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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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Hihi! May I req an emergency req? With male!reader accidentally dropping/pushing a plate or glass and breaking it. Reader rushing to clean the mess up even with his bare hands and out of concern, the character yells at them to be careful or smth and reader flinches? How would they react? (And if ur fine with it, reader having SEVERE daddy issues and domestic violence so that's why they act like that) pls don't make reader those crybaby types but someone similar to dazai but less uhm, dazai? Like dazai but when he seems human if u yk what I mean) and reader being a teen (14-17)

Format: Anything u want!

Characters: Kunikida, Fukuzawa, Chuuya, Poe and Ranpo (separate) (omg if u could, then ranpoe together being father figures I just love the ship it's my comfort ship😭💖💖)

Platonic pls :)) (chuuya being an older brother figure, Fukuzawa and kunikida being father figures)

I FEEL LIKE ITS TOO SPECIFIC SO FEEL FREE TO NARROW IT DOWN 😭😭. Make sure to take care of urself and have a wonderful day <33

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okay so. i'm really REALLY sorry T-T but i do not write male readers so i am gonna go gn with this (again i am sorry ily <3)

When Reader flinches after they yell

♡ characters: Doppo Kunikida, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Chuuya Nakahara, Edgar Allan Poe, Ranpo Edogawa (bonus Ranpoe together!), teenage!gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: Reader breaks a piece of flatware and when they go to clean it, they're yelled at and flinch. How do the characters react to this?

♡ cw: Reader suffers from domestic abuse-related trauma and has daddy issues, yelling, trauma response (specifically a kind of silent/blunt affect type reaction), swearing, mentions of reader's hands being cut (unintentionally by flatware shards), father and older brother figure dynamics, lmk if I missed anything

note: I hope you're doing alright 💙 Anon, and I hope that these make you feel better :') come to me for hugs if you need them. I also hate yelling and have daddy issues so like, I feel you my dude. AND RANPOE IS MY COMFORT SHIP TOO omggg they're the best DM me and let's rant about them. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Kunikida:

Let's say you're a mentee of his at the agency. Kunikida obviously only has good intentions and would hate for you to get hurt (Yosano...*shiver*), so he kinda freaks out a little when he sees you about to grab ceramic shards with your bare hands

Caught up in his alarm, he yells at you not to touch the shards and then goes to get a broom (or one of those little dustpan things) to clean up the mess

He comes back and sees your expression, and is honestly a little confused at first. You did manage to stay out of harm's way so he doesn't understand what's got you so distressed (he's so smart but also so very dumb)

You sit there while he quickly cleans the mess but when he notices that your eyes have kind of glazed over and you seem to be somewhere else, he gets a little worried and asks if you're alright

You tell him that you got frightened when he yelled because it reminded you of something and he has a moment of '...shit'

Kunikida puts down his dustpan/broom, puts a hand on your shoulder and gently explains that he wasn't mad at you but that he was just worried about you. He'd rather you made a mess unharmed than cleaned up the mess but gotten hurt

Don't be fooled by his calm demeanour, he actually feels really bad and will probably beat himself up for making such a mistake

He does end up cleaning it for you and asks you to please take care of yourself and be careful

Fukuzawa:

He has an odd tendency of being very intense with his kids out of the blue and then immediately feeling bad for it which is exactly what happens with you

You were probably bringing him tea or something when you accidentally dropped the tray and the cup shattered. He probably barely even reacted at all to it honestly, mostly just because he doesn't care THAT much about a cup. He has more

But then you apologise and kneel down to get them and this man might be tough but he is a softie at heart and panics when his kids are in harm's way (you're basically his kid let's be real)

So he yells, and it's basically that one scene in the theatre from Untold Origins all over again, except unlike Ranpo he knows that you don't really shake such things off so easily due to your past. So he's still concerned just for different reasons

He knows that as a father figure in your life he's supposed to protect you and that he had good intentions but it still affected you negatively in a way, and he's like. Really really sad about that fact (but he doesn't show it awh)

He apologises for yelling and asks you not to try and clean up ceramic shards with your bare hands because infections and y'know your hands are a pretty important part of your body

Fukuzawa is still firm as he speaks but he's also very gentle and nice about the whole thing and sits with you until you feel better

If you thank him for looking out for you, he'll be thinking about that for like the next week :'((((

Chuuya:

Chuuya yells like, a lot, but he often makes a conscious effort not to do so around you because he knows that you don't like it. Being a habit though, it sometimes comes out unintentionally

So say you're bringing him something to eat while he's working or something and while you're approaching him you drop and shatter the plate.

He's like 'Oh let me get that' and was gonna grab the shards with his ability (he doesn't have an issue with doing it himself cus it's lowkey quicker), but then he sees that you're about to collect them barehanded and yells at you to stop

When he sees you flinch he immediately starts backtracking like 'Wait, no- that's not what I meant' and comes to kneel beside you and pat you on the head (or back, whichever)

He quickly composes himself and apologises, saying that he was just worried about you, not angry about the plate or you wanting to clean it.

He tells you that he's gotten cuts on his palms before and they 'hurt like a motherfucker' so he didn't want you to get hurt too (and he's kinda being jokey about it because he's nice like that)

He just exudes comfort energy, so your panic moment doesn't really last that long. He's honestly very chill about the whole thing because he knows that you're not gonna make the same mistake

Even if you did though he'd help bandage your cuts without hesitation

Poe:

Poe is the opposite of Chuuya- he just DOESN'T yell at all. That's why it caught you as offguard as it did

When you dropped the plate he was a little scared because of the loud noise, but was relieved to see that you hadn't gotten hurt.

He really doesn't care much about a broken dish, because he can buy a billion more with ease. He just cares that you were about to hurt your hand (I'm quite sure you can possibly injure nerves by cutting your palm, and as a murder mystery writer Poe would absolutely be aware of this)

So he yells in an attempt to get you to quickly stop when you kneel down to clean it, and when he sees your face he feels awful

Poe hates yelling too, so he is extremely apologetic about the whole thing. He feels really bad because he knows that you find a lot of comfort with him and he's scared he's just ruined your trust in him to keep you safe

You tell him that you know he wasn't trying to be mean or malicious but he still feels really bad about it (lowkey you end up comforting HIM ngl)

He decides to clean up the mess himself (and lets you cuddle Karl while he does because he's basically an emotional support animal)

Will literally do anything to get you to trust him once more because he feels such an unnecessary amount of guilt (you have to really hammer it into him that you DO still trust him- he doesn't entirely believe you (projecting sorry lol))

Ranpo:

Ranpo is the Super Highschool Level Older Brother Figure. And as such he is appropriately concerned when he sees that you're about to try and handle a broken plate with bare hands

I'm absolutely certain that several times in the past Ranpo's dropped his fair share of dishes and gotten cuts from trying to pick them up too fast and he doesn't want that happening to you

So he yells to you not to touch them. When he sees your reaction to this, for a split second he panics but he actually handles it surprisingly well for a (2)6 year old

He comes over and sits down beside you. Then he explains to you that he doesn't want you to get hurt unnecessarily (especially somewhere like your hands) because he cares about you, so he panicked for a second and that's why he yelled.

(to everyone's surprise /j) he does apologise to you for it and give you a hug to help ground you and comfort you (he also gives you a little squeeze cus he feels bad aw)

If you ask him if he's mad about the broken dish he immediately goes back to normal and is like 'Pfft not at all. It's a plate Y/N' and tells you not to worry about it

He does make you feel better about the broken plate, but this is Ranpo we're talking about. You think he's gonna clean it up, or even help you clean it? No, that job unfortunately still falls entirely on you (damnit Ranpo)

Except this time you take cautionary measures before you do so. And Ranpo's happy to see it :)

Ranpoe:

Right, so these two are just little children in the bodies of men in their late twenties. However they are still very much in touch with their dad sides especially when it comes to you

So you're carrying a plate for some reason (maybe they're busy solving mysteries and eating snacks idk) but you drop it and it breaks. Poe's a millionaire and Ranpo is Ranpo so they don't care that they have one less plate

Then you hurriedly apologise to them and bend down to grab the plate and they both overreact and yell at you to stop (for the same reasons written above in their seperate scenarios)

Once they see you flinch they both have different reactions. Poe rushes over to see if you're alright but Ranpo is more wanting to give you a second to breathe and process

And that's literally what happens. Poe (and Karl) rushes over to check on you and Ranpo waits a minute before he joins him.

Ranpo comes to comfort you while Poe gets rid of the broken plate, then when he comes back he helps Ranpo explain why they both yelled earlier. He lets Ranpo do most of the talking though

They both express that they're just glad you didn't get hurt. And that you're allowed to make mistakes! Just don't do anything that will get yourself hurt

Will let you help them with their work/watch them work if you want to (usually that stuff's confidential but hey it's not like people are gonna question Ranpo and Poe now is it)

anon i will be your parental figure and we can straight up just forcefully shatter plates together (with safety glasses on though!!!) to let off steam

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antarcticsloth · 4 months

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Guess who wrote a fic where Qi is a stalker and not a good person at all?! Seriously though, this is the most fun I've had writing in a while. I hope you like the fic!

#stardew valley #sdv #mr. qi #mr qi #sdv fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #mr. qi/player #mr. qi/farmer #sdv mr qi #stardew valley mr qi #not x reader #mr. qi x player #mr. qi x farmer

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pomogando · 7 months

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Banhammer HCs

sfw, non ship, probably not accurate but he's not out yet so you can't disprove me

While Windforce has heightened vision because of her four eyes, banhammer needs all four of his eyes to see normally

Snores so fucking loud

When he's not torturing people he's usually sleeping.

Has a warped sense of justice. Doesn't really care for faction wars and prosecutes everyone the same regardless of faction.

Keeps up a cocky persona in front of others, not that he's a nice guy outside of it but he definitely turns it up if he notices someone's bothered by it

Firebrand got him into golfing

Complete suckup to his mom, if she comes in the room while he's bullying someone he'll quickly put them down and pretend they're both best friends.

Banlands doesn't kill its prisoners, not because they're above it but banhammer feels as if it let's them off too easy

Has a pet rabbit that he lovingly named monster truck

Has the loudest laugh ever. He practiced a maniacal laugh but he's also just that loud in general.

Thinks those badass skeleton images are really cool

#legal woes || writings #legal woes || phighting #not x reader #..yet #phighting #roblox phighting #phighting!#banhammer #banhammer phighting

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biblioklept-writes · 1 year

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Curious Toddlers

Alternatively, in which Ser Criston Cole reminisces the menaces the two youngest children of King Viserys had been.

Word Count: 1.7k (this was supposed to be a ficlet but here we are)

A/N: This is dialogue heavy

Ser Criston Cole had always been close to Queen Alicent Hightower, since the day she’d taken in as her shield. He didn’t think that he’d be looking after her little kids too. After King Viserys had taken an affection towards his son, Aegon, he had thought the rest of the kids would have a similar fate.

But Gods had other plans and now he was looking after the little Prince Aemond. The baby prince had just learned how to crawl and was a handful for the nannies, only ever listening to his mother, the Queen. He didn’t understand that his mother was the most important woman in Westeros.

The only other person the chubby little baby listened to was Ser Cole, which caused a host of other problems with it. Criston thought baby Aemond was adorable, and enjoyed spending time with him, though he didn’t like the infant following him around. All the potential dangers scared him.

Once the fat infant had followed him down a hallway once before the nannies had finally caught up to him. And then he started crying out loud with his tiny, mighty lungs, alerting everyone. It wasn’t until Ser Criston finally gave up and entertained the little prince did he stop throwing his tantrum.

One of his first words had been Da-da, though the term was directed at Criston rather than King Viserys, everyone had been ecstatic to hear baby Aemond start to speak. From Da-da, Aemond was corrected to Ser, but he had picked up Cole faster. It had warmed his heart the first week. Then he became a total trouble.

If he thought little fat baby Aemond was a couple of handfuls, once he discovered the pleasure of running, he became an absolute menace. Always running behind his mother, the Queen or Ser Cole. He had to be picked up and deposited back to his nannies with lots of promises to return soon.

As he grew older and learned more words, he also realised that Cole couldn’t be with him at all times, and he had pouted his little mouth at the discovery and stayed grumpy for the rest of the morning and afternoon. But everything was fine by nightfall, and the little prince’s giggles were heard again.

Even as a toddler, Aemond had a sharp mind. He had started pestering him with questions now. One word was always asked after an answer: Why?

“Ser Cole, why do you wear a white cloak?” He asked one afternoon as they sat in the sun. “Why not a gold cloak like those men?”

“I wear a white cloak because I am a kingsguard and your mother’s shield, little prince.” Cole explained with a smile.

“What is a kingsguard?” Little Aemond asked, always the curious child.

“A kingsguard is someone sworn in to protect the king and his family.” Cole answered, feeling giddy for some reason.

“But everyone is sworn to protect the king,” Aemond said. “Why do you wear white?”

“Because a kingsguard is personally appointed by the king or the hand of the king,” Pride filled Cole’s chest as he answered. “There are other… requirements too.”

“Like what?” Little Aemond asked, looking up at him. “Did father appoint you? Why?”

“He chose me because he thought I was a good swordsman.” He answered. “A kingsguard has no duty other than protecting the royal family.”

“Why do you stay around my mother?” He asked.

“Because I am her shield,” Cole said.

“What is a shield?” He asked once again.

Cole sighed. Haelena had been so quiet and Aegon didn’t speak to him much, he was the only child who had gotten king Viserys’ attention, so he didn’t spend much time with Cole. “I am your mother’s sworn protector.” He explained. “It is my duty to keep her safe, out of harm’s way.”

“Why do you do it?” Aemond asked, his lilac eyes filled with curiosity. He was so innocent, and Cole wanted to keep him away from the vile world.

“Because she saved my life once,” He answered, chest weighed by pain. He exhaled.

Another time, a different horde of questions had followed - Aemond wanted to learn how to use a sword. Specifically from Criston’s sword.

“You said that father made you Kingsguard because he thought you were good at it.” Aemond whined. “I wanna learn to use your sword!”

“My prince, you cannot, yet.” He said, a little stern.

“Why?” Aemond frowned, brows pulled together and his small mouth pouted.

“Because swords are dangerous,” Criston explained.

“But you will protect me,” Aemond said, so confident in Cole that he nearly teared up. How was the prince the most lovable little menace?

“My prince, the sword is taller than you are.” Cole said. “Once you are big enough, I will let you fight with my sword. They don’t make swords for kids.”

“Well, you should tell them to make some.” Aemond crossed his tiny arms over his tiny chest and stomped his little legs. Throwing his infamous tantrum. “I want a sword, and I want it now!”

“It takes a few days to make a sword, my prince.” He calmly explained. “You will have to wait before they make you a sword of your size.”

Aemond had become significantly less nosey once Criston had a tiny wooden sword made for him, becoming a happy child again.

Another bout of questioning followed once Alicent had fallen pregnant with her fourth child. She had started to show, and Criston couldn’t leave her alone. One evening, Aemond was in Alicent’s room, laying on the bed beside her as Cole sat on a chair at some distance. A maid was cleaning up the bath behind a set of thick curtains.

“Mother, how did the baby get in there?” Aemond asked. A horrified gasp left him and his eyes widened. “You didn’t eat my brother, did you?”

“You think you are having a brother?” Alicent asked.

“I know I am having a brother.” He said, smiling. “But did you eat my brother?”

“No,” Alicent softly said, looking at Cole with pleading eyes.

“Then how did baby brother get in there?” He asked, now looking between Alicent and Cole. “If you didn’t eat him, how did it get in your belly?”

“Think of the baby like a flower,” Cole explained, sighing as he spared his Queen the explaining bit. “You plant a seed in a pot and it grows into a flower.”

“So someone planted a baby seed in Mother’s belly?” Aemond said, and they could see the gears turning in his head. “How?”

“The belly button,” Alicent quickly said, and Criston had to suppress a laugh at that.

“Oh,” Aemond nodded, seemingly satisfied.

Now that Aemond’s baby brother Daeron was here, Criston had thought himself to be well prepared to handle curious toddlers considering his experience with baby Aemond. But Daeron made Aemond’s pestering seem like an easy affair - Criston would pay to get toddler Aemond back with his little brain questioning everything.

Daeron was far more sneaky than his older brother, having learnt from Aemond the moment he was able to step out of his crib. And he had a particular taste for danger - only ever being caught in a fraction of second before the item could do any damage. He was adorable with his chubby cheeks, silver hair and big purple eyes; but he would deliberately put himself in harm’s way. And it was hard to stay angry when he did the puppy eyes whilst being reprimanded.

Once, he had managed to steal a knife off the dining table, right under the servants and his mother’s noses.

He was found cutting his door’s handle, complaining that it felt uncomfortable to his hands. “I don’t like how this feels.” He whined. “It’s too hot!”

“We can have the door shifted to shade, my prince,” Cole had offered then. Daeron, the little menace had the wall broken down and rebuilt just so he could have a cold door. They even added a smaller door so the prince’s pet dogs could come in and out as they pleased.

Another time, he had managed to steal Criston’s sword and run away while the Queen’s Shield was busy teaching Aemond how to swim. He gave the Queen, Ser Criston Cole and his nannies, and all of the servants a run for their money, running around with a sword taller than himself. When Criston did finally manage to catch him, he wanted to reproach him terribly, but one look into his big, guilty eyes and he lost all of his anger. He could only sigh.

“You shouldn’t run about with things larger than yourself.” Criston calmly said. “You could injure yourself, my prince. Then your mother will be sad.”

“But the sword doesn’t harm you, Ser!” Daeron said. “Why would it harm me?”

“Because you are a little prince,” Cole said. “Once you are a big prince, it will not harm you. We will find a sword apt for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Yet another adventure of his daring childhood was finding hot coals and keeping his dragon egg there to incubate it for hatching. He had burnt one of his fingers in an attempt to get his dragon egg back. Criston had to then carefully retrieve the dragon egg without harming the baby dragon inside.

Although, it had been a good thing, for the egg hatched, and Daeron got his own she-dragon and named her Tessarion. Aemond also followed that measure, by now desperate to have a dragon. Aegon and his nephews were treating him horribly, and it was taking a toll on him to the point that Aemond got obsessed with dragons.

Tessarion hatching from Daeron’s egg was damaging - not only was he only one without a dragon, but his baby brother had his own dragon. But Aemond was a smart boy, he didn’t express any resentment towards Daeron, and even helped him take care of the new hatchling - feeding her, teaching her commands.

Perhaps this was when the two youngest children of King Viserys had grown close, more bonded than the others. Daeron was small and didn’t tease Aemond, but sometimes even stood up against his nephews. He didn’t cross Aegon though, he was terrified of him, used to following his commands.

Now, as Cole sees Aemond lose an eye over the dragon Vhagar, he can only think back to the old days as Daeron desperately clings to him for support, crying on seeing his closest sibling’s mutilated face.

#aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #ser criston cole #alicent hightower #alicole #team green #hotd #not x reader

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hanasnx · 10 months

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“Oh, c’mon. You serious?” The distant voice of a former school yard bully grabs TERRY MCGINNIS's attention enough to pivot his head. Not only does he recognize the back of Nelson’s red head in the courtyard, but his friends too. He strides over, a hand on his pack slings and one in his pocket.

“What’s up with Nash over there?” Terry quips, coming to a halt after he invited himself to the group. From afar, they resembled zoo occupants, judging animals from behind thick glass. Up close he realized it’s more personal than that, and crueler too.

“Trying to get Blade back.” Max answers, inclining in Terry’s direction to keep her voice low. Her, Dana, and Chelsea couldn’t take their eyes off the arguing ex-couple. Blade clutching her comp-book close to her chest, and Nelson as irritated as Terry’d ever seen him. If he isn’t mistaken, a malicious curl to Blade’s lips has him deducing she’s asked her ex to prove himself.

Nelson emits a loud and jarring noise of frustration. Blade’s unaffected, but Dana clutches onto Terry’s arm out of habit.

Terry glances curiously between the girls. It’s not unlike Nelson Nash to cause a scene, and it’s not unlike Terry to remind people like that to cool off. “Maybe I should step in.” he suggests, that determined tone of his accentuated with his one stride toward the situation. Not only does Dana clutch tighter, but Chelsea catches his other limb, effectively arresting him.

“No way, McGinnis, you’ll make it worse!” Chelsea chides under her breath, and surprisingly meets his questioning gaze to place emphasis on her request. “Besides, Blade’s handling herself just fine.” She gestures her chin discretely towards how Blade’s countenance shifts to a mischievous shade.

“She’s makin’ him do something— what’s she makin’ him do?” Terry addresses the throng at and unacceptable decibel, and all three of them shush him in response. His brows upturn; he had no time to apologize before the girls exclaim and corral him elsewhere at the sight of Nelson’s head turning their way because of their noise.

The thrill of narrowly escaping had the three of them snickering to themselves. Not to mention the reminder of what Blade is asking of the bully.

Dana wraps herself around Terry’s bicep, closing in so she could confess the secret. “She’s making him wear a bra.” No sooner had she finished her sentence than they erupted in a fit of giggles. It’s a particularly innocent dare, yet they drew such joy from it.

Terry crosses his arms, cocking a brow as if to sell a playfully scolding persona. One that made Dana and Chelsea specifically think they’d stumbled upon comedy gold. “Why? ‘Cause he’s a chauvinist? It’ll teach him some sort of lesson?”

“I think the more appropriate term you’re looking for is ‘misogynist’, McGinnis.” Max corrects, unable to stifle her own grin. “You gotta admit, you’d’ve never thought Blade would make him think he’s got a shot, just for a silly little prank like that.”

“It’s so simple but he won’t do it.” Chelsea predicts, leaning back against a wall, shaking her head at the ordeal.

Terry’s morbid curiosity gets the better of him, and he maneuvers to peer around the corner, spying on the topic of their conversation. Blade doesn’t seem so amused anymore, and Nelson’s taken to gripping her wrist to keep her from running away. She yanks it out of his reach, and Terry’s jaw clenches. It’s better if they work it out, she’s not in any real danger. “If I were Blade I’d make him jump off the roof for me.” the phrase slips out, an exaggeration at worst, no way he means it.

Chelsea scoffs. “Oh, c’mon, Terr, he’s not that bad.”

Terry flashes her a look. “Maybe not.”

#this was stuck in my head #indy: drabbles #ch: terry #terry mcginnis drabble #terry mcginnis #dana tan #batman beyond #batman beyond fanfiction #terry mcginnis fanfiction #not x reader #no y/n #batman fanfiction #terry mcginnis fanfic #terry mcginnis fic

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softie-bat · 6 months

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♡ security guards

notes !! this is a very very (!!!) self-indulgent fic for two of our headmates , and is based off a dream one of us had a week-ish ago !

includes platonic , not oc or reader insert , system centric (traumagenic) , five nights at freddy's (not canon specific) & does not match up with the timeline or events of the movie, not beta read we die like men , also small warning for the fact i'm writing this on no sleep and endless chocolate milk . bare w me </3

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a sound of pure frustration erupted from the opening to the left side of the office as nate stepped through the door.

"you good?" mike asked, spinning to face the man.

"mhmmm," nate hummed in response, taking a seat in the swivel chair beside mike's. "just can't seem to keep chica on stage. other two are more chill tonight than usual though, so that's nice..."

mike made a noise of acknowledgement as he pulled up the cameras. as suspected, bonnie and freddy remained motionless on the stage, but chica was missing.

"you check the kitchen?" mike's eyes drifted to his friend. nate nodded wordlessly.

a loud, metallic CLANG caught the two men's attention. nate's ears perked up, not unlike a curious dog's; a fact of which would make mike chuckle under any other circumstances. he instinctively rose from his seat first, subconsciously moving to stand in front of nate.

"chica?" mike called out. "you okay, kid?"

a slow, groaning mechanical noise gave mike all the information he needed.

"you fell, didn't you?" mike called out into the darkness before slamming his palm against the small button labeled 'lights', though the lettering has long begun peeling away.

nate desperately attempted--and ultimately failed--to conceal his giggles at the scene before the two of them. chica, in all her robotic glory, lay on her back on the cold floor, similar to a turtle being knocked over.

gently pushing past mike's wide shoulders, nate went to chica's aid.

"mikey, come help me, please," he called to his friend, still giggling. nate ignored the side eye chica threw his way.

"how'd you even manage that...?" mike whispered, a small smile on his lips.

once they'd finally straightened chica up once more, nate gently patted her hand. "wanna head back to the stage now?" there was a brief pause before chica turned back around and slowly treaded back to her spot.

after a few giggling fits, the two security guards headed back into the frigid, creaky office and took their seats. small conversation ensued until a comfortable silence fell over the two of them.

nate sighed dramatically before slowly rotating in circles in his chair. mike looked on affectionately, occasional chuckles leaving his lips as nate tried to build up momentum in the rusted old swivel chair.

"you're going to make yourself dizzy, and you'll fall, nate," mike laughed.

"no i won't. gravity's no match for me."

"ohhh, uh huh, sure," mike said, rolling his eyes with a grin. his eyes drifted to the analogue clock, the ticking a welcome and familiar sound after the many, many months working this job. "it's almost six, we should probably do a once over before we clock out for the night."

"oh, yeah, let's just-" nate came to a sudden stop before letting his legs fall from the crossed position he was previously sitting in. almost as soon as his shoes touched the cold tiles, he immediately lost balance and would have had a nasty fall had mike not jumped up just in time to grab him.

"gravity is no match for you, huh?" mike chuckled out, full blown laughter following once nate pushed his face away with his palm.

"thanks for catching me," nate laughed as he slowly regained his balance.

"anytime. want me to piggyback you?" the taller man offered, a grin erupting on his face. nate agreed, albeit reluctantly before he threw the straps of his bag over his shoulders and awaited the green light to climb onto mike's back.

after climbing onto the back of the taller man, nate rested his chin on the top of mike's fluffy, messy hair. "thanks for carrying me, didn't realize i'd get bested by gravity that easily."

mike laughed at nate's confession as he treaded out of the security office, turning off the lights as he went. they both made their way across the floors of the old, worn-down restaurant. clearing every room and making sure all animatronics were in their spots, mike continued on to the lobby of the long shut down diner until the glass of the front doors revealed the stunning view of the budding sunrise.

"almost there, kiddo," mike mumbled to nate, who sleepily hummed in response. once they exited the creaky doors, mike lifted nate's legs a bit higher on his waist before hooking his arms under the man's knees and locking the padlock, securing the chains protecting the front doors.

"lend me your keys, i'll drive, okay?"

"m'kay..." nate slid his hand into his jean pocket before dropping his keys into mike's out-stretched palm. mike moved to gently place nate into the passenger seat, watching as nate essentially curled up in his seat. he shut the door and slid into the drivers seat, cranking the car and making sure nate was buckled up. he couldn't help the laugh that escaped as nate attempted--albeit incoherently--to piece together the words to form a 'thank you'.

the drive itself was near silent, save for the occasional bump in the road causing a deep 'thump' noise. mike decided, no questions asked, to let nate crash at his place while he slept. the door opened and mike was greeted with the sight of abby long asleep on the couch, her sketchbook messily discarded on the table. her soft snores made her brother smile as he traipsed up the stairs until he stood in front of his bedroom door.

carefully placing nate under the weighted blankets on his bed, mike lazily pulled the covers over him before haphazardly plopping down beside him, the coolness of his pillow a welcome luxury from the awkward sitting position he had to maintain during work.

swiftly drifting into sleep, mike smiled as he felt nate's hand slowly grasp onto the worn fabric of mike's hoodie.

♡♡♡

hii i'm sorry this is random and pretty short .. things have been hectic for us but more specifically for me since i've been front stuck so soooo much :( just wanted to write something kinda comfy after these past few weeks </3

#mike schmidt #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt fnaf movie #mike schmidt five nights at freddy's movie #osdd system #not a request #not oc #not reader insert #not x reader #sfw

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lxdymoon0357 · 10 months

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Oh, then can you please write one where mielle came back but not as a human but rather a gost but instead of going after aria. She is more concerned with finding the soul of her family(count, cain, Emma). While she saw searching, she find out there were another version of herself (first timeline mielle). Kinda just living with in her head/soul. I don't know why but I can just see the 2 version of herself just arguing with each other.

After a while she realized that she can find them anywhere. And I mean that she looked and searched everywhere. I'd the rosente house hold. The place where count/emma/call died. Cain school. Etc. But she cant find them.

During like her search for her family members souls, she noticed that she was being followed and attacked by some angelic white knight figure .

Seeming that she cant find her family member soul and that she is being followed. She decided that there most be a magical fixed to her problem, so she went to the now abandon duke Fredrick house that might conveniently help her

(Thank you for requesting this!! Hope you enjoy this!! I changed this a bit)

White Phantom..

The sound of music and couples dancing made Mielle happy as she danced on her own, holding her white dress in her dainty hands as she twirled and danced, for once Mielle didn't have to be so modest. Finally the music stopped and Mielle accidentally bumped into someone, Mielle whipped her head around to see Aria and the crown prince, Asterope Franz in each-other's embrace, Aria suddenly shivered after Mielle bumped into her and leaned into Asterope.

As Mielle slowly with her fingers very gently fixed Aria's veil and dress a bit as to not let Aria feel her touch. It was Aria's wedding after all, she shouldn't be messy, as Mielle slowly got off the dance floor like everyone else letting the groom and bride take the place as they had their first dance as husband and wife.

Mielle slowly left the wedding venue, making her way back to the Roscente manor even though it was a long way, but when she reached there she saw the manor was completely empty, nobody in sight and it was a bit dusty, like nobody had cleaned the manor in a few months, mainly because it probably was true. Mielle walked up to her room, which was still decorated, but dusty like the rest of the manor, as she walked she came face to face with the place where she pushed her father, she instantly felt guilty and was about to cry but this wasn't the moment to do so.

Mielle when she woke up was sleeping in the middle of garden bench as she woke up and looked around she realized she was at the imperial palace's garden, where she saw Aria dancing and having fun with the crown prince..

It made her mad but enough of that, Mielle was very tired of the empty manor which echoed beautiful sounds yet it was mundane. Mielle walked out of the manor and walked towards different places, now that she was a spirit, she couldn't get tired and what better way to spend all this time a few hours later she arrived at the Fredrick household, people were there Isis and Oscar weren't, Mielle sighed and walked back out, she was tired of not being acknowledged by people and not being her loved ones, Mielle walked out and went to Cain's school, which was bustling with students chattering and talking and other things, soon the bell rang and everyone hurried off to class.

Mielle giggled with the sights of people being friends, pulling pranks, teasing each other, gossiping, etc. She walked through the hallways peeking into classes to listen to anything she found interesting, and then she ended up in front of Cain's class, she entered the class without opening the door, she was a spirit after all, she looked around the class and found no one, no trace of her brother...she realized she was all alone, she couldn't find Oscar, Isis, her brother her mother her father, Emma were all dead and gone, she was alone, Aria was living her happy after...

Leaving the school, Mielle walked the long and tiring path back to Aria's house, she sat in the palace gardens and went back to the bench where she first woke up and laid down, falling asleep, throughout the journey, she was feeling upset, tired and as though someone was there...that feeling made her hopeful into finding who ever was alive, any of her loved one, but to avail, no one was left for her...

Falling asleep and waking up, her vision clearing to find herself into a dark space with herself? It was her, but she looked angry, VERY angry. Mielle stood up and faced this another version of her,

"Who are you?" Mielle asked this other version of her,

"I'm you, from our first timeline or our first life, where I successfully killed off Aria and her stupid pesky mother!" this other version of Mielle angrily boasted about her accomplishment.

Mielle shook her head and scoffed at this version of her, she didn't care that she died, Mielle had realized that it wasn't Aria's fault, she was only trying to protect herself and she had no choice but kill Mielle cause Aria knew Mielle would come back for her in way or another and it was all Mielle's fault that none of her loved ones was left. Suddenly the black void showed another Mielle as through a screen on one side of the void, with words written in pretty cursive saying,

"Welcome to 3rd time line, Mielle."

Mielle and her alternate universe looked at the screen and looked at each-other, they nodded their heads and knew if they wanted to survive, they had to save themselves from traps first and then Aria and others. They shook their hands and looked ahead at the baby version of themselves knowing they'll earn their happy endings this time.

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hollythius · 1 year

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hey soo i know it’s not NY’s any more but i have an idea :D

how do the one piece guys open a bottle of champagne?

dw! my requests are still open. i did headcannons for this, hope it’s okay :) not sure who you wanted, or if you wanted there to be a reader-insert, so if i did something wrong please tell me! feel free to send another ask if you want something else <3

includes; luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, sabo, shanks.

tldr; how the one piece guys open champagne.

LUFFY

- horrible horrible horrible

- doesn’t even drink, but he likes how it fizzes when sanji opens it.

- he tries to open it like sanji, fails, and promptly gets mad at it and throws it.

- most of the time someone catches it, and then scolds luffy because…obviously he just threw an expensive bottle of champagne!

ZORO

- zoro pops it open normally, and then tries to chug the whole thing.

- sanji gets suuuper mad at him for wasting it, so zoro puts in extra effort to drink it (even though it’s not his favorite).

- zoro isn’t a fan of the lighter drinks, but seeing sanji get pissy about it makes it taste a hell of a lot better.

SANJI

- most normal one here, probably.

- uses a bottle opener and makes a big show of it.

- he thinks he’s so cool because he can get the champagne to fizz up, but no one really cares.

- luffy gets a kick out of watching the bubbles, which annoys sanji since he scares away girls.

ACE

- doesn’t know how

- tries to open it with his teeth, and then gets scolded by marco.

- watches intently as thatch opens it properly, and all the bubbles fizz up.

SABO

- he would probably shake it up on accident, and then it would explode after someone tried to open it correctly.

- he doesn’t realize it was his doing and laughs at them, to which he gets yelled at by koala.

SHANKS

- knows how to open a bottle of alcohol, no matter what type.

- he could probably do it behind his back and with his eyes closed.

- pours it into cups afterwards, and he and the crew have a pleasant drink.

#requests #asks #anon ask #zoro headcanons #luffy headcanons #sanji headcanons #ace headcanons #sabo headcanons #shanks headcanons #not x reader

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annadoingshitpoorly · 9 months

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Get Clover It - Chapter 1 (VEX'LETH)

CW: Death of shitty father figures, Not an X Reader, Meet-Cute, Trans Vex (implied), Not Beta'd, Cute Fluff, Florist AU

Word Count : 2K

what is this?! me posting something that isnt a reader insert?!

MINORS AND CUNTS DNI 💚💚💚

Syldor was dead. And that was for the better. At least that's what Vex told herself as she folds the freshly ironed black blouse and leather trousers into the small suitcase next to the sleek black heels with the wine soles. With the zips pulled tight, the bag is left on the ground and she felt ready for the journey. With the key in her apartment door, it dawned on Vex how she would have to mourn or pretend to mourn her father in front of not only his new family but quite possibly the entirety of the town she lived in (but was never from). Turning back inside for the last time before leaving she walked back in and straight to the bedroom.

Looking into the wardrobe at the several jackets and overcoats she’d amassed over the years since leaving her own home and then her father’s house, her hand reached for the mid-length navy overcoat with the large silver buttons almost instinctively and as she pulled it from the hanger and threw the heavy suede over finely muscled shoulders, she felt safer, silly as it was. Trying to rationalise her new addition to the outfit Vex reminded herself of how funeral attire was always quite dull, too dull even, black on black with possibly even more black on top? Definitely more her brother’s style, the sprinkling of the dark blue would let her make it her own.

Out the door once more, and for good this time. Vex locked the door and sent a quick text to Taryon to thank him once more for taking Trinket on such short notice as her taxi pulled up to take her to the airport.

Stepping out of the humid air through rotating doors and into the tiled floors and airconditioning of Lyrengorn airport, the small departures wing was empty bar the few staff for various airlines making idle chit-chat amongst themselves behind the check-in desks. After lifting her bag to be weighed at one of the desks Vex began to tune out the short woman behind the counter as she babbled on to herself until she asked, “Can I see your passport?” The blue haired woman looked goofy as she held the passport up to compare the printed face to Vex’s in front of her, “And do you have anything sharp or dangerous in your luggage?” She continued as her head tilted to one side.

“No, nothing of the sort.”

“Okie dokie! Well, that means you're all set and you'll see your bags over in Syngorn! Enjoy your flight!” the bubbly tone not failing once, Vex begins to suspect that the woman is just that enthusiastic and it doesn’t do anything to help her already sour enough mood.

Vex continued through security, without a hitch but not without wounding at least four members of staff with glares to kill as she was subjected to secondary and tertiary checks, reaching the lounge with its deceptively comfortable seats and free Wi-Fi was as good as any reward, even if the bar wasn’t open yet and the overpriced coffee was watered down mud. Thankful to not have any human interaction for at least half an hour, Vex slid down into one of the empty benches next to the lone gate pulling out her phone, rereading the list Vax had sent of preparations that needed to be done between them. It wasn’t a short list.

Boarding the plane, having put her carry-on in the bin above her head, Vex’s phone buzzed in her hand.

‘stubby!! orget what i said before. need you to lift flowers from the florist on bakar street nezt to the blown out temple?? think thats all ill text you if theres anything else’

She sighed at the complete lack of consistent English on her brother’s part but took a mental note of his request and settled in for her early morning flight.

The cold vastness of the mountains and tundra pelted the passenger plane with thick white chunks of snow and tumbling wind. Large lone trees jutt out of the sheets of white, a train pushing along a track shoves its way through the hardened slush that's formed on the metal of the tracks from a previous journey, Vex watches as the little metal worm grows littler and littler before it’s completely engulfed by frost and snow. Everything becomes smaller until the plane is above the clouds where it continues to fly as the sun paints the tops of the cloud shelf with rosy pinks and soft twilight purples. Landing comes sooner than expected as Syngorn grows in the distance, the fielded and forested surroundings giving way to large roads and homes, and as the plane lands Vex wakes up. She discovers that she had slept the whole flight.

Stepping into the terminal and collecting her bags, Vex’s phone buzzes in her pocket as a message came through from Vax, ‘sorry freddie isnt there to pick u up had to send him to pick some stuff up theres a bus into town and ill pick u up on my way home’. Sending back a quick ‘No problem, see you soon,’ with huff and a puff, Vex gathers herself and makes her way out the front of Syngorn’s arrivals gate, suitcase wheels clattering behind her and a bus pulling out of the station just as she gets there, Vex subjects herself to more people watching. One couple, a blonde woman with a designer handbag being followed by a short woman with dark blonde hair built like an ox carting a suitcase in one hand and a duffel over the opposite shoulder, Vex watches as they head into departures. A lone woman, with short dark hair and deep olive skin, leaves the doors of arrivals and heads towards a tall woman and small child, she catches the child as he runs and jumps all the while the tall one smiles, laughing lightly. Vex watches, taking it all in while absorbing nothing. The next bus arrives.

Passing through the suburbs and past the lovely little houses with their white picket fences and tree swings, memories flood back to Vex from the unpleasant to joyous (few and far between as they were), and Vex’ahlia loses herself in her memories as the wheels trundle on further into town. The little homes give way to terraced homes and blocks of apartments, shops, and boutiques, and eventually, the main square of Syngorn, and the clunky chunk of metal pulls up to a bus stop in the middle of town. Vex hops off. Suitcase clacking behind her on the old cobblestone that makes up the footpaths Vex looks at the address Vax had pinned for her in their texts. ‘Get Clover It - Florists and Bake Shop (14 Main Square, Emerald Citadel, Syngorn)’ Awful puns for names, she was really looking forward to this now. Sarcasm drips off the little voice in her head as she reads the message, but she picks up the pace as she heads further into the cobbled square. Vex passes a cobbler, that’s new. A bakery, that was there before. A coffee shop, that's new. A tailor’s, that’s new too. It may have changed a bit but she was still in Syngorn and even acknowledging that she is here, is enough to send shivers down her spine.

Her heeled boots halt their clacking outside a quaint little shop, soft pinks and light minty greens decorate the exterior of the building. The large front windows illuminate the inside as Vex steps into the interior pushing the glass door as the tinkling of a bell came from above her head. A perfume of many different flowers assaults Vex’s nose from one side of the shop, while the other side of the shop attacks with the aroma of fresh bread and buns. If the smell didn’t knock her off her feet, the six-foot-tall vase being hauled around the shop certainly did. Both Vex and the tall redhead who was carrying the vase tumble to the ground, the circular forest green rug breaks the fall slightly as Vex’s suitcase goes wheeling off on its own as does the large vase.

Rushing to her feet, the red-haired woman is muttering to herself and Vex is left struggling to hear what the other woman says as she is pulled to her feet.

“Oh, gods. I’m sorry, uh- are you hurt- Wait! Pike!”

Shouting from the back Vex hears, “YEAH? WHAT’S UP?”

“Help!”

“What’s wrong?” A short woman with stark white hair, ‘Pike’ Vex assumes, pops her head out from behind the door into the back, “Okay, okay, okay… Gimme a second!” And she disappears again.

The apologies then flow like a river rapid once more from the tall woman’s mouth as Vex gets her first good look at the woman. She’s tall, not freakishly but her thin lithe frame does nothing but help to exaggerate her height, her face is sharp but pleasant with high cheekbones, a long nose, and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Long, bright ginger hair falls down her back and is kept from her face with a cloth hair band with sunflowers on it. She’s gorgeous. Not hot or sexy, like all of the one-night stands and sneaky links Vex has had over the years but in a natural unassumingly, and delicately pretty way. Pike reappears bringing Vex's train of thought to a screeching halt as the bobbing of a head and a dustpan and broom dance around her. As the short woman sweeps the flour that comes off the robin egg blue apron is left floating in the air, tiny speckles that Vex tries to avoid as best as she can.

“Anyways, I am so so sorry. What can I help you with? I’m Keyleth by the way.”

“Vex’ahlia… Vessar? I’m here to pick up some arrangements for a funeral?”

Keyleth’s face instantly dropped. She begins checking through the book behind the counter, flicking through the thick log.

“I’m so sorry, was he something to you?”

“My Father.”

“I’m sorry for your loss-” She is cut off.

“It’s no loss, of that I can assure you, darling.”

“Oh! Well… There are a few lilies we’re still waiting to get in for the main grave arrangement, but I can get them delivered to you tomorrow or you could pick them up, I’ll be here from about six. And you can take the smaller arrangements today? The wreaths are all ready and I have them in a box up the back.”

“Wonderful.” Vex shouted to her as she headed into the back, trying to figure out what would be the best course of action for the following day, never even minding the chaos it could throw the plans for the funeral as a whole into. “Well, darling, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” With the flick of a braid and a twirl of a leather jacket she exited.

“Bright and early!” The flash of red from behind the curtain separating the front and back of the store called out before realising the pretty woman had left with the lazy tinkling of the bell over the door.

Keyleth turned back towards the short woman sat criss-crossed on the top of the counter tying a variety of ribbons in pastel colours to a dozen boxes with cute miniature sourdough loaves and pastries, about halfway through the first bundle.

“So,” Pike smiled a half smirk as she elongated the ‘o’ sound, teasing the blush even further up the long neck of her friend, “the tall drink of water got you flustered or something?"

“Yeah… something like that. Who’s on delivery duty tomorrow?”

This was something a little different AKA “WHAT?! ITS NOT A READER INSERT?!”, reblog to help a bitch out?

Requests are Opennn.

#critical role #cr #vexleth #wlw fluff #wlw #florist au #flower shop au #not x reader #vexhalia #keyleth #2k words #vox machina #lovm #legend of vox machina

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