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nox140497 · 2 months

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07. You're an idiot you know that?

Authors Note: Ok, so this was an idea from SandoraMidoriya, and I think it's a cool idea, and it inspired me to write this, so thank you!☺

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Y/n's P.O.V

It's been a couple months since Jason started to go out with us, and I really could not be prouder of my two little birds really I couldn't, and I love them more than anything in the world. Other than Bruce, obviously.

But on days like these.

Days like these that I truly want to strangle them and question my choices in life.

*Sigh*

Let me explain.

Ok, so us being members of the league means that our boys have met the children of the other leaguers. Now, for some reason Dick has formed a brotherly bond with the children/sidekicks/prodegés of Flash, aka Barry Allen, and Green Arrow, aka Oliver Queen

One Walace Rudolph West and one Roy William Harper.

Now I love these boys as my own, I do, but when the three are together, it usually ends in some kind of disaster.

And Thus,

we get to my current situation. The three of them figured that it was a good idea for Dick to teach the gingers how to do some tricks.

What's the problem with that, you may ask?

The thought it would be best to do it near one of the second floor windows.

The first thing I heard was the shattering of glass and then three screams of my oldests name, and in a flash (hehe sorry I had to) both Bruce and I were upstairs looking through the now broken window down at my bloody and probably broken eldest bird laying on the ground two stories down. I blinked a few times before I snapped out of it and sprinted back down the stairs and out the door. When I got to him, I fell to my knees and checked for a pulse. I found one and sighed in relief before hearing footsteps behind me. Looking behind me, I watched as Alfred came over and picked Dick up and took him inside and down to the cave. I was slightly paniced, but I also knew that Alfred would kick me out if I followed him, so I turned to the three panicing kids and walked over to them.

"He's gonna be ok, boys." I murmurred softly to them as I took all three in my arms.

Wally and Jay sniffed and nuzzled closer. I sighed as I slid my fingers through Roys hair, knowing he wasn't very fond of affection.

-------Time skip to when Dick wakes up-------------------

I walked into the room where the boys were all gathered. I leaned on the doorframe, taking in the scene of my youngest cuddling up to his big brother and the gingers on each side of his bed.

With arms crossed, I made my presence known to the boys.

"Now that I know you're all alive and in mostly one piece, does someone want to explain to me why you four thought that it was a good idea to practice infront of a SECOND STORY WINDOW!!???!?!" I asked, yelling at the end and glaring at them.

They all looked sheepish and remained silent. I sighed and walked over.

"Boys, I'm not mad about the window. Hell, Bruce is already organising it to get replaced. But boys, we CANNOT replace the four of you. You mean the world to Bruce and I. He doesn't always show it, but he loves you boys. All of you. Not to mention your parents. Boys, if something were to happen to you, we would not be able to forgive ourselves." I said in a soft, gentle voice.

"We're sorry, Mamma." All four boys said in unison, all looking down. I sighed softly and then smiled softly at them.

"Alright, you menaces, how about we go up and drag B out of his ofice to whatch a movie." I said, and all four boys perked up and nodded. I chuckled and helped Dick up off the bed and up the stairs.

The rest of the day was spent watching movies and eating pizza.

#batman #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #batboys #nightwing #red hood #red robin #robin #batmom

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buckysmith · 1 year

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Advent special 2

Christmas” headcanons

Ghost:

- do not play snowball fight with him

- I repeat do anything but that

- this asshole has a aim, he would hit you even if you are behind a wall

- he sees it as his personal mission to hit you with every single of his snowballs

- after this snowball masker, and after you're more than wet and cold, he carries you back into your home

- he apologizes while he does that like a billion of times

- he thinks your mad when your just cold, almost freezing

- you have to tell him that your okay

- he wants to take a hot shower with you, to get you both warm again

- kissing your forehead and praising you how good you played while his arms are wrapped around you

- that makes your checks hot cause of embarrassment

- you only hit him once, well not really you managed to punch the snowball right into his face

- but that isn't the reason for your embarrassment

- you not only punched that snowball right into his face, no, you managed to somehow tackle your boyfriend (you slipped) and because of that, both of you rolled down the fucking hill

- after that he teases you with that, even make fun of it

- it's not that you tackled your elite military husband or something like that... no, no, it's just that your clumsy

Soap:

- he loves to play in the snow, it reminds him of his kids and teenage years

- he also loves to make snowman, he makes at least one every single year, calling it Mister snowy

- mister snowy is a big part of his live, at least somehow

- you and him would make the biiigest mister snowy he's ever build, every single year again

- you even got him a scarf and a hat!

- watch your husband being exited like a child

- well- that child changes it's mood the moment he looks at you

- his smile would change into a grin, leaving an uneasy feeling

- you should run, you know that

- but he's way faster than you so expect yourself to be burried underneath him, face first into the snow

- you both would playfully fight, but he's careful not to hurt you in any way

- after that you both could fit as mister snowy the snowman too

- well- if we go with the red nose you both could be rudolph the red nosed reindeer as well

- and after you both are done with the snow and the with the sun long gone you both get back into your house

- a day like that would end in a hot bath with him being behind you, kissing your back and neck, murmuring sweet nothings while you listen to some Christmas songs

Alejandro:

- he's absolutely not used to the cold so he wouldn't like to go outside for long

- even though he has like five pants on, ten sweaters with the biggest jacket you could find in the store, he's still freezing

- he would loudly complain about the cold in Spanish

- watch him get angry at you when you threw a snowball in his face

- I swear babe, you should better run and get your ass somewhere safe

- he's after you like a hell hound

- well- not for long cause he walks like an penguin

- he falls face first into the snow

- if you dare and laugh at him, he will make you pay later

- get your poor husband up and home

- after that he has a cold

- he legit hates you for a few hours, acting all grumpy, just like a angy cat that wants cuddles

- take a HOT bath with him, scrub his back, kiss his whole body and praise him and he might be in love with you again (he always loves you)

König:

- he LOVES snow

- like fr this giant teddy loves snow and everything that has to deal with it

- he takes your family to his in Austria, the farmhouse his family lives in is big enough to take more than just two families so...

- expect to do a lot of sports with him

- skiing is one of it- or snowboarding- but no matter if you never did that before he teaches you.

- he holds both of your hands while teaching you how to handle ski

- a lot of praises

- he wouldn't leave the mountains of his own, you would basically have to drag him away

- after that he makes you a hot chocolate

- he gives it to when you both are in a hot bath that smells like Christmas spices, with you being between his legs and some Christmas movie in the background

- he doesn't even notice it but he's really tired

- take your big boy to bed after your mugs are empty, the water is cold and the movie is over

Graves:

- He loves skiing

- he doesn't give a fuck about the cold

- he takes you to Europe to go skiing (Austria/Switzerland or Germany )

-even thou it's not his first time there he thinks the only difference is that they speak funny German

- he LOVES skiwater

- have an eye on your husband or some angry Austrian (cough König cough) is going to hunt him down

- he loves the vibe to sit with you in some of those old houses (restaurants) , watching all the Christmas lights around you with people having fun, drinking beer and just enjoying their time

- but if you don't like something like that he would take you to a midnight date

- He would sit with you next to a bone fire, with many blankets around him and you to hold you both warm and to grill some marshmallows, mumbling some seeet nothings into your ear

- after that he takes you with him into a hot tub

- your hot tub is outside of your hotel room and he loves how you cuddle to him while it's snowing, placing soft kisses on your forehead, rubbing circles into your arm while he holds you close

- if you want to go inside he leaves the tub first, just to grab a blanket to cover you the moment you leave the tub

- after you both are in bed, he immediately falls asleep, snoring like a dad...

Price:

- he has a little house in the woods, next to a lake and far away from other people

- he loves to go there with you

- you can do whatever you both want

- you want a snowmobile race? His into it

- you want to go ice-skating on the frozen lake? Watch him take out his ice-skates

- you want to just lay on the couch, cuddling with him while watching a movie? Hes the first one that has snacks and hot chocolate for you

- he loves to go into the hot tub he built outside of that little house

- just to be with you there, to have you on his lap, just enjoying the moment of peace means a lot to the old men

- he has always a cigar in his mouth so if you want to kiss him while you're in the hot tub, take his cigar between your fingers, take a drag and kiss him immediately

- watch this man melt into a love sick puppy

- but he takes his cigar back, scolding you for being a bad little one by giving you the biggest hickey you've ever got

- enjoying his cigar after that, just to snap the last bit of his cigar away when there's barley anything to hold on to

- after that his whole attention is for you

- he's a bit goofy so, expect him randomly go out of the tub, just to dive himself into the snow

- after you both are back in the house he wants to cuddle with you, with nothing more than a blanket covering you both

- he loves to watch you sleep when there's nothing covering you, it reminds him that your his, and that he's yours... that he found the one for forever

Valeria:

- forget it

- she doesn't leave Mexico, not for her cartel, not for snow, not for you

- well- forget that, she would leave the moment you look at her with your puppy eyes

- she act likes she hates everything about your trip

- well and mostly she does

- she hates the cold, she hates that she gets wet thank to the snow- she hates everything about the cold

- the only thing that makes her smile is that she sees you smile

- your smilie brighter than any star could ever be

- for you she forgets about her hate against snow and the could

- you want to play in the snow? Well, she's not gonna play you alone

- you want to make a snowman? She's into that idea (she gives the snowman a gun)

- you take that gun back, scolding her and asking where she got that thing

- she just shrugs with her shoulders, telling you that she's a cartel boss

- she wants to take a hot bath after playing in the snow

- give her kisses all over her body, praise her that she was so strong for you and maybe she will not drown you

- she hates the taste of hot chocolate

- she doesn't hate it when your lips taste like hot chocolate tho....

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upon-a-starry-night · 1 year

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A Perfect Christmas Pt1

Pairing: WandaNat x Female! Reader

Summary: You're used to doing Christmas activities alone- but there's a certain couple who plan on changing that this year, and maybe you'll all get the Christmas gift you're really hoping for this year!

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You danced around the compound kitchen to the sound of Jingle Bell Rock, nodding your head as you absentmindedly went through the motions that were all too familiar to you.

Your spatula became victim to your antics as the song faded and All I want for Christmas is You began blasting on the speakers. You contemplated telling Friday to turn it up even louder.

All of the kitchen utensils were your audience as you performed your solo of Mariah Carey’s greatest hit.

You were in the middle of pointing to each individual tool with every “youuu” you sang when you turned and jumped, flinging the spatula somewhere over your shoulder.

Somewhere amongst your song and dance, Natasha had decided to enter the room. You weren’t sure how much she heard or saw but the smirk present on her face told you all you needed to know. Your cheeks grew brighter than Rudolph's nose at being caught serenading the cutlery.

“I wish I had been recording that” She confessed as she walked over to you

“I’m so glad you weren’t” you groaned as you went to go retrieve your poor spatula. Nat’s eyes followed the movement

“Wanda would've loved to see that”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you took your spatula to the sink to wash it.

“No really,” She started “ She’s got a thing for dancers, I would know”

You let the sound of rushing water fill your ears as your brain took time to process what Wanda’s girlfriend had just told you. You looked over at her wide-eyed just as she dipped a finger in your frosting and stuck it in her mouth. It was entirely too nonchalant of an act for someone who just told you you were her girlfriend's type.

Your brain was on the fritz and you’re pretty sure your heart stopped beating three minutes ago when she first walked in.

Just as you were about to address her comment the elevator dinged and you turned to see the other object of your affection walk in. You could quite literally feel Nat’s smirk widen behind you.

“Oh! There you two are” the brunette sauntered over to the two of you “watcha doing in here Y/n?”

Before you could answer Nat butt-in, leaning against the counter with a mischievous smile

“I interrupted her concert, you should’ve seen it. It was great, the audience was going wild”

You smacked her on the shoulder as you tried to hide your embarrassment. You turned around to focus on your frosting when you saw Wanda leaning into Nat for a kiss. They were cute of course, the entire tower thought they were the perfect couple you just… sometimes you couldn’t stand the way your heart would burn with jealousy every time you saw how affectionate they were with each other.

It wasn’t just the fact that you were single that made you so upset- it was the fact that you were pretty sure you were in love with the couple.

But you couldn’t ever tell them that. So you buried yourself in mixing the frosting and organizing the sprinkles so you didn’t have to face them and their beautiful green eyes.

You were snapped from your thoughts when the oven beeped, telling you your baked goods were done.

“That smells amazing! What are you baking Y/n?” You turned to see Wanda a lot closer than before, despite the smell of cookies in the air, you could still smell her perfume and shampoo which was a perfect combination that only worked with her. You glanced over at her girlfriend who you figured would be mad at the proximity of you two but she was preoccupied with taking your gingerbread out of the oven for you. Your heart melted at her thoughtfulness, and at the sight of her wearing your reindeer oven mitts.

“I was just baking some gingerbread houses-”

Wanda’s eyes lit up as she spotted the walls you’d just baked, she’d been at the tower for a good few years now but some Christmas traditions still felt new to her. You thought her excitement was endearing.

“Is there enough for us to join you?” Your heart leaped at her suggestion, they could be going out together and spending some quality couple time together but they wanted to hang out with you? You wiped your powdery hands on your apron as an anxious habit. Could you handle spending so much time around a happy couple- let alone a happy couple you wished you were a part of? You contemplated making up some excuse to try and save yourself but the look in their eyes was a look you know you could never say no to.

“It’s a good thing I accidentally doubled the recipe” you chuckled as you turned to grab the extra dough you’d put in the freezer. You heard Wanda squeal in excitement behind you.

“Are we going to make a big one together or?” the question hung in the air as you unwrapped the dough and sprinkled some powdered sugar on it, placing it on the counter, you turned to see Natasha smirking once again- god she was going to be the death of you. Next year they’re going to sing “Y/n got ran over by a reindeer and Natasha was driving the sleigh”

��You’ve got that look in your eyes Romanoff” you teased

She rolled her eyes “What do you say we make it a competition?”

You looked down at the dough on the counter and then over at your pan that was cooling

“I’ve only got enough for two houses”

Nat just shrugged “You make one and Wands and I make one”

It made sense, you thought, of course, they would build their home together.

You shook your head, it’s just gingerbread houses Y/n, stop overthinking it!

You plastered a smile on your face as you walked over to them

“So it’s going to take two of you to beat one of me?” You challenged

“I guess we’ll see” Nat grinned and Wanda giggled next to her

“Game on” You stuck your hand out and Nat and Wanda both shook it.

Game on Indeed.

Pt2

As always please comment what you thought!- Happy Holidays <3

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thecurseoflife · 3 months

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CHAPTER 25 : The little lutin

Camalia woke up to the sound of far away cheering, laughing and partying. She sprung awake, fear lingering in her stomach until her eyes settled and the annoyed faces of the Saporians. She wasn't alone.

Once that fact was confirmed, she focused on the noise. It wasn't coming from inside the castle, they would have more echoes of it. Or less, depended on where the party would be. Looking out the small window, she couldn't see anything, but the noise were clearer there. The kingdom was celebrating the end of the Saporian's reign.

-Shouldn't you be out there, music mage ?

Camalia didn't answer. Since her... mood swing the night before, she didn't feel like talking. She didn't want to. It felt like too much. She did bother to turn her head and glare at Andrew. His opinion never weight much.

She couldn't help the shiver of annoyance when he whistled slowly.

-Wow. Nothing ? Not even some quick burn ? A stupid sentence ? You're just going to stand there, listening to these idiots celebrate something they didn't earn.

-Shut up, Andrew.

-Oh, come now Maisie. You won't tell me her little scheme didn't bother you, mh ? That it didn't tear you apart ? That you didn't feel oh, oh so betrayed that your little protégé decided to go against you, behind your back ?

-That's none of your business.

Andrew through his head back and laughed.

-We're all going to be hanged tomorrow because of her, so I would say it is very much my business, and everyone else's.

Silence stretched in the jail. Camalia slowly turned around, staring at Andrew. She looked at the other Saporians. They all seemed defeated and didn't have anything to say back at him. He caught her stare, and cocked an eyebrow.

-What's with the look, kid ? Having regrets ?

Camalia just stared. Her eyes wide. Surprised, but with a hint of... horror ? Realization, maybe. Andrew started to catch on.

-Could it be ?

He tried to swim in the air, to get closer to the bars. Kai just lightly tapped him in the back, and he grabbed the bars with an insane smile.

-Could it be, that little Camalia, who grew up in a prison, who saw criminals after criminals go and never come back, could it be that you never knew what happened to them ?

That got the other Saporians' attention. They all looked at her. Camalia wanted to disappear.

-Could it be that despite alllll the books you read, despite alllll the Coronan friends you have, you never knew, that at the end, the villains always. Die.

She backed up against the wall. She read that before, but it was in books, in fairy tales. Not in... Not... That wasn't possible. Was it what was supposed to happen to Varian ? Was this what happened to all the people she got to know, all the ones that she didn't help ? No, no, that wasn't right. People that were down here they were... they were just people. People that got hurt, people that were trying to protect themselves, their families, people that had no choice, people that got forced... There were... There were so many people.

They couldn't have all just. Died. She refused it. It couldn't be.

She always assumed they just forgot about her. Moved on with their life. Had a house, a family. A life. What about Janita ? The little maid that got caught stealing bread from the king because she had a son to feed ? What about Boris ? The wood carver, who got mixed into the wrong crowd ? Who lost his wife and his friends and got crushed by grief ? What about Petra ? Who grew up in a bad world, but really wanted to quit and sail the world ? What about Heidi ? Tania ? Rudolph ? Marcus, Ludwig, Ilina... All those people. All those people.

The mad laugh of Andrew echoed against the walls.

The Saporians are gone. Camalia is huddled up against a wall, refusing to look at the empty cell across hers. She's alone again, in the middle of the night, darkness seething in every corner, menacing to swallow her whole. She's so scared, and alone. And eaten by guilt.

Guilt for what she did to the Saporians. To everyone she didn't help in the prison. Long gone were the hours where she wondered why no one had visited her yet. The guards giving her meals are not any she knows. She hasn't seen Captain, Masha or Varian, or even Maybe-Flynn. It's like everyone forgot about her. She probably deserves it.

It's subtle, at first. Some extra noise she barely notices. Then it becomes clearer. It's still soft, but it's noticeable. The sound of steps, of naked feet beating the cold rock as they went down the stairs to the dungeon. The sound of the door opening, however was everything but subtle. Loud, creaking, rattling. Impossible to miss.

Camalia doesn't look up. She burries her head in her knees even more.

The steps drew closer, and stopped. Right in front of her cell.

-Hi.

That makes her move. She never heard that voice before. And looking at the weird... child in front of her, she never saw that person before either. They were small, with a head way too big for such a small neck. The torches were barely lighting up their face, but she could see some glasses, a hood and unrully hair, if she squinted really hard. The body was small too. Some kind of grey dress drapped over them, black long sleeves and black short, giving to naked feet. They were missing shapes, like they were simplified. It was odd. A little bit uncanny, but somehow not scary. Everything about the little lutin was weird. Down to their voice, that didn't sound like it would belong to someone like this. And yet...

-You're Camalia, right ?

She just pressed her knees closer to her body, and the lutin kneeled.

-Hey, hey... It's okay. You don't have to talk, you're okay. Do you want a little bit more light in here ? It's a bit gloomy.

Camalia doesn't answer. She thinks they'll get bored and leave, or move on, but they wait calmly for her to react. After a moment that was a bit too long, she nodded. The lutin smiled and reached out her hand, slowly, letting her understand what they were doing. She appreciated that.

In the lutin's open hand, suddenly there were a myriad of tiny blue lights flickering, taking off and lighting up her cell and part of the corridor. Camalia gasped. She stood up, enchanted by the light. They looked like fireflies, hovering softly on the ceiling. Blue fireflies. She looked down to the lutin who hadn't moved.

-You...

Her voice was a little raspy, and she winced. What a way to make a good impression. She cleared her throat and tried again, going down to their level, curious.

-You're a mage ?

The lutin seemed to think for a moment, before shaking their head, chuckling softly.

-No, not really. I'd like to be.

-Yeah well... I wish I wasn't.

They didn't say anything back, and Camalia regretted her words. Did she say something wrong ? She didn't want them to leave. She didn't want to be alone again. And yet, something seemed to struck the lutin and they got back up, retreating into the darkness. Camalia smushed her face against the bars, desesperate.

-I almost forgot, I got you something !

They were gone in the darkness, but the sounds told a different tale. There was grunting, huffing, something grating against the ground. The fear of being abandonned got replaced by curiosity again. Got her something ? She didn't even know them. What could they possibly have gotten her ?

The lutin let out a yelp and the gift fell in plain view as it slipped from their grip and they stumbled backwards and fell on their butt with a grunt. They quickly got back up, checking on the gift anxiously, sighing with relief when they saw it was intact. They dragged it a little bit closer, even if they didn't need to.

-Sorry, I would have levitated it or something but I didn't want anyone to freak out and it's very big for my size... I-It's okay though ! It's not broken or anything don't worry !

All the answer they got was a chocked sob. Camalia shakily reached out and grabbed the gift like her life depended on it, sliding it in between the bars and holding it close to her heart. She sobbed on the gift, hugging it as close as she could, so close it started to hurt. her tears dripped down on the wood, around the carved snakes and released some soft notes when hitting the cords of her guitar. It took her some time, but in between tears, she was able to look up for a second, and with wet eyes and an unstable voice, mutter to the lutin.

-Thank you.

They hesitated, for what, she didn't know, and didn't care. In the end, they just smiled, and sat down on the floor, waiting. Camalia took her time. She needed this. She needed this time, and she needed to not be alone. She was so grateful for the fireflies, and for her guitar. But still, something was bugging her. After a few minutes more of reuniting with her guitar, she let it down on her lap, and stared at the lutin.

-Why are you here ?

-Ah, well, I had to give your guitar back-

-Did Ma- Did someone send you ?

-N... I-I mean... Well, it's uh... No. No, no one sent me. Sorry.

-So, why are you here ?

They seemed confused by the question. To Camalia, it was as clear as it could be.

-No one is being nice just for being nice. What do you want ? You're here for something, right ? What is it ?

-I... I'm here for you.

It was Camalia's turn to be confused. Her ? Who would want... Oh. Her confusion turned into disappointment and then disgust.

-You want my magic.

-What ?

-You want to use me because I'm a music mage.

-What ? No ! No, absolutely not ! I don't care that you're a music mage. N-not that I DON'T care, I meant I don't- It's not why I'm here, I don't want to- It's not about the magic ! It's about you as the uh... as the person. I'm here for Camalia, the girl that is lost and alone in a cage.

That didn't make any sense.

-That doesn't make any sense.

-Ah, yeah... sorry I know I ramble a lot...

-No ! It doesn't make any sense that you want me for me ! Why would you want that, I don't even know you... Do you want to sell me ? Are you buying me as a slave, did the king sell me ?

-What, no ! No, no, calm down, it's okay.

-Then, what do you want !

She was back to defense. Clinging onto her guitar, distrustful eyes pinned on the lutin. She had moved a bit away from the bars, a bit away from them. She couldn't trust them. The lutin sighed and moved a hand in their hair.

-Yeah, no that's... that's fair. That wasn't the best way to put it.

Their hand moved onto their face and they groaned.

-Gods, it was the worst way to put it actually. I'm so sorry.

The hand fell and they looked back at her. She tensed against the gaze.

-I want to help you, Camalia.

She couldn't help the eyeroll and the scoff that left her mouth. The lutin winced and held a hand, stopping her before she could talk. Not that she was going to.

-I'm here to offer you a way out. You don't have to take it, I get it if you don't. I want to give you a place, a safe space, where you could heal and rest and have nice clothes, and good food. Have your own room, that you can decorate however you want. I'd be there if you need to talk, or help, or anything.

-Why ?

-I... It's... complicated.

-That's not a great answer.

-Yeah, no... it's... yeah. I know.

She still didn't trust them. But in mist of her doubt, there was now disbelief. Adopting her ? Did she hear that right ? The weird lutin thing wanted to adopt her ? Out of the blue, coming out of nowhere ? What ?

-I'm not going anywhere with you.

The lutin's face fell. What were they expecting, seriously ?

-That's... that's fair.

They sat there. Camalia was still hugging her guitar protectively, glaring at the weird creature, and it didn't move. Sitting criss crossed on the ground, looking defeated. The blue fireflies still floated lazily in the air. The silence was comfortable. It was nice. It was so much better than when she's alone. She could still feel the heavy tension that was weighting down, but no matter how much she felt like she had to, she didn't feel in danger. She was scared of when the moment would end. When the lutin would get up, bid her goodnight and leave and forget about her. It was going to happen, anytime now. They finally moved, sighing deeply, moving a hand in their hair. A favourite gesture of theirs apparently.

-Okay.

They got up, and Camalia's heart raced. They were going to leave.

-If I... came back, tomorrow. Maybe with m- the kid that's already living with me, would you... like that ? I mean. Would it be okay with you ?

She nodded. She didn't want them to leave. But she didn't want them to drag her anywhere either, and they couldn't stay there forever. She was scared of being alone. So scared. The lutin looked up to the fireflies.

-Don't worry, they're going to stay with you. They'll keep you company.

Camalia was taken aback. How did they... She was always good to hide what she thought. She learned that with the snakes. How possibly could they...

-I can make you a nice blanket and some fluffy pillows too if you want ! Or hum... I don't know, anything that would make your uh... place. Look different. If you want to, of course !

-I'm still not going anywhere.

-I'm not bribing you, kiddo. Don't worry.

Camalia hesitated. Her guitar as a gift was normal, natural to accept, but them going out of they way ? That wouldn't be very polite... or nice. Well, it's not like she was trying to make them like her. Maybe she could indulge in some comfort... just for tomorrow. The music mage nodded.

-Okay, neat ! Don't move.

A pillow suddenly appeared beside her and she almost hit her head on the ceiling with her jump. She stared wide eyed at the fluffy, clean pillow, and jumped again when another popped into existence. She assumed they were going to MAKE the things for TOMORROW, not just... Do whatever this is ! Next to the pillows, the nicest blanket popped, with the prettiest shade of green. It was heavy, warm... She touched it curiously and quickly brought her hand back, surprised. It was such fine texture ! Worry punched her in the guts.

-Are you stealing this from the royals ?!

-What ? No, no, don't worry ! I'm just... I don't know. Making them as I go.

On the blanket appeared a little plush toy. It was silly, a little raccoon. Reminded her of Ruddiger. To the touch, he was almost as fluffy ! She was extatic of all the little things that appeared in her cell, slowly making it disappear and morphing it into a true little paradise of comfort.

The scartchy wood plank turned into a comfortable mattress, her shaky table turned nice, solid and clean, the rocky floor became fluffy and nice to walk on, the walls were dry and devoid of moss, and the window could be closed ! On the table, there were some books, and notebooks with ink and a feather, and even an apple on the side with a glass of water in case she got thirsty or hungry. The bars of the cells were hidden by two curtains, one of which was drawn up and laced there, as if it was a fancy window. A torch made it directly into her cell, basking it into a warm glow, taking over the blue fireflies, that didn't disappear anyway, much to Camalia's relief.

When she layed down with a giggle of excitement, her breath was cut short when she saw the glowing stars that were painted on the ceiling.

All of this made her a little coccoon, like she was a princess. Everything felt so nice and comfortable. She raised her head to thank the lutin, but her eyes catched a weird box that formed at the back of her room. It was all closed, with a door to get to it. Curious, she got up and opened it. It was some toilets.

She almost fell over. Personal toilets in her cell. She turned to the lutin. She didn't know how to express her gratitude.

-Thank you.

The words felt empty, or perhaps they were too full. They didn't contain all of what she was feeling at the moment, but how could she possibly express it in any other way.

The lutin, however, seemed to get it, and they just smiled. They waved goodbye, and when they left, even if Camalia felt a little pinch in her heart, she didn't feel nearly as scared as she was earlier. She still didn't want them to leave, but for a different reason this time.

-You are coming back tomorrow, right ?

She called out when she heard the door open, she couldn't help it.

-Of course !

The answer was simple, but it held so much. The door closed behind them, and Camalia drew the curtain. She turned to the room, and was taken aback again by all the fancy things the lutin made just for her.

Her hand mindlessly ran against the wood of the table, as her eyes drifted to the blue fireflies still floating. It felt warm. Safe. Comfortable.

They said they wanted to bring her to a safe place. Would all of it look like this ? It seemed impossible. Like a dream.

Her hand hit the glass of water at the end of the table, and she catched it before it could crash on the ground. Even the water was clearer than any she had ever seen. She took a sip. And better.

Putting the glass down, her eyes fell on the bed, to her guitar and the little plush. She smiled, sliding under the heavy and warm cover, cozying herself there, hugging her guitar against her. She made sure the blanket was up all the way to the head of the plush, so it wouldn't be cold either.

With a hum of content, she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

It was okay.

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#tangled the series #tangled #tts #the curse of life #varian

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toaster-is-babey · 1 year

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So, i drew some more Pond child au lads

Poor tom, the little gremlin mans got himself into some trouble in a snowglobe. And just a little story of sorts as well. Keep in mind, i probably will make a lot of mistakes so please bear with me :') i just write for fun.

Tord has been upto no good again smh

Ain't he a stinker?

It was a rather frigid night, Edd let ot a little sigh as Ringo wriggled out of her Christmas costume that Edd had bought, chewing at it and scratching it up, using her back claws to tear it up even more.

"Oh why won't you wear it? We bought it just for you yknow" he said, gently petting her, Ringo let out a little trill as she rubbed up against Edd's hand, making the brit melt.

"Oh i could never stay mad at you" he chuckled as he lifted her up and put her in the hood of his sweater as he made his way to the kitchen, looking in the fridge with a tired sigh, "Matt I told you not to keep unwrapped food in here " He said, his nose scrunching up as he took old food out of the the fridge and tossed it into the bin with a scoff before grabbing a can of cola.

Matt on the otherhand was lazing on the couch, book in hand, just sipping some black coffee on the sidelines as one of those cheesy Christmas movies played in the back, "what in the- unwrapped food? What one earth are you talking about? Isnt the fridge mostly empty? It was clean when I was last in it" he sighed as he glanced up from his book. "I'm not that messy, not enough to leave unwrapped food in the fridge" he said, almost sounds offended at the accusation.

"yeah, but you are messy, your room says it all yknow? But in the fridge man? Really?" He said, soon sat himself next to the ginger lad, "just dont leave your fast food like that it makes the fridge smell off" he said with a sigh as he flipped through the channels on the telly. Ringo let out a little chirp as she sprawled out a bit, still in Edd's hood as she let out a little mewl and nuzzled Edds cheek as she sat on his shoulder, purring and trying to get comfy again

Matt looked over to the rather small Kitten, "I still dont know why you wasted money on getting her a costume she won't wear, that was - " he sighed though was soon cut off from some thumping and the pompff of snow falling from the roof right outside the living room window.

"what the devil-" Matt uttered out as he set his coffee down and book aside.

Edd perked up a bit, sipping his cola briefly,

"oh damn- did i forget to close the lit to the bin?" He frowned a bit, making his way over to the front door, gently his body a little tense as he held a boot tightly in one hand and using his free hand to make sure Ringo didn't fall. He swiftly open the door, letting out a grunt as he tossed his boot at whatever had been making the ruckus.

That ruckus had turned out to be their lanky roomate, Tord! The Norwegian face planted in the snow upon the boot making impact woth his head, though he quickly jumped back up, trying to get the snow out of his shirt and jacket, "Gahh! -- fuck man! -" he yelled out. Boy he looked like crap. His nose almost as red as Rudolph's, though he looked as nasty as the Grinch.

"What the hell's with the boot!? This- freak- he uh I caught him already in that lawn decorations uh thingy- i was just tried to get the weirdo to leave our things alone i just set em all up for the holidays" he said, sneezing aggressively, causing him to stumble a little, just wiped his nose.

"We don't really decorate here Tord- we told you that already-" Matt couldn't help but let out a snort as he watched these event unfold, though he grew a bit worried upon seeing Tom in the snowglobe lawn decorations. "He can breathe in there right? " He said, looking to put on his boots. Though groan soon escaped his lips

"Oh come on Edd you threw My boots out at him?" Matt said, trying to keep his tone low, and calm as not to make his friend anxious. He sighed, "Tord you better stop mucking around and get him out of here before either he runs our of air or freezes! last thing we need is a death on our hands " he said

Tord let out a disgustingly exaggerated sniffle and snort as the made a mocking expression directed at Matt as he begrudgingly made his way to the snowglobe, "hm.. " he mumbled as he poked at the fake snowglobe, only to have a grumpy brit hit the plastic with his fists, nearly falling over in the spherical space, unplugging the lawn decoration, causing the snowglobe to deflate around the brit, filled with a bit more panic now, Tord frowned,

"ah goddamn it - " he said, feeling Matt glare daggers at him, Tord rolled his eyes, pulling out an old pocket knife, as he tore the decoration up, pulling out this strange creature that was Tom.

Tom dug his hands in the snow, pulling himself out as he soon just laid in the snow, clutching his chest, his eyes still white with confusion and mild embarrassment. It turns out it'd been true. Tom was more or less curious about these silly decorations and wanted to know more about these unnecessary holiday customs

"Tom!- what were you doing out here? You could have hurt yourself yknow- and thats a mess none of us would rather deal with" he said, helping Tom up and brushing him off, his brows furrowed wearily, "Tord that was very irresponsible of you to put tom in that-that silly decoration? " He said, just giving tom a pat on the back, " go on in buddy, we'll sort this out. " He said, gently nudging Tom forward. The skrunkly male sighed softly as nodded giving edd an awkward nudge back, mimicking him an almost content, happy look rested on Toms face as he trudged through the snow and shook himself off, getting show and Water everywhere at this point

Tord blinked a little, "oh come on! He got himself in that situation! I was just putting up decorations I bought because I didnt think you were serious about tom being a killjoy about the holidays! " He said before sneezing again, groaning as the snow stained red,

" oh to hell with you all,you all get me so worked up i-" he grumbled, his face red with anger and annoyance,

"He was drinking! Drunk people are dumb and do stupid shit!" he hissed as he stumbled through the snow, making his way back into the house, pushing past Matt, shivering to the point his teeth were chattering.

to be continued (?)

Anywho, I'm all out of energy, hope y'all enjoy this little writing thing i may or may not add to. Reblogs and likes are appreciated:>(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

#art #ew tom #eddswolrd #ew edd #ew tord #digital art #ew au #ew #pond child au tom #pond child au matt #pond child au #pond child edd #pond child tord #christmas #xmas #snowglobe #snow

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oonajaeadira · 1 year

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For the Love of Fic: December 19

A nice lazy week and I got to see a lot of wonderful friends.

I also got to read a lot of wonderful stories!

OBERYN MARTELL

Meant to Be - Part 2: The Engagement by @radiowallet I’m not gonna lie, Oberyn’s being pretty stubborn and I’m a little mad at him right now. But. I also trust Cat to eventually swing us back the other way. In the meantime, her descriptions are to die for, and life in Sunspear is such a beautiful dream, smelling of citrus and tasting of plums, hot and dry and bright and full of the sound of the sea, and everywhere you turn is delicate, simple beauty. I know the OC misses Winterfell. But damn, I’d put up with a lot to live in such an oasis...and maybe by the end of this chapter I wasn’t so mad anymore...

DIN DJARIN

Competing for Christmas 5: Holly Jolly Christmas (The Event) by @something-tofightfor This has become my Hallmark Christmas special of the season and I’m not mad about it. Rachael’s playing with all the Mandalorian toys and using all the storytelling tricks at her disposal, and I’m super here for it and I want more. We’re entering into the hard part now and I’m having a M O M E N T about it, but I know there’s a part 6 coming and that is my guiding star. Also, Grogu existing solely to sleep and eat is so Grogu and so dog and it makes me kick my feet like a little duck.

Burn it Down by @writeforfandoms This story has warnings and you need to heed them. There’s past trauma and current hurt, there’s fear and confusion. But at the edges, protecting the perimeter, there is Din. A rock, a respectful king, a Very Good Man. This is a tough one, but a good one.

DIETER BRAVO

Adore You by @jazzelsaur You’re gonna get some floofy floof with some hair cutting (mmmm my favorite) and talk about how lovely Dieter’s hair is. But you’re also gonna get some hot shower shenanigans and some very horny consequences (mmmmm my favorite too). So really, everybody gets what they want. EVERYBODY.

FRANKIE MORALES

Let It Snow (i) by @ezrasbirdie and @lowlights It’s Christmas and there’s room at the Inn, gladies and ents. You know, the rest of the year I roll my eyes at Hallmark stuff, but there’s something about the holiday season that gets my goo on. And now Frankie’s involved and he’s cute and rural and come to the rescue and I am strapping on my Rudolph bib because I plan to FEAST.

I’ll Take Care of You by @deadhumourist When I’m sick I don’t want anyone to touch me because I’m disgusting and I’d feel bad if someone got sick from being around me. But. I love that fic allows me to be pampered and taken care of, that someone like Frankie could see the duty in making me feel better and staying until I fell asleep. This is the dream right here.

PERO TOVAR

The Herbalist: Part 1: One Day They Shall Think Me Marvelously Ahead of My Time by @blueeyesatnight First chapter has a lovely set up in dynamic between the reader and her brother and the circumstances that will bring her before Pero--I assume we’ll be meeting him soon!! But in true Victorian lady detective fashion, things are already looking dark and exciting and I’ll be excited to read more!

#for the love of fic #got fanfic #oberyn martell #mandalorian fanfic #din djarin #the bubble fanfic #dieter bravo #triple frontier fanfic #frankie morales #the great wall fanfic #pero tovar

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sapchats · 4 months

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tell me the pittsburgh steelers drama pls

-🌻

ok so basically our like franchise quarterback had been BR7 (big Ben - i can't spell his last name tbh) for so long but when he retired (after a shit last 2 seasons arguably more but no one wants to talk about that) we had to get a new qb so we used our number 1 draft pick on kenny pickett instead of oh idk drafting centers or guards to fix our shit offensive line but whatever. so we got kenny and everyone was excited and he started in the 3 preseason games and everything looked good etc etc except when he started during the season he quite frankly was kind of ass it was hard to watch. so when he got hit and was on concussion protocol and couldn't play, mitch trubisky (backup qb) started and look he also did pretty bad. so when kenny was able to come back he started again but still wasn't like anything big like we were still losing and then skipping ahead a little he got an elbow injury that was going to need surgery so he was going to be out and mitch came back in. the thing about mitch is i actually don't know his story im pretty sure he was the old backup for the bears maybe idk but anyway he was starting games and he was playing so so bad like oh my god . bad . so tomlin basically benched trubisky in favor of starting mason rudolph and the thing about rudolph is that he'd been backup under ben but Ben was kind of an asshole and didn't like give rudolph any guidance at all and when ben was hurt and rudolph had to play he wasn't very good and everyone hated him this is very important. so now rudolph was starting and everyone was expecting him to do horribly and basically saying our season is over but he actually did very well and we won the game and everyone was like holy shit and then we won the next game too and everyone was like rudolph is better than pickett and trubisky and tomlin just hates him bc it's rumored that rudolph is a trumper (idk if this is true) (tomlin is black and white steelers fans are racist idiots that want him fired even tho he's one of the best coaches in the league (17 seasons straight with no losing season lfg), that's all you really need to know) and that's why he's never started etc etc which is really dumb bc . it's not that he didn't start bc tomlin hated him, he didn't start bc last season he was ass u all called him ass whenever he played remember when you boo'd whenever he took the field and were actively wanting him to fail or did we all conveniently forget that but whatever what do i know. so because rudolph is doing so well and kenny is literally coming off of surgery, it was decided that against the ravens this week (today, the game we need to win for better playoff chances) rudolph would start kenny would be backup 1 and trubisky would be backup 2! someone in the media came out with information from an inside "source" that said kenny was mad about not starting and refused to suit up to be number 2 and it was a whole thing that blew up (mark maddon when i catch u when i catch u mark maddon) and it caused a lot of fans to start calling him princess kenny and basically call him selfish and conceited and stuff. so while talking to the press kenny basically addressed those rumors (which he'd already technically and indirectly disproven in earlier interviews but whatever) and said they weren't true he never refused he's following the advice of the coaches and health staff hes going to suit up as backup in the game etc etc. and then a picture of kenny mason and mitch came out where they were all laughing and smiling and joking around and yeah that's it it's kind of awesome to me

#do i have demons Well yes #anyway #joskers #🌻 anon

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OMG YES! Damaged goods blurb! Can you do a fluff one where one of them is sick with seasonal flu and the other has to take care of them, but they're being stubborn about it because that's just what they do and how they are 🤧

Okay, okay... here she is! It's a bit meh I think, but I hope you like it! 🥰

Harry is sick and grumpy, and Y/N takes care of him (from the Damaged Goods AU)

Harry feels miserable.

He’s worse than miserable, really,

because he has a cold… or is it the flu?! He has never known to spot the differences between the two, but he recognized all of the early signs, of course...

As per usual, it started with nothing but a sore throat one morning when he woke up, that ended up lingering throughout the whole day, then came a headache, and the tiredness, and the chills…

It wasn’t so unbearable at first… but the symptoms only kept getting worse and worse as the hours went by, to the point of leaving him with no choice but to skip his classes in favor of staying in bed… suffering.

The worst part about it? He wasn’t even suffering at home – where his mom could be taking her lips to his forehead every so often to see if he had a fever, and bringing him bowls of soup and fruit cubes on that same familiar bedtray that had accompanied him throughout all his periods of sickness.

Mom would also be making sure he stayed hydrated and took his medicine in time... which by the way, he wasn’t taking any. Logically speaking, Harry knew he should have gone to a pharmacy by now, to get something to make him feel better, but how? When he couldn't even muster the will to get up and go downstairs to fill the empty water bottle perched on his nightstand.

He couldn’t move.

Every single inch of his body hurt.

And now he was starting to get shivery under his bedclothes... for fucks sake.

If only he had Pepper, his spaniel mutt puppy, around to snuggle and keep his body cozy and warm like a hot water bag... then perhaps Harry would've been in a better mood. Yeah, definitely. Pepper would've let him bury his snotty face into its soft fur, and not even think to complain if its owner left a puddle of guck all over said fur.

But well, Pepper isn't there.

And being sick sucks.

Especially because Harry really wants some cuddles... and it hasn't been helping his case whatsoever that in this trying day of illness, his mind has done nothing but think of Y/N.

Pondering over what outfit she must have worn that day and what she might be up to while he’s laying there on his deathbed. He also wonders if she has noticed his absence, and if so… if she’s worried about him.

He huffs once he checks his phone again and realizes there are still no messages from her. She doesn’t have to check on him. He knows that, but he can't help that he likes to be cared for sometimes… and as it turns out illness has a tendency to turn him into a big, needy baby... who really wants to have Y/N taking care of him. It would be so good. She could play with his hair the way he likes, give him forehead kisses, hold his hand…

Harry sighs out loud. Her company would be even better than Pepper's, he believes... although Harry isn't so sure Y/N would enjoy having his snot on her as much as his trusty pup would, but that’s beside the point.

It’s even more beside the point because he knows she's not coming to see him.

She’s mad at him, he recalls now. Stupidly so, if he's allowed to think that - he did nothing wrong, after all. She asked him for a “brutally honest opinion” on a design work she was doing for one of her classes, and he simply gave her what she asked for, plain as that. But of course, then she didn’t like what he had to say and got sulky. Just girls being girls, he guesses…

Harry should've known better than to think that would stop her from coming to see him, though. His girl was a little box of surprises, after all... a true master in the art of keeping him on his toes.

She showed up only half an hour after she was done with her classes... softly knocking on his door before poking her head inside with a smile, only for her jaw to drop in shock at the absolute misery that oozed from his pores.

“Y/N…” His voice cracked sickly, almost comically. Harry could have laughed at it if he wasn't so utterly lethargic. “What- what are you doing here?”

“Well, what do you think?” The girl huffed, shutting the bedroom door behind her and heading towards the end of the bed to get a good look at him, hands on her hips. “Why didn't you tell me you were sick? Here I was, going about my day thinking you had slept in for being a bum, only to find out through your friends that you were unwell.”

Harry bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his downright amusement at her worried state. Y/N was worried about him? Well then, perhaps her irritation had passed and she had forgiven him… which meant maybe he’d get to have those cuddles he wanted so bad. “I thought you were mad at me?” He poked, eyebrows arching teasingly the best they could with the little energy the muscles on his face could muster.

“Well, I was and am now even more.” She punctuated. “But I still care, obviously. How am I supposed to leave you by yourself when you look like that?” She put down the bag she was holding at the edge of the bed and kneeled next to it on the floor.

“Look like what?” He frowned again. “All snotty and gross?”

“Precisely… and an awful lot like Rudolph the reindeer as well.” Y/N added, with a soft pat to the tip of his swollen, red nose.

Harry smiled at that, right before his eyes fell on the bag over his bed. “Did you go to the store to get those creepy sheet masks you wanted?”

“Huh?” She muttured confused, before noticing where he was looking at. “Oh no, um… these are just some things I got for you. Just vitamins and those gummies for when you have a sore throat, and also uh…” Y/N's cheeks went a little hot. “I got some chicken soup from the buffet restaurant as well, you know… the one next to the drug store. I thought it might do you good…”

“You went to get all that stuff for me?” Harry asked, Y/N hummed happily in confirmation, her eyes gleaming with tenderness. “Y/N... you shouldn't have. That shit is so expensive, and I'm fine, really. It's just a cold. You dont have to worry, let alone take care of me.”

“No offence, but I think I do.” The girl challenged his statement, picking up the halfway used toilet paper roll placed on his nightstand. “For a start, you shouldn’t even be using this to blow your nose. It’ll only irritate your skin and make it more sore.”

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. “That’s such a mum thing to say…” He grumbled in attempt to mask the fact that the secret big, needy baby in him was loving every single bit of the mom talk, and the same applies to when Y/N clicked her tongue chastisingly once he stubbornly snatched the roll off her hand and pulled out some more paper.

She took the chance that he had moved his arm to move a bit closer, sitting on the edge of the bed next to his pillow. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” She asked, lovingly running her digits through his unwashed curls. They felt a little waxy and knotty in her hands, but she didn’t mind it in the slightest. She just wanted to make him feel better in any way she could. So she kept playing with his hair, scratching at the roots and combing her fingers through his strands just the way she knew he reveled in - only breaking contact once she was almost certain that he had fallen asleep on her... However, as soon as Y/N began to pull her hand away to check her phone, Harry let out a whine and bumped his forehead against her wrist, in a silent request for her to keep going. “You're such a baby sometimes…” Y/N whispered, proceeding to fulfill his wish.

“Mhm... your baby.” He sighed happily.

Y/N smiled to herself at the state of pure bliss Harry was in. So utterly distracted by the slow puffy nature of his breaths, that she almost didnt notice that his droopy eyes had opened and were now fixed on her. He cleared his throat painfully. “Y/N... can I have one of those gummies you got? My throat hurts and I really want to try one.”

Y/N let out a tiny chuckle at the pleading tone he'd used, nodding as she got up to grab the bottle from the bag. She threw it at him playfully to catch midair, knowing that his reflexes were outstanding. “Ohh these seem nice. I love lemon and honey flavored shit.” He told her whilst inspecting the label.

“Yeah?” Y/N couldn’t help but to grin, feeling quite proud of herself for picking the right flavor. But her smile quickly melted into an expression of concern once she watched Harry crack open the bottle and carelessly throw a bunch of gummies into his mouth. “Harry! What are you- that’s not candy! You can’t eat them by the handful!”

“Oi, chill out… it’s just gummies. What wrong could it do?” He asked as he blithely chewed them. Words coming out garbled since he was speaking in between a mouthful.

“Oh, I don't know, perhaps there could be anesthetics in them... but who knows? It was just a thought.” Y/N ironized.

“Really?” He made a wry face similar to hers, inspecting the label closer. “Do you think we can get high on this shit?” He smirked, still chewing as he rolled the container around to check the ingredients in the back. “Cause I'm not gonna lie, that sounds like a pretty good afternoon plan to me...” He half joked, cracking the bottle open again and dropping a couple more gummies in his palm.

Y/N heaved at the suggestion. “I think it’s more likely that you get a terrible bellyache, and we end up in the ER...”

“You really think so?” Harry asked teasingly, taking another gummy to his mouth.

“Okay, that's enough. Give me that.” Y/N demanded, pushing for him to pass the container, but all he did was shake his head with a mischievous, defiant smirk. The girl rolled her eyes at him. “You know what? Fine.” She shrugged. “Eat as many as you want. Can't wait to watch you shit the bed once those anesthetics give you a loose bottom.”

He chuckled at the warning, amused. “If you’re so bothered, why don’t you come get them from me?” He questioned, but before he could prepare himself Y/N jumped on the bed to try and take the bottle away from his hands, what forced him to abruptly sit up and hold it over his head just so she couldn’t reach it from where she sat. “That was... real cute. Is that all you got, hm?”

Y/N huffed and crawled over his legs until she was practically on his lap. Seeing right through his facade once he happily handed off the gummies without putting up a fight and wrapped his arms around her middle to pull her in for a hug instead. “You must think you're so sly, don't you?” She mumbled in question, going back to petting his hair. “If you wanted a cuddle, you could’ve just said so… I don't mind your germs.”

“I was trying to behave to avoid getting you sick, actually…”

“Yeah right...” Y/N grumbled, dropping her head on his shoulder for a moment. “But I guess, since you've already passed me the germs and all... might as well just give me a kiss, no?” She proposed shyly, waiting for Harry to make the move. He did, pulling away slightly and placing his lips in hers softly. “Mm, more.” She pouted.

“Greedy.” He joshed, pecking the girl's lips again, and again... and once more for good measure. The damage was already done, after all... they might as well just keep doing it. “I feel disgusting, though. If I knew you were coming, I would’ve at least taken a shower and brushed my teeth. Can’t believe you still want to kiss me when I am like this.”

Y/N scratched at the frizzy hairs of his nape. “I promise you don't smell or look nearly as bad as you think you do… and you taste like lemon and honey so, that’s nice.” Harry distrustfully scrunched up his nose at her allegation, sniffing up some in the process before his digits rushed to grab some more toilet paper. He took it to his nose, blowing noisily. “Alright, snotty boy…” Y/N laughed, swiftly crawling off his lap. “How about I go downstairs to plate up our soup while you pick a movie for us to watch as we eat? It can be one of those “guy movies” and all, I promise I won't complain... today only, cause I'm giving you privilege for being sick.”

His eyes strayed towards you with interest, the lower half of his face still covered behind the poorly ripped toilet paper sheets. “I was actually thinking more like a musical or a pixar movie, maybe?”

“God, Harry.” Y/N gasped in awe. “I swear I've never felt more attracted to you in my life. Snot and everything.”

#I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT #IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT HONESTLY #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #harry styles imagine #damaged goods #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x yn #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles fan fiction

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americasass91 · 3 years

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Early Christmas Present

Hello Lovelies! Sorry it has taken me so long to participate in this lovely, lovely challenge! Life has been interesting. But here is my first entry for the #merryhoemas challenge! Thank you for hosting this awesome challenge @amythedvdhoarder @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes @pumpkin-and-pine @starlightcrystalline

I had so much fun with this! I hope to get more submitted for this! I hope you all enjoy it! It stars everyone’s favorite Murder Sweater Daddy, Ransom!

(Although in my story he didn’t murder anyone)

Also I have something to say. I don’t think there is nearly enough Ransom fics out there with a breeding kink so that’s what this filth is. I’m in a mood okay? I need Ransom to fill me up something bad.

Anyways! I hope you all enjoy this! Best wishes and warmest regards to all!

***Edit*** Had to delete the original and post this again because none of the tags were working. Sorry!

Movie Dialogue/Verbal prompts:

“Looks like Christmas came early, huh?”

Gif Prompt Used: #2

Event/Activity prompts:

Watching Christmas Movies

Wearing Christmas themed PJs or lingerie

Rating: Explicit(Do I even need to put this anymore😜)

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: language, breeding kink, Soft Ransom, unprotected sex(don’t be a fool, wrap that tool)

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You couldn’t help the tears that started welling up in your eyes at the sight of the little pink onesie in your hands. You were currently wrapping a christmas gift for yet another one of your pregnant friends. You feel like that’s all you’ve been doing lately is seeing pregnancy announcements on Facebook and attending baby showers.

It’s something you never thought you wanted. Growing up you just never saw that for yourself. And you were fine with that. But lately you couldn’t help all these feelings you were having.

You couldn’t help but picture what your baby would look like. Maybe your curly hair and your nose. You didn’t really care as long as they got your husband’s beautiful blue eyes.

Your husband. That’s another problem.

You guys had a great marriage, surprisingly full of love and laughs.

The problem was, he didn’t want children either. Like, really didn’t want them. He didn’t have the best upbringing and had never wanted children because of it.

The both of you had this conversation when you were still dating, happy to be on the same page. And at the time you both were. You knew if you brought up wanting a baby it would just upset him. So you’ve been keeping it to yourself for the past few months.

It’s fine, you don’t need a baby to be happy.

“Sweetheart? Where are you?”

The sound of your husband’s voice brought you out of your daydream. You quickly wipe your eyes free of the tears that had gathered and answered that you were in the living room.

He enters and finds you sitting in front of the tree with the onesie still in your hands.

He kneels down beside you and kisses your cheek.

“Another one? Who’s having a baby now?”

You place the onesie in the box and start covering it with tissue paper. “Kate. She just found out yesterday.”

Ransom shakes his head. “Wow. Thank god that’s not us, right?”

He gets up and heads towards the kitchen. He doesn’t see the tear fall down your cheek. “Yeah, thank god.”

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Later that night you find yourself in bed scrolling through social media. You come across another pregnancy announcement. It’s like they were mocking you. You sign out of your account and throw your phone on the bedside table. You decide to just get comfortable under the covers. You’re facing the wall when you feel the bed dip behind you.

Ransom pushes himself up against you and starts kissing your neck and rests his hand on your hip. You start getting lost in the sensation. He knows just what to do with his mouth to get you going.

“God, baby. I need you so bad.”

With that he pushes his erection against your ass.

That somehow triggers something in you.

You turn around and push him onto his back and straddle his hips. You start grinding down against his hard cock, earning you a moan from him.

“Fuck baby. You need me, too?”

You nod. “Yeah, Ran. Need you so bad. Need you to fuck me and fill me up.”

He smacks your ass and grabs your hips, grinding you against him harder.

“Yeah? Need me to fill that pussy, huh?”

You nip at his earlobe. “Yeah. Maybe you’ll fill me up so good, you’ll put a baby in me.”

Ransom seizes all movement and looks at you wide eyed.

“Why the fuck would I want to do that?” He pushes you off of him and promptly stands up, putting space between you. “You know how I feel about kids. You know I don’t want them. And up until just now, I didn’t think you did either!” He throws his hands up in exasperation.

You don’t know what to say. You knew he might be upset. But you didn’t think he’d get mad. So you just sit up and look at your hands in your lap, doing your best to keep the tears at bay.

“I’m sorry, Ran. It’s just, so many of my friends are having babies lately and it got me thinking. I want that with you. Would it be so horrible if we had one?” You looked at him with what you hoped was a pleading look.

He starts walking towards the bathroom. “It would be the absolute worst thing to happen. You need to get back in the mindset you were in before. Because we aren’t having kids. End of discussion. Jesus, Y/N. Way to ruin the fucking mood.” With that he slammed the bathroom door shut, leaving you to your tears.

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It’s been nothing but tense in your house ever since you brought up having a baby a few weeks ago. Christmas was in full swing. It was only a week away now.

You two had been attending Christmas parties together and acting like everything was fine. But that was a different story once you returned home.

Ransom would retreat to your bedroom and you had started sleeping in the guest room. He didn’t ask you to, but you hated sharing a bed with him when he wasn’t speaking to you.

You returned from yet another party and head to the guest room to change into some cute Christmas PJs you had found. They had Rudolph all over them. Including matching fuzzy socks. They were nice and cozy. Something you were in short supply of these days.

You grab a glass of wine from the kitchen and head to the living room. You decide you want to watch Home Alone. One of your all time favorite Christmas movies. Grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch, you wrap yourself up and settle in.

You get to the point where the Wet Bandits are breaking in, when the alarm on your phone goes off, signaling it’s time to take your birth control. Wow. You didn’t realize it was 11 already.

You head upstairs to your shared bedroom. You open the door and tentatively look inside. You don’t see Ransom. He must be in his study. Good.

You hurry across the room to the bathroom. You grab one of the glasses sitting on the counter and fill it enough for you to take your small pill.

Not even looking, you open the medicine cabinet and grab for your packet of pills. Your hand finds the space empty. You look up and find that they aren’t in their usual spot. You open the other sides of the medicine cabinet and nothing. They were just here last night.

You go to turn to look in the guest bathroom and see Ransom standing in the doorframe. You yelp in surprise and grab your chest. “Jesus, Ran. You scared me.”

He uncrosses his arms and saunters towards you. “Sorry, baby girl. I thought you heard me.” He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss.

It takes you 5 full seconds to realize your husband is giving you the first attention he has in weeks. You quickly reciprocate the kiss, knowing it could end at any second.

He pushes you against the counter and grounds his hips into you. You can’t help but moan into his mouth at the feeling of his erection pressing into your lower belly.

The both of you finally have to pull away for air. He starts dragging you towards the bedroom. Your wits finally come back to you. “Ran, wait. I need to take my pill.” You turn to grab for it and then remember it wasn’t there. You turn back towards your husband. “Did you move my birth control? I always kept it in the medicine cabinet.”

He just smirks and pulls you up against his body once more. “I threw them out.” He moves back in for a kiss but you push him away and blink up at him. “What? Why would you do that?”

He furrows his brows. “I’m confused. I thought you wanted a baby?”

You shake your head incredulously. “Well yeah….but you made it very clear that you don’t.”

He just shrugged his shoulders. “I changed my mind. Looks like Christmas came early, huh?”

You wiggle out of his grasp and push past him to go back into the bedroom.

“We need to talk about this Ransom. You literally pushed me away the last and only time I’ve brought it up. And then you didn’t talk to me for 2 weeks. This isn’t some kind of situation where you’re giving me what I want only to regret it later is it?” You sit down on the bed and look over at him.

He walks over and sits down beside you. He wraps his right arm around you and places it on your hip to pull you against him. He places his left hand on your thigh and starts gently massaging it. Then he presses his lips against your neck and gives it a kiss.

He pulls away to look at you, giving you a genuine smile. “I’ll admit that at first I was pissed that you brought up a baby. I’ve always been a selfish man and I just didn’t want to share you. But then I had a dream. We were in the hospital and you were giving birth. I remember feeling so happy. I was holding your hand and coaching you through the pain. And then our son was born. And they placed him on your chest. You cradled him against you and started crying tears of happiness. Then you looked over at me and gave me a smile that took my breath away. I’d never seen you so happy. It rivaled the smile you gave me when you walked down the aisle towards me on our wedding day.”

He pauses for a minute and wipes away the tears that you hadn’t even realized were running down your face.

“Then I woke up. I laid there and realized I would do anything in my power to make you smile like that for real. I need to see it, sweetheart. And if that means giving you a baby, then so be it. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you happy. I know it wasn’t originally in our plans, but fuck it. We can make new plans.”

By now there were tears running down both of your faces. You just couldn’t believe what he was saying. You felt like this was your own dream you were going to wake up from.

You both laugh at each other as you wipe away the other’s tears. You then grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you as close as he can.

You pull away and give him an evil smirk. “Well then, husband. What are you waiting for?” You lean forward and place your lips next to his ear. “Fuck a baby into me.”

He groans out loud at your words and quickly starts undressing you. You’d never seen him work this fast. You can’t help but let out a chuckle. He stops with his hands on his own pants and looks over your now naked form. “Something tickling your fancy, Mrs. Drysdale?”

You nod your head. “I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you undress us this fast.”

He smirks and continues removing his pants. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before.”

He then crawls on top of you and begins sucking on your neck. You start whimpering and tug his hair. He pulls away and looks down at you. “No foreplay, Ran. Just need you. Please. Need to feel you.”

He moves his hand down to your folds and finds you drenched. “Jesus, baby girl. You that excited for me to put a baby in you? Yeah you are. Your little cunt needs to be full of my cum, doesn’t it? Greedy girl.”

You grasp a hold of his cock and start pumping him at the pace he’s touching you. He drops his head to your shoulder and groans out your name. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me blow my load before I’m inside you.”

You chuckle and move his cock towards your entrance. “Then fuck me already. What are you waiting for?”

He surprises you and pushes all the way in until your hips are flush against each other. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctually. He leans down for a quick kiss before he raises back up to look at you. “Well, I was trying to bring some romance into the situation. But looks like my little wife doesn’t want that. Just wants to be fucked until she’s full. Right, sweetheart? Until you can’t feel anything else but me inside you.”

Your body shudders at the thought of being so full. You nod your head vigorously and tap your heel against Ransom’s ass, signaling him to move. “Yes! Yes please!”

He smirks and starts thrusting at a slow pace. Slow, but deep. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a needy kiss. He moans into your mouth and starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

Then he pulls away and nips at your ear. “God, I can’t wait to see what you look like pregnant. All round and full with my kid. I can barely keep my hands off you now. You might just have to stay in the house and naked your entire pregnancy so I can get my fill anytime I want.”

You clench around his cock at his words. He just smirks into your neck.

“But my little slut would like that, wouldn’t she? Because even though you don’t admit it, you need my cock as much as I need this sweet pussy.”

You can feel the coil in your belly tightening more and more. You know you’re not going to last much longer. His words are sure as fuck not helping.

You unwrap one of your legs from his waist and plant your foot firmly on the bed and start meeting his thrusts with vigor. You can feel his hips starting to stutter. He’s close too.

“Come on, Ran. Fill me up. I want it.”

He leans up until he’s nose to nose with you. “Yeah, baby? I’m gonna fill you up so good and full that your body will have no other option but to get pregnant. Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight.”

He reaches down and starts rubbing circles against your clit. That did it.

You fall off the euphoric edge with a scream of Ransom’s name. You’ve never come this hard. You’re seeing stars.

Feeling you clench around his cock with a vice-like grip is what pushes Ransom over the edge. He paints your walls with his release as he whispers your name over and over until he’s so spent, he almost falls on top of you. He catches himself at the last second and wraps his arms around you before rolling you both onto your sides.

He pulls you in for a sweet kiss. You can’t help but smile into it, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

He pulls back and smiles at you. “Merry Christmas, my sweet girl.”

You beam at him. “Merry Christmas, handsome.”

You tangle your feet with his only to realize you still had your fuzzy socks on. You look down and realize Ransom is in his own pair of fuzzy socks. You start laughing, a whole hearted belly laugh. Ransom follows your gaze and starts laughing himself.

You wipe tears from your eyes and wrap your arms back around his neck. “Eager enough to get me naked but not so eager to lose the socks?” You can’t help but tease him.

He just shrugs and continues chuckling. “Well, you’re always complaining about your feet being cold. I’m just trying to make you happy, dear.”

You both crack up laughing again at that.

Once you both calm down, he places his hand over your belly. “Do you think it took?” He looks up at you hopefully.

You place your hand over his and gaze up at him. “I’m not sure. We should probably keep having sex, you know. Just in case.” You throw him a wink.

He pretends to be offended. “Oh, dammit. I suppose if we have to.”

He pulls you back in for another kiss that is sure to lead you into round 2.

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vamplu · 2 years

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Diavolo Holiday Headcanons

-If you celebrate Christmas, Hannukah, and or anything else, he gets really into it.

[This post is in the pretense of Christmas, but if you want I can also do a Hannukah version. (I celebrate both 😎)]

-He buys E V E R Y T H I NG.

-The Christmas tree is like 20 feet high and professionally decorated.

-But he'll have a smaller one in his room for you to decorate with him :]

-Your stocking is overflowing, and there's like 100 presents under the tree for you.

-He gets you literally everything you've ever mentioned.

° And then he's like "I'm sorry if I didn't get enough".

-HE WOULD DRESS UP AS SANTA WHILE HE PUTS THE PRESENTS UNDER THE TREE, AND FILLS YOUR STOCKING!!

-He gets really into decorating cookies, putting up Christmas lights, and making gingerbread houses.

° "MC, let's make a gingerbread village!"

-He loves making gingerbread men, and he decorates them like you, him, and and his friends. (Like the brothers and the other exchange students and Barbatos.)

-They live in a model of the Devildom.

K: "You remember the gingerbread house at Disney?"

K: "He'd want one like that."

- It's in the entry way, and he hired people just to serve hot chocolate all day.

-He loves drinking hot chocolate, and sitting in front of the fireplace in his office.

-He's got snow globes and little statues of reindeer and santa.

K: "He'd see one commercial of those botanical gardens where they set up Christmas lights and he'd order construction to start right away."

☆ He loves Christmas music, and makes it bearable to listen to because he's signing and humming along cutely. (This was made in a GC, and the three of is don't like Christmas music.)

K: "It's not gonna snow this year? Well we'd better change that."

☆ Probably makes Christmas a national holiday, no school for a week, trying to simulate human world Christmas.

☆ He'd ask the angels about Christmas .

☆ K: "Idk why but I feel like right around Christmas time he'd only buy stuff with festive packaging."

K: " 'Sorry those chips don't have Santa on the bag we can't get them.' "

° "Those aren't candy canes, we can't get them.".

-Feels like he's cheating on Christmas if he gets something without festive packaging, holds it against himself.

☆ K: "First day of December this man is wearing a Santa hat."

-MAYBE EVEN A FAKE BEARD

☆ K: "Idk why I can see this man going shopping at bath and body works for the Christmas candles."

-And the perfumes.

-He's spraying it everywhere, and by the end smells like Santa threw up on him.

☆ Has these jingle bells he rings all. The. Time.

-It gets kinda annoying, but he's beaming as he does it, so you can't be mad or even try to get rid of them.

☆ K: "This man would totally want matching Christmas pajamas to wear on Christmas Eve."

-Like cute animals and stuff too

-Matching shirts that say "Santa" and "Mrs. Claus"

-Makes Barbatos be Rudolph

☆ BINGES CHRISTMAS MOVIES

K: "The hallmark channel is his religion"

-You'll walk in to check on him when he's doing work, and he's playing a shitty Halmark Christmas movie.

(We said this at the same time, lol)

☆ He changes out his stamp of approval for a custom one with a Santa hat, gingerbread man, or snowflake

K: "He'd ask to go caroling"

-He'd make the the brothers and the others go to

-Probably gets a sleigh ride for the two of you.

-He also makes sure it snows a lot because he knows you love it, but don't really get it in the human world. (The place we live in doesn't get much snow, but we three love it lol)

K: "Man would change the bedsheets because they weren't festive enough."

° "This room doesn't have enough red and green, you ho-ho-ho."

K: "He would go all out decorating the castle"

K: "He'd spend so much Grimm on Christmas lights"

-And he'd take you around town, qnd but every nutcracker, inflatable, light string, or literally anything festive.

(He'd have to summon his servants to carry everything)

☆ Probably even asks your family for a fee ornaments from their tree for the tree he puts in your room.

-Forces the brothers to decorate the House of Lamentation.

K: "He would actually use a nutcracker just because he can"

-He'd get chestnuts exclusively too

☆ He buys scarfs and gloves for the sole purpose of snow men.

P: "190+ messages...."

HAVE A HAPPY HOLIDAY SEASON, EVERYONE!! ❤

A/N: My friends and I do headcanon dumps im our group chat a lot, let me know if you like them, and I'll post more!!

#obey me #diavolo headcanons #diavolo obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me swd #fluff headcanons #obey me shall we date

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nerdymariamania · 2 years

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MAJOR UNDERTALE AND DELTARUNE SPOILERS!

So, I was watching a playthrough of Undertale because I need some happiness through my seasonal depression. It got to Alphys' lab, and the amalgamations, and it made me think of Rudy from Deltarune and his lack of counterpart in Undertale. We know from a cut monologue of Asgore (from the Undertale alarm clock that was never made) that Rudy did exist and has since fallen down (aka monster talk for died.) Asgore confirms that he has two daughters and his youngest daughter with a kind face (Noelle) will make friends one day. And says that Rudy's cottage was like another home to him. He also talks about how they would dress up for Christmas, him as Santa, and Rudy as (in Asgore's words "his") Rudolph, setting presents side by side together in the snow.

From this and how Rudy's daughters in Deltarune are named Noelle and Dess (short for December), we can take it that he (UT version) is also Christmas themed and a deer. We never see him in Undertale because he is dead. Who else is a deer in Undertale? Gyftrot, the Christmas themed deer. Gyftrot is found in Snowdin (where it is speculated the ledge where you can see the cottage in the distance with the lights on, is The Holiday's cottage.) And when spared, Gyftrot gives you a present.

I suspect Rudy's body was also used to be apart of the Alphys amalgamations determination extraction experiments. The Determination Extraction Machine (or DTEM) has the same shape as Gyftrot's head AND Omega Flowy's head. How was Flowey created? Through Alphys' experiments with the DTEM. But, Alphys didn't design the DTEM, she states she "followed the blueprints." So obviously Gaster made the machine.

Here's where I'm going nuts. All numbers associated with Gaster/Mystery Man in the code of Undertale have to do with 6's. All of his stats, fun values, everything. He only appears in Undertale if you get a fun value of 666. The bunker sound is mus_smile (the sound that plays in Gaster's entry 17, that is also called garbage noise [in reference to multiple telephone calls and Spamton and Jevil's descent into madness]) slowed down by 666%. Spamtom, (who is implied to have gone mad by Gaster telling him the truth about their world.) mentions heaven, and refers to Noelle as an Angel. Who do angels usually fight against? The Devil, and his calling card number 666.

(Also, in Entry 17, he says "Darker, Yet Darker." On the Snowgrave run of DR, the Queen says Noelle has to go into a "Darker yet Darker sleep."

And, [grain of salt here] almost every fun value is related to Gaster. One of them changes the word search Sans gives you to include Ice-e with the word "Nightmare." Noelle thinks the Dark world is a dream. And Noelle's worried sprite looks similar to Ice-e's sprite.

And this is just speculation, the person calling out in the code of Deltarune is Dess, who might have even more of connection to Gaster at some point. I mean, Gaster literally took over Undertale/Deltarune's Twitter to announce Deltarune and we know it's him because of the similar typing, all caps, and "very, very interesting." He might even be the person at the beginning of chapter 1 when you make your vessel.

So, Gyftrot is Rudy amalgamate in the Undertale world, Noelle and Gaster are linked in both worlds for varies reasons, and I also have a huge theory that Rudy and Asgore in the DR world had an affair (because of the aforementioned cut monologue where Asgore talks so highly and fondly of Rudy, plus DR!Rudy literally calling him a fruit and getting flowers from him.) and the mayor (Rudy's wife/Noelle and Dess' mom) pinned her eldest's daughters disappearance on Asgore to get back at him (quite possibly in her grief)/find a legal reason to fire Asgore off of the police force (since Alphys in DR says the cops aren't really useful and just eye candy and the Mayor has all the power.) And ruin Asgore's life. But that's a whole other bucket of worms!

Anyway, Rudy is Gyftrot, change my mind, you can't!

#undertale #deltarune #rudy holiday #asgore dreemurr #noelle holiday #w.d. gaster #dr. alphys #I'VE CRACKED

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shotomyheart · 3 years

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how’d he react: camping trip!

characters -> oikawa, kenma, lev, osamu, suga, kuroo

gn reader

warnings: i’m not sure what camping is like in japan so this might be americanized, sorry! minor angst in oikawa’s but ends fluffy

note: i really like how the bonus drabble for osamu turned out, so make sure to read it!

Oikawa

Oikawa loves the idea of camping. He has camped in his backyard before, but always thought camping in the forest would be so much better. He absolutely wants to do it and will beg to go with you so you two can look at the stars together but as soon as you actually make it to the woods he’s complaining.

He announces his thirteenth bug bite with a loud whine, “Thirteen, thirteen!” Luckily you brought bug spray, but for whatever reason he keeps getting attacked and he’ll be like, “Well, I am delicious.” He’s also constantly tired (“My feet hurt, yn-chan!”), always hungry (“I think it’s the perfect time for a snack break!”), and talks nonstop as you hike (“What do you mean ‘enjoy the sounds of nature’?”).

Once you reach the campground at the top of the mountain, the two of you hurriedly start to unpack. Unfortunately, setting up the tent turns out to be exhausting and temperaments become high from the frustration. Feelings won’t simmer until the night covers the sky and the two of you sneak glances at each other because the camp fire lights up your faces so delicately, you two can’t help it. As the crickets start their songs, Oikawa silently moves to hug you from behind. You easily relax in his arms, moving only to be closer to his chest. The rest of the night is spent in hushed voices and whispered laughs.

Kenma

Bravo for convincing Kenma to leave the comfort of his home to go into the wilderness. Kenma has never found an interest in camping. Bug bites, no wifi, nothing about it seemed ideal, but you begged him to go with you with the preface if he didn’t, you’d go alone, and as much as he hates camping, he’d rather not let you die by being mauled by a bear.

He promises he’ll set everything up and not to worry about anything but what to eat. When the weekend comes, you drive to where he instructed (I headcanon Kenma hates driving) to a safe camping spot he rented out. When you arrive, you see a large wooden cabin completed with air conditioning, wifi, and satellite. Oh well, maybe you can convince him to roast marshmallows with your electric fire place.

Lev

You didn’t have to convince Lev too much when you said you wanted to go camping. Lev loves camping when he travels to Russia to visit his Grandparents. He couldn’t often go into town easily, since he doesn’t speak the language, but in the wild woods you don’t need to talk to anyone else anyway.

It takes a long start on the road because Lev had to keep turning around when he forgot something (which happened many many times). When you finally reach your destination, it’s a beautiful piece of woods next to a stream. Lev helps you set up through trial and error (his tent’s instructions were in Russian, that usually his cousin would read to him), but he never became mad or frustrated, determined to give you the best experience. He smiles and laughs making the entire chore painless and fun.

The weekend was a complete success, the highlight of your trip being Lev catching a fish with his bare hands.

Osamu

Osamu was neither excited nor dreading camping. On one hand, it’ll make you happy, and that’s his number one priority. He also wouldn’t mind trying to cook over a fire, but on the other hand; camping sounds boring as hell. He’s gone before, a few times with the family, but most of his memories are of Atsumu competing him in everything: who’s faster at making a tent? Osamu. Who can jump into the nearby river first? Atsumu. Back and forth they fought, lasting all weekend. And while he’s happy to know his brother won’t be joining, he can’t help wonder what there even is to do?

By the time the two of you set everything up, Osamu starts to itch in boredom, but to be a good boyfriend, he follows your lead. The weekend is spent full of jumping into rivers, catching fish for dinner, outdoor cooking, hiking, dancing to the radio, and kissing under the stars. It was a kind of peace only you could bring, he thinks. This trip makes him think further into the future, and how he’ll try his best to keep you in it.

Suga

Suga has gone camping before with Daichi and Asahi. They always had a lot of fun and they always ended up with loads of wild stories. When you suggested it, he was all for it! He did briefly wonder how differently camping will be with you rather than with his friends.

While he knew it’d be different, he embraced the change of pace. Camping with his friends is loud and rambunctious, but camping with you is peaceful and quiet. The two of you had your fun, but Suga learns to really appreciate the moments of tranquility. When he can wrap you in his arms you while you watch the sun set. Or the morning after where he’d make some hot chocolate for you to wake up to watch the sun rise. The moments when he can hold your hand. Those were his favorites.

Kuroo

Kuroo loves to spoil you, so when you bring up wanting to go camping with him, he suddenly has his wallet open. The week went by slowly, the anticipation of camping with your boyfriend who has been secretly buying things for the trip behind your back is almost too much. The day finally comes and you meet him at the campsite. There he is grinning, patting something under a cloak in the bed of his rundown truck. With a simple quirk of an eyebrow, he reveals what’s under the blanket: a brand new couple’s kayak, tent, and essentials all still with tags on. Don’t bother telling him he didn’t need to buy all of this, because he’s so excited he won’t listen either way.

Your weekend is full of trial and error, but each mistake lead to wholesome moments between you too. His favorite moment was when you tipped over the kayak because there was a spider and the two of you, wet and playfully fighting, kiss to make up. Your favorite moment was when Kuroo was determined to set the tent up by himself and he somehow got tangled up in it, resulting in many blackmail photos. All in all, the both of you only fell harder for each other and will definitely camp again in the future.

BONUS: osamu drabble

Osamu had one other reason he didn’t particularly want to go camping. He ends up always catching a cold and one thing he absolutely can’t stand is getting sick. He has such a bad attitude towards it, even Atsumu doesn’t want him to get sick. First, he denies the symptoms, if he thinks he’s healthy; he’ll stay healthy, is his motto. Next, he’ll be bundled up and will complain about the weather every two minutes because he’s just so cold. And worst of all; his nose grows the brightest red. Atsumu has an oh-so-clever nickname that absolutely boils Osamu’s blood: Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. And while Atsumu can’t stand hearing Osamu cry about how the temperature supposedly keeps dropping, or how he can’t even say hi without being growled at, his love to piss his brother off outweighs that.

This all becomes abundantly clear, when you return home from your successful camping trip and as soon as he steps through the door of his house; he sneezes.

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Friday Night Stabby best quotes part 29 (10/09/21)

so Pearl is still filling in for Joker and yes I did watch seven out of eight POVs for this session, that’s why this quotes thing is so long :)

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Evil: I forgot how to play this game. Endless: Go to electrical and die, Evil. That’s how you play the game.

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Skizz, entering electrical: Look at all these idiots in here. Endless: Hey! That’s not very nice.

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Endless: I remember how to fix wiring. It’s not that hard. Can I do [shields] from here? I can. I did it. I figured it out. Etho: Good job. Endless: Thanks. Thanks, Etho! Etho: I never stopped believing in you. Endless: Your praise means everything to me, dad. *pause as Endless walks away* Endless: He’s not my dad.

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Impulse: *reports a body* Impulse: Okay just hold on, I can do this. Ready? Skizz’s voice in a clip: DANG IIIIT! Impulse: Did you guys hear that? Evil: Yes. Brody: What is that? Impulse: That was the last thing I heard when I caught Skizz red-handedly killing Mrs Tango. *people laugh, then pause* Skizz: I don’t like you.

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Impulse: Tango wanted to die so he could fix his overlay. Tango, dead: I DID NOT! YOU’RE A LIAR! Impulse: Someone did him a favour, I think. Tango, dead: >:(

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Evil, in a monotone: I have wires to do. Skizz, snorting: World’s most bored electrician. Evil, slightly less monotone: More wires.

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Astro: I also want you to know that I didn’t kill you, on purpose. Cuz it’s your birthday. But that was your one round of- Endless: Not my birthday. My birthday was- Astro: It was yesterday. Endless: -hours and hours ago. Astro: It’s still technically your birthday somewhere. Endless: I don’t think that’s how time works, but okay.

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*last round, Endless spent a long time with Astro but didn’t kill him despite being imposter* Astro: Alright, Endless. This time, you can kill me. Astro and Endless: *laugh* Astro: Don’t throw me off like that. I thought you were all i- Endless: *kills Astro* *pause* Astro: ...thanks, Endless. Thanks. *laughs* Well, I can’t complain; I DID ask for it.

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Skizz: Now if I die, you know it’s Etho (pronouncing it Eh-tho). Etho: Hey now.

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Impulse: Oh whoops, I was muted that whole meeting. Tango: Aha! Exactly what a killer would say.

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Astro, a ghost: Hey Evil, did you know that Impulse’s bone is not- not well right now? Evil: *snickers* Astro, a ghost: See I KNEW you could hear me, you imposter!

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Pearl: Did you have a neutral role? Impulse: Yeah, I was jester. Pearl: Ahhh. Cheeky nugget.

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Brody: Tango. Two people saw you leave the corpse of your wife. Tango: So what? Where is the corpse of my wife? Brody: Where is the corpse? Two people saw you, are you really gonna try that? Tango: I just passed you in the hallway! Nothing was there! Pearl: He’s gonna play dumb, it’s okay. Impulse: He’s still mad that she threw out his spices when they moved. Tango: IT’S THE OLD BAY, MAN! IT’S THE OLD BAY!

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Endless: It was Tango in O2 with the lead pipe- No, that’s not- Different game.

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Etho: I was with Brody and Astro but I’m… invisible, apparently. Astro: I- I said there was somebody else! I just wasn’t going to say something that I thought might make you seem suspicious. Etho: It’s been happening a lot and it’s a little weird, but okay.

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*after the meeting* Astro: I’ll notice you next time, Etho. Etho: Okay, thank you. That’s all I want.

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Skizz: It’s the purple guy! Endless: It can’t be the purple guy! Evil: It CAN be the purple guy. *votes are revealed, Endless is ejected* Endless: D’aww, you guys don’t even know how- that’s… stupid. *everyone laughs* Skizz, laughing: “Your Honour, this is very dumb”

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*everyone skipped except Endless who voted for Impulse* Endless: I got your number, Impulse. *pause* Astro: What’s his number? Four? Eight? Nine? Six? Evil: Two. Endless, at the same time: Seven.

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*Etho claims Tango killed Evil but can’t say how he knows for fear of assassination* Endless: So you saw it on admin and then came down to report it? Is that what that was? *pause* Etho: Exactly. *animation of Etho shooting himself plays* Etho: DANGIT!!!

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Etho: Where we going, Tango? What we doing? Tango: I’m going to my grave is where I think I’m going.

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Astro: Hey, Mrs T? Mrs Tango: Hi? Astro: I need you to do something really suspicious. Mrs Tango: Okay.

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*after Impulse crashed out of the game but his body is reported* Skizz: That was the most epic kill yet. It happened IRL.

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Tango: Dead, disconnected. It’s all the same thing. Pearl: For one, you get cut in half, but the other, you just go “poof”.

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*Etho is suspected of being executioner against Brody* Tango: So Etho, you’re saying there’s two imposters alive. Who do you think is the second one? *pause* Etho: That, I don’t know just yet. Tango: An executioner wouldn’t need to know that though, right? Etho: Maybe Astro. *long pause* Astro: What?! Why have you gone from Brody to me all of a sudden?!

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Brody: Astro, please don’t kill me. Astro: I would’ve killed you long ago. Brody: That’s not true. You love me. Astro: Not after you accused me of- Brody, chuckling: I haven’t accused you of anything. Astro: You accused me of breathing heavily earlier and I’m offended by it. Brody: You did, though. Astro: I can’t help that the air quality here is… dog crap. Brody: I know you well enough. I know you well enough to know when you’re, like, concentrating. Astro: Not my fault that I can’t breathe here right now.

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Etho: [Brody] killed Impulse on the first round. It made [Impulse] crash. And then [Brody] reported the body. Next round, he killed another person and did another report. He’s a- He’s a self-reporting… Brody. *everyone laughs* Evil: This is the best you’ve got, Etho?

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Evil: So here’s the question for everybody: do I tell Skizz what his minor tell is or do I keep it to myself? Skizz: You zip it! You got nothing! Tango: Keep it to yourself. That’s part of the fun; we can all learn each other’s tells. Astro: You mean like when somebody has heavy breathing when they kill somebody, Brody? Brody: Oh. Astro: I’m gonna have extra heavy breathing when I kill you. Extra… EXTRA… heavy breathing. Brody: ...I’ll remember that.

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Skizz: I finally kill the banana and instantly I hear him be all “you crashed my game!” Astro: Wait, so when I said that if Impulse rage-quit it was Skizz, I was actually correct on that? Skizz: You were right, yeah. Impulse: Wow… Endless: Skizz was like “if you’re not gonna rage quit, I’m gonna rage quit for you!” Skizz: I killed you so hard your game crashed. That’s a KILL right there.

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Brody: Yeah, I’ve been actually watching her teleport. Like “wait, did she come out of that vent??” No, she’s teleporting around. Tango: Hacks! Pearl: Speedies! Astro: The hacks are Australian ping.

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Astro: Hey, Evil. Evil: Hi. Are you gonna kill me? Astro: Do you want me to or do you want me to let you live? Evil: I’d like to live, thank you.

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Evil: *runs into electrical and finds only Pearl in there* Pearl, singing: Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose. Evil: I’m done with my tasks. Pearl: *kills Evil immediately* Astro, a ghost: *laughs* You got killed to Christmas music, Evil.

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Astro, dead: Hey Evil, how did it feel to get Christmas carolled as you were being killed? Evil, dead: She took the happiest time of the year and destroyed me with it!

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Pearl: I’m gonna go kill Etho. Shhh. Giant Skizz, in a deep voice: You do it. Rock and roll.

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Mrs Tango: My cooldown was so long and nobody was alone. Astro: It’s okay, Mrs Tango. Your speedy laggy Australian friend was killing all the people. Pearl: I literally told Skizz I was gonna kill Etho and I did exactly just that.

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Brody: I cleaned [Etho] out of a vent and I didn’t know you could even do that but here we are. Endless: That’s awesome! Brody: I mean- I knew it, I knew you were in there, Etho. Sucker.

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Endless: I know of one person who didn’t do the kill. Skizz: Who? Endless, whispering: Me. I was downloading in weapons. Skizz: You’re not gonna vouch for yourself. That’s not how justice works. Endless: Oh. My bad.

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*Astro and Endless win as imposters* Endless: What did you do, Pearl? What happened there? Did you try to sheriff Skizz? Pearl: Yeah, I wanted to take a stab. I was the sheriff. I thought it might’ve been Skizz. Astro: Ohh, YOU got the last kill, Pearl? Pearl: Yeeaaahh. That was me. Skizz: THAT’s how we died? Cuz Pearl sheriffed the wrong person? Endless: It gets better than that. Pearl asked me to move away so she didn’t accidentally sheriff me. ...

Impulse: We getting double killed in here? Brody: Hopefully.

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Brody: I’m voting for Tango; he’s having too much fun. Evil: Tango’s not allowed to have fun, we know that. Tango: Shut that down, yeah.

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Pearl: *votes for Brody* Brody: Pearl. Why do you hate me? Pearl: I just have reasons. Skizz, to Brody: Don’t tug at THAT thread. Brody: Would you like to tell people about those reasons? Pearl: Not particularly.

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Brody: Mrs Tango, do you want me to put like a poster of me in your new office? Of just me looking at you? Mrs Tango: Uhhh… Evil: Only if you’re wearing the pink hat. Brody: ONLY the pink hat. That’s it. *pause* Evil: Okay, that… that got awkward.

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Astro: So would you like to know a good story? It’s a fun story. Etho: I would love to hear a good story right now, Astro. Astro: The fun story is that Mrs Tango thought that the comms were out and she wouldn’t get revealed walking away from her archnemesis, The Endless’s body. Tango: Well then I’m not voting for her at all, even if she did kill him, cuz that’s good by me. Etho: Ohoo… Evil: WOW.

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Astro: Mrs Tango, you basically won the round; you killed Endless, so… *everyone laughs* Etho: That’s all we can hope for in the world, right? Tango: You kill Endless, you pretty much win, right? That doesn’t matter. *pause* Etho: Love you, Endless.

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*Brody and Mrs Tango win as imposters after Brody framed Evil* Skizz: Evil, I’m so sorry, dude! Evil: No you’re not. Brody: I’m not sorry. I needed that in my heart. I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry whatsoever.

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Impulse: Come watch me scan! Wanna watch me scan? C’mon! Watch this! It’s gonna be the best. Come watch. Astro: No, because I know what you’re gonna say and I’m not gonna stand for it. Impulse, hopping on the scanner: I’m not gonna do it, I’m not gonna do it. But that was- that’s legit. You saw that? Astro: You’re a little to the left. Impulse: I’m not gonna say it. But you’re gonna kill me anyway, so I might as well say it. Astro: You need to go to the right. Impulse: Did you watch me scan? Astro: You’re a little- You were- Impulse: Watch me nae nae. Astro, laughing: -a little far to the left.

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Astro: I was coming from lab. Somebody was nae-naeing over there. Impulse: *giggles* Astro: Won’t say who, but somebody was. Impulse: There’s only one person here who does that.

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Astro: I’m gonna come back cuz I don’t trust you. Brody: *scoffs* Okay. Astro: You murdered me last time! Brody, deadpan: I wouldn’t do that to you. That doesn’t sound like something I would do. Astro: Right in front of Evil and everything. I couldn’t get through the door. Brody, deadpan: I wouldn’t do that to you.

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Endless: Hey, I’ve gotta fix the- I’m rebooting the wifi, sorry if it goes down. For a few minutes. Or A minute. Or until I come back here and, uh, reinitialise it. Brody, walking away: Endless, do you ever just stop talking? Etho, laughing: Ouch. Endless, following Brody: Hey, Brody. Let’s hang out, SIR. Brody: *laughs* Endless: How’ve you been, Brody? How’s your evening going? Brody: I’m fine. I’m fine. Are you gonna kill me? Endless: Are you always a jackass? Brody: Usually, yes. Are you gonna kill me or what? Endless: No, I don’t- I can’t kill you. But next time. Next time.

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Endless: I’m definitely going to take a break so that I’m the last one back, and that’ll teach them to leave me here to entertain you. Pearl: Okay. Enjoy your water consumption. Endless: That’s very sweet of you. I appreciate that. You enjoy whatever consumption you’re doing as well.

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Skizz, being ejected: You can’t be mayor and imposter, can you? Tango and Endless: No. Skizz: Well, I’m all sorts of twisted. Tango: You’re all sorts of dead.

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*after Mrs Tango assassinated engineer Etho* Mrs Tango: I super appreciate you calling Etho out for being the engineer. Etho: I didn’t appreciate it.

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Astro: I can tell you one thing: Etho’s not the engineer this round. Etho: You don’t know that for sure. Astro: Oh I think I do.

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Astro: Hey Impulse. Impulse: Yeah? Astro: I just scanned. You know what else I did? Impulse: *gasps delightedly* You didn’t! Astro: I… *pause* Astro: Nah, I’m not gonna say it.

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Impulse: *reports Astro’s body* Impulse: So. Astro scanned. But he did not nae nae. Just saying. Endless: I don’t think that’s how the song goes. Impulse: So I came to give him a stern talking to. But his body was dead.

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Skizz: I’m doing my tasks. Tango: Your task is to assassinate. Skizz: That’s right, baby. And I’m coming for you next. Tango: Mhm. Bring it.

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Astro: I can vouch for Evil cuz he watched me scan, Impulse watched me nae nae, and-. Impulse: Oh no. You’re gonna die now.

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Skizz: Impulse sampled the Skizz! *pause* Impulse: Ew.

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Brody: I’m not sorry I voted for you, Endless. Endless: Well, I’m glad that Mrs Tango didn’t. Brody: It’s cuz she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. I will hurt your feelings.

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Endless: I knew I got that wrong. Dangit. Simon Says- I blew it- I screwed it on the last… Brody: ...what? Endless: I feel like this should be the last game. I just… Tango: Are you having a nervous breakdown? What’s going on? Endless: Yeah, a little bit.

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Endless: I voted for you, Brody. Cuz I hate everything about you. Brody: Thank you, buddy. I’ll vote for you also.

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Pearl: Who we voting for? Brody: Endless. Endless: Brody. Tango: Why are we voting for Endless? Or Brody? Endless: Because Brody’s a jerk.

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Pearl: This is awkward, cuz Tango was trying to get me to kill him. Tango: Do NOT pin that on me, my fair lady! Pearl: No no no, I’m not. Etho: Ooooh this is spicy :D Pearl: I’m pinning this on Skizz. Skizz just decided to walk by- Tango: Oh, okay. I’m good with that.

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Brody: Etho, c’mere. Come here. That’s the second time you’ve ruined my fun. Etho: Were you sheriff? Brody: No. Don’t Starve- I say that and you ruin my fun and then Christmas music and you kill me. I just- Why do you hate me? Etho: I- I was just backing up my partner, y’know? Brody: Look, if you don’t wanna play Don’t Starve, you just say “hey man, I’m not into it”. That’s fine. See, you just say that. Etho: I like Don’t Starve. Brody: Evidently not with me.

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Endless: It’s Brody’s fault for sussing me on that one. Brody: It’s not my fault you’re dumb.

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Impulse: Keys or you’re sus! Brody: Keys or you’re… Impulse. Endless: Hey, I’M Impulse.

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Astro, dead: Hey. Your wife killed me. Tango, dead: Good. Evil and Mrs Jerkface.

#friday night stabby quotes #friday night stabby #impulsesv #tangotek #skizzleman #etho #pearlescentmoon #astrozoan #mrstango #theendless #evilnotion #brodyman

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Paper Bag (Request)

MCU Cast x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: Hope i am not bothering you but can i request one of avengers cast x teen!reader,where the reader gets acne and they think their ugly so they put a paperbag over their face but the cast notices and they ask them what's wrong and the reader removes their bag and say that they are ugly but the cast is like its normal to have it and you're beautiful.

Warnings: insecurity, self hatred, body hate, language

(A/N): berlin was AWESOME. i slept the ENTIRETY of yesterday so today i will post as well as tomorrow and monday too! enjoy the fics (hopefully) :D

You’d been in Marvel movies as a returning character for years. Your character was growing up, just as you were, and you loved every moment spent with the cast. They’d known you since you were about 6, and your bond with them was as real as could be.

Knowing them all for so long, you’d been able to tell them most of your problems. The early problems with fame, love troubles, friendship drama, and general weird thinking about the world. They had in many ways raised you.

But there was one thing - something that brought such a dark shadow of shame over you, so maddening and humiliating you’d never ever told them. You were insecure about how you looked.

It was ridiculous. I mean, you’d always kind of disliked your body type, and as you grew, you wished you had certain other features. Some of the insecurity came with fame, but the root of it just always seemed to have been there.

That’s why when you looked in the mirror to see your first pimple, your reaction was not as simple as being bummed out. You felt disgusting. So disgusting, in fact, you stayed in your trailer and cried and cried and cried, and eventually covered your mirrors, because the reflection you saw was an evil taunt. It told you that you were ugly.

But the mirrors being covered didn’t help. You couldn’t feel comfortable with the cast anymore, not knowing a bright red pimple adorned your usually untouched forehead. Not knowing you looked so stupid. Your mood was ruined, and your reflection was seemingly everywhere to bully you.

It reflected you on smooth surfaces, like counters and shelves, in glass and in bathroom mirrors. You cried each time you were reminded of your frank ugliness. It only worsened when you got several more pimples, and you felt yourself scrambling to fix everything, to stop the taunting that was so constant in your brain.

The moment you pulled the paper bag over your head, it stopped. You were anonymous again. No fame, no beauty, no ugliness. Anonymity was a superpower.

The first time you wore it, you only wore it at home, and then struggled the rest of the day with your crippling self hatred. After two days of this, you couldn’t resist it. Wearing it to work. You knew it looked weird, but you just wanted so, so desperately to feel comfortable again.

“Woah, who’s that?” Anthony asked as you walked onto set that morning, paper bag resting on your shoulders, and three holes (two eyes, one mouth) cut into it.

“It’s me,” you said curtly. It was a fair group of people you had accidentally run into. Anthony, Scarlett, Sebastian, Chris (Evans), and Elizabeth sat in the break room where you were trying to get some coffee in. You wanted to avoid everyone as long as possible. You knew your actions would raise questions (questions you really did not want to answer), so you’d planned to not speak to anyone outside of the filming. You would take it off in front of the camera, and then grab it as soon as possible, to minimise the agony and self hatred that had caused it in the first place.

“Y/n? Why are you wearing a paper bag?” Scarlett’s joking tone signalled she (and probably the others too) thought it was a joke of sorts. A prank, maybe. You ignored her question and put a mug beneath the dispenser, pressing a couple of buttons. Coffee was dispensed. You waited silently.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian called from the couch.

“Yep.”

There was an uncomfortable silence. You just wanted to leave. If only wearing a paper bag everywhere was socially acceptable.

“What’s with the paper bag, sweetheart?” Elizabeth asked worriedly. They had probably realised by now, that it was more than just a practical joke. You panicked.

“I’m doing a.. It’s an experiment.. For school,” you lied. You went to pick up your mug, but, regretfully, you realised your hand was shaking. A lot. In fact, your entire body was shaking a little bit. They were just a little bit too close to the truth. To the shame.

You grabbed the mug and took it, backing out to exit the room, but you went to quick, hand slipping, and the mug as well as its contents spilled out onto the floor. The mug shattered and the hot, brown liquid flooded the floor.

“Hey-” a hand found your shoulder, making you jump away and shriek. The paper bag rattled at the motion. It was Chris who’d walked up to you (very stealthily, may I add) and was now looking at you with those concerned blue eyes. “Are you okay, N/n? What’s wrong?”

The mug was shattered. The coffee was on the floor. You had pimples on your forehead and you couldn’t stand yourself. You started crying.

Silently crying, but visibly shaking, you lowered yourself to your knees on the floor, grasping your head through the paper bag in agony. You hated yourself. It was such a loud feeling.

“Y/n..” you heard Chris mumble, squatting down next to you and stroking your back. The shuffling of feet came closer, until the cast was standing next to you. The paper bag rattled once more, as this time, you took it off.

“I’m so ugly. I’m so ugly, Chris, I can’t stand myself,” you sobbed, now audibly, tears running down your face and some dripping into the spilt coffee. You saw your reflection in the liquid, and shame overtook you once more. “I’m so ugly-”

“Stop. No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am. I’ve got- I’ve got pimples on my face and I-” you croaked, but broke off into a sob once more.

“Hang on, is this about pimples?” Sebastian intercepted, stepping forward. You shook your head.

“No.. Well, yeah. But it’s just.. Everything. I always hated how I looked, and I.. This just made it worse, I guess..”

“Oh, sweetie..” Scarlett mumbled, as both her and Elizabeth pulled you up form the wetted floor, and into a hug. They rubbed your back and squeezed you tight.

“You’re such a stunning young person, N/n. In every way. And pimples! They’re the most natural thing on the planet. I had pimples, Scarlett had pimples, Sebastian, Chris, Anthony! We’ve all had it,” Elizabeth said, as your raking sobs turned to sniffles in the ladies’ warm embraces. You nodded into her shoulder.

“Please, believe me, N/n, when I say that you’re one of the most gorgeous humans I’ve ever encountered. Inside and out,” Scarlett’s voice had never seemed as comforting as then.

“For the record, we don’t think you’re ugly either. You’re the definition of beautiful. I’d let my kids date you. And that’s a huge compliment!” Anthony jumped in, semi-jokingly, but gaze as serious as could be.

You wheezed a laugh. The pimples, that previously had seemed as bright and glowing as Rudolph’s red nose, seemed less significant now. Actually, you realised you’d never felt as comfortable as you did then. The insecurity that had had so many ties over you, had been cut loose. You were free and floating.

You almost felt stupid for not telling them sooner. The confidence you felt, was something you’d never gotten to experience.

You pulled away form Elizabeth and Scarlett, smiling and wiping your eyes.

“Thank you, guys. I’m sorry for being so dramatic,” you giggled now, face puffy and cried-out, but still you felt beautiful.

“Hey, no. You weren’t being dramatic. You were struggling with something and we helped you. Simple as that,” Sebastian said, ruffling your hair and smiling encouragingly.

“And don’t hesitate to tell any of us, if you feel like this again. We will jump to comfort you at any time of the day,” Chris added, patting your shoulder. You wiped your eyes once more, smiling like a dork.

“Can I get a hug?” you asked.

They hugged you, and you felt so loved and beautiful. You truly had somewhere, you thought, that you could always tell anyone anything. You had something so incredible. You had a family.

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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First Chanukah Together (Night 2) | Ari Levinson x reader

(you can read night 1 here, it’s not at all necessary to understand the plot of this one though! this one doesn’t really have a plot anyways skdjghakjghsd)

summary: you really, really like ari’s beard. he reminds you why. (basically there’s no plot at all it’s just smut, guys.)

word count: bit over 1.3k

warnings: smut!! (oral f receiving), beard kink, other than that just fluff and religious references (all of these are gonna have religious references it’s chanukah themed!!)

"Anything good on?" you asked as you sat down on the couch, watching Ari on the floor as he adjusted the dials on the TV, flipping through the channels mindlessly.

"Just Christmas movies," he frowned.

"We need a good Chanukah movie," you realized. "Are there any?"

"There's Fiddler on the Roof,” he shrugged. “That one's also a Rosh Hashanah movie, and a Yom Kippur movie. And a Passover movie."

"So it's sort of an all-purpose Jewish movie."

"Pretty much, yeah," he laughed. "At least, in my family."

"I guess they don't show it on TV out here," you realized.

"Nope," he agreed, "just a lot of White Christmas."

"Oh hey, that Rudolph special is kinda cute," you commented as you saw him flip past it.

"Cute?! Those clay people freak me out," he shuddered.

“You may be the most fearless man I know, but you’re afraid of a stop-motion baby reindeer,” you chuckled. “You’re a trip, Ari Levinson.”

"It's getting pretty dark out, would you light the second candle?” he requested as he motioned to the menorah in the window. You nodded and got up to do so, realizing how dark it was from the way you couldn’t see much of anything outside through the glass— just the reflection of the candles, and the light cast by the TV behind you. Ari’s profile was always stunning, but in the faint blue-ish glow of the screen, you found yourself ogling a little bit. You didn’t get many chances to look at him uninterrupted; he usually noticed and started teasing you, but now he couldn’t see you staring at all.

“Please never shave your beard,” you blurted out suddenly as you turned to face him again. “Or cut your hair.”

He looked up at you from the floor, smirking a bit. “Really? I was kinda thinking about at least getting an inch or two off the hair,” he admitted, running his fingers through it. “It’s gettin’ sorta shaggy.”

“I like it that way,” you announced as you knelt down to join him on the floor, only to yelp in surprise as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him suddenly, both of you toppling onto the ground.

“Do you?” he pressed, leaning in to kiss your neck— his beard tickled you a little when he did that, and it made you shiver in his strong embrace.

“Y-yeah,” you nodded weakly. His body weight pressing you into the floor was relaxing in one sense, and invigorating in another. As his arms reached up to rest on either side of your head, caging you in, and his hips slotted in between your legs, you found yourself biting down on your lip without realizing you’d done it.

“You don’t think it makes me look like a hippy?” he chuckled, kisses trailing down to your collarbone; when the neckline of your sweater got in the way, he pulled it down and kept going. You couldn’t find the energy to worry about him stretching out your favorite top, focusing instead on the way his lips felt against your skin— and the way you could almost feel him getting hard through his jeans when he pushed up against you just right.

“Kinda,” you admitted, barely able to keep track of the conversation as he kept moving lower and lower, “but it’s… I dunno, it’s hot.”

“Sounds like you do know,” he mocked as he moved his body down on top of yours, his head resting just above your stomach. Your disappointment must’ve shown on your face because he started laughing. “What’s wrong, pretty baby?”

“Um,” you stalled, having to focus to keep your hips from bucking up towards him.

“Just tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he shrugged.

A pang of need hit inside you, as if you needed reminding of what you wanted. “Ari, need your mouth, please…”

He smirked and slid down that last little bit, grabbing your fuzzy pajama pants and pulling them down to your ankles— and your underwear along with them. “What are you all wet for?” he cooed, stopping for a moment to kiss inside your thighs. You could tell he was intentionally rubbing his beard against your sensitive skin, letting the ends of his long hair tickle you in a… specific place.

“Fffuck,” you stammered in lieu of an answer.

“Is this all for me?” he pressed.

“Yes,” you nodded quickly.

“You smell so good,” he purred. You couldn’t be sure if it was the way his voice got deeper and darker that made your spine tingle and your nipples harden instantly, or if it was the filthy words that voice was actually saying. It was sort of embarrassing when he said stuff like that, but in a way you had grown to find quite enjoyable. Once he’d figured out your sensitivity to praise— especially that kind of praise— he’d taken every opportunity to exploit it. “Bet you taste even better,” he finished as he dove in between your legs, licking a long, slow stripe through your folds.

You could feel his beard against your pussy and you thought you might die.

“Ari,” you moaned, “fuck.” You let your head fall back against the floor, which he corrected instantly with a light slap on your thigh.

“Nuh uh, baby, wanna see those pretty eyes while I taste your cunt, okay? Don't look away."

You were pretty sure it wasn't about him seeing your eyes, though; it was about you seeing him do this to you. Those blue eyes of his pierced right through you as he latched his lips onto your swollen clit, your back arching instantly of its own accord.

You could feel him smile a little as he kept working you, tongue laving over every sensitive spot he could find— which, it turns out, is a lot. Even more came into play as he pressed two thick fingers inside you.

"Ari, baby," you whimpered, pushing back against his hand. Just his fingers were enough to get so deep inside you; it was a wonder you were able to take his cock at all. "Right there," you sighed.

"Think I don't know that? You're about to come already," he laughed as he licked your clit again. Your fingers laced into his hair, tightening and tugging at the roots without really meaning to. The long ends were swinging against the insides of your thighs as you rocked back onto his hand and face, and it made your whole body erupt into goosebumps. "Come on my tongue, pretty baby," he encouraged darkly, "wantcha to soak this beard you like so much with your come."

"Fuck, 'm gonna," you hissed, "so close, please please don't stop."

The hand holding your thigh gripped you a little tighter, just as the fingers inside you curled a little harder. Pressure seized up in your gut as you felt your walls clenching on him; warmth spread from between your legs, specks of color danced behind your eyes. You heard his name before you even realized that it was you who said it.

When his fingers slipped out of you and his face emerged from between your thighs, he was grinning so wide that it was impossible not to smile with him. “That was…” you searched for the right word, still catching your breath, “unexpected.”

You giggled when he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his beard nearly dripping with your arousal even as he tried to clean it off a bit. “I bet I’ll be able to smell your cunt for days ‘cause of this.”

“Don’t be mad cause I gave you what you asked for,” you shrugged.

He leaned in to hover above you, ghosting his lips over your ear and pressing his hips between your legs so you could feel how hard his cock had become. “Oh, I’m not mad,” he assured darkly, sending a shiver up your spine just with his voice, “but I’m not anywhere near done with you yet.”

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x y/n

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12 Days Of Fictmas: Day 3

Prompt: I can’t believe you like Rudolph more than Frosty! Wrestler: Flip Gordon OC: None Triggers: None

“You are absolutely insane!” Flip yelled from up the hallway.

I turned my head towards him and got a really confused look on my face. He was headed down the hallway straight for me. I honestly couldn’t tell what his problem was though, I hadn’t even talked to Flip the past couple of days.

“Okay,” I said, with an eyebrow raised. “You’re mad at me for something, but I honestly don’t know what that is.”

“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know,” Flip said, as he finally reached me.

I looked up at him even more confused.

“Gordon, I’m not pretending,” I said with a huff. “I honestly don’t know why you’re mad at me.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Flip said, crossing his arms over his chest. “The Bucks already told me your secret.”

I looked behind Flip to see Matt and Nick standing at the end of the hallway, filming on their phones. I gave them a wtf look before turning my attention back to the angry man in front of me.

“And what secret would that be because I honestly have a few that would piss you off,” I said, putting my hands in my back pockets.

“I can’t believe you like Rudolph more than Frosty!” Flip said, a tone of disbelief in his voice.

I stared at him dumbfounded. You had to be kidding. This is the reason that he’s mad at me?

“Are you serious?” I asked. “That’s what this is about?”

“Of course,” Flip replied. “How could you like a reindeer over a jolly snowman?”

I sighed and looked at the Bucks who were doubled over, trying not to laugh.

“Because that Jolly snowman of yours is seriously the creepiest thing ever,” I explained. “You literally put a hat on his head and now it’s a grown ass man who hangs around with little kids. At least mine is a cute reindeer.”

“Yeah,” Flip said with a scoff. “A cute reindeer who gets bullied by his friends for being different and can’t join in on any of the fun that his friends have because they think he’s a weirdo.”

I pause for a minute after he finishes his small rant.

“You know Flip,” I said, looking up at his curiously. “I think I know why I like that movie more than Frosty.”

“Oh yeah?” He replies. “And why is that?”

“Because it reminds me of you,” I said with a small smile on my face.

Flip just looked at me confused. Not really understanding what I was saying.

“Think about it, Flip,” I started to explain. “You get bullied all the time by Matt and Nick who claim to be your friends. You’re never allowed to join in on any of their fun. They usually just superkick you in the face. And they do that because you are different from them. You’re still a newbie in Ring of Honor.”

Flip just stared at me dumbfounded. He had never thought of it like that before.

“That’s really freaky when you think about it,” Flip said, a little saddened.

“How about this, Flip,” I said, taking his hand in mine. “You be Rudolph, and I’ll be your Clarice.”

Flip looked at me for a second before giving me a small smile.

“Yeah,” He said. “I would really like that.”

I stood on my tip toes and gave him a quick kiss before we headed off down the hallway together hand in hand. What we didn’t notice was Matt and Nick staring after us, both with shock and disbelief plastered on their faces.

#flip gordon #flip gordon one shot #flip gordon x reader #one shot #wrestling #wrestling one shot #12 days of fictmas 2021

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