking Hangman, Gabby, I can’t!” You let it all out before you even realize that you’re just rambling and rambling, and that probably Gabby hasn’t understood a thing and she’s going to freak out.
“Luke and Anne are… dead?”
“Yeah… they’re gone.”
She starts sobbing, and you want to punch yourself for the way in which you delivered the news. “Send me your location, I’ll go get you.”
“Don’t worry, Matt is here with me. I’ll go to your house.”
“I’m… I’m staying at Anne’s.” You clarify, wincing when you hear her swearing with a shaky breath.
“Of course you are, Emma needs all the stuff that’s in that house. I’ll see you in 20.”
Just wait until she finds out that you two cannot get Emma from CPS until you accept to be her legal guardians... and you can only do that when you get married.
“....And Hangman just went to get a marriage license because apparently it's faster and easier if you’re a member of the military.” You finish the story, watching how Gabs' knuckles tighten when she grabs the mug with force.
“Man, life couldn’t get more complicated even if it tried.” She sighs, wiping her face with a tissue. “How are you holding up? We all were best friends, but you’ve known her all your life, honey… And now you have to take her place, and raise her daughter.”
You nod, eyes unfocused as you drift away, remembering a conversation from a few weeks ago, in which you told Anne that you ‘envied the life she had’. A life that now was yours.
Yesterday, when you woke up, you were a single writer who had just published a new novel. You had good friends, you had a good life, a good house, a good car. It was everything you ever wanted, and you worked so damn hard to make it happen.
When you wake up tomorrow, you are going to be a married woman and a mother. You’re going to have to give up your car and your house. You’re going to have to reschedule all your promotions and the release of your new book. It’s going to take a few months before you settle down and manage to find time for yourself and time to write again.
How much can a life change in one day, huh.
“With a man I hate. This feels like shitty fanfiction written by a teenager.” You scoff, letting your head hit the back of the sofa while you close your eyes.
“Honey, you started with shitty fanfiction written as a teenager.” Gabby says, making you chuckle.
“I hope that nobody ever finds them.”
The main door opens, and you see Jake, followed by all the members of his squad. “Hey, Gabby.” He greets your friend.
Gabby only answers with a nod, turning her head towards the rest of the aviators, noticing that Nat is between them. Gabby may or may not have a tiny crush on her. But she knows that this is not the time to be a teenager with a crush.
“You got the license?” You ask Jake when he sits next to you, taking a deep breath and nodding.
“Yeah, it was easy. I called the squad to act as witnesses; I thought Gabby was in Texas working on her next movie.”
“We’re switching locations, and they gave me a few days off. I have to call them and let them know that I have to attend a service.” She grabs her phone and goes to the kitchen, probably to call her agent.
Sometimes you forget that you met Gabby a few years ago, when one of your first books was turned into a movie, and you went to the studio every day to help Anne, who was the director. Gabby was cast as the main actress, and soon the three of you turned into the bestest friends.
Gabby and Anne were always ready to listen to your craziest ideas and plots for upcoming books, even if that meant staying up until 3 AM and chatting on a video call. Anne used to prepare her pitches with you and Gabby, so it was perfect whenever she had to meet the producers or studio executives. Gabby prepared her scripts with you two, getting ready for her next audition.
It was the perfect team. You wrote. Gabby performed. Anne directed.
The three of you were preparing to work together soon, as you had written your first screenplay not long ago. Anne insisted on you giving it a try, because your books ‘felt like movies most of the time, so it’s not that different’. And you did, finding that it was funny and really entertaining. Auditions are being made at the moment, and the only thing you know is that Gabby was the hilarious best friend of the main character.
It made you sad, though. The amount of times she had performed that role over the years... And even after she won not only a Grammy but was nominated for another one! Why is she still getting these roles? Gabby said that, in this film, she felt more connected to that character than to the main one, so she was not mad about it.
But you’re getting tired of Hollywood’s hypocrite ass. They always talk about inclusivity and giving more opportunities to other actors, but you don’t usually see a black actress in the main role of a big movie. That’s Hollywood for you.
“I guess we’re going to the courthouse now.” You question, observing as all the members of the squad, some of whom you can consider friends but others whom you don’t know as well, are standing in their dress uniforms.
“In a bit.” Jake clears his throat. “Look, we only have to pretend until the caseworker approves us. Then it’s all over.”
“Oh, so you want me to get a divorce as soon as we get a seal of approval?” You retort, turning your body in his direction.
“What, you want to be my wife?” He scoffs, looking at Javy, who is shaking his head, as if he was telling him to stop with the jokes.
Jake should listen to Javy sometimes.
“I’m a public figure, Jake. Once I get married, everybody will know! And if I get a divorce in three months, right after CPS gives us their blessing, people will know too!”
“What do you mean? Do I have to play the doting husband for the rest of my life?” He raises his voice, and you can see from the corner of your eye how Rooster takes a step in your direction, but Bob and Payback stop him.
“This was your idea, Jake. Don’t yell at me.”
“Then tell me, what was I supposed to do? Let a bunch of strangers take my goddaughter away?” You can see the unshed tears in his bloodshot eyes. He had been crying, too. Probably even more than you and Gabby.
There’s a different level of connection between people who risk their lives together. It’s unsimilar to everything you've seen. The stronger the connection, the bigger the loss.
“I think that you took the only option we had. But we’re gonna have to fake being in a marriage for longer than you initially thought.” You get up from the sofa, moving to the kitchen, only pausing midway when he asks his next question.
“How long?”
How long? Well, that’s a good question. Long enough for them not to suspect. Long enough so they forget about you two.
How long is that?
“A year.” You proclaim, feeling as if your words echo all over the house.
“Do you have any cute dresses in your suitcase?” Gabby says, rummaging through the small suitcase you packed for the three days you were supposed to stay away from the city.
“No, I don’t have anything appropriate for a fake wedding.” You groan, sitting on the bed.
“Maybe we can go buy something before we get to the courthouse?”
“I don’t think we have time for that, Gabs.”
A soft knock on the door makes you tear your gaze away from your friend, waiting for the newcomer. Nat’s head pops up from the other side, eyes closed. “Are you girls visible?”
“Yeah, we’re trying to find a dress.” Gabby says, checking her reflection in the mirror before Nat opens her eyes.
Rolling your eyes, you see that the pilot has a bag in her hands. “What’s that?”
“On my way here,” Nat starts, walking into the room and handing you the bag. “I thought that maybe you didn’t have anything to wear. So I bought you this.”
You get the dress out of the bag. It has a vintage air to it, and it’s white. The skirt stops over the ankles. It’s the kind of wedding dress that was used for civil weddings. Just like yours.
“It’s beautiful, Nat. Thank you. You didn’t have to.” You hug her, trying to understand how a beautiful soul like hers is friends with Jake.
“Me and Bob will take you to the courthouse. Take as much time as you need.” She nods in Gabby’s direction and leaves the room.
You start crying as soon as you realize that your best friend will not be attending your wedding.
The ceremony isn’t long, and you’re grateful for that. Because you’re not sure how much time you can hold Jake’s hands on yours, while faking to be madly in love. Jake plays the part like a champ, even telling the officiant that he didn’t want to rush this wedding, but he’s going to be deployed soon and wants to marry the love of his life before he has to leave for a few months.
It takes all your strength not to take off your high-heels and throw them at his head. But the shoes are Anne’s, and you don’t want to damage them. It’s something borrowed. The sapphire earrings are an heirloom given to you by your grandma. It’s something old, and something blue. And the dress, bought for you by Nat, is something new.
You didn’t care about these small traditions because this wedding wasn’t real, but if you’re going to be married to this idiot for a year, at least you’re going to do it right.
“The future promises many happy days ahead,” says the officiant, making you take a deep breath to avoid laughing at his face. No, there are no happy days ahead for you. “filled with unique opportunities, adventures, and challenges. It is through trust, love, and the unfailing support of each other that you will meet these inevitable ups and downs.”
You and Jake look at each other, feeling the weight of the words on your shoulders. There will be adventures and challenges, and as much as you hate to admit it, the only way you are going to survive this year, is by supporting each other.
“Do you, Jacob Seresin, take Y/n L/n to be your spouse and to live together as partners, to treat them her love and respect, and to build a marriage that grows stronger and more loving as time passes?”
Jake doesn’t even blink when he answers. “Yes, I do.”
“And do you, Y/n L/n, take Jacob Seresin to be your spouse and to live together as partners, to treat him with love and respect, and to build a marriage that grows stronger and more loving as time passes?” The officiant repeats the same words, but they don’t feel as the ones he said to Jake. They feel heavy. Like a doom.
“Yes, I do.”
“The wedding ring represents the promises and potential of marriage. It has no beginning and no end, and is a timeless symbol of the love and commitment you have pledged. As you wear your ring, let it remind you of the love you feel here today.”
Love. The only thing that you don’t feel towards your soon-to-be husband.
“Jacob, place the ring on Y/n’s finger and repeat after me.”
Javy gives Jake the ring, that is soon placed on your finger. It’s cold. A coldness that burns your skin.
I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and devotion, as we join our lives together, today, tomorrow, and for as long as our love shall last.
Those are the words that Jake and you have to repeat, each of them damaging your soul and leaving behind small crecives that you hope time can heal.
The officiant’s next words make you cry, but he believes that you’re just an ‘emotional bride’.
True marriage is more than just a ceremony or a piece of paper – it is a lasting bond that joins two lives and two hearts.
You don’t want him near your heart.
Marriage is love.
You don’t love him.
Companionship.
He will spend most of his time away.
Trust.
You don’t trust him.
And Respect.
The only thing you respect is his job and his dedication to Emma.
May you always find strength in each other, laugh with each other, and find safety and comfort in each other’s words and company.
What strength? What laugh?
May you celebrate many joyful seasons together, support each other when days are difficult, and continue to learn and grow closer together with each passing year.
Only four seasons with him. Nothing more.
“You may kiss!”
And when he kisses you, Jake doesn’t know if the saltiness in his lips is because of his tears or yours.
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Can’t Breathe In
(SO. What if, way back during Infinity War, the group on Titan fighting Thanos managed to get the gauntlet away from him? Say, for example, Peter yoinks just a tad harder at the right moment, pulling it and the four already-retrieved Stones off. There’s still the problem of keeping them away from the purple bastard, so Strange opens up a portal back to Earth, tosses the kid, the gauntlet, and the Eye of Agamotto through for good measure, before he and Tony and the Guardians do their level best to put Thanos down for good.
One thing leads to another, all roads converge in Wakanda, and there ends up being a knock-down drag-out free-for-all fight between the present Avengers and the remaining Children of Thanos for six Infinity Stones in one room (Shuri having just enough time to cut Vision free of the Mind Stone before shit hits the fan).
Stuff is exploding, containers are breaking, half a dozen all-powerful artifacts tied to the foundations of Existence are flying through the air, and a certain Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Doofus manages to grab two at once.
Things get... interesting, after that.)
---
Peter is so screwed.
Even if he survives, even if he manages to change enough things to save the day for everybody else, he is so screwed, because he did the one thing Doctor Strange explicitly said not to and at this point it’s definitely going to kill him.
Just. Slowly. Because that’s Parker Luck for you.
Panting through the pain, Peter manages to finish scrawling out the last of his future-notes, doubled up at the very bottom of the page. Then he promptly drops the pencil and grasps at his head, whining faintly.
Some of it’s definitely a residual after-effect of accidentally grabbing two Infinity Stones at once and super accidentally activating them. The rest is a miserable combination of adjusting to no longer having his powers, adjusting to once again having asthma, and of course the bout of bronchitis his thirteen year old body happened to be dealing with when Peter’s sixteen year old mind got dropped into it.
Zero out of five stars, do not recommend.
A hand knocks on his bedroom door, and Peter barely bites back an instinctive whimper. “Y-yeah?”
“You okay in there, kiddo?”
And there’s the other thing. Ben is still alive.
Ben is alive, May isn’t a widow, and Peter really needs to make sure they both stay that way.
But he also needs to warn Mister Stark about everything that’s coming.
“I- I guess,” Peter says miserably, and it’s enough to make his uncle open the door and step inside. The kid’s heart stutters just at the sight of him: familiar concerned expression, rumpled well-worn clothes, brown hair that’s only just started to turn gray around the ears.
“Well, you must be feeling a little better, at least,” Ben mutters, glancing between Peter at his desk and the abandoned bed. “I’m ducking out to run a couple errands, kiddo, shouldn’t be gone too long. Want anything?”
He takes as deep a breath as he can manage at the moment. “Actually- yeah. Could you drop off a letter for me?”
Ben raises an eyebrow, mouth quirking up a little at one corner. “A letter?”
“Mmhm.” Peter reorganizes his papers real quick, then folds the four sheets in half before taping them closed. On top goes a post-it note, and one final scribble: for FRIDAY or Happy Hogan, please.
...after a moment’s consideration, ‘please’ gets underlined an extra time.
Ben’s second eyebrow has risen as well by the time Peter turns back, holding out the makeshift envelope. “Where am I taking this, kiddo?”
“Manhattan. Stark Tower.” He can see the startled blink, and hurries to go on, “It’s really important, Ben, please. If I could take it my- myself-” His lungs choose that moment to induce a coughing fit, and Peter practically doubles over as his whole body shakes.
One of Ben’s large hands settles between his shoulder blades, rubbing up and down until Peter can breathe again. “Okay, buddy,” his uncle murmurs, gently tugging the papers free of his grasping fingers. “Okay. Stark Tower. I can do that. Might take me an extra hour, though- are you going to be okay by yourself?”
Rather than speak and irritate his poor throat, Peter raises a thumb’s up.
Ben grins, just slightly, and ruffles his hair. “Go on back to bed, then. I’ll top off your water cup and head out.” A+ plan. Truly phenomenal. Peter drags himself out of the wobbly desk chair and shuffles over, dragging the same blanket he’d brought along with him in the first place. Toppling over onto his old mattress is easy; so is making an unintelligible noise of gratitude when Ben sets down a refilled plastic cup. And from there, Peter slowly... drifts... off.......
...only to lurch back upright in a panic, mere minutes later, because he addressed the notes to Friday.
FRIDAY, the AI who doesn’t exist yet. Instead of JARVIS, the one who does.
Several curse words drop from his mouth, as Peter scrambles to try and find his- his phone. Which he does not have yet. Because it was a Congrats On Starting High School present after he turned fourteen. Because of course.
Nothing for it, then. As miserable as he feels, Peter needs to get dressed, go after Ben, and swap out the incorrect post-it for a properly addressed one.
When asked, he will very much blame his current fever and illness to explain why he didn’t go out into the living room, and use the landline they still possess at this point in time to call his uncle and fix the error. But that’s later, and this is now, and Peter fumbles for his jeans and a mostly clean t-shirt.
---
Ben Parker would like to claim he isn’t a terribly gullible person. Nor a distrusting one, either. But this feels like a delicate balance between the two, as he takes the subway to cross from Queens over to Manhattan, and then walks a couple blocks to a particular nigh-infamous building. ‘Stark Tower’, ‘Avengers Tower’, either way, the gleaming structure easily attracts attention, even when you aren’t a rubber-necking tourist.
The sheaf of papers crinkles in his back pocket.
If Peter weren’t so sick, Ben probably wouldn’t be humoring him like this. Then again, if Peter weren’t sick, he’d more than likely have found a way to sneak off to Stark Tower himself to deliver the mysterious letter. Taking a deep breath, Ben steps through glass doors, and does his best not to hunch his shoulders or otherwise look nervous around so many people in business attire.
Even so, his thrift store outfit and old leather boots draw at least a few stares.
The young woman at the desk he goes up to at least smiles welcomingly, and Ben does his best to return the expression. “Hi there. This is going to sound weird, and I apologize in advance, but my kid’s sick and begged me to drop off a letter for him.”
“A letter for whom, sir?”
“Ah-” Ben pulls the folded papers from his pocket, miraculously managing to avoid losing the post-it note on top. “-Friday or Happy Hogan? He wrote down both their names, but I’m afraid I don’t know who either is.”
The woman’s face does something complicated when she sees the taped letter, but thankfully doesn’t laugh or scoff. “Well... Mister Hogan is Mister Stark’s head of security, but I’m afraid I haven’t heard of anyone named Friday who works here.” Something chimes on her computer screen, and she glances away to tap a quick reply.
Ben can’t help but blink. “Security? Huh. I would’ve figured a scientist or something...” Well, to be completely honest, he figured a feverish Peter would write directly to Tony Stark, considering how many Iron Man posters occupy the kid’s bedroom walls. But a security man just makes no sense at all.
“Pardon me, but what was your name, sir?”
“Parker. Ben Parker. Uh, like I said, I’m really just humoring my kid while he isn’t feeling well - I understand if you can’t actually get this to Mister Hogan-”
“On the contrary, sir,” a British voice says out of nowhere, making Ben jump. “I have already taken the liberty of summoning the appropriate individual to meet with you.”
He stares at the young woman, who looks startled but not nearly as confused. “That was Jarvis,” she quickly explains, “Mister Stark’s AI. Jarvis runs most of the building’s automatic functions, but- he doesn’t usually speak to guests without prompting.”
An uneasy feeling creeps up the back of Ben’s neck.
‘Jarvis’ doesn’t talk again, and the young woman directs him to wait by the end of the welcome desk for whoever’s coming down to meet him. It’s awkward, to be sure, especially as more people idly glance in his direction.
But then an elevator dings, and Ben turns, and shock overwrites literally everything else.
“Mister Parker?” Tony Stark asks, walking briskly towards him. Behind his glasses, the man’s eyes dart to either side of where Ben is standing, and they flicker slightly with something he would almost call disappointment. “Hi, welcome, sorry to startle you, but we’d better have this conversation in private. Jarvis said you’ve got a letter?” Wordlessly, Ben holds it up. Stark huffs, quickly plucking it from his fingers, but doesn’t bother to do anything besides tucking it into the breast pocket of his suit jacket. Then he claps a hand on Ben’s shoulder, and steers him straight into the waiting elevator. “How’s Peter?”
The shock is still going strong. That’s the only explanation for why he blurts out the single word response, “Sick.”
Stark’s head snaps around. “Sick? With what? How bad is it?”
“Bronchitis,” Ben barely manages to say, most of his brain power currently occupied trying to reconcile the fact that Tony-Iron-Man-Stark apparently knows his nephew. “Not- not too bad, this time. How do you-?”
“J, you downloaded the kid’s medical files, right?” Stark asks the open air.
“Yes, Sir,” the same disembodied voice as early rings out. “This would be Peter Parker’s fourth bout with bronchitis in the past three years. Records indicate he is taking appropriately prescribed medication and has been home from school for the past two days.”
“Good, that’s good.” Still, Stark’s expression is twisted unpleasantly, and Ben can only stare in a sort of detached fascination. “Double check that our pharmaceuticals division doesn’t have anything better for him, J.”
“Of course, Sir. I also need to inform you that we have received confirmation from Prince T’Challa of Wakanda, and reassurance that his family is taking the necessary precautions.”
“About time Pink Panther got back to us. Anything from Fury and our super-duper wonder spies?”
“They have yet to emerge from the secondary conference room. Mister Barton’s only communication at this point has been to request another round of takeout and coffee, as it looks to be, and I quote, ‘a long-ass day on top of a long-ass night’, Sir.”
Stark snorts. “Got it. Approve whatever he and Nat want. Anyone in the lounge?”
“Negative.”
“Right, take us there, then.” Sighing, the celebrity finally turns to actually face Ben. For a long moment, he only stares. “It’s different, seeing you in person. Good different. Peter actually say anything about the letter?”
“...no,” Ben manages to answer. “No, and I don’t- no offense intended, Mister Stark, but what the hell is going on?”
“Tony, please.” A flash of genuine pain crosses Stark’s face, before he returns to the bland observing expression. “And none taken. I’ve had a lot of people ask me that question since two this morning.”
The unease returns, this time in Ben’s stomach. At 2am, he and May were woken up by Peter shouting in his room - a fever dream turned nightmare, or so they assumed.
He doesn’t particularly care for the coincidence.
“So tell me, Ben Parker: do you believe in time travel?”
---
Peter is so, so screwed.
He left the apartment without his key. Without his shoes. And the longer he attempts to keep shuffling down the city sidewalk only in his socks, overwhelmed by noises and smells and the bright sun overhead, the more it becomes abundantly clear:
He messed up.
Majorly messed up. On top of his other major screw-up, and the more he tries to squint at street signs without the glasses he also forgot at the apartment, the more his head pounds and his nose runs and his chest hurts.
Eventually it’s just- too much. Peter coughs weakly into his elbow, and scoots into the first alley he can find.
---
Once, not so long ago, Ben didn’t think aliens or superheroes existed outside of books and movies. Time travel isn’t that far a leap in comparison.
But the more Stark keeps talking, the less Ben takes in, overwhelmed by a couple of things the celebrity breezed over, which stand out all the more for his lack of emphasis. First and foremost: Tony Stark cares about Peter. Knows him. Likes him. Invites him on weekend visits to work on personal projects. Illegally hacks medical databases to double check that the boy is getting appropriate medication for his current illness. Ben might actually laugh if it weren’t for the second thing:
He’s going to die.
Stark doesn’t outright say that, of course, but he tip-toes around the fact that he knows Peter well enough to care about him, and he knows May well enough to be wary of lying to her, but today is the first time he’s ever laid eyes on a living, breathing Ben.
Peter is going to be a superhero. May is going to be a widow. Peter caused some kind of magical accident that sent the Avengers back in time three years. May is going to be a widow. Peter apparently wrote out four pages of notes about incoming disasters for nothing, because Stark and his teammates have been scrambling for the past ten hours to prevent all of it and more.
May is going to be a widow.
Eventually, Stark must realize Ben’s only absorbing every fourth sentence or so, because he abruptly finds himself pushed down into a sleek leather chair, glass tumbler in hand. He doesn’t bother to check exactly what kind of alcohol he’s been given; it burns going down, and that’s good enough to restore some clarity to his overwhelmed mind.
First thing’s first. “Peter has superpowers?”
“He will. Probably. We know when and how he gets them, at this point it’s just a matter of making sure he’s in the right place at the right time. If he still wants- I mean, I’ll be honest, I’d probably sleep a little better knowing the kid isn’t swinging around Queens stopping muggers in the middle of the night, but I also know there’s only a point oh two chance he’ll willingly avoid becoming Spider-man again.”
Ben nods, swallowing down his initial reaction to that word-vomit. “Okay. Okay- next question.”
“Shoot.”
“How do I die?”
Stark promptly winces. “...alright, poor choice of words on my part. Look, Ben- can I call you Ben?” He nods. “Thanks- look. I don’t know all the details, but Peter definitely will, and between the two of us I can guarantee you won’t this time. Hell, I’ll get you a nano-tech bulletproof vest if I have to, but we’re going to make damn sure you live to a ripe old age no matter how many burned casseroles May tries to fix for dinner. Alright?”
Something in the back of Ben’s mind whispers that it can’t possibly be that simple, but he’s willing to take the other man’s words at face value for the moment. “Alright.”
“Sir? Captains Wilson and Rogers have returned, with two guests.”
“Hot damn. Okay, Ben- just hang tight for a minute, I need to say hi to Ruby Tuesday and her delinquent brother, and then we’ll see about getting Peter up here, yeah?” Ben doesn’t have a chance to respond before Stark is up and moving, heading for the elevator just as it slides open.
Captain Rogers is apparently that Captain Rogers, and Ben’s eyes widen so much he half-wonders if they might actually fall out of his face.
Steve-Captain-America-Rogers steps out of the elevator, face tired but triumphant, dressed in civilian clothes rather than his iconic uniform. That’s definitely The Shield slung across his back, though.
Behind him comes another man, dark-skinned with short hair, rolling his eyes as he finishes saying something to the people behind him. Both young, on the thin side - the girl’s hair is long and dark, the boy’s shifting from a similar color to silvery-white in a way that doesn’t look like a dye job. He’s nervous; she’s relaxed. Stark approaches them with stiff shoulders and a careful smile.
“Tony,” the girl says warmly, and half the tension drops away from Stark’s frame.
“Wanda,” he replies, stopping short of arm’s reach. “You’re okay?”
“I will be. I have Pietro again.” She reaches out, and catches the boy’s hand where he meets her halfway. “Ultron?”
“Shut down for good. Never even got the chance to wake up and cause trouble.”
The girl lets out a low, shaky sigh, squeezing her eyes shut as she nods. “Good. That is- very good. Vision?”
“We’ve got him. Sort of- no body for him to land in like the rest of us, obviously, but Cho’s putting one together, and there’s a copy of his consciousness tucked in with Jarvis right now.”
“One moment please, Miss Maximoff,” the AI says. A moment later, what sounds like the exact same voice speaks again, but with a great deal more emotion. “Hello, Wanda.”
“Viz,” she replies, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “You are alright?”
“I am much better, now that you’re here.”
Well didn’t that sound adorably sappy. Some small sound must escape Ben’s mouth, because a moment later the girl, Wanda, is looking right at him with a frown. “Who is this?”
“Ben Parker,” Stark promptly answers, shifting in place to make a sweeping gesture. “Better known as Spider-man’s uncle. He came to drop off some notes from the kid, who apparently didn’t realize we all got swept back in time thanks to his stunt with the Mind and Time Stones. Speaking of whom- Jarvis, have we got eyes on Underoos yet?”
“Yes, Sir. But I am afraid Peter Parker is not in his Queens apartment.”
Like a storm blowing out a candle, Stark’s face turns immediately grim. “Beg pardon?”
“Facial recognition picked him up eight blocks from his home building, moving slowly. Approximately nine minutes and thirty-four seconds ago, he entered an alleyway without any available security cameras. To my knowledge he has not yet emerged.”
Ben couldn’t say when exactly he got to his feet, but he suddenly finds himself standing next to Stark, hands clenched to keep from shaking. The other man meets his panicked gaze, and a flicker of understanding passes between them. “Show us, J.”
A holographic screen pops up. Footage plays. Ben barely pays any attention to Captain America stepping closer, too focused on the little figure helpfully highlighted by Jarvis.
(Peter isn’t even wearing shoes.)
“What, did he feel the need for a Delmar sandwich?” Stark grumbles, before the image zooms in. It becomes abruptly clear that Peter isn’t feeling suddenly better - his face is tight with desperation, mouth open to breathe, and every few steps he pauses to lean against a wall, eyes screwed shut. Ben feels a vice grip squeeze his heart, especially when his nephew staggers between two buildings, disappearing with his head down, arms tucked in close.
“Yeah, he’s not doing so hot,” the other man beside Captain America states.
“Understatement of the year, Wilson. Alright, everything else is on pause, I need to go get him-”
“I am faster.”
They all turn to stare at the boy still standing halfway behind Wanda. Even she looks surprised. “Pietro?”
He shrugs, a small nonchalant twitch, belied by the concern in his eyes. “I am faster. Show me a map from here to there, and I can pick him up without attracting attention.”
Ben glances at Stark. The celebrity offers back a flat smile, face carefully blank. “I mean, he’s not wrong. Speedy Gonzales here could probably run to the other end of Long Island and back in a couple of minutes.” There’s a moment’s hesitation, and then- “Your call, Mister Parker. He’s- your kid. First and foremost.”
...after a long, painful moment, Ben turns back towards Pietro. “Please.”
---
It feels like his life is just one big mistake after another.
Arguing with his uncle, distracting him at exactly the wrong moment, and paying for it with a funeral. Ignoring Mister Stark’s orders, almost causing all those people on the ferry to die. Not pushing harder to get a message through to Happy, almost allowing the plane to be stolen.
Grabbing the first two Infinity Stones to go flying past his face, in a room full of aliens trying to steal them and Avengers trying to protect them. Peter can still feel the burning in his hands, like catching a pair of electrified cables except dialed up to eleven, and every time he tries to take a deep breath it just gets worse. Not even the spider bite had caused him to hurt this much.
Wind whistles, short and sharp. A train going by- or maybe just a single car? No, wait, that didn’t make any sense-
“You are Peter, yes?”
Slowly, agonizingly, he manages to peel one eye partly open, and squints at the guy crouching in front of him. Familiar, but- not in the way that meant Peter had seen him somewhere before. “Y-yeah?”
“I am Pietro Maximoff,” the guy says. “Tony Stark and your uncle are upset you left home.”
Ah.
Well. On the one hand, Ben clearly made it to the Tower. On the other, Peter’s probably going to be in a lot of trouble for this. On the third- on a metaphorical third hand, Peter hurts. He can’t even bring himself to say so to this guy, Pietro- Maximoff, does that mean he’s related to Wanda- and instead whines, hands pressing tighter against his head.
“I am going to take you to them,” Pietro goes on. Peter lets his eye squeeze shut again, and jerks his head in a short, shallow nod. Hands carefully drag him out from his hiding place between two dumpsters, and then he’s being picked up, cradled close like a much younger kid. Normally he’d protest, insist that he’s sixteen- or thirteen- but honestly, Peter can’t bring himself to care.
There’s a distinct lurch, and a thousand sounds bombard his ears, horns and voices and wheels turning and doors opening and it’s way WAY too much too many too soon-
-and he checks out.
---
Ben doesn’t quite stare at his watch the entire time Pietro’s gone, but it’s a near thing. Steve Rogers takes a moment to introduce himself, along with Sam Wilson and Wanda Maximoff, but thankfully none of the Avengers try to force any strained small talk. Stark barely makes a sound at all - he keeps on staring at the blue-tinted holographic screens, eyes glued to the replaying clip of Peter stumbling into that alleyway.
It’s a relief when Pietro blurs back into existence in front of them, Ben’s actual physical nephew held securely in his arms.
But only for a split second.
Because Peter looks awful.
In the time since Ben left their family’s apartment, his kid has somehow managed to slide from pale to almost ghostly white, tremors wracking his entire body. He doesn’t react to Ben or Stark calling his name, eyes screwed shut and fists pressed hard against both ears, breathes coming short and shallow.
“Jarvis, vitals,” Stark orders, gesturing for Pietro to set his burden down on the nearest sofa. Peter whines when the young man lets go, but Ben slides right in, one hand carding through his nephew’s hair while the other presses flat against his scrawny chest. He doesn’t pay attention to whatever the AI relates to Stark; there’s just Peter, and his ragged breathing, and his pounding heart.
“Okay, kiddo,” Ben murmurs, soft but hopefully loud enough for the kid to hear. “We can make it through this, and you’re going to get better, if only so I can ground you until you’re eighteen.”
Peter’s next breath comes out more like a huff than a gasp, and one corner of his mouth turns up, just slightly.
“Only eighteen?” Stark leans a little over Ben’s shoulder, not quite intruding though it’s pretty clear he’d like to. “I’d make it twenty-five, at least.”
“M- Mis’er S’ark-”
“Hey, kid. Fancy seeing you here, when you should be tucked up at home in a nice warm bed. What’s the idea, huh, giving me and your poor uncle a matching pair of heart attacks?”
Peter coughs weakly, eyes still closed. “Wrote- wrong. Fuh-friday, not- Jarvis.”
Ben sees Stark stiffen in the corner of his eye, and holds back a sigh. “Friday’s the name of another AI?”
“Back-up for Jarvis,” Stark mutters. “I would’ve switched to her in a few days, if we were still following the original timeline.”
That manages to make Peter’s face scrunch up with confusion. “-what?”
“We all came back in time, kid. Whatever the hell you did with those Stones, they picked up every Avenger plus a few bonus people and tossed our minds back to the good old days before we’d even heard of Thanos. Possibly those Guardian idiots too, but we haven’t been able to make contact with them yet.”
“Oh,” Peter croaks, finally cracking his eyes open. “Good?”
Rather than answer, Stark sucks in a startled breath, and Ben feels his stomach swoop unpleasantly. From the abrupt silence behind them, where the others had been murmuring amongst themselves, he figures everybody’s equally stunned.
Peter’s eyes are glowing.
The kid just stares upward for a moment, obviously aware something’s wrong. “...Mister Stark? I don’t- feel so good.”
To Be Continued...
#marvel#avengers infinity war#fix-it fic#peter parker#ben parker#tony stark#irondad's gonna have a hard time in this one#I haven't figured out the happy ending yet hence my cliffhanger there#but I'm sure Peter will be fiiine. Eventually.#wip
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Hyrule Herbology — Good Morning
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Wolfseye | Groosebark | Chuwis | Obvious Flower | Downyflower | Moon Lily | Deku Babble | Deku Biter | Deku Baba | Frigweed | Hyther | Rose Everbloom | Dancing Lady | Dancing Lady II | Final (you are here) |
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Link wasn't sure if it was the clatter of something in the common room or the vertigo that woke him up. This was the second time he had dreamt that dream. His mother and father–instinctively he knew who they were–had no faces but for some reason he felt the warmth of a smile emanating from their empty visages. He rubbed his face with one hand and ran his fingers through his hair to get out any tangles before rolling off his pallet and heading into the common room.
A powerful smell smacked into his nose as he entered. Link wheezed and doubled over, waving a hand in front of his nose to try and recover.
"Good morning," Fen said, hunching over a pot in the fireplace. "Did the smell wake you up?"
"No," Link said, grabbing a stool and dragging it closer to the table. He flopped onto it and buried his head in his arms. "Stupid dream did."
"With the faceless people again?"
"They're not just random people, Dad," Link insisted.
Fen grunted in discomfort. There was a slight pause before he spoke again. "I'm making this herbal tonic."
"Oh." Link raised his head a little. "For what?"
"It's supposed to give you a boost of energy," Fen explained. "Thought you might need it."
Link wrinkled his nose. "'M not that tired."
"You will be. You're on well duty this morning."
Link buried his face in his arms again. "Why did you have to remind me."
"So you'd drink this stuff," Fen said, placing a cup of the disgusting-smelling tonic on the table and pushing it over to Link.
The boy grimaced but obliged, swallowing the thick tonic in one gulp. He gagged after he finished. Why did good things always have to taste so bad, he wondered. Or, perhaps, a better question: why hadn't Fen added something to the concoction to make it taste decent? "You should have added some flavor," Link said, never one to leave his thoughts unvoiced.
Fen grabbed a small loaf of bread off a counter and pulled it apart, giving a piece to Link and keeping the other for himself. "Maybe, but I don't think we have much time."
"It wouldn't have taken that long to add something–" Link began, before coincidentally he heard a bell clanging outside.
"Would've taken too long," Fen repeated, sticking his bread in his mouth before rushing over to the door. "Race you," he said between bites.
To get rid of the aftertaste in his mouth, Link gobbled down the bread. It was fresh and soft–easy on the gullet. Then he trotted up to Fen. "I'll beat you, old man."
"No you won't," Fen retorted, opening the door. "I'm only thirty-two."
"Ancient," Link said.
"Ancient?" Fen laughed. "Okay, let's not waste any more time. On the count of three–"
Fen counted down, and they both were off, rushing down the path to the village center. As they rushed past houses, Link noticed Fen had gotten ahead of him and sped up a bit. His guardian's longer legs were a major advantage. He'd have to be smart to get an edge over him.
"Hey! I see Penna!" Link shouted.
"Where?" Fen skidded to a stop and started looking for her.
Link cackled and jogged ahead of him, making it to the village square easily before finding out where Fen had gone. He was talking with Penna, both of them making their way over to the bell, where all of the other villagers had gathered in a circle. Inside that circle was Ditri, the village leader. He was a tall man– a little lacking in hair, with a loud voice that he tended to use in the mornings. Link squeezed his way through two villagers so he could get a good look at him while he belted out orders for the day.
"Everyone's here now, right?" Ditri shouted.
There were murmurs, and someone raised their hand. Ditri pointed to them.
"Gorse got into a tussle with a rift the other day. She's resting right now."
Ditri raised an eyebrow. "I see. Well, that's perfect timing, seeing as a group of soldiers is coming in today."
More murmurs. Link heard the people close to him say something like "I hope they haven't raised their rates again." The villagers gave each other looks of concern, but Link just crossed his arms and huffed.
"Be on your best behavior, that's all," Ditri said. "Move out. We have work to do."
With that the villagers scattered, walking to wherever they had been told to go the previous evening– in Link's case, the well closest to the fields. When he arrived, he stopped in front of it and took a deep breath. Someone the other day had told him that he should be proud of being old enough to lug a water bucket around, but he couldn't disagree more. He wanted to go back to bed. Link began pulling up the bucket out of the well for the first of probably a million times today.
Or maybe not quite a million. Once he got into the rhythm of it, being on well duty wasn't so bad. Though it was tiring, Link hadn't lived five years in a farming village for nothing. He quickly got covered in mud and water from it sloshing onto him from the bucket, but once the sun came up it began to dry. When he gave villagers the water they needed they usually cheered him on and thanked him. Every once in a while he took a breather, absentmindedly humming some bastardization of a tune musicians had spread around Drinna, the nearest town.
Around midday, everyone retreated from whatever they happened to be doing for lunch– Link included. Fen usually had something prepared ahead of time, so he wandered around looking for him.
"Link!" Someone's voice– definitely not Fen's– called. "You're covered in dirt."
Link whipped his head around to look at the speaker. It was Packard, of course. They had been friends for a long time. "You're covered in hay."
Packard picked a single piece of hay out of his hair and snorted. "Uh huh."
"What did you think I'd be covered in? I was busy walking around in mud and dirt and stuff," Link said haughtily.
"Flowers," Packard retorted, grinning impishly.
"Shut up," Link groaned.
Packard rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I found this weird flower near the border, and I think it might be good, so I wanted you to take a look at it."
"Oh." Link put his hands on his hips. "I want dibs on half of it if it's edible."
"Aw, c'mon, I found it. Quarter."
"Two quarters."
"That's half!"
"Four eighths, and that's my final offer," Link said.
"Fine. Whatever. I bet it's bad anyway." Packard stuck out his tongue. "Come on."
The two boys walked along, Link behind Packard as they entered a small forest on the edge of the village's land. A border of painted stones marked the border– once they went beyond it, they were technically breaking the law. Not that either of them cared. Going a little outside the border was something everyone did from time to time; it really only mattered if you spent a day or two out there. Packard wove through the bushes in the forest expertly, pushing back a bough so he could move through. When he let go of it, it smacked Link in the face.
"Ow!"
“Huh?” Packard looked back at Link, who was rubbing his nose. “The flowers are right over here.”
Packard stepped back to give Link a better look. In a small clearing, a web of yellow and brown flowers grew thick on the forest floor. Link crouched near the flowers, examining them for a moment before tugging on one of them and uprooting a small tuber about the size of his finger.
“These are dancing ladies,” Link explained. “They’re pretty good eating if you cook them.”
“Oh,” Packard said, leaning over to watch Link work. “How many of those do you think there are?”
Link scanned the thick bed of flowers. “Dozen or so, maybe,” he replied. “These are small, so it might be better to leave them for now.”
There was a faint sound of rustling grass and something sniffing. Packard and Link both raised their heads in alarm.
“What’s that?” Packard hissed.
"It's probably just a rabbit or something," Link said dismissively, striding towards the noise. He made it through a few bushes before stopping in his tracks.
A small creature about half his height stepped forward. She had large ears almost twice as big as her head, with strange markings in them that resembled the eye patterns on a moth. Her long, fluffy tail twitched slightly as she looked over the boy, tipping her large glasses down. On her back was a small satchel– something inside it was moving. "A rabbit?" she asked.
"Not a rabbit," Link said, scratching the side of his face. That was a pol, and probably one of the visitors Ditri had been talking about. Link guessed she was probably a mage–or at least some sort of magic user. She didn’t seem to be armed and her arms were so tiny she probably could punch a fly without it noticing.
The pol nodded. "You're…covered in dirt."
"I told him that earlier!" Packard said.
"I like dirt," Link retorted. "So, hi, ma'am. We were looking for plants."
"You're a little far from home to be doing that, don't you think?" the pol said.
"Not that far," Link said. "No one cares if somebody goes beyond the border for five minutes."
"Hm. You people are spoiled here, really," the pol muttered before looking back at her bag. It was moving even more now. "What're you doing, Slither?"
She opened her bag, and a vine shot out of it, grabbing Link's right hand and wrapping itself around it as it grew more rapidly than Link had ever seen a plant grow. He yelped and pulled back, but the more he moved, the faster they pulled him back towards the pol.
"Aha!" the pol exclaimed, pointing a tiny finger at Link. "I knew something was fishy about this village! You've got contraband!"
"No I don't!" Link said, trying fruitlessly to get away. "Leave me alone!"
"We'll see about that when we get you in front of Sergeant Sporpos," the pol said, gleefully trotting back towards the village and attempting to drag Link along with her. She quickly stopped as she realized she didn't have the strength to pull him along. "Uh, do you mind coming with me?"
"Why?" Link challenged.
"Because if you don't someone bigger'll come by and grab you by the scruff," the pol replied. "Oh–other kid. You should probably come too."
Packard, all too happy to be ignored, jumped at the suggestion. "Yeah."
The three of them marched their way back over to the village square, where a gaggle of soldiers were talking with one another. Ditri was a few feet away from them, nervously wringing his hands.
"I've caught someone!" the pol shouted triumphantly. "I told you it would work."
One of the soldiers– probably the sergeant the pol had mentioned earlier, judging by the red uniform and armor– chuckled. "Lepy, that's a kid."
"A kid with a lot of magic power!" Lepy insisted. "My plant is still attached to him, so he's definitely got more than usual."
"I don't have any magic, sir, I swear," Link said. "The stupid plant just attacked me."
"Yeah, I've never seen Link use magic," Packard said. "This is a mistake."
"...We do use those things on smugglers," Sergeant Sporpos noted. "And they've never lied before."
"Exactly! Why would a chuwis lie to anyone?" Lepy replied, waving one hand dramatically.
"Maybe you made it do that with weird plant magic!" Packard said, glaring at Lepy.
The sergeant raised an eyebrow. "You do seem a little desperate."
"You can look at my bag if you want, sir, but I don't have anything with Forest magic," Lepy said. "Actually–wait." She took a pair of scissors out of her bag, and cut off some of the vines leading to Link's arm. They immediately grew back. "See?"
"Hmph. Alright, we'll do a search of the area." Sergeant Sporpos turned to Ditri, who was staring at the commotion wordlessly. "Where are the boy's parents?"
"I'll get him," Ditri said, taking a step back.
The sergeant chuckled as the village leader scampered away like a frightened rabbit. After a few minutes, Fen came rushing over.
"What happened–" he blurted out before two soldiers grabbed him by the arms. A fire lit up in his eyes, and he pulled back, but it quickly cooled as they yanked him into place.
"We need to look through your house," the sergeant said. "Your son may have been messing with things he doesn't understand."
"He wouldn't do that," Fen said, glancing at Link for confirmation. Link shrugged and shook his head. The vines had almost completely covered his right arm.
"Chuwis plants don't lie," Sergeant Sporpos replied, gesturing for the soldiers to let go of Fen. "Now, if you wouldn't mind leading us to where we need to go, we'll do a quick search."
Fen nodded sullenly, and they began the walk back to the house. Well – "walk"; it was more of a despondent trudge. Packard followed around ten feet behind the main group, curious, but careful to keep his distance. He didn't want to get in trouble.
As the vines began to bury Link's arm even more, Lepy frowned. "It's still sucking magic out of you?"
"I guess," Link replied.
"You have a really high capacity for magic." She sighed. "I guess I should put Slither back in his bag." Taking her scissors again, she cut through the vines in a few swift chops at the base of the plant before shutting her satchel. Then she looked between Fen and Link. “You look a lot different from your dad.”
“Huh?” Link stared at Lepy. “I guess so. I mean, we’re not blood related.”
Lepy tilted her head. “You really are a strange kid.”
Once they made it to the house the sergeant ordered the other soldiers inside. Link winced as he heard clattering and crashing, then the sound of something rolling on the floor. A few times they called out like they thought they found something, then dismissed it a few moments later.
"There's nothing here," one of them said after some ten minutes of searching the tiny house.
"We'll check around the area," the sergeant replied. "Leave them alone for now."
The soldiers and Lepy both left to find more places to search, the latter giving Link a look of confusion as she walked away from the scene. As soon as they were gone, Packard trotted up to his friend.
"It sounded like they broke something," Packard said. "Are you guys going to be okay?"
Fen sighed. "We've lived through worse. You should probably go find your mom. They might be looking through other houses."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. She might need you."
Packard started off towards his house, then stopped, glancing back at Fen and the house for a moment. "I'm sorry about all this."
"It's not your fault," Link replied.
Packard furrowed his brow, but he nodded and ran off. Once he was gone, Fen put a hand on Link's head and gently tousled his hair.
"I didn't do anything, Dad."
"I know," Fen said. "Are you still manning the well this afternoon?"
"Yeah."
"You'll need some good food for that." Fen smiled. "Let's have lunch."
#hyrule herbology#link#loz au#fen#packard#lepy#this still feels a bit rushed to me but overall I'm happy with it
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So I was thinking about who would be the best in a Phantom of the Opera au...
And I was at first thinking about the obvious ones, like Malleus and Idia, heck even Rook would be great but then I thought about that one line Christine has,
"who was that shape in shadows?"
And I was like...oh my god...Sam!
Here me out!
You first come to the school from another world, and you're trying to blend in. Especially at NRC, most attention is negative attention. But it's hard when you don't even know where to begin with the work and chores you're assigned. Until one day you start to hear a voice tell you the answers. Or you'll go to work on a task from Crowley, and it's alright finished with no one in sight except for a shape you thought you saw in the corner of your eye.
One day, a small box is on your desk. It's a necklace that is one of those two way mirrors, but you don't know that, so you just put it on, because it's pretty and it's probably from one of your friends. You find that it's a lot easier to hear the helpful voice when you wear it, and sometimes you think you can see him in the mirror's reflection.
Because this is a phantom au, of course singing has to come into play. The voice in your necklace, who you've started referring to as your guardian angel, has heard you sing around your room, and encourages you to try out for the SDC. He even offers some coaching and encouragement so that you feel more confident.
When you're in the training camp portion, he's oddly quiet. You honestly start to wonder if you'd made him up because you were lonely and homesick, and now that other people live with you you don't need him anymore.
You still lose the SDC, but you all go viral, both from the group itself, and also the solo Vil had given you at the last second after being worn out from the overblot. People are swarming you after the competition, so it's hard for you to get a chance to enjoy the rest of the festival. But you're getting offers from lots of people to sing or perform in other capacities, and you go to sleep, exhausted, but feeling some solid hope that you can survive here until you go home.
That night, the voice enters your dream, and you find your body walking towards the voice.....
Bonus! Best phantoms in other fandoms...
Ayakashi Romance Reborn: Akiyasu (honestly a no brainer here 😂)
Court of Darkness: Dia (although he'd also be a great Christine let's be real), Lou, and maybe Toa honestly
Ikemen Prince: I mean the Obvious is Sariel, but I could see Keith and Licht being great Phantoms
Tears of Themis: Vyn already has some phantom imagery, but I love him, so I'm including him on the list
Obey Me: Okay I could do a whole extra post on Simeon as the phantom, because the potential oh my gosh, but Barbatos could be really good too, heck even Dia in some ways
Ensemble stars: Mayoi is already someone who is directly compared to the phantom so that's pretty obvious, but like, Madara? And Shu and Mika? Maybe even Ibara....
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#just some thoughts#twst sam#twisted wonderland sam#obey me#ikemen prince#court of darkness#tears of themis#ensemble stars#ayakashi romance reborn
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NO CHOCOLATE
Living with Nightmare and his gang, Tricks was getting used to the permanent state of chaos in their life. Despite this, they were still stunned when, waking up one morning, they found a commotion in the kitchen.
First of all, the kitchen was not a place for turmoil. The room was sacred to Horror and he would kick out with axes anyone who tried to disturb the serenity there.
However, the open-skull skeleton was in the living room with one hand tugging at his blind eye socket and teeth grinding in irritation. Dust was propped up next to him in a supportive way, watching a cooking show, clearly intending to soothe his friend.
Meanwhile, Killer was running up and down the kitchen, rummaging through cupboard after cupboard and slamming doors in frustration, only to come back a minute later and revolve through the stored groceries again, as if what he was looking for could have magically appeared there.
Cross was there too, his head on the table, one arm supporting his skull, the opposite hand tracing desolate circles on the marble top. He was muttering to himself, unlike Killer, who was repeating frantically. “Where is it? Where is it? How did this happen?!”
“Uh… Cross? What happened this time?” Tricks questioned him, since when they addressed Horror, Dust gave them a death stare.
“The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos” he whined softly, without even looking at them.
Tricks frowned in confusion. Yes, he was right, that was why they were living with Nightmare after all, but...
“Why are you saying this?”
“Was this place out of chocolate again?” The guardian of negativity appeared at the door with a bored expression, although his tentacles revealed his level of annoyance.
“BOSS!!!” Killer abandoned his senseless search of the cabinets, and Cross nearly ran over Tricks leaving the table. They both got down at Nightmare's feet and begged. “We need an urgent mission!”
“Please allow me to open a portal to Underfell right now. Ten minutes will be enough for us to get the necessary supplies.”
“Ten minutes?! So we have to go back tomorrow, you idiot?!” Killer shouted, giving him an elbow. “We need all the chocolate we can get our hands on and we will need all hands to help us in this mission!”
“Tch! You’re right.”
Wow. Cross agreeing with Killer? That day got even more bizarre.
“That's enough, you two!” - Nightmare ordered firmly, attracting the attention of those present. “Go clean this kitchen! It’s chaotic here.”
“But what about the chocolate?” Killer whimpered.
“If you want to see any chocolate in this castle again, this and the other common rooms better be shining at the end of the night.”
“I like it,” Dust smirked, appearing next to Horror, who has an expression of pain mixed with bloodshot fury in his big red eye. Did he have a migraine again?
Killer’s shoulders slumped, but Cross rolled up his sleeves.
“Consider it done, boss. C’mon, Killer. As soon as we finish it, the faster we will have chocolate.”
“But!”
Killer couldn’t protest while he was dragged to the next-door room, where the cleaning supplies were.
“Horror, you will rest. Dust, supervise Killer and Cross. As long as you are not satisfied, they are not free,” determined Nightmare.
Horror grumbled in agreement, without strength to oppose his boss while Dust smiled sadistically.
“Got it, boss. But know I am never satisfied.”
Nightmare just shrugged, his tentacles slithering onto Horror's shoulders and taking him with him. Stepping past Tricks, he commanded, snapping his fingers and opening a portal right there.
“You go to Underfell now, get as much chocolate as you can. And be quick. The more time passes, the more insufferable these two are over the damn candy.”
“Um…Okay…” Were they having a withdrawal? How long did they go without chocolate? Besides, Tricks haven't even had breakfast yet.
“TRICKS!!! BRING MY DARK CHOCO!!!” Killer pleaded, his head popping out of the other room with black liquid dripping from his eyes with vigor.
Cross also appeared, bucket and squeegee in hand, but with an urgent look in their direction. Tricks nodded, giving them a confident smile.
“Dark chocolate for Killer and milk chocolate for Cross. Noted! And do you want something too? They asked the rest of the gang.
“Meat,” Horror muttered sheepishly.
“Some strong drink,” Dust growled in their direction.
“A new book,” Nightmare thought for a second, causing Tricks to stifle a laugh. They were talking about food, but their boss was like a moth anyway.
“Count on me!” Was their simple answer before jumping through the portal, landing in a dark alley in New Home. Only when the opening to the space closed did they realize that, in the haste of the gang, they had left their backpack in their room, living behind their best inventory space.
Well, either Tricks would need to take it easy... Or they could just improvise a bigger inventory. Surely, they could find some decent bag in town.
Of course, it would be easier if they hadn't forgotten their mask too. Now they would have to fulfill their mission while being hunted for being a human in the Underground again.
What a chaotic morning that was.
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