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clockwayswrites · 5 months

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A Broken Sort of Normal, Part 18

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“Here to bring me to a debrief?” Danny asks the shadow lurking in the doorway. He swears that Batman almost looks chastised at that. “It’s fine, Batman, I know how these things work.”

“The core Titans are insisting on being there, for moral support,” Batman rumbles. “If you aren’t comfortable with that, they’ll be sent away.”

Danny chuckles; that really is like them. “No, I might as well only go through it all once. Besides, that’s sweet. Can I at least take the time to put on real clothing?”

Batman narrows his eyes at Danny. “You’re still injured. Loose clothing only.”

“Gods, how does no one see what a dad you are,” Danny teases.

Batman smiles, just for a moment, before he turns to sweep over dramatically out of the room. “I’ll send in Flash with some approved clothing.”

“That better be my Flash you’re sending in!” Danny calls after Batman. When the doorway is free of the luring hero, Danny lets himself fall back against the pile of pillows.

A debrief. How is he supposed to explain any of this? So far he hasn’t been allowed to explain things, really. Part of it is that he’s spent most of the last several days asleep. When he has been awake, it’s to a rotating cast of heroes; all heroes that he was close to and knew behind the mask. With every able bodied hero busy with clean up, no one has been able to stay long. He sees Barry the most, what with the other’s leg, but even Barry is busy helping coordinate the recovery efforts.

(Danny’s also pretty sure that they’re using the chance to visit him as a way to make people take a break.)

While the heroes are with him, it’s been mostly Danny getting updated on everyone and whoever is with him getting information to update everyone else with. They won’t even let him work, but they do pass on information about his crews at least. It’s Wally who’s with him the most. Wally was there the first time Danny woke and as Danny breathed through panic attacks and to patiently reply to the endless stream of messages for Danny.

Speak of the devil… Danny’s phone chimes again.

He can’t look at it.

He hasn’t been able to look at it since the first message from Jasmine came in. Since they all remembered.

Wally hadn’t asked. He had just let Danny shake apart in his arms and has handled Danny’s phone from then on. ‘This is Danny’s boyfriend. He’s alive and will recover. He’ll contact you at a later time.’

“I thought we put that thing on silent,” Wally says with a glare at the phone as he steps into the room.

Danny makes shameless grabby hands at the clothing. “So did I. Who is it?”

Danny’s proud that his voice doesn’t shake at the question.

Maybe it’s fair that they’ve all been avoiding the big big questions. Maybe it really is obvious that he’s still only hanging on by a thread. He certainly feels less like a live wire and more like the one, stubborn fuse still humming in the circuit breaker.

He certainly feels weak.

“Jasmine again.”

Danny sucks in a staggered breath and lets it out slowly. “Just… just tell her that I’m sorry, but I can’t yet.”

Wally presses a kiss to Danny’s temple. “I’ll remind her that you’re healing too. You just worry about getting dressed.”

“What, don’t want to help out with that part?” teases Danny as he undid the tie at the base of his neck. The Watchtower might have pretty nice quality, but any medical garb was going to be a little scratchy, and Danny is glad to have it off. He’s careful with his taped over IV port as he slides on the plain white shirt and then the well worn hoodie. It has a faded Nightwing logo and smells like Wally.

Something in Danny’s chest relaxes a little as he buries his face into the fabric and it nearly makes him sob.

“Danny?”

Danny just shakes his head.

“Oh, babe, it’s okay, I’m here. I have you.” Wally tosses the phone onto the bed and wraps Danny up into a hug. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been around—”

“Don’t, you were saving lives,” Danny says and tucks his face against Wally’s neck. “It’s what you needed to be doing.”

“Yeah, well, I’m here now. I’ve officially been pulled off duty. My job right now is you.”

“I don’t want to take you away from anything important.”

“You aren’t. Babe, you’re why we’re all still here. Let yourself be cared for, okay? I promise if anything comes up that really needs my help I’ll go, but let me make you my priority,” Wally urges.

Danny closes his eyes. “I told myself I’d never ask that of you. I know what you are.”

“You aren’t, I’m offering. Please, babe, let me make you my priority.”

He wants to. Gods does he want to. He wants to go back home to their apartment and have Wally with him and just let the other take care of everything, just for a little bit, just until it stopped feeling like his insides were hollow. Just until he could be okay enough to lie and say that he was fine.

Just until then.

“Okay. I— yeah, okay. I think I need that right now,” Danny manages to admit.

“Thank you,” Wally whispers like it was Danny doing him the great service. “First act, let’s get you out of those pants.”

“You cad,” Danny gasps dramatically.

Wally rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling now so Danny counts it as a win. “And get you into the sweatpants.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to debrief in sweats,” Danny says as he lets Wally help him finish changing. He’s a little less balanced in his feet than he’d like to be.

Okay, a lot less balanced.

Wally doesn’t even let him walk to the debrief, instead he insists on pushing Danny there in a wheelchair. Danny knows there’s no shame in needing a wheelchair, but it doesn’t help him be less frustrated at the way he feels weak down to his bones. Hell, he feels weak down to is core. At least he gets to move himself to a regular chair once they’re inside the conference room.

"Thank you for being willing to do this, Danny,” Wonder Woman says. She’s leaning forward, arms resting on the table, and offering a smile. At the table is a selection of other top tier members: Batman, Superman, a Green Lantern (Hal Jordan in this case), John Constantine, Zatanna, and, right next to Danny, Barry.

The Titans are off to the side, slightly behind the Dark members, in chairs that were obviously dragged into the room. Garfield gives Danny an enthusiastic thumbs up that almost makes him laugh.

“Of course. I get why there are questions,” Danny says instead.

“There are,” Superman agreed. “Now, as you aren’t a Justice League member and are in no way under any sort of investigation, this is going to be a bit informal. We’re just trying to make sure our report on recent events are as clear as possible.”

Danny huffs out a breath of air. His gaze darts over to Wally before dropping. “It’s a big more than that, isn’t it?”

“Kid?” Barry asks gently.

“You all want to know what I am, which is fair. If I could have, I would have told you.” Danny looks back at Wally again and gives a half hearted smile. “Sorry I couldn’t.”

“Why couldn’t you?” Batman asks, though the rumble of words isn’t unkind.

A sour smile twists Danny’s lips. “Curses are like that. Aren't they, Laughing Magician?” Danny hears Constantine and sucks in a breath and steels himself to look up at him. “How much do you know about her? About Desiree?”

Constantine shakes his head. “Not much. It’s not wise to go digging into the affairs of a member of the Infinite Realms, even an ended one.”

“Speak normal for the rest of us,” Hal says. “A who of what?”

“Infinite realms. That means a sodding ghost,” Constantine snaps.

Barry scoffs. “Ghost’s aren’t real.”

“Boo,” Danny replies. His smile is slightly too wide.

“Not funny, Danny.”

Danny shrugs. “Not trying to be. I’m half ghost.”

“How is someone half ghost?” Hal asks.

“I’m like Schrödinger’s Cat,” Danny explains. He can’t help for for his gaze to flick over to where the Titans are sitting and find Wally’s eyes. “I’m still in the box, basically. I’m half alive and half dead. Both and neither. A balance.”

“A myth.” Constantine leans forward. He taps the butt of his unlit cigarette against the table. “Or so we always thought. You telling me that you’re a halfa?”

The question pulls Danny’s focus back to the main table of heroes. “Yep. One of three. Me, my godfather, and my clone.”

Superman clears his throat. “Ah, your clone?”

Danny just gives another shrug. “Shit gets weird when you’re a teenage vigilante.”

“Danny,” Batman says, and Danny can’t help but smile again because the man is clearly one step away from pinching the bridge of his nose like he does as Bruce when one of his children is driving him mad. “Start from the beginning. State your name for the record.”

“Danny Jasper Fenton.”

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AN: Vote was in favor of splitting it up. I've got a chunk of the next part written, so hopefully I can get it finished up next week! Sorry if there are lots of issues, words and me are struggling atm.

Poor Danny is really struggling with things as his world has once again changed. And what will everyone think of him now...?

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#dp x dc #abson #quick death ship #quick death #danny/wally

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vampirzina · 3 months

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Could you do headcanons of the Earthrealm Heroes with a Skater Punk reader who fights with a baseball bat?

⛧ ┆earthrealm heroes quad (raiden, kung lao, johnny cage & kenshi) w. skater punk!reader hcs

tws: gn pronouns (you only), sfw, violence, softy/sappy kung lao and kenshi, fluff-ish, established relationship, mdni

notes: again trying some formatting styles and whatnot

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Raiden isn’t opposed to your personal choice of style. It compliments his youthful self/personality. But it wasn’t really what drew him towards you

For a few outings, you teach Raiden how to skate. He’s clumsy at first, earning a few scrapes and bruises, but you being there to help him makes them painless and it’s a lot less humiliating when you’re not judging or teasing him (at least not as often as Kung Lao).

Why you carry a baseball bat, Raiden found out. He’d catch you in the act. If it’s before the Madam Bo and Lin Kuei scene, he would be shocked, but if it’s after the fact, he would find it brutal but wouldn’t bother you about it. A baseball bat is a mouse in comparison to the amulet he has.

⫘⫘⫘

Raiden winces as you the weapon connects with the abdomen of the attempted attacker. He goes down onto his knees, and you help him to the floor with a shove of your foot.

He prefers using his hands to engage in kombat, but he had not much choice but to stand back even though he was the one to have run up after he saw you being manhandled.

As soon as you got to swinging, he’d finally understood why you brandish that thing so much.

“He’s not going to bother me anymore. Let’s go,” you deduced, swinging it until it rests upon your shoulder again. “It’s late and I was already coming over for cuddles… Need them.”

Raiden obliges to walk you back the rest of the way, but not without a glance at the reeling crook.

⫘⫘⫘

Raiden constantly warns you to be careful, and watch where you’re swinging that thing. Still your biggest fan.

──── ⛧

It’s what drew Kung Lao to you at first. Your style was just a bonus. When you fight with a bat, he can’t seem to care how you carry yourself as a punk. With his prowess as a fighter who mainly uses his fists and a bladed hat for support, he likes someone who enjoys using blunt force as well.

If you let Kung Lao, he’ll teach you how to fight with your fists as well. Just so you both can be matching, in a way. Sparring also helps show off, and if it impresses you at all he’d give you that one cheeky smile that shows off his dimple; he’s the most empowered when you praise him. It’s a shame he’s already mastered skating (if you ever taught him), he loved the constant praise you gave him.

On days where you’d both be rotting inside, Kung Lao likes those languid moments when you both are laid up together and listening to your music. His taste in music is nothing like yours really, but he doesn’t mind it. As long as he could enjoy these lazy moments. You’re his type, if not one of them.

⫘⫘⫘

Russet eyes open only to close again and pull your lower half to Kung Lao tighter, aching muscles having caught up with him from the rigorous training he’d endured today at the Wu Shi.

You had planned a lot for today with him, but it started raining.

The fast music blaring from your shared headphones can’t cancel out this mild moment between you and Kung Lao, who buries his head further into your stomach.

You card your fingers through his hair to brush it out of his face, just once, before hugging his head further into you. Nasty weather sucks.

⫘⫘⫘

Your precious bat is damaged from Kung Lao’s hat, but you keep it like a badge.

──── ⛧

Johnny Cage already knew because he was almost on the receiving end of it. When you both first met he was mouthy with you, and whether or not you had the patience for the man didn’t matter. It’d almost ended in you pummeling him… To which he thought would be a perfect way to get closer to you. You awakened something in him.

Johnny Cage records you, whether or not you’re simply skating or beating the ever-loving crap out of someone. There’s not much to it other than “it’s hot” when you ask him. You have to beg him to not share you literally committing assault/acting out of self defense (not that he would).

Various attempts from Johnny Cage to mimic your style, even if Johnny Cage was bad at it. It got you laughing, at least. He’d gift you a new skateboard, and an expensive brand of it too. If it’s one you’ve always wanted, he gets extremely cocky when he sees you love it lots. Also buys you vinyl of your favorite bands.

⫘⫘⫘

“Dude, no chance,” you say in disbelief, immediately almost ripping the present from the actors’ hands. “No chance, nochancenochancenochance. Cage, I was just joking.”

“Don’t joke. That’s my job,” Johnny smirked, and he’s too nonchalant about it. “Hey, you’re welcome. But I bet you could kiss me right now.”

You paused your marveling to look at him in sheer stupor. He leaned towards you, lips puckered and eyes closed, waiting.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, yet you humor him.

⫘⫘⫘

Johnny lets you play your music on the speakers in his mansion.

──── ⛧

Kenshi isn’t as moved as his peer, unfortunately. He sees (and has saw) people harnessing bats all the time. Your personal style, however, is newer to him. He overlooks it and doesn’t too much care as you both get along too well. Nothing would really be out of the ordinary or have changed because of your style, but he’d make subtle to small gestures to accommodate it.

(i.e; he would gift you certain things that go in tandem with how you dress/what you like/your style)

Like Kung Lao, Kenshi enjoys the paced times between you two. Whether it be pre-incident or post-incident it doesn’t really matter. The only thing different is that regardless of weather, he would settle down with you if you wanted to. If you wanted to go out, at least one or both of you have to be carrying [a weapon].

The park is Kenshi’s favorite spot now that he’s met you. You get to skate, he gets to watch/feel you, it’s a win-win. He carries your bat for you. If you leave it at home on purpose, he takes his sword with him. If you have music playing out loud, he manages it while you skate up and down the rink. Kenshi has a lot of fun with you (because no stranger really tries anything with the both of you).

⫘⫘⫘

The golden hue of the setting sun washed you and Kenshi in it. It were silent, for the most part between the two of you, as you skated by his side. Despite that though, your hands were locked together.

“Baby?”

“Mm?”

“…You think it’s too late to grab a bite to eat at that one restaurant?” you asked as his head turned towards you, your foot touching the pavement to push off of it gently enough that keeps yourself level with him. “The one that serves that combo meal you got me one time.”

“I’m sorry. It’s probably not,” he answered, frowning at the image of you disappointed. “But we can still make it at home, alright? Come on.”

⫘⫘⫘

Kenshi really wouldn’t have you any other way.

@𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐀೨

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raineandsky · 3 months

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#90

tw: abuse

The hero’s drawn the short straw today. The agency’s gotten a little colder than anyone expected, and he made the mistake of putting his past as an engineer on his CV.

The boiler room isn’t big, really. The agency’s not big enough to warrant any more than two of the things, but one going caput is clearly enough to plunge the place into Arctic temperatures. An easy job, the hero hopes. A quick in-and-out.

He swings the door in, and takes three full steps inside before realising he’s clearly disrupting something. Someone’s sitting on the floor, in the dark, near one of the boilers. He fumbles with the lightswitch, vaguely concerned, and when it finally flicks on he finds that the person he’s disrupting is the villain.

Or the ex-villain, anyway. He’d come here in flurries of broken apologies and begs for mercy. Something had clearly gone wrong with villainy for him to turn up on the agency’s doorstep. They’d let him in, a little begrudgingly, on the pretence that his redemption would come in the form of information. And he did just that—they’ve learnt more about the villains in the month he’s been here than they have in the past year. An asset, and hopefully an ally.

The villain turns away from the lights to wipe at his eyes, and the hero realises he’s disrupted a lot more than he ever wanted to.

“[Villain],” he starts a little awkwardly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” the villain snaps, but the way their voice catches traitorously tells the hero all he needs to know. The hero heard it, and he knows the villain knows that. “Piss off.”

He takes another slow step inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. He thought the agency had been working on the villain’s attitude—maybe not. “Is it something I can help with, at least?”

The villain shakes his head quickly, stifling a slight snivel under his sleeve. It’s a miserable sight. Maybe he just misses home. The agency probably isn’t much like what he’s used to.

The hero squats down in front of the villain as he tries valiantly to make himself as invisible as possible. The villain’s sudden burst of emotion is unnatural—he’s always so brash, so loud, so sure of himself. Even when he came to the agency for protection, there was an underlying certainty that they’d let him in. But this… this is raw. This is genuine.

The villain pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes with a sigh that’s a lot shakier than he probably intended. His sleeves droop with the motion, and the hero finally gets a hint of what’s causing this.

“Jesus Christ, [Villain],” he snaps a little harsher than he means to. He grabs the villain’s wrists before he can realise his mistake. “What the hell happened?”

Uneven splotches of blue and black rise up the villain’s arms, painfully dark against his ghost-white skin. More of them disappear under where his sleeves stop, and the hero has to resist the urge to push them back to look for more.

The villain looks horrified. He makes an attempt to pull his arms back, but the hero’s grip is so anxiously tight that all he does is tug the hero slightly closer to him. “I said it’s nothing,” he snaps. Or tries to, but his voice breaks on the last word and he devolves into tears.

The hero doesn’t know what to do. He simply settles on the floor in front of him and wraps his arms around his shoulders. The villain melts into him like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, his face buried into his neck and his hands grasping at the fabric of the hero’s shirt.

The hero’s at a loss for words. He just runs his fingers over the other’s back, quiet comforts whispered between them, until eventually the grief-stricken sobs die down into distant sniffling.

The hero ignores how his heart is twisting at every slight tremble in the villain’s shoulders. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asks quietly.

The villain doesn’t reply for a long moment, and the hero’s starting to think he won’t at all when he finds his voice. “I don’t belong here,” is all he says.

“Of course you do,” the hero says without thinking. “Things have gotten better since you got here, [Villain], you’re not—”

“No—I don’t,” the villain interrupts sharply. His face shifts against the hero to dip his gaze to his arms again, and suddenly it makes sense. “No one wants me here, but I have nowhere else to go.”

Another sob threatens to claw up his throat. The hero tightens his hold on the other reassuringly, rocking both of them slightly as the villain fights off another wave of grief.

The heroes. Of course, how did he not see it? They’ve always sneered at the villain, said their shitty remarks and pushed him around a little. This though—this is a lot lower than the hero ever thought they would ever stoop. His mouth is dry at the obvious conclusion that he somehow didn’t catch this. That he let it happen.

“I want to go home,” the villain continues with broken words, “but I don’t think I have one anymore.”

The hero’s chest tightens uncomfortably at that. He cards a hand idly through the villain’s hair, the action a comfort for himself just as much as the other.

Nothing he can say can possibly alleviate the oppressive pain the villain’s been through here. He just tucks the man into his frame, rests his chin on the top of his head, and thinks about murder.

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kentocidal · 8 months

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50. (Fluff) "this isn't adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you." with Katsuki Bakugo

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he came in through the window.

you were sleeping, or at least trying to, considering your bed always felt empty when he was away on long missions. not to mention the fact that you were worried because you hadn’t heard from him in, like, five days, but who’s counting?

you were. you were counting. five days 18 hours 31 minutes and 17 seconds without hearing back from one mister katsuki bakugou, the love of your life, one of the biggest pro-heroes in japan.

it hadn’t been uncommon, not by a long shot, but you hated it nonetheless.

however, in the present, it was as if he had heard your stuffy dreams and worries and came back to your aid, pushing up the window from outside (you didn’t have a balcony, by the way) and landing on your bedroom floor with a low thump.

you sat up straight in bed, now on high alert, ready to activate your own quirk at the intruder, but instead you were met with the darkened figure of your beloved. you sucked in a small breath as his eyes caught the streetlights just right.

he looked… he looked completely lost. a shell of himself.

he came back like this sometimes. not always, because he was older and more resilient now, but… sometimes he came back empty. and him climbing through the window and staring at you in the dark just goes to show that this was one of those times.

“katsuki…” you sighed softly, trying to make light of the situation, “you’re back. you scared the shit out of me, you know.”

he just stood there for another moment before wordlessly dropping his gauntlets to your bedroom floor, one at a time, making you flinch at the weight of them hitting the ground. “kats, what did i say about dropping your stuff like that? you’re gonna put holes in our floors.”

he grunted in response, sucking his teeth as he kicked one boot off, then the next, and you watched as something dark smeared across the floor. dirt? blood? you weren’t sure. you didn’t want to know.

bakugou moved then, finally closer to you, his large, lumbering form suddenly dropping to his knees at your bedside and making you take in a breath of worry. “katsuki? what’s going on? what happened?”

you shifted closer to the edge of the bed, and that simply allowed him to scooch closer to you and drop his cheek to your lap over the covers, reaching for your hands.

you blinked at him. he must have seen things you’ll never know of. he’ll keep it to himself, most likely, no matter how hard you try to get him to open up.

your one hand found its way to his hair, your other entwining fingers with his. you scratched his scalp, felt the sweat and the grime of fighting. his hand was wet and you hoped it was sweat. you couldn’t tell in the dark.

“you’re an angel.”

“what?” you carded your fingers through his hair and squeezed his hand.

“you’re a fuckin’ angel, that’s what i said.” he snapped right back at you, but there was no edge to it. “you’re always waitin’ for me to come back ‘n shit. even when i probably smell disgusting.”

he did, but that was besides the point. “honey, it’s okay. i understand. just because i wait for you doesn’t make me an angel. makes me a damn good partner, though.”

“i’m going to marry you,” he mumbled into the blankets over your lap, burying his face more into your clothed thighs, and you squeaked softly.

“katsuki, are you- i think you’re still running on fumes. adrenaline. don’t make promises you don’t want to keep.”

"this isn't adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you." he shifted his head in your lap to look up at you with those carmine eyes you had known for years by now. “i will. i’m gonna fuckin’ marry you. soon, too. i’ll do it right. shit like this makes me know i will.’

you felt your cheeks warm as you petted his hair in the dark, smiling softly at him. “i know you will. i’ll let you marry me… if you shower before getting into bed tonight.” “let me stay here for a little longer.”

“i am.”

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atom-writings · 8 months

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Hi!!!!!!

Can I request the main 8 with a poet/writer s/o?

The main 8 find their s/o's poems or writing about them and it's like how much they love them !!!

(hopefully this makes sense :D have a nice day!

Also your writing super coolio )

hetalia allies + germany with a s/o who's a writer

1.6k words ~ gender neutral heacanons + mini scenarios

tw: swearing, thats it!

a/n: i believe this is after the cutoff so its only 6 characters sorry! also ty :)

America

Alfred may not seem like it, considering his less-than-stellar attention span, but he can be quite an avid reader if he wants to be.

In fact, when he was travelling the western frontier, he often wrote poems himself.

He loves your work, (he’s always the first one showing up on release day!) but he doesn’t love how much time it takes away from you.

Seeing you exhausted and frustrated after a long night, trash can filled with discarded drafts, just breaks his heart. He’ll make sure your office is always stacked with

Alfred wasn’t usually so easily swayed by cheesy romances, despite his sweet soft for them. But now, reading your book, he couldn’t help flushing at every interaction his favourite couple had.

The one he was reading now, well, it just took the cake. Spending the day wandering East Potomac Park? It was something out of his dreams- just endlessly… familiar?

Wait, hadn’t he done that recently with you?

Oh.

He set the book aside, burying his face in his hands as he blushed wildly.

Guess the blue-eyed, blond love interest hero was a bit more than a stereotype after all.

England

Ah, a writer. Arthur has long admired the literary arts, having many a classic writer come from his home. Yes, he’d quite enjoy someone like that.

He loves reading your work, regardless of what it is, but he’d prefer you read it to him. Then he can get all of your silly little notes along with it. Just for him <3

Although he wouldn’t appreciate you spending all day working. He’s not needy usually, but by the time you two go to bed, he’s DESPERATE for your attention.

He tries not to disturb you, though.

From the moment he picked up your work, he could tell where your inspiration for the main love interest came from. Sandy-haired, green eyes, tall but not too tall, always how you had described him.

Of course, that made his reading even more of a joy.

The only thing that bothered him was how the protagonist described themself. Always dismissed, below-par, never worthy of his love. Now, that just wouldn’t stand.

So he began to write as well. In between the margins, on attached papers, on the sides, everywhere. Correcting every disparaging thought.

Then when he finished, he handed the book back to you, with a cheeky comment.

“It was absolutely wonderful, my love.”

Whether you ever saw the notes or not didn’t matter. He had made the book even more perfect, at least to himself.

France

As said before, Francis is a very artsy guy. Very artsy. Although he’s not always skilled at making art himself… so having another artist would help with that.

He’s absolutely the number one collector of your works. Every scrap, every trashed draft, every misprint, he’s keeping everything.

He’s also pretty ok with how much time it takes! It gives him time to relax, or maybe even join in working on creative projects.

Although he would insist on regular breaks. Fortunately, Francis is a hedonist at heart, so those breaks will always provide much inspiration.

True beauty is rare. Living for so long had proven that time and time again for Francis. It isn’t natural, it isn’t easy, and it never lasts. But…that doesn’t make the pursuit of it any more meaningless.

Even more rare than its existence, is the constant presence of it.

But when he read your poems, venerating and elucidating your own feelings, he felt as if he had found it. God, it was beautiful. Your words, unlike any other’s he had read in his many years, made him feel as if he was falling in love all over again.

Instantly, he was transported into your shoes, viewing himself in a light that had never been shone on him before.

He wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself now. It felt wrong- wrong to not give absolute reverence to this piece of art.

If he had had access to the Louvre, he would’ve kept it there. But, well, his kitchen wall would have to do for now.

China

Finally, some good fucking talent. He's very excited about his S/O being an artist! He's not much of one himself these days, but it's good to see the youth catching up to the old masters.

As much as he loves you, he's very opinionated. Everything you write he either LOVES or HATES. Though he's always excited to show off his favourites of your works, he's very proud of you.

Though he absolutely is not stand by while you spend all day sitting around and writing. Get off the couch and come with him, you're never gonna write anything real good if you don't have any life experience!

Because of that, he's gonna be a little hesitant to cater to you while you're writing.

Your last work was good, to be sure, but nothing like this. Your newest release blew him off his feet with ease, captivating him with every turn of the page. One of his favourites, he thought to himself, that'll be one he'd have to return to.

The only problem was that it was almost over already. He wasn't that much of a fast reader, was he? Well, I guess it's easy to go quickly if you love it.

And love it he did, to the very last page. Wait, this is the last page, isn't it? Why are there three more?

He flipped through them, his eyes quickly widening as he read the last page.

A love letter? To... him?

“Is this in every edition?” He asked you shakily, looking to you for reassurance.

“Yeah?”

“That's...” He brought a hand to his mouth, covering his blushing cheeks trying to hide the tears welling in his eyes, “That's such a waste of paper...”

Russia

Frankly, Ivan doesn't care much what you do. The most exciting part of you being a writer to him is just that you'd need to spend plenty of time at home.

But he'd always read your work. (Especially rough drafts, he's really good at being blunt but not mean.) And as time goes on, he'll fall in love with your talent more and more. Despite his country's many famous writers, he thinks none of them stack up to you.

He wouldn't mind how much time you dedicate to your craft, but he'd make sure to take good care of you while you're writing. He's truly very worried about you withering away in that desk chair of yours...

“Oh, I absolutely loved the part where-“

Ivan had been ranting for hours, going over every single detail that had caught his eye. Every time he thought of something new, it would lead to another excited train of thought. But there was one thing they all had in common... he really loved one character.

”He's strong!“ He'd gush, ”He's kind, and loving, and I just want him to have a happy ending!“

You let him explain over and over again how much he looked up to this character, wanting to change to be more like him in every way.

But it wasn't until he calmed down a little bit that you felt it was time to reveal the truth.

”Yeah, you know... he's based on someone I know.“

”Really? Who? I must meet him!“ He clasps his hands together in excitement.

”You, you big dummy.“

He pauses for a moment, his smile fading. He looks upset for a moment, trying to figure out how.

”But... but I am none of those things.“

”You are to me. I mean, whenever I thought about you... I'd just write that character.“

He laughs awkwardly, “You are joking, right?”

“No, of course not. You're strong... and you're kind....” he shifts away from you, tears welling in his eyes, “You're loving... and... and I'll give you a happy ending, ok?”

Before you can react, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, burying his face in your hair.

”Promise?“

”Promise.“

Germany

Ludwig would definitely love a S/O who writes. Mostly for one specific reason, though. Writers, well, they see the world in a different way. Whether that be in a more romantic, more objective, or more sympathetic way, he doesn't care. He wants to talk things through with someone like you.

He wouldn't be a total fanboy, but he'd still love your work. Although, he might not show it the way you want... it's hard for him not to criticize. He wouldn't be too harsh though!

He wouldn't mind how much you get sucked into your writing either. He knows what it's like to be dedicated to your craft, and he won't bother you too much.

Ludwig had never been an emotional person. Never, not once, throughout his many years was he truly moved to tears by fiction. Art depicting real life? Of course, many times. But he simply never found fiction as compelling as reality.

That was, of course, until he read your own works. Now, going through what you had so effortlessly created, he couldn't help tearing up at nearly every turn of events.

The way you were about to put him into the character's shoes without him even realizing, forcing him along the same journey they had gone through. It was... stunning, to say the least.

But when one of the characters began to fall in love, it was like nothing he had experienced before. Not because of any significant jump in quality, but just because... you had written it.

For a moment he sat in silence, pondering the book when he realized.

Was this what it felt like for you to fall in love with him?

It sent a chill down his spine. No, he didn't feel any differently, not at all. But... he had assumed you couldn't possibly love him as much as he loved you. Except... now?

Well, if this was how you had felt. He couldn't possibly let you go anytime soon.

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The smell of salt alerts Time to something amiss. The cub is missing, as is Twilight. His protege is scouting the area, so there’s nothing to worry about there.

Link, or Wild as the wolves nickname him, should be in the den-cave.

The hollow holds his scent, but the boy is missing. Breathing deeply, Time follows the scent of tears.

The hero curses the goddesses as often as he thanks them. The curses are for the blank slate of a child stuffed into an empty shell and burdened to save a crumbling land. The gratitude is that he and Twilight are allowed to help ease the burden, even in some small way.

The salt is getting stronger and his ears flick at the sound of stifled sobs. Twilight might have an edge on him as far as stealth, but he’s growing better at hiding his golden bulk and softening paw steps.

Wild’s found a crack between two trees growing together and crammed himself inside. Time questions how he manages to fit, but fit he does.

His sobs are quiet, barely more than shuddering breaths and shaking shoulders. Even new to the world, Wild quickly learned silence can keep him safe.

Of course, Twilight and Time do their best to protect him. Sometimes he’ll hum along with Twilight's howled songs. The intelligence in his sharp gaze is clear, but he struggles to speak.

Neither wolf can sign like this, but Twilight is adept at transferring words into motions and actions. Time picks it up quickly and finds instincts fill in the holes.

Wild, thankfully, picks it up nearly as quickly. The flick of his ears clearly shows when he’s listening but ignoring them. He growls and huffs and snorts in clear mimicry of their vocalizations.

He’s a sponge for information; if only it came from hylians and not wolves. Hyrule is empty of all but animals so far. There’s traces of humanity, but it will take time to find them.

Silence fills the woods and Time focuses on Wild again to find wide eyes staring back. He presses further into his hollow, ears pinning back.

Okay, Time tries to say, wagging his tail. Okay, not angry.

There’s no reason for the cub to feel guilty, but it seems to be a default emotion.

He tilts his head, letting one ear flop and giving a little whine to get the point across. What’s wrong?

Wild bares his teeth in clear dismal, but doesn’t back it up with a growl.

Time whines again and edges closer. Not leaving.

Sniffling breaks the standoff and Wild scrubs at his eyes. “Scared.” The Hylian word is rough, but it makes sense at least.

He whines again. Why?

Curse that he can’t have the conversation he needs with the cub. A wolf’s vocabulary is limited, especially when trying to provide explanations.

The next words are garbled and Wild flaps a hand vaguely, obviously annoyed. The tree hollow is doing him no good, so Time pokes his head in and gets his teeth on a corner of the tunic, tugging.

The cub tumbles out in a sprawl of limbs, but doesn’t get up. The tears are starting again, tracing lines down his cheeks.

Time doesn’t hesitate to crawl half on top of Wild, trying to convey with weight and body heat that the other is not alone.

Fingers twine into his fur and Wild buries his face in his ruff.

Sad, says his body. But more than that, guilt, worry, shame. The tense set of his shoulders is all too familiar; Time’s worn the same expression.

Cub?

“Zel…Zelda.”

He stiffens, then relaxes consciously when Wild tenses in response.

“Zelda. Failed. My fault.” Worry, guilt, fear.

Oh, Cub. Time lets his head fall heavy on Wild’s chest. Hylia asks too much of this new spirit. If only he could explain that Wild did nothing wrong. He might not know the history of this empty world, but Wild is a Link. He sees the same dedication reflected in Twilight. None of them would give up, no matter how bad the odds.

Time can say none of this, though. Instead, he licks fresh tears away and lets the cub hide his face in his fur.

Wild deserves a real family, but Time and Twilight will have to do.

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ofallthingsnasty · 2 years

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Pairing: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic x F!Reader x Aizawa Shota | Eraserhead Tags: hard noncon, dead dove: do not eat, double vaginal penetration, yandere, established relationship (not the nice kind), double creampie, pwp Word count: 2.3k Summary: There are still things left to explore for them.

Note: Some time ago, the wonderful @akicore wrote this amazing fic - and it really got me thinking. So here it is, another pwp with my favorite (disgusting) duo! I’m not posting from my usual setup, so any formatting issues will have to wait another week for me to fix and I apologize for that. Requests/thirsts are open!

They’ve done everything, it seems. You’ve been pissed on, endured painfully underprepared anal sex, took hits and beatings with a smile when Hizashi wanted to play out his sadistic little fantasies, uttered every degrading little sentence you could ever think of, played dog and pet and whatnot. And by now, you know that protests are useless, that you’ll never get out of here. Between the unrelenting wall of muscle that is Shouta and the eerie ministrations of his husband, Hizashi, there is very little you can do, really. They’re stronger than you, two pro-heroes who have more wit than they let on, more experience with capturing than you could gain in your lifetime. Even if you did somehow manage to leave, if you were to go to the police, who would believe you? It’d be a ridiculous notion to anyone - two pros, two teachers at the ridiculously established UA, kidnapping a random woman, a nobody, to desecrate her, to turn her into their disgusting little sex toy? The concept alone could make anyone laugh. You’re too old to be blue-eyed and naive about how you’d be perceived and you’re too aware of your soft body to even try to fight back, to run. So you stay. And let them do whatever they want. They don’t see you as something to use - or at least that’s what they say. They still do it, only with lovesick eyes and gentle words. In fact, they consider you some ghoulish version of a wife. You’re gifted jewelry, given trinkets here and there - gentle kisses on the crown of your head when they leave for work, arms around you when you wake up in the mornings, coffee made just how you like it, your favorite food… It could be nice, you sometimes think, to be here out of your own volition. But you feel so little nowadays. Very few things incite shame within you now, make tears prick at your eyes. You’ve been used too often, have been made to do unspeakable things so that you don’t even bat an eye at most requests now. They don’t seem to mind, they prefer you complacent and demure. They don’t care about your pleasure, either. The elusive orgasm you’re allowed is forced out of you by rough fingers and eager tongues, but it’s a luxury, not the norm. Not that they’re particularly enjoyable, either. You have no delusion about coming today, either. You’re on your back, with Shouta buried deep inside underneath you. He reaches deep like this, and lazily fucks up into you as he holds you. If he’s in the mood, he’ll press two calloused fingers to your clit, but he mainly likes to lock your throat in with his left arm, just like now. Hizashi lingers over you, just as naked as you. His hair is down, still damp from the shower he took an odd hour ago. He smells nice, a familiar scent that wafts up your nose as he crawls just a little closer to you, his usual grin on his face. He thinks himself suave and charming every time he does it, when in reality it’s just your countdown for the real torture to start. You’re almost comfortable as you are right now, with Shouta only slightly moving and your cunt already adjusted to him. Whatever the other man has planned for you can only make things painful now. He’s usually the driving force behind the more degenerate acts you’re forced into, always the one to kickstart foul little obsessions between the two of them. His blond hair tickles your cheek as he leans down, so close you can feel his body heat. The world is only him for a moment, those vivid green eyes so close to your own, the smell of his breath on your lips. He says nothing as he stares you down, that wicked grin shrinking into something softer. You think he might kiss you but then he breaks away, nimble hands landing on your waist, abruptly stopping the motions of the man beneath you. There is a wordless conversation held between the two men, one you're not privy to. It’s nothing new to you, but it makes a shiver run down your spine. Who knows what’s in store for you today - you just hope they’ll go easy on you this time. But then Hizashi smiles. Shouta’s dick twitches in your cunt as he holds you just a little tighter, snug against his sweaty chest. His nose bumps against your head from beneath and he murmurs something you can’t quite decipher. “Come on”, Hizashi cooes at you, his hands sliding down to your already split open cunt, just grazing your clit as they move. “We’ll have to prepare you a little, hm?” One settles on the underside of your right thigh, the other one gets dangerously close to where you and Shouta are already joined. You clench at the contact - your inner lips are sensitive from being stretched and chafed, just enough that his gentle touch burns a little. He doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t hesitate even as your eyes go comically wide - he slips a finger in alongside Shouta’s cock and you hiss at the sensation. It’s not enough to be too much just yet, but you can still feel it, every single bump and dent of it. You don’t know why he would do this, though - is it the thrill of touching both you and Shouta? Does he want to make you more loose? But what for, really? Another finger slips in and Hizashi croons above you, something about how well you’re doing for them. You stare at him with a furrowed brow, both trying to figure out what his goal is and to ignore the ever-growing burn as he tries to scissor you open with something already inside. He’s painfully hard as he works you even more open and something tickles the back of your mind as you stare at his cock, twitching with anticipation. The realization hits you like a freight train - they’re trying to fuck you in the same hole. They never outright discuss their desires with you, you’re never a part of those conversations because if you were, you would get to say no. Your breath is knocked out of your lungs as you go limp against Shouta, the motion awarded with praise and another finger. You can’t take it- you won’t- it won’t fit. Your thoughts run wild in your head, a never ending circle of no, no, no, you’ll break me- you’ll hurt me. And for the first time in months, you break your silent compliance, your obedience. “No, no, please-”, you grunt out, strained and meek. Words are spilling out of your mouth like water, words you don’t even register. Tiny pleas, earnest words of worry all fall on deaf ears. “Baby”, Hizashi brows draw upwards with fake concern as he stops his motions for a precious second. “Don’t be like that, now.” But you don’t care for his acting right now, nor do you care for the punishment that looms at your disobedience - you desperately want to get out of this, happy to take him in your ass, your throat, anywhere else, anywhere but your cunt. You can’t even imagine the both of them straining against the thin walls of your cunt. The arm around your neck tightens as you try to pry it away with clammy fingers and Hizashi looks at you with so much fake pity in his eyes you actually start to cry. “Please”, you sob in earnest, genuinely afraid of being hurt. “Not this. Anything but this, please.” He actually grins. And doesn’t say anything. You’re left to quietly sob and flail about as best as you can against Shouta, the man beneath you keeping you in a vice grip now. Hizashi watches your teary eyes for another couple of seconds, slipping his disgustingly wet hand out of you, watches his husband mutter words of encouragement into your ear. They don’t reach you. You’re beside yourself, panicked to the point that even Shouta’s cock feels wrong now, your pelvic floor so tight he almost slips out of you. You don’t know left from right for a terribly long moment, lost in the sea of fear. Slap. A sharp sting to your already sensitive cunt makes you still, forces your attention back to the blond man in front of you.

“No can do”, he says, light tone barely hiding the malice behind his words. He's enjoying this, you can tell.

You watch in desperation as he reaches for the little bottle of lube on the nightstand, as he generously spreads it all over his cock. Shouta is twitching inside of you, clearly enjoying the way you tighten with every breath of fear, with every sob that manages to slip out. Your eyes are wide as you track Hizashi’s every motion above you, not relaxing like you should but clinging onto Shouta’s arm as though your life depends on it. Your nails are digging into his skin but he lets you, probably too eager for what’s to come to care. One more breath, then he prods at your stinging cunt, your eyes roll back and- He’s splitting you open. It’s worse than him forcing himself into your ass without much preparation, worse than that time Shouta had developed a habit of choking you until you passed out- it burns and burns and burns, pain so hot you can’t help but pull a grimace - anything to distract yourself from the feeling. It’s like an almost dry stab into you, even with him using lube beforehand. You can’t help but clench around them both in sheer distress, making the sensation even worse. Hizashi above you looks positively stupefied with every single inch he’s slipping into you. His eyes are looking at the ceiling, unfocused and nearly closed, his jaw is slack with the sensation of fucking both you and Shouta. He looks almost like he’s drooling while you twitch and cry under him, the polar opposite to his blissed out state. “Oh- fuck-”, he grunts as he bottoms out, his mean charade melting away with one single thrust, reduced to nothing but whines and the hard grip of his hands on your shoulders now. You’re only given a few, precious seconds to get used to both of them so deep within you, then he already starts to fuck you.

You’re so full. Only Hizashi is moving and god, you’re almost grateful for it. His pace is still slow but the burn is so dull that every in- and outward motion makes you gawk with discomfort. “It hurts, please, please-”, you writhe against the solid muscle of Shouta’s abdomen, even though it’s hopeless. Even if you were able to get free, they’d simply hold you down in a different position, they’re too worked up to stop now..

“Fuck, baby-”, Hizashi almost stutters, brows furrowed in concentration. “You feel amazing.”

There is a breathless moan from beneath you, something so soft and stunned it feels garish. It does very little to take your mind off the intense burning pain, no matter how uncharacteristic it is for Shouta. You can’t see his face, but he groans and grunts into your ear, clearly enjoying this just as much as his husband. The arm around your neck goes a little slack but you’re already too impaled by them to be able to scramble away, to even try to fight them off. You feel like a stuck pig, doomed to this torture. “Good girl”, he grits out, rough and right against your ear. You can tell how close he is by his tone alone, his restraint getting thinner by the second. “So good for us-” He gets cut off as Hizashi quickens his pace, properly fucking the two of you now. Your cunt only gradually adjusts to him, but it’s all more tolerable than before. You’re still not comfortable, but you can tell that you’re getting looser. Another thrust and you can feel something warm blossoming within you, your body giving in to the sensation. You’re basically dripping with sweat, lube and your own fluids, and the noises are so obscene you’ll never forget them. Hizashi is the first to cum, his hands tight on your shoulders as he tries to fuck you even harder - it’s not easy with him and Shouta sharing one hole but he doesn’t give up until he finds an angle where it works just so. It catches something deep inside you and you can only grunt in protest at the weird, sweetly stinging sensation, a pull that’s almost too much for you. In a second, his lips are on your neck, sucking and kissing as he whines and bucks into you, the pain of his sharp teeth almost covering up the strain on your cunt. He empties himself into you a few, sharp thrusts later, with a high-pitched moan and enough force behind it that it leaves you breathless. His cum is hot and wet deep within you, the unusual sensation making Shouta audibly moan beneath you - and as Hizashi slows, the other starts to rut up into you again, still so high-strung it doesn’t take him long to make a complete mess of you now; shooting his load just as deep. Your vision blurs with the sensation. The world around you grows just a little more quiet as Hizashi rests his full weight on you, slowly getting soft. You feel absolutely defiled - you can barely clench from how numb your cunt has gotten and from how much you’ve been stretched, their mixed seed dripping out of you. There is a hum just beneath your jaw as Hizashi lifts his hips just enough to slip out of you, dragging an obscene amount of cum with him that splatters onto the bed beneath, a thoroughly satisfied sound. His voice is dripping with sweetness as he kisses your sweat-soaked skin, right on top of the bites he left. “There you go, good girl.”

#erasermic x reader #eraserhead x reader #present mic x reader #yandere erasermic #yandere bnha #yandere eraserhead #aizawa x reader #yandere present mic #tw.noncon #tw.yandere #/present mic #/eraserhead

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Pancake Bar War

Request from anon: hotch x daughter reader where they are having a fun day at home and its just a lot of fluff and stuff. i feel like you have been writting a lot of dark stuff lately so maybe this could cheer you up!🤍🤍

Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

Summary: Breakfast time in the Hotchner household turns into a delicious disaster.

A/N: This was so refreshing to write! Sorry it’s short! Thanks for looking out for my mental health Anon. It’s truly appreciated ❤️

CW: Fluff, food fight

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There’s always a bit of amnesia that comes with waking up in the morning- whether that be the inability to remember what you dreamt of last night, or the split second where you forget what day it is. Most people have both.

You flopped over and looked at your clock. 8:38 AM, Friday. The morning amnesia broke and a smile broke out on your face. You slipped your bare feet into socks and walked down the hall to the kitchen where your dad was already busy making pancakes.

“Morning dad!” You greeted him.

“Goodmorning, sweetheart,” he replied. It was always a joy to wake up to the sight of his own home and members of his own family rather than alone in a hotel room somewhere.

Of course, Hotch had been up for a few hours now- even though working at the BAU made keeping a healthy circadian rhythm nearly impossible, having two kids and a demanding job made it so he always woke up at 6 AM sharp. On a regular day, he would have had to get ready for work and help get you and Jack ready for school, but you had the day off that day.

It was a fantastic excuse to give the rest of the team a well-deserved long weekend. Aaron had some meetings in the afternoon that he couldn’t reschedule, but he was happy to at least have the morning with you. Normally it would have been you and Jack, but your brother and Henry had insisted on a sleepover. Even though Hotch had been reluctant to give up the extra time with his son, it was a chance for him to spend some one-on-one time with you; a rare commodity that he was happy to have.

Between helping Jack with soccer and him still being at the age where Aaron knew how to help him with homework, it was easy to find quality time with his son. He tried his best to spend an equal amount of time with you, but your high school classes sometimes had you buried in double the work he had and your extracurriculars were far beyond his expertise. Sometimes quality time with his only daughter could only come in the form of working and studying in the same room, so he was thrilled that the morning could be dedicated to some much needed time with just the two of you.

“You think Jack will be mad that we did a pancake bar without him?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Jack is probably eating super hero themed waffles right now. I think he’ll be okay.”

Grinning, you pulled the whipped cream and chocolate syrup from the fridge before moving to get the chocolate chips and sprinkles from the pantry. You cut up some fruit and added it to the line up, turning part of the kitchen counter into a toppings buffet for the large stack of pancakes that your dad was beginning to finish up. Leaning against the counter, you took the liberty of connecting your phone to the bluetooth speaker, quietly putting The Beatles White Album on shuffle. You couldn’t help but notice your dad's smile.

“Alright,” he said, putting down a plate stacked with golden-brown pancakes on the counter. “Breakfast is served.”

You grabbed a few pancakes and began to pile on the toppings to your liking, quietly humming along to Blackbird as it echoed in the background. When you were finished, you sat down at the table.

“So,” he began. “What are you planning to do today?”

“They’re running the local market down at the park,” you said. It was something you loved to do when you could- walk around and look at every strange handmade soap, craft, painting, or nick nack that local vendors had to offer. There was always a fun surprise somewhere, and over the years you’d gotten great at finding the market’s hidden treasures.

“I didn’t know they still had that,” your dad said.

“They don’t run it as much as they used to,” you replied. “But since we have the day off school, all the vendors are students. One of my friends asked me to get breakfast with her before she has to set up, but I told her I already had plans with my dad that couldn’t be canceled.”

Your dad chuckled. “Thanks.” He knew the comment was entirely sarcastic in nature, but he couldn’t help but want a little payback. You both finished your breakfast and began the process of cleaning up the kitchen. You were nearly finished cleaning off the counter of toppings when your dad stopped you.

“Wait, sweetheart,” he said. You turned to him. “You have a little something, right… there!”

You hadn’t even noticed that the whipped cream was gone, hidden away in your dads hand so he could leave a dot of it on your nose. Your mouth dropped open in surprise, and then widened into a smile. “Oh you are ON!”

With the bottle of chocolate syrup in one hand, you pointed it towards him, getting a glob of the sticky substance on his shirt before he sprayed more whipped cream at you, causing you to shriek and giggle while the content of the can was emptied in your hair. With all his sugary ammo gone, it gave you the opportunity to move in- squeezing the bottle to attack him with a projectile fountain of chocolate.

But Hotch was nothing if not brave in the line of fire (especially when that fire was a delicious condiment). He playfully grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, both of you laughing as you faked to struggle away from him. The bottle slipped from your hands and landed on the floor with a thunk.

“I surrender!” you giggled as your dad spun around, making you just dizzy enough that it reminded you of how you used to make him spin you around and around when you were a little girl. “I surrender!”

Your dad chuckled and put you down. Both of your pajamas were stained with chocolate. The sticky feeling of whipped cream coated one cheek and you could feel that it was in your hair. From the look of your dad’s shirt, he would have been the prime suspect in a serial murder case against chocolate bunnies and the syrup was smeared against his face. But his smile was the brightest you had seen it in years.

“Go get ready,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll clean up.”

You went back to your room and began running the shower, knowing it would take a few cycles of shampoo to get the food fight evidence out of your hair. Hotch looked around at the kitchen, sighing but still smiling as he grabbed the cleaning supplies.

You would be late to the market and he would be late to his meeting, but it was worth it.

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x daughter!reader #aaron hotchner x child!reader #hotch x daughter!reader #hotch x child!reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x platonic!reader #criminal minds x teen!reader #criminal minds x daughter!reader #criminal minds x child!reader

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transhawks · 1 month

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What kind of new quirk do you think he’ll get tho? I see people on twt going on and on about white/different and cooler wings and idk, that is just not a good fit for the narrative imo?

It's in the name; eyes and enlightenment. Something a little more like being covered in eyeballs.

That's all I want to say.

I do want to also add, I very much believe in a quirk awakening for Keigo, but it's not one that will lend itself to heroics. At least nowhere like it used to. The "Hawks the Winged Hero" part of his life is done and scheduled for burying.

#asks #hawks #i took my time answering this but this is what I at least expect if there is a hawks quirk awakening

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delicrieux · 2 years

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Hi lovely was wondering if you could maybe write a stranger things one with Steve. The reader is dustins older sister and is a bit bitchy with Everyone and one night when Steve’s over she upset and he sees what she’s really like and that she is actually human haha ❤️

THE STRANGEST THING | endless drabble series (summer edition)

summary: steve has a thing for dustin’s sister pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader a/n: i love stranger things. there’s nothing i love more than stranger things. i want 100000 season’s of this series even if it turns into supernatural. i do not care. give me more. also, used prompt 5. warm, breezy nights, with this req mwah ty sm for sending it in <33

masterlist. ☕. reqs are open for the summer prompt list!

part 2.

It’s a miracle. It has to be. Or...or, a tragedy. Something between the two extremes. Because Steve has seen many outlandish things happen at Hawkin’s, but this one takes the fucking cake.

He’s seen you angry. Seen you happy (a few times, maybe, he’s not to sure about that to be honest, he might’ve been hallucinating). Seen you cracking a joke or two at his expense (he wasn’t angry, they were funny, but then again, everything you say is funny and only to him). But he’s never, ever ever in the history of all evers, seen you upset.

It takes him aback. You Henderson’s are tough to crack, and to see you so visibly defeated is just uncanny.

You’re not the easiest to get along with. You’re a bit rude to their rag-tag team of heroes that save the world every other month without a thank you. A bit cold, a bit distant. A bit pretty, too, but Dustin would probably bury him alive if he was to ever speak it out loud.

From your bed, you notice him. Shit. You weren’t meant to notice him. He was supposed to be watching movies with Dustin in the living room, then going to the bathroom and not halting by your door. To be fair, you could’ve kept it closed. Then again, you probably didn’t think he’d be lurking around like some villain ready to spy on unsuspecting high school seniors.

That sounds horrible. He must explain himself immediately, “Just--” He waves his hand around, all smile and charm and perfect hair, “on my way to the bathroom.”

“Does this look like the fucking bathroom to you?” You snap back.

“Right.” He chokes out. Clears his throat. You make him stupidly nervous, “I just, uh,” He just what? The question is written all over your face and he’s already preparing for a lashing, “I was just on my way and...noticed that you seem a bit upset.” He smiles again, anxiously, trying to lessen the blow he’ll surely have to take after such a confession, “I thought it was strange, cuz, you know,” He motions to you, “you’re you.”

There’s a pause. He thinks he’s off the hook when, “The strangest thing is that nobody fucking asked, Harrington.”

Yeah, this isn’t going that well. At least he doesn’t have a thing for you, because that would make all of this worse.

You jump up and make your way to the door ready to shut it in his face but he’s quick to stop you, “Woah! Woah woah woah!” He raises his hands in a pacifying gesture, one that, surprise surprise, seems to work, “I don’t mean any harm, I swear.” Okay, you seem to be listening, so that’s a start, “You’re Dustin’s sister. You know I love that kid.” He admits this a bit quieter, partly because he doesn’t want the said kid to hear and partly because what he says is really fucking true, “And... so...” He shrugs. It should all be already obvious.

That angry spark seems to fizzle from your eyes. Your features soften and your shoulders droop and you look at him unguarded and okay--okay, right, he might have a thing for you after all.

“You can tell me.” He says, gently, afraid to scare you away, “If you want to, that is. I’m not forcing you or anything. Just...just, you know, you can always. Talk to me.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I dunno, maybe because I’m a nice person?” That got a smile out of you. Jackpot. A smile suits you better than a frown, but then again, everything looks good on you. He grins, “Okay, well, if you change your mind, I’ll be down the hall. Once I’m done in the bathroom. You should come join us, by the way.”

“I’m not into that nerd stuff.”

“(Name).” He says, wounded, hand covering his heart, “Don’t let poor Dusty hear that.”

“He’s well aware of that already, trust me.” You say with a small smile. There’s a pause of pleasant silence, then, “You should go before you pee your pants.”

“Yeah, I really should.”

And it’s not completely unexpected when you, despite not being into that ‘nerd stuff’, join the two of them on the couch and steal Dustin’s popcorn. You’re quite vocal about not understanding what’s going on. To be fair, Steve doesn’t understand either, but Dustin explains it pretty clearly. The movie is just the three of you talking. Laughing. Exchanging glances that don’t quite have a meaning yet.

Steve thinks that if all summer nights were like this, he wouldn’t mind. Maybe the three of you could go to a drive-in theatre on a balmy night like this. Or the two of you. He’s not about to say it, but if Dustin was to, let’s say, not tag along, it would be better. A whole lot better.

“Dude!” One, singular pop-corn hits his cheek. He blinks. Dustin is glaring at him, “Stop staring at my sister, it’s fucking creepy!”

"I wasn’t staring!”

“Like fuck you weren’t!”

“It’s fine, Dustin,” You say, “maybe he just had an aneurysm.”

“What the hell, (Name)?” He hisses. Dustin laughs.

Yeah, he’s not taking Dustin to the movies. Fat-fucking-chance.

hope you liked it! xx

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #stranger things x reader #imagine #imagines #request #reader #reader insert #xreader #joe kerry #summer snapshots

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tokusaatsus · 2 years

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Hello! that batch of confession hcs you did was so cute 🥺 hope you dont mind that Im asking for more! Midori and Tetora, please!

and maybe a little chiaki if someone hasnt already requested, as a treat

☆—MORISAWA CHIAKI

Who confesses first: Chiaki!

How: during a tokusatsu movie!

As a way for you all to end the day with some much-needed R&R, you and the RYUSEITAI gang have a weekly routine of watching movies at the end of the week together. Or, at least, you used to.

The movie is supposed to be chosen on a weekly basis, since that makes it so that everyone gets to choose at least once, but you somehow manage to end up forfeiting your turn to Chiaki every time.

You can’t help it! His puppy dog eyes are so effective, it physically pains you to turn him down…

But the Ryusei kids decide to put their feet down after the fourth time you agree to watch another tokusatsu movie as per Chiaki’s pleading request.

They’ve had enough.

After that, you’re forcibly booted out of movie nights.

“Sorry, senpai. It’s for the greater good.”

Shinobu-kun looks apologetic, at the very least.

Of course, Chiaki can’t stand to see any injustice happen on his watch and instead offers to have a special movie night with just the two of you.

You’re not even torn up about it, but the hopeful look in Chiaki’s eyes and the way he seems to sparkle at the thought of being your hero, even for a day, makes you agree.

Chiaki asks you if you want to pick the movie, and you say no.

The kids are going to be so disappointed in you, you think despairingly, when Chiaki picks–big surprise–a tokusatsu movie.

All things considered, even though Mechanical Violator Hakaider isn’t too bad, it’s still not something you’d consider watching in your free time of your own volition.

Though, Chiaki makes a rather nice snuggle buddy if you do say so yourself. He’s lithe yet muscular, supporting your body as you curl into his side, his arm around your shoulders, your face buried into him.

At the end of the movie, Chiaki turns to you with a somber expression and you wonder if you were that terrible a movie partner.

Instead, what he says next causes a blush to erupt furiously across your face.

“Is it…is it wrong of me to say that I’m…kind of happy that you were kicked out of RYUSEITAI movie night? Because I got to spend more time with you, alone… Sometimes I’m jealous that other people get to spend so much time with you… I love being your friend…so…is it bad that I want more? And I might be reading too much into this but…I think you want the same?”

You?

Goddamn.

You forget sometimes that Chiaki isn’t just the hero-obsessed meathead everyone likes to paint him as. That he’s actually pretty good at reading people.

You’re stammering, because he’s right, but it’s still really embarrassing to be found out like that!?

Chiaki frowns to himself. Was he wrong after all? Do you not like him the way he likes you?

Finally, you manage to choke out a simple, Y-yes, I like you too, and he’s all smiley again.

“Great ☆! So…can I kiss you, babe?”

Ooh, boy.

☆—NAGUMO TETORA

Who confesses first: you!

How: after RYUSEITAI practice!

It’s the end of the day, and you’re ready to kick back and relax with your friend. Except you can’t, since said friend seems to be missing?

You know RYUSEITAI practice has ended, since you say Morisawa-senpai and Kanata-senpai a few corridors away, so it’s logical to assume that Tetora went back to his dorm. But you know better, so you keep going to the practice hall.

And lo and behold, what do you find but you find your friend sweating bullets as he runs through the choreography again and again.

As you watch, he stumbles over a particularly tricky piece of footwork, then curses loudly.

Why can’t he get anything right? He’ll never be a real man if he lets things like this overwhelm him. He needs to be better.

You call out to him and he looks up, a deer in headlights. What are you doing here?

You tell him you didn’t see him anywhere, so you came to check up on him.

Shame sinks in. He worried his precious friend and caused you to come all the way to the practice hall to make sure he was okay. He couldn’t even notify you that he was fine, or ask one of his senpai to do it for him… He’s a horrible friend, he doesn’t deserve you.

Of course, you notice right away that he’s feeling down, so you offer to stay and keep him company while he practices more.

Immediately refuses.

“No way! I couldn't bother you like that, you’ve been working so hard! You should rest! I’ll be fine.”

It’s because he doesn’t want to impose upon you he’s saying this, even though he’d rather you stay with him then leave him alone. But that’s being selfish, isn’t it?

You tell him outright he’s not a burden.

“Toracchi, I would do anything for you. I don’t mind worrying about you, because I love you.”

He blinks. You…love him?

You flush, realising too late what you said, but keep going. You love him and you want him to be happy, so if practising late makes him happy, you’re happy to just stay and watch.

Brightens immediately after you say this.

His energy levels have risen up! He is invigorated by your confession of love!

“I’ll do my best this time, for you!”

☆—TAKAMINE MIDORI

Who confesses first: Midori!

How: by accident! Poor baby…

You’re selling some Valkyrie merch that you created yourself, and you’re proudly displaying your wares at a booth near the gardens. Mika, standing next to you, clutches your sleeve, a little embarrassed by the large sign he’s holding that proclaims, Come support Valkyrie, the most amazing unit ever ☆!

Most of the merchandise are pins, keychains and the like, but there are a few stuffed mascots you’ve painstakingly taken the time to create: a black kitten with two-toned eyes, a pink fox with a haughty expression, a smaller blond fox situated next to it, and a small white and pink bunny.

Midori stumbles accidentally upon your booth, but his attention is immediately grabbed by the adorable plushies seated primly in front of him.

Oh…so cute…

You notice where his eyes have drifted off to and smile brightly.

“Hi, Takamine! Do you want a plushie! I’ll give you a discount, 50% off for cute boys only ☆!”

He flushes a light pink and mumbles, sure, because you’re being unbearably nice to him and if you could turn that blinding smile away from him that would be great, thanks

You give him the pick of the pile, surprised when he goes for the bunny before anything else. He snuggles it close to his chest and a faint smile comes over his features.

Cuteeee, you think to yourself. +10000 damage to your heart!

That’ll be ¥500, you chirp. Thank you for your purchase, and be sure to support Valkyrie more in the future! because you can never resist the chance to promote your most favourite unit ever (though, RYUSEITAI is a close second!).

Midori means to say, thank you, I love it, and then hopefully leave so he never has to see your perfect smile directed at him again but his brain has turned to mush when he sees you run your fingers over the spines of the plushies like…you’re petting them…

So instead, what comes out is:

“Thank it, I love you.”

There’s a moment of intense silence, where your stubborn attempt to make eye contact after that bombshell clashes with Midori’s equally stubborn refusal to look up. Mika’s eyes swivel between the two of you like he’s watching an intense badminton tournament.

Kill me now, Midori thinks balefully. If the Gods have any mercy they will strike me down right this instant and let me rot in the hollows of the Earth.

The Gods, of course, do not respond. Stupid fucking Gods.

“Aw, thanks! I love you too!”

Midori cannot fucking believe his ears. Neither can Mika, if the wide-eyed look on his face is anything to go by.

Oh dear, this is too much. Midori nearly falls flat on his face as he runs out of the area as fast as he can. Love you, babe~☆, your voice trills out behind him, and he feels his heart race.

Hnnnggg. He buries his head into the plushie’s stomach. You were way more trouble than you’re worth.

Oshi-san’s not g’na be happy, y’re fraternisin’ with the enemy, Mika warns. You giggle.

“Don’t be silly, Mikkun. Takamine’s too cute to be the enemy. Now…Amagi on the other hand…”

☆—notes!

WC: 1.4k words

kldsjfkdj hi anonnie! i hope this fits what u were looking for! midori’s part ended up being longer than expected (it’s even longer than chiaki’s!??!) but i had fun writing this ahahah. actually this is my first time writing teto ‘n midobean so sorry if they’re ooc qwq not me slipping in my subtle valkyrie agenda…but it is my duty as a valkP anyways, i hope u enjoy this! muah <3

#✒️...scribbles!#morisawa chiaki x reader #nagumo tetora x reader #takamine midori x reader #enstars x reader #morisawa chiaki #nagumo tetora #takamine midori #ryuseitai

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actress4him · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 18 - The Shadow and The Brute

More of the Brumaria Hero/Villain AU! This one takes place much later than the first. Bruno is only mentioned, but he belongs to Izzy!

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

The Shadow of Death Masterlist

No. 18: Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”

Contains: lady whump, interrogation, restraints, broken bones, beating, referenced internal bleeding, burns, mild gore, flashback, parental abuse, foster care references

The steel rod cracks against her ribs.

“What is The Brute’s real name?”

“I don’t know.” A lie.

Again, on the other side.

“Where does he live?”

“I don’t know.” A lie, and screw him for taking her there and making this even harder for her.

Another hit, this time to her stomach.

“Who else does he work with?”

“I…don’t…I don’t know.” Also a lie. This one’s her fault, though, for stalking him and his team to find out who was hurting him.

“Oh, I think you do know. I think you know all kinds of things about the heroes, and The Brute, especially, that you’re not telling.”

He hits her ribs again.

“I hate the heroes,” she spits. The truth. Or at least, it was the truth. Now, she honestly doesn’t know how she feels. “You know I do.”

“It certainly doesn’t seem that way, not the way you’ve been cozying up to them lately.”

Kamaria doesn’t say anything in return, still trying to catch her breath, and there’s a pause from the rest of the room, too. She strains her ears, trying to figure out if he’s choosing a new tool or the next spot to strike. She hates being blindfolded, hates not being able to see what’s coming. Which, of course, is the exact reason why he does it.

“Harder.” Her father’s voice. He is still in the room, then.

She catches the footstep that comes toward her and tenses in preparation, but there’s really no way she can ever be prepared. Roderick doesn’t stop to ask questions this time. He just hits her, again and again and again, all across her stomach and ribs. With her arms restrained out to each side she can’t curl in to get away from it. She can feel things breaking and bruising inside of her. She can’t take a breath for the entire time the rod is coming down, can’t scream or plead even if she wanted to.

When it finally ends, she spends just as much time coughing, retching, and trying to gasp in any air she can get. She’d throw up if it hadn’t been days since she’s eaten anything.

“What is The Brute’s real name?”

Bruno. His name is Bruno, two whole letters different from Brute because he’s an idiot.

“Where does he live?”

In a bachelor pad apartment, second floor, on Broad Street.

All she has to do is say that out loud, and it ends. For literally half of her life, fourteen years, she’s done whatever it takes to protect herself. Played the perfect, obedient foster child even when the families had already decided she was a troublemaker for having superpowers. Learned to fight and to kill from the villains. Went on all of their missions, whether they fit her own agenda or not. Followed all of their rules as best she could and gave in to their demands.

But she can’t give in this time. She doesn’t care what they do to her, not when the alternative is them doing the same and worse to the only man who’s ever treated her with kindness. He’s far more worth protecting than herself.

This time she doesn’t hear him approaching and is caught off guard by a hand burying itself in her curls, yanking her head backwards. Her quick intake of breath throbs in her ribs.

“I will make you talk. You and I have been at this game for far too long for me not to win in the end.”

The cold tip of the rod presses into her bare stomach, and she bites down hard on her lip to keep from crying out. There’s no way that she isn’t bleeding internally somewhere. The only good news is that he’ll know that, too, which means that surely this session won’t last too much longer. They want her alive, after all. For now.

“I have a meeting to attend,” her father announces coldly. “Do whatever you need to do to get results.” A door opens, then closes again.

Her hair is released, and there’s a loud clank as the rod is tossed aside. It’s simultaneously a relief to know that part is over and terrifying to wonder what’s next.

“All you have to do is tell me what you know about The Brute, and this will all be over.”

She feels the heat a split second before it fully hits her. Fire envelops her right side, spreading from her waist all the way up to her shoulder and out across her arm. Kamaria throws her head back and screams. Her skin is blistering, charring. She’s half in the past, half in the present, watching her childhood home go up in flames while losing her footing and dangling from the chains.

“Where does The Brute live?” Roderick is shouting.

She can’t stop screaming. Mom…Mom please…

His hands are on her face, still warm from using his power. She didn’t even realize he’d stopped. It still feels like she’s on fire, the intensity of the heat hasn’t let up at all. She isn’t screaming anymore, but she’s groaning, sobbing, trying desperately to get herself back under control while visions of her mother are pressing at her mind and most of her body is in excruciating pain.

Chains rattle, and one wrist is freed. She drops to the floor on top of a leg that was broken two days ago, but hardly feels it over the burning in her side and arm. The left wrist is released, but she’s dragged backwards by that arm until her back hits the wall and it’s restrained again, just above her head.

Her right shoulder feels strange. Dislocated, probably. She can’t distinguish that pain from the pain of her skin.

She doesn’t know she passed out until he slaps her across the face to wake her up. “Here. Take it.” Something heavy is deposited in her lap. She knows almost immediately what it is, but it takes a moment for her to convince her arm to move. The skin pulls, and she nearly whines aloud. “Hurry up.”

Her hand shakes as it finds the stem of the plant he gave her, clutching on tightly. One of these days, he’s going to go too far, and she won’t be able to use her power to save herself. Then where will he and her father be?

At least then Bruno will be safe.

The energy she siphons from the plant is warm as it floods her body. It’s usually somewhat soothing. Right now, more heat is the last thing she wants to feel. But she keeps going, pulling all she can, knowing this is the only chance she gets until he nearly kills her again in a day or two.

Energy does nothing for pain, unfortunately. When the plant goes limp in her hand, completely spent, she feels very little difference from when she started. But she should be stable now. The energy will jumpstart her body’s natural healing process, allowing it to work faster than usual so that she doesn’t actually die.

It’s their failsafe. Their excuse for continuing to torture her for as long as they want.

Her arm drops back down by her side, and the plant is removed from her lap. Her head lolls against the concrete block wall. Roderick rips the blindfold suddenly off her face, taking strands of hair with it, and pinches her chin between his fingers so that he can look into her eyes.

“This is just going to keep happening until you cooperate and tell us what we want to know. Is that what you want? To keep being in this kind of pain?”

She doesn’t have the strength to answer him.

Releasing her chin, he stands, looking down at her. “Think about it. I’ll be back before you know it.”

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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May i ask fluff headcanons for Saitama and Tornado with their s/o? Thanks!

Of course you can, my lovely anon! Thanks for the request and I hope you’ll enjoy! I don’t often, if ever, get the chance to write for OPM so it’s nice to get the opportunity to practice the characters!

Saitama

Saitama loves his manga. He also loves his partner. So, is it any surprise that he likes to combine the two? If he knows his partner is a fan of a particular manga, he’ll read up to where they are and then he’ll make a point out of reading any new volumes together with them. He likes having them curl up against him or in his lap and he’ll hold the book as they just relax and read together.

He normally lets his partner win at video games they play together. If his partner catches on to this and complains, he will start to play seriously against them, but he always feels bad when he wins and just a little pissed if they end up whooping his ass in game.

If he knows his partner likes it done or if they specifically ask, Saitama likes to brush out and do their hair up for them as just a pleasant little domestic thing in their relationship. He’s actually absolutely abysmal at doing hair to begin with and tends to yank when encountering knots while brushing but he also is quick to realize these facts and honestly puts a fair amount of effort into improving in his abilities in both areas.

Tornado

Tatsumaki hates most people and her sharp tongue is in full display in most of her social interactions. She doesn’t form close ties easily and sees a lot of relationships as meaningless. So the softest, most loving thing she does for her partner is simply showing up, being consistently there with them, and making real efforts to speak softly to them and avoid her usual insults. Sometimes she does lose her patience or temper and will snap at them, but she’s almost always just as hurt and horrified by her actions in these cases as her partner could possibly be.

Tatsumaki has horrible nightmares and, if she’s sharing a bed with her partner (which she honestly prefers to do), she has a habit of getting clingy in her sleep in an unconscious effort to drive away the nightmare. Even if she wakes from the nightmare, she curls into her partner, wrapping herself around them and burying her face in their chest or neck and, in the extremely rare moments of vulnerability that only her partner gets to see, she’ll quietly whisper against their skin, almost begging them to please stay with her, at least until she falls back asleep.

She loves festivals, mostly for the food, but also because they’re always a fun date for her and her partner. She cherishes those times, getting to fully relax and enjoy without thinking about her Hero duties too much (though she will still occasionally think about them because she’s still who she is, partner or not). Her favourite part is grabbing candy apples and finding the perfect firework viewing spot, where her and her partner will sit, hand in hand, eating their sweet treat and watching the fireworks light up the sky.

#one punch man #opm #opm headcanons #headcanons #saitama #tatsumaki

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beckandthebois · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 4:Shock

I won't be doing all the prompts but I thought it would be fun to do a few of them! And they're all about Four so if you want some Four whump stick around.

Warnings:Lightening/Electricity

Summary: The Links have a sandy fight in the desert, and Four's had a little bit of trouble.

Words: 907

Also posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50766688

They were in some desert area, just recently having followed the dark lizalfos they’re after to another time period. Unsure of when in time they are,they walk through the sandy heat.

“You know, when I think of sand I think of beaches NOT deserts.” Wind says begrudgingly. He’s not one made for the dry heat of this climate, but more for the salty air of oceans.

“Well…maybe you should just get used to it,” Legend says, too tired and hot to think of a witty response to make fun of their youngest. The rest of the chain feels the same way. Most having taken off layers and putting them somewhere else to hide from the burn of the sun. They’ve been walking for hours at this point, and haven’t seen an end in sight. At this point, Four fears he’ll freeze if they have to stay the night in the desert. Unless maybe Wild has some firewood left.

Most of their trip is spent in silence, except for the shifting sand underneath their feet.

That is, it was silent, then Time stopped his trudge at the front of the group. The boys followed, looking at the oldest among them. Time’s hand held out to silently tell them to stop. The silence hangs above them all as they look around, slowly shifting around to look and watch each other's back, to see whatever it is that Time noticed.

An arrow flies over a sand dune on their left. Sky’s as quick as ever to lift his shield and block Warriors blind spot. A gang of monsters comes running down the dune, mainly lizalfos and a few wizzrobes. The heroes all unsheath their swords and gracefully with experience meet the monsters head on. The frustration of the dusty heat pushing them forward.

Four finds himself fighting a wizzrobe alone. Usually they have to fight the magic wielding monsters with at least two of them. But the other Links are all in their own battles, having been outnumbered by the monsters.

The wizzrobe shoots out an electric shock that has Four sliding to his right in the sand, kicking up dust as he moves.

Four launches forward, leaping off the sand to slash his sword at the undead wizard, getting a clean cut across the arm that isn’t wielding the magic staff. The wizzrobe then disappears, Four looks around to find it, but only ends up seeing the sandy dust in his vision. The other heroes nowhere in site, but their footsteps, along with the monsters must have made a mini dry sand storm in the wake of the their fight.

Four keeps searching, his eyes darting in every direction to see through the sand, a light, a source of magic, or to hear the taunt of the wizzrobe. But he never sees it, or hears it.

Instead he feels a jolt, and his whole body lights up, frozen in pain. All he sees is white, his body burning in pain and he can’t move, he can’t even breathe. What seems like all of his muscles are contracting and spasming. His left hand burns worse where it holds his metal sword, and he can’t let go of it to make it stop. His ear is on fire where a Minish feather burns to a crisp.

Then everything goes black, and he can’t feel anything for a second. He can’t hear either. It takes him a few seconds to breathe. Four feels the weight of gravity on him as he lays chest down on the sand. He picks up his head slightly to see sand. The dust still around, his mouth is full of it. The Four Sword lays a few feet away from him, half buried in the sand.

He attempts to reach for it, but gives up without putting in much of an effort. He feels so tired, and weak. He can’t tell if he physically feels anything or everything.

“...ur”

“..OUR”

“FOUR!”

A hand is in his vision now, attempting to move his head and body around. Hyrule is yelling at him, pulling his head into his lap. Hyrule's hand is running through Four’s hair, which is slightly charred black at its edges.

Four’s ear is also blackened from the ash and fire the feather that was once attached had caused. Four looked up at Hyrule drearily. Four’s hand comes up to reach out to him before it loses strength and falls on his chest. Hyrule takes his hand as Time runs into his vision on the other side of Hyrule, a potion in hand that he presses to Four’s lips.

It hurts, it hurts really bad, Four decides, and he doesn’t know what happened. He’s scared, in pain, and angry that he didn’t see it before, angry he was fighting alone. But he knows he’ll be okay, as long as his brothers are near, he’ll never have to rely on just himself to ease the pain.

The red liquid slides down his throat, and the little strength it gives him has him curling up into Hyrule's lap, leaning into his older brother and giving way to gravity and his tired body.

“Will he be alright,” Twilight asks from somewhere nearby.

“As well as you can be after being struck by the power of two wizzrobes head on.” Time replies back.

And then his consciousness drifts into sleep as Hyrule's and runs soothingly through his hair.

#linked universe #whumptober prompts #lu four #linked universe fanfic #Linked universe Four

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hjcoolartnerd · 1 month

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Continuing my few interactions for TDAS, Hope you enjoy these interactions. Giving Eric and Daniel Abit more screen time

Previous Episode:

Evil Dread

Episode 3: Saving Private Leechball

Recap:

Chris: “ last times on total drama all stars! Our hero’s and villains went digging for buried treasure, and uncovered a few nasty surprises *laughs* Eric’s got covered in itching powder while his brother laughs earning him a sucker punch in the nose by Scott, also Scott villained it up big time trying to sabotage the heroes, and when he got caught he didn’t take it so well. But in the end heroic hamsters were victorious, and Lightning fresh from a hungry night of exile on boney island made enough bony headed moves to get the royal flush from his team mates 14 competitors remain, which one of the. Will ride the sewer system next, find out right now on, Total! Drama! All Stars!”

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Villains at the looser cabin

Duncan: “ugh, I almost forgotten about these crudtacular cabins”

Alejandro: “let us hope it’s our only visit “

Scott: “*lays down* ow! I miss the hotel! Now that I know how rich people live everything I used to like stinks!”

Daniel: “that doesn’t look soft *goes to one of the bunks*oh they aren’t.., they feel like rocks! *scotts bunk breaks Daniel laughs*”

Duncan’s confessional: “Scott’s okay, at least with him you know what you are getting which is crud, but still nice to know”

Daniel’s confessional: “karma is a B I T C… or what? Jaja he totally deserved that after sucker punching me. Maybe I should get him more hurt tomorrow. Also I better keep working magic on Gwen if She allies with me guess who joins? No it’s not Scott…nor Alejandro…nor Jo… no Heather…”

Alejandro: “well goodnight gentlemen!”

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Heroes at the Spa hotel

Eric: “oh my gawd! This bed is supper comfortable! Is like sleeping on a cloud!

Mike: “*satisfying Sigh* this is the life!”

Cameron: “yeah, but I feel a little guilty looking at Sam’s empty bed. I hope he’s okay over on boney island.”

Eric: “he is a survivor like all of us he will be okay… maybe hurt to the bone but he’ll be fine.”

Eric’s confessional: “I should have gone to exile instead of Sam.. but he beat me to it.. tomorrow I plan to work hard on the days challenge! I do t want us to loose and get booted 3rd”

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Cameron: “I’ve never seen eggs so perfectly hardboiled! The odds are 10 trillion to 1”

Eric: “maple Bacon let’s never lose again!”

Courtney: “it’s not all perfect “

Eric: “and here comes miss Karen *mumbles placing one hard boiled egg in my pocket like Cameron, and zoey and Mike with bacon and Sierra with Toast*”

Courtney: “Hey Butler! I’ve got a problem! This juice is at least five percent too pulpy. I thought you were supposed to cantor to our every… *butler returns* oh that was fast… but I’m sure it won’t be *drinks* perfect!”

Eric’s confessional: “yeah Courtney is the type of customer whose food id spit if I found her at my job. Why treat the people who handle your food badly?”

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*Daniel’s notices Jo, Heather and Alejandro trying to make a play with Gwen.*

Daniel’s confessional: “so Alehandjerk, old Heather and Miss Josephine sweatpants are trying to make a play on weird goth girl , I need to step up my game if I want her on my side. I have to beat them to it or else I might be Toiler food! And I know how to try and get her on my side. She wants to make amends with Teen Karen!”

Daniel: “hey Gwen! Have you thought about a way to apologize to Courtney.”

Gwen: “I’ve thought of a lot of ways… but she is glaring at me and it’s hard to even apologize to her.”

Daniel: “Maybe keep trying to do good deeps for her, it will wear her out! It works on my teachers at school, and Courtney is kind of like a teacher.”

Gwen: “you think it would work?”

Daniel: “absolutely!”

Daniel’s confessional: “I have no clue! Teen Karen is well… a Karen.. she’d be the type to ask for a manager for a stupid thing like an employee asking her if she wants dessert when she said her order was complete.”

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Chris: “soldiers! Let’s all welcome back, exiled hamsters Sam!”

Zoey: “hey Sam! How was exile?”

Sam: “aside from the blinding hunger and bear attacks pretty good actually, *sam falls*

*the team runs to him*

Mike: “ don’t worry buddy, we smuggled you breakfast!” *they all pulled out what they brought for Sam*

Sam: “you bots, are expert level awesome!”

Sierra: “Courtney what did you bring Sam?”

Eric: “yeah. Courtney. What did you bring?”

Courtney’s confessional: “no one told me we were doing that!”

Eric’s confessional: “yeah I purposely didn’t tell Courtney to make her look even more bad. I mean look at her! She did this to her self when she became a Karen ”

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Chris: “as winners of yesterday’s challenge the heroes get a full one minute head start! *heroes cheer* ready? Set! *chef shoots Leech gun leech falls on Scott’s face*”

Scott: “ouch!”

*Eric’s looks at Scott with a worried expresion but he runs with his team Daniel notices this*

Eric’s confessional: “Focus Eric! I gotta focus! I can’t let a guy or girl distract me again! After criticizing Heather, Gwen and Courtney in World tour I can’t be seem like a hypocrite now!”

Daniel’s confessional: “what the? Does Eric cares about Scott’s Well being now? When last season he laughed at Him? I don’t understand those two? First they were at Each others throats and now the6 care for each other ?!”

Heather: “know who could outrace the hamsters even with a head start? Lightning! Way to ruin everything Jo!”

Jo: “We all voted him off, remember?”

Alejandro: “we may not need to worry*points to the hamsters as Sam’s stops tired but Sierra and Mike return to help him*”

Gwen: “*sighs happily* now that’s team work!”

Heather: “yeah Work together now! Crush each other later! Like you and Courtney!”

Gwen: “what?!”

Heather: “the allergy bouquet, the stink bomb! I love how you insist you wanna be friends so she never sees it coming .”

Gwen: “uh…”

Heather: “talk about evil genius”

Gwen: “but I didn’t really did those things on purpose! really!”

Heather: “sure *winks*”

Daniel: “don’t worry Gwen I know you didn’t”

Gwen: “thanks Daniel, i appreciate it!”

Chris: “Villains! You are up in 3, 2, 1 *chef shoots and the leech falls on Scott again*”

*the villains start running*

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Courtney: “Move it! Hussle or so help me you’ll never see another sunrise!”

Eric: “wow easy Courtney! The man is injured! Flip the witch switch back to Off! We need to work together and support him. No man left behind!”

Courtney: “Shut it Eric! Or I’ll make sure you are the next one to be flushed!”

Mike’s confessional: “Courtney is kind of scary some times…. *mal shows up* and I love when things get scary! *mikes returns* so, uh what was I saying?”

Eric’s confessional: “okay I never did anything to Courtney so she treats me like that? Sure I did sided with Gwen when the whole Boyfriend kissing happened but, she was asking for it? Duncan and Courtney were toxic together, a on again off again thing…… oh now I see why… jaja”

Sierra: “does anyone knows where the heart of the Forrest, is exactly?”

Eric: “we’d have to verify. If I recall in season 1 nor season 4 we have never gone to the heart of the forest.”

Zoey: “then I’ll go get a better look! *she starts to climb a tree*”

Courtney’s confessional:” Zoey has some seriously impressive skills, and that is why she’s got to go”

Zoey: “over there!”

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Courtney: “the big one! Go for the big one!” *villains appear in front of the crate*

Mike: “wow! Where’d they come from?”

Daniel: “best team ever!”*Heather blows a raspberry*

Duncan: “*laughs and points* suckers!”

Courtney: “ the small one! Go for the small one!”

Eric: “no kidding!” *rolls eyes*

Courtney: “gross!”

Mike: “guess this is this is the low tech crate alright!”

Villains: *cheer*

Jo: “Who needs lightning! Am I right people?”

Daniel: “what ever Jo.” *duncan opens the crate*

Duncan, Scott, Heather and Jo: “I’ll take the cannon! No I’ll take the cannon! *goans*”

Alejandro: “We use it as a team right Gwen?”

Heather: “yeah! Obviously “

Jo: “that’s what I was going to say! Woh go team!”

Duncan’s confessional: “so Heather Jo and Alejandro are making a play for Gwen. Why isn’t anyone trying to work me? Probably because I can’t be manipulated! But they could at least try!”

Daniel’s confessional: “Those three are so obvious! Even a dumb girl like Lindsiot would know they would be trying to manipulate her. Like Can’t they be more discreet?”

Eric: “*walks to Scott holding his bucket and his slingshot* hey Scott you okay? I saw that a leech fell on you?”

Scott: “*taken a back* huh? Yeah huh I guess it didn’t hurt! I’m a strong as an ox *he smiles before trying to act villainous* and why would you ask about me huh? “

Eric: “well you screamed ouch? I’m just checking you don’t making things easier for us. *he said but they were making eye contact*

Daniel’s confessional: “are you seeing this? Those two are so obnoxious! Eric should have learned after what happened with that pretty boy from action! Discount alehandjerk … “

Eric’s confessional: “for those wondering I don’t have feelings for Scott! He just seem more goofy now than ,last season, he seems more like the real him, I’m not attracted to his handsome freckled face… or that fire hair or those deep blue piercing eyes…. no! Focus!”

Scott’s confessional: “Eric was annoying last season as the rats ,mentor but now he seems nicer? More like a person I would talk to? He doesn’t seem as uptight as he was? Probably because I’m not in his team throwing challenges… but his hazelnut eyes, his cute smile, those black locks! He is adorable! … but n-no I don’t like him! He just seems like a possible, alliance member for the merge!”

Screen in half Eric and Scott’s confessional: “Who ever thinks I like him will get a punch in the face! This is only strategic! Being nice to him and pull him into an alliance, no matter how much I want to ki…. *they blush and stop* like I said strategic”

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Heroes

Courtney: “ of course the villains, get machine gun shooters. We’ll never beat them with these puny slingshots.”

Cameron : “ sure we can!”

Cameron and Sierra: “ if we are stealthy and score 1st * they high five as Mike drops Sam*”

Eric: “ yeah, Courtney, you don’t have to drag us down with your pessimistic thoughts. “

Courtney: “ uh. nerd, love if you kiss in front of me, I will throw up *turns to eric* I didn’t ask for your opinion Eric”

Cameron: “ Sierra and I are just friends, right Sierra?”

Sierra: “ yeah we are. I have a Cody waiting back home for me.”

Zoey: “ a cave! Sam can rest in there while the rest of us take on the villains”

Eric: “ good idea!”

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Sam: “uh, power, level low…”

Mike: “ should someone stay to guard him? It”

Courtney: “ I’ll do it I owe him for not bringing him some breakfast”

Eric: “ sounds like a plan, and not against that!”

Zoey’s confessional: “ I knew Courtney had a heart buried in there somewhere”

Courtney’s confessional: “ this is what the smart leaders do hang back and let the soldiers take the leeches to the face”

Eric’s confessional: “ you guys may be wondering why I wasn’t against Courtney guarding Sam. it’s very simple. Actually I know that she’s one of those people that prefers self preservation so the moment that she smells dangerous she’s going to use Sam as a human shield and if we lose the challenge it would be a win-win because we can get rid of Courtney. I feel like she should’ve gone an episode one.”

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Zoey: “we have to find the villains before they find us”

Mike: “stealth maneuvers, this sounds like a job for Svetlana *gasp*”

Sierra: “Oh, goody! She’s my favorite!”

Cameron: “svetlanna? Is that you?”

Mike: “*sighs* Nah still me”

Mikes confessional: “okay, wasn’t too long ago I couldn’t keep my alternate personalities in, now they won’t come out *hits himslef* ouch! Damned wall am I Chester? *rips off shirt* yo Vito! my shirts off come and get it. Vito? Anybody?”

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*pushing the cannon*

Gwen: “we’re easy targets like this, maybe we should ditch the cannon”

Jo: “ no way! I haven’t even had a turn to fire it yet! Isn’t that right sweetheart”

Gwen: “OK? Then we should split up”

Alejandro: “agreed I’ll go with Gwen”

Heather: “ no I’ll go with Gwen”

Jo: “ as if I’m letting either of you go anywhere with Gwen”

Alejandro: “please attempt to be reasonable *as he Jo and Heather argue*”

Daniel: “hey guys why are you fighting for Gwen? We can’t all go with her?” *a leech hits alejandro*

Alejandro: *screams* “I’m hit! *falls*”

Zoey: “Sorry, but not totally *runs off as people try to shoot her leeches, Daniel screams*”

Daniel: “Oh come on!”*he drops his machine gun and they can hear Eric laughing*”

Jo: *fires the cannon and it hits Scott*

Scott: “oh. Come on!” *he groans and falls*

Eric: “Scott!?” *he runs up to him Dropping his sling shots* “buddy you okay? *starts taking the leeches off scott*”

Eric’s confessional: “if I’m going to have Scott as an ally I need him at his best… but maybe going out in the open w(ere the villains are was a dumb mistake”

Heather: “so long sucker!” *shoots eric as Eric screams”

Daniel’s confessional: “Okay this is way more deep than I thought?! Eric is definitely in love with Scott! I have to stop anything to happen between them!”

Chris: “*laughs* that’s! Three points for the heroes and one for the villains!”

Duncan: “ but Zoey only hit Alejandro? And Eric hit Daniel”

Chris: “true but friendly fire counts!”

Jo: “ what dirt boy got in the way!”

Heather: “you can take your excuses and stick it in your *mike shoots her* ah!!”

Chris: “that’s four points heroes one for the villains!”

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(Next part is between Eric Scott Daniel Alejandro and Heather since Eric is out already)

Eric: “that’s the dumbest move I’ve ever done *,amages to take the five leeches Heather shot at him*”

Heather: “you think? You aren’t in your game Eric”

Eric: “you are one to talk? Both you and Alejandro out already? So sad *laughs*”

Daniel: “at least they were taken out by Zoey and Mike! Not like you taken out because you were worried about the dumb dirty boy!”

Eric: “*tries to stay calm* Me worried?! As If! I hate Scott!” *tries not to blush*

Daniel: “sure… just like Heather and Alejandro hate eachother!”

Alejandro and Heather: “shut it Daniel!”

Daniel: “touchy *laughs*”

Daniel’s confessional: “it’s easy to play Heather, Alejandro and Eric! Two of them are into eachother and I know most of Eric’s weaknesses perks of being his brother,”

Eric’s confessional: “ I really want to wipe Daniel’s grin off his mouth! He is more annoying than Bryan! And Bryan conspired against Heather to do a twin switch! That why I had pink tips in world tour!”

Heathers confessional: “I got to say Daniel is really Evil, but is he Bryan evil? He turned against his own sibling? Maybe I could recruit him as an ally! He might know Eric’s weaknesses. I get Gwen, with Gwen comes Duncan, and I get Eric, four votes for Alejandro next time!”

Alejandro’s confessional: “if Eric was in our team I think I could have convinced him to join me in a alliance, despite our past Eric wants the millions as much as I do, and right now Heather and Daniel are both threats!”

Eric’s confessional : “you know I’m happy I’m not in the vultures! Because if I did I would be their first target. And what allies I have in their team? Gwen only, and I’m trying to get Scott to side with me but Right now it work e useful, but it’s always good to have allies right?”

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Eric: “well I’m taking Scott to get those Leeches removed. *eric got up and tried to make Scott stand and held him with one of Scott’s arms around his shoulders. Eric walked off with scott*”

Daniel’s confessional: “okay this is getting out of hand! I don’t know my own older brother anymore.”

Alejandro’s confessional: “this is perfect! Is obvious Eric is trying to get Scott as an ally if I get Eric to ally with me! I can have 2 votea when the merge happens plus Gwen and Duncan if I get Gwen on my side.”

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Eric: *struggling to have Scott up, he sees Alejandro Hand walking to him*

Alejandro: “need assistance?”

Eric: “I’d say yes but you can’t use your legs so it’d be futile”

Alejandro’s confessional: “I need Eric’s trust and I know how”

Alejandro: “what if I to,d you this is all an act?”

Eric: “what do you mean?”

Alejandro: “*smirks as he goes a Down and the stands up with his legs* my legs are perfectly fine!” *but Alejandro didn’t know someone a Saw them being sierra*

Sierras confessional: “holy Cody! Alejandro is pretending? I saw right thru him but he just admitted that to Eric! Is he trying to play Eric? I need to ask him.”

Eric: “oh? So you are playing Heather and you team with a lie saying your legs don’t work?”

Alejandro: “you are smarter than you think! Listen Eric, I know you hate me”

Eric: “hate is an understatement”

Alejandro: “how about I help you take Scott to the informers and you can ally yourself with me! I know you have the most influence on the votes in the heroes, if you have me as an Ally you’d have another ally on the villains and have more votes and possibly Duncan’s vote. You and Gwen are friends right?”

Eric: “yeah I do have Sam, Sierras, Mike, Zoey, Cameron and Gwen’s trust. They are friends to me. And I’m trying to get Scott to ally with me too. So yeah”

Alejandro: “then perfect ally with me and we get rid of Jo, Heather, Courtney and Duncan when the time is right what do you say?”

Eric’s confessional: “I know Alejandro is playing me, but you know wha5 I’m going to let him think I’m with him! But when some threats are out, I’ll double cross him. That not evil when you are doing it to a villain! Besides. I would never double cross any one of my friends so once I get Jo Heather Courtney Daniel and Duncan out, the next one to go will be Alejandro. Leaving me and my friends and Scott.”

Eric: “deal!”

Alejandro’s confessional: “wow he trust me! He really is easily tricked! Once I get rid of all, those people Eric will be next!”

Eric: “make yourself useful and Help me with Scott”

Alejandro: “*goes to the other Side of Scott and Helps him up* wow he really stinks!?”

Eric: “really I guess sharing a cabin and a trailer with Owen’s farts really did made me immune to Scott’s smells.”

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*after the left Scott in the infermery*

Alejandro: “I’ll return to my team before they get suspensions!”

Eric: “alright Al, *he sees Alejandro hand walk away as he walks the other way and hears Chris announce*

Chris: “it’s six to three, heroes! One more point and the hamsters win!”

Sierra: “*walks to Eric covered in Leeches* Eric what were you talking with Alejandro? Didn’t you hate them?”

Eric: “Sierra do you trust me?”

Sierra: “kind of? You’ve never done anything wrong thru the seasons so I know you are trust worthy”

Eric: “then get this Alejandro is trying to manipulate me to try and use me as a life boat to get far in the game and he thinks I’m oblivious.”

Sierra: “so that’s why he let you know he can walk?”

Eric: “correct! He is trying to get me to trust him. But I’m just using him. If with his support we get rid of most of the villains and Courtney it will be just you, Me, Sam, Cameron, Mike, Zoey, Gwen and Scott in the merge.”

Sierra: “wait you already planned ahead? That’s really strategic of you? But what next? When most of the good guys are in the merge? “

Eric: “we start taking people out depending on how much of a threat they are. I don’t want to double cross anyone, so when the merge comes and it’s just us 7 I’d be honest and say that’s when our alliance breaks and everyone is on their own if they want.”

Sierra: “what if it back fires?”

Eric: “I never thought of that”

Chris: “six points to four! It ain’t over yet!”

Eric: “which villain is left? And which heroes al left?”

Sierra: “if I’m correct, Jo is the only villain left and heroes, is Mike Zoey, and I think Courtney who might have used Sam as human shield.”

Eric: “perfect! If we lose let’s vote Courtney!”

Sierra: “really?you want us to lose?”

Eric: “not at all I love the spa hotel! But if no thanks to Courtney we lose she should be out next”

Sierra: “agree! She is nothing but mean and bossy! I like Zoey as leader better!”

Eric: “same!”

Sierras confessional: “Can I trust Eric? His plan to get 7 people to the merge sound pretty evil! Considering the fact he is willing to work with Alejandro someone that Eric despised more than Heather and Eric in season 3”

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Chris: “this just in with a final score of seven points to four, the heroes win!… al though some of them, didn’t behave all that heroically. Courtney!”

Eric: “yes! Way to go!” *he high fives Sierra and Cameron*

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Daniel: “hey Gwen who should we vote for in this elimination?”

Gwen: “I’m voting Jo, most of us are.”

Daniel: “Alright Jo it is!”

Daniel’s confessional: “step two! Go with Gwen’s choice to vote off a villain! Check!”

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Vultures Votes:

Alejandro: Jo

Daniel: Jo

Duncan: Jo

Gwen: Jo

Heather: Jo

Jo: Heather

Scott: Jo

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Order in which they receive marshmallows

Gwen

Alejandro

Daniel

Duncan

Scott

Heather (bottom 2)

Jo (Eliminated)

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Chris: “but before we get flushing, I wanna do a little re shuffling! Today one villain acted more like a hero and one hero acted more like a villain, so pack your bags and switch your teams! Courtney and Duncan! *everyone gasps* and ass an added twist and more drama I also want to switch two more, just because I feel like it. Eric switch with Daniel!”

Courtney: “I don’t want to be a villain!”

Eric: “how is changing me to the villains Team makes more drama?”

Duncan: “I don’t want to be a lame o hero!”

Daniel: “this sucks! I’m not a hero! Why am I switching!”

Chris: “ yeah yeah, Just do it.”

Eric: *sighs crossing his arms* this sucks! *he walks to where the villains are and sits to Scott’s left*

Scott: “guess we are teammate!”

Eric: “*blushes and smiles* yes, guess we are” *he looks away blushing*

Eric’s confessional: “I might not be with the team I had the mayority of votes but…. This isn’t half bad, I have Gwen and I’m getting along with Scott so that’s something right?”

Daniel’s confessional: “this really sucks! A ream with Apology Brat, String bean, Mike, the gamer and the stalker. Great I’ll be booted next… oh and Duncan”

Daniel: “hey new team… *everyone but Duncan is glaring at him*”

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