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sprout-fics · 4 months

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Danger Close

(Captain John Soap MacTavish x F! Reader)

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Rating: Explicit (18+) Minors DNI Wordcount: 3.8k Tags: Power imbalances, Unrequited pining, Shy Reader, Stuck in a lift, Dry humping, Dirty talk, Seduction, Praise kink, Vaginal fingering, Secret affair, Pet names Warnings: None (ask to tag) A/N: This is a quick little idea of the OG himself. I'll probably do more headcanon based ideas soon, but for now enjoy the filth

The thing about Captain MacTavish is that he’s…intimidating.

The self proclaimed red-blooded Scot is built like a brick shithouse, as one of your fellow officers once put it. Ruggedly handsome, strong, thick with muscle with coarse hair over his arms and stubble along his jaw. There’s a scar over one of his eyes, a slashing wound that should have blinded him. It crinkles slightly when he offers a lopsided smirk that taunts danger, that bares a reckless nature he hasn’t fully shed despite his years of experience. You tell your bunkmate that he’d make very good money as a bouncer at a nightclub, and her laughter nearly wakes up the whole hallway.

Intimidating.

Which is not necessarily the right word, you think. The Captain has a way around his men and fellow officers, an easy likeability that’s hard to ignore. He commands respect from his troops not in the way of brute posturing or snarling demands, but in the display of capability that has saved their lives many times over. He’s the firm touch on their shoulder as they check their gear before deployment, the firm reminder of level headedness over comms, the sharp, ringing command that cuts through gunfire when everything else has gone wrong.

The man exudes leadership, and you are among those helplessly drawn to it.

Yet there’s something closed off there that you can see in his eyes, an untold story that has drawn the lines of age in the corner of his steely gaze. It feels as if there’s an invisible barrier around him that prevents others from getting danger close. Magnetic, it pulls you in despite yourself, an inextricable attraction towards the nick of a blade you long to taste. Dangerous, like a moth to flame.

Not that you’ll ever do anything about it of course. As much as you daydream about the time you saw the captain’s broad back shiny with sweat on the sparring mats as he trained the other recruits, the low lilt of his accent that clouds your thoughts, you know it’s a terrible idea to develop a crush on your superior.

It’s hard not to, not when you deliver him his daily intelligence report in the afternoon, and he always makes sure to look up and greet you as you hand over the folder, smiling and offering: “Thank you, lass.”

Traitorous, you think, how your stomach devolves into butterflies just at the sight of his pleasant grin.

Worse is the fact that despite his gruff exterior the man is always such a gentleman to you. He gives you his full attention when you speak, ensures his other male officers do not interrupt or speak over you, holds open doors when you walk into the meeting room together, ensures his men don’t harass you just for your status of being a woman. You think it’d be easier if he was just as pompous and arrogant as his fellow officers, but instead Captain MacTavish has the ability to make you feel special, like you’re the only other one in the room with him.

It makes you feel a little guilty, admittedly- that he’s kind and decent and you constantly think about what it would be like to bend the rules so he can bend you over his desk.

Caught in fantasy as you are, you don’t notice the way his eyes watch you out of the corner of his eye, take note of you stretching on your toes to reach something in a filing cabinet, the way your brow scrunches in thought as you scrutinize his paperwork, the slight tremble of your hand when you pass him a cup of coffee in the mess hall, the duck of your head when he offers an amicable thanks.

You don’t notice the way he’s thinking anything but decent thoughts about you.

It’s hard to help. You’re a sweet, shy thing, and Soap is a man not immune to the charm of your bashful nature. He enjoys your wide eyed gaze as he selfishly sneaks gentle touches, a hand on your shoulder as he scoots past you in a crowded hallway, letting his fingers linger a little too long when you pass him a stack of files for him to sign off on, the barest little hitch of breathing he hears when he lets his voice dip an octave as he speaks.

“Thank ye, bonnie.” He tells you this afternoon, and relishes the way you repress a shiver at the endearment.

Later, when he catches you at your desk gazing dreamily into space, he enjoys the glassy tint of your eyes, and imagines you’re thinking of him.

And, secretly, he thinks what it would be like to have you mewling and trembling under his war-worn hands.

For all his decency and charisma, there is one thing you don’t know about the captain, and that is that he’s a wolf.

And you, you’re an adorable bunny waiting for the killing bite of his seduction.

Yet shy as you are, never to act on this, Captain MacTavish decides to take things into his own hands.

He has you move your desk to his office, helping him with his own paperwork, and offers to buy you lunch on the basis of being a good boss, a good superior. He ensures you have everything you need for your space and helps you pick out a better desk chair when you complain about the standard base ones hurting your back.

And if he uses his rank to ensure your colleagues and higher ups don’t complain? Well. That’s his business.

“Good lass.” He tells you in passing when you find a piece of intelligence he requested, offering a small squeeze of your shoulder and feeling you stiffen under him before exhaling unsteadily- unaware of his smug grin just behind your shoulder.

Cute, the way you think he won’t notice your little reactions, your dreamy eyes and the fantasies hidden behind them.

In all places, it comes to a head in a stuck lift.

The meeting is in fifteen minutes, and you insist on taking the lift because of the obstacle course drills you were put through yesterday, whining about your aching thighs. Soap, the good captain that he is, acquiesces and allows it, crossing his arms and watching the doors close-

Only for the lift to give a groan and shudder to a stop.

“Bloody old building.” He gripes, giving the doors a small kick in grumbling protest. “Told maintenance these things needed to be repaired months ago.”

He’s not concerned. Worse comes to worse, he’s crawled up through elevator shafts before. Besides, it’s not as if you’re on the eighth floor, merely stuck between the first and second. It’s an inconvenience, but not an inescapable or deadly one. He’s not as young as he once was, but this shouldn’t be too beyond him.

You, on the other hand, press the call button frantically, trying to ask for help and rescue. The operator is quick to tell you that mechanics and the fire brigade are on the way, and tells you to stay calm.

“How long are we going to be stuck in here?” You ask Soap, fidgeting. A nervous little filly, he thinks, as he eyes you with mild amusement.

“Maybe an hour.” He drawls, watching as your eyes go wide.

“We’ll miss the briefing.” You manage, a little choked, as if that is the gravest of your concerns, and not the thoughts Soap has about taking full advantage of the privacy he has with you.

“Aye.” He replies with a snort. “Shame, that.”

You make a little sound at that, something between petulance and despair, slumping into the wall as your face crumples.

“Hey, easy.” Soap offers, voice gentler now as he approaches you, gloved hands easily balancing you by your elbows across the wall. “It’s alright lass. We’ll be free in no time. Take a breath for me, aye?”

You nod at that, eyes turned towards the ground to avoid his gaze as you suck in a deep breath, hold it, and then let it out slowly.

“Good girl.” He purrs, unable to help himself, and relishes the way your eyes dart up to his, pupils blown wide as you realize for the first time just how close he is.

This is dangerous.

He’s got you crowded into the wall of the lift, all but blocking escape with his brawny frame. The shadow of his figure falls over your smaller form, dwarfing you. His hands cup you by your arms, bare fingers skimming along your exposed skin and leaving goosebumps rising in their wake. Your captain’s expression is calm, but even with the overhead light backlighting his face, you can see the intent, the scarcely concealed fixation there hidden beneath kind eyes and whispered only though a knowing smirk.

Prey in a snare.

“S-sir-” You manage, voice tight as you finally realize the true nature of his intent with the way he hums a low, deep note in his chest that makes you shiver.

“Thought I wouldnae ken you watching me, bonnie?” He asks in a low, rumbling intonation that vibrates at the base of your skull. “Sneaking looks and off with the faeries everytime I called you a good girl?”

“I-” You try, and it’s a useless effort really. You could summon a thousand excuses, but you know none of them would work on him. Captain Mactavish’s eyes are too keen, too knowing for that. If he’s seen this much, if he’s seen the way you daydream while he doesn’t look, the way you try desperately to quell your infatuation with him, then there’s no use trying to pretend otherwise.

"You like being called a good soldier? A good lass?” He goes on, and you bite down hard on a whimper of want that threatens to bubble up your throat. Your captain’s thumbs stroke the inside of your elbow gently, pressing down on the divot of sensitive skin and loosing an unsteady breath from your chest.

“Look at you wobbling like a wee fawn.” He purrs in that low lilt of his. “This isn't because of me, is it? Developing feelings for your superior. Tut tut. Naughty thing."

“Captain-” Your voice is a strangled thing in your throat, choked by the cognitive dissonance of this, of something straight out of your wildest fantasies, a secret you keep to yourself in the dark of your bunk with your fingers buried between your thighs.

John hums, allowing his eyes to roam down your form, gently caged into the wall as you are, eyes glimmering with a hunger you didn’t know he possessed- A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“Tell me to stop.” He murmurs then, voice serious. “I won’t touch you. I’ll transfer you if that’s what you want.”

“No.” Your answer comes so quickly it surprises even you, and suddenly your fingers are gripping on the inside of his forearms as if trying to keep him from retreating. “...Please.”

He gives you a moment, then another to reconsider, to retract your agreement and shove him off you. When you don’t, your captain grins.

“Shy little bonnie.” He croons. “Didnae have the words to ask for what you wanted from your superior, did you?”

You shudder when his gloved palm cups your cheek, leaning instinctively into it, sweet and willing. His thumb presses down on the plush bed of your bottom lip, and it takes a moment of courage to part your lips, lean forward so it rests on your tongue instead.

The sound your captain makes is carnivorous.

Hungry, wanting, dark as sin as he watches you engulf the digit and make eye contact with him, as if tempting danger. He tastes like the steel like of a sharp blade, cutting through your senses and leaving crimson want dripping against your thoughts.

He removes his thumb so a drip of spit trails after it, and before it can spill your captain bends and kisses you.

It’s dizzying, all consuming, all open lips as he groans into you, one arm snaking around to the small of you back to balance you on wobbly legs, the other gripping your chin and directing you exactly how he wants you, tilting your head just so he can kiss you deeper. You feel unbalanced by the sheer force of it, leaving little choice but to clutch at his uniform, go a little limp in his arms and mewling into his open mouth.

“Aye, that’s it.” He groans between wet, sloppy kisses, dragging his teeth over your bottom lip and feeling you press back into him, eager for more. “Fuckin beautiful, hen.”

His warm breath spills against your open throat, where you think he might bestow a killing bite if you’d let him, groaning in appreciation at the raw, heady taste of you as he takes everything you can bear to give him.

“Sir-” You whine when he wedges a knee between your legs, hands planted firmly on your ass so he drags your clothed cunt over the rise of his thick thigh. “Oh God-”

“No God here, love.” He huffs as your head flops gently to the side, his words fanning across the shell of your ear so you shudder. “Just you an’ me.”

That might be for the best, you think. One less witness to the act of your captain defiling you the way you’ve dreamt of for longer than you care to remember.

Your captain’s hands grasp the fat of your ass as you give an experimental rock onto his thigh, stifling a little whimper as you do. It only makes him chuckle, dark and hungry into your ear as he nibbles on the sensitive skin beneath your jaw.

“C’mon lass, you can do better than that.” He huffs, and you feel him smile against your neck. “Go on, take what you need. Wanna feel you get off just from grinding on my leg like this.”

You’re not sure if you can, honestly, but gods above do you want to try.

You grab at his neck for support, pressing him further as he bows over you, engulfs you with the heat of his frame. Then you allow your knees to fold, letting him support the weight of you as you begin to drag yourself along his thigh.

The friction is delicious, sends your nerve endings alight with sensation as the pleasure of it spills past your lips with an open groan. You wonder if the mere act of this, of humping your superior’s leg like a cat in heat while he purrs praises into your ear, does more for you than the actual motion itself. Either way, you begin to feel a warmth unfurling in your core, cunt clenching down on a needing emptiness that has you bury a whimper into his shoulder.

“Thaaat’s it.” MacTavish- John, you wonder if he’ll let you call him, croons in your ear. “Lemme hear all those pretty noises, hen.”

You do, realizing there’s no one else to hear you. You give in, allow him to hear every hitch in your chest, every shuddering gasp and breathless plea of “S-sir-”

“Feel good?” He asks, hands kneading the swell of your ass as he helps rock you along his thigh. “Just imagine bonnie, could have had this weeks ago if you’d only let me.”

He’s right. If you’d only said something to him, had made a move on him, then you could have been having his low, Scottish lilt purr right in your ear as you try to get off ages ago.

But this is good too.

“Cannae even imagine how much it took for me not to pounce on you.” He huffs, pressing fluttering kisses against the thrum of your pulse. “All those sweet little looks you thought I couldn’t see, the way you were mooning over me like I wouldnae notice-”

“That’s- that’s not-” You try, managing to sound a little indigent despite your heaving breaths.

“Oh I know, bonnie.” He croons with a huff of laughter. “You were just trying to be a good soldier, didn’t want to get caught seducing your superior, aye? What would the other officers think?”

You whimper at that, clutching a little tighter if only out of a remnant pulse of shame. Yet John doesn’t let you stop, drags you more insistently over the bulge of his thigh straining through his pants.

“They don’t get to know.” He tells you, smirking. “They don’t get to know how sweet ye are like this, how pretty you look trying to come all over my leg, aye bonnie?”

You feel it rising inside you, feel your oncoming climax mount with every low rumble of words against your skin, with the way his scent clouds your senses so there’s nothing else but the sensation of him, the pleasure of you grinding your wet, empty cunt against his leg.

“C’mon, little one. Can feel you trying. What’dye need?” He huffs, and you shake your head into his shoulder.

“Empty.” You tell him in a little, shy whisper, face burning as you refuse to look him in the eyes. Yet a hand catches your cheeks, turns you up to his gaze so you have no choice but to look into his bright, glimmering stare.

“What was that?” He asks, and Gods, you think he may eat you alive. “Need to use your words, sweetheart.”

“E-empty.” You tell him a little louder, catching sight of the glassy eyed stare reflected in his eyes, feeling your legs shake with the effort of trying to hold your own weight.

“Oh poor wee lass.” John sighs, bending down to kiss you again, swallowing the little whimper that bubbles up your throat. “Dinnae fash, I’ll take care of you.”

He pulls away so quickly you nearly drop to the floor, were it not for the hand slung across your hip that keeps you upright. You hear the clink of a belt, and for a single hopeful moment you think maybe it’s his, only to groan in disappointment and need as he squirms his hand past your own waistband, slinking his fingers between your folds.

“Christ almighty, lass, you’re soaking wet.” He breathes, bracing his forehead against yours so you feel his warm huff of air on your swollen lips. “Just from this?”

Yeah. This. You want to tell him. As if ‘this’ isn’t something straight out of your wildest wet dreams, him easily handling you in close quarters, treating you with greedy hands and yet touching you as if you’re something prized, a beautiful weapon he’s admired from afar for far too long.

When he sinks a finger into you John groans a deep, resounding noise in his chest, open and appreciating the way your slick heat instantly clenches around his fingers.

“Fuck, the feel of you, hen.” He breathes as he pumps his fingers with deliberate slowness, as you whimper and writhe and try to force yourself down onto his hand to chase your just out of reach climax. “So warm and tight, cannae even imagine how you’d feel around my cock.”

“Please.” You gasp desperately, body flushed with want as you grind against his fingers, seeking to angle them just right. “Captain.”

The sound John makes is primal, and you’re given little warning before suddenly he’s plunging a second finger into you, giving you only a moment to adjust to the stretch before he’s setting a rapid pace that has you wail into his chest.

“Is alright lass, I got you. C’mon, wanna feel you cum all over my hand.” He growls, panting, entire body coiled tight as he pushes you further towards your climax. “I’ll fuck you proper after, promise. Just need to feel it when you come, wanna hear how pretty you sound, c’mon-”

It’s that thought, the one of him having you right here in the lift, bending you against the wall and fucking you just like this that makes you arch with a broken little shout, clenching down hard on his fingers as he slowly works you through it, murmuring sweet endearments down at you as you tremble. You feel your walls pulse around his thick digits, coating them in slick and you realize too late he never took his glove off.

You nearly buckle as the last pulse of pleasure pulses bright and powerful through you, clutching at him with a little whimper as you come down slowly. You’re warm all over, muscles flooded with a bright release that has you wobble where you stand. The pulse of your heartbeat echoes in your ears and you try desperately to catch your breath amidst it all.

And, naturally, that’s the moment when the lift starts moving again.

You almost entirely lose your balance when the floor beneath you jolts, squeaking as you lean fully into your captain. He doesn’t seem to be caught off guard at all. If anything, John seems amused at the sudden motion of the elevator, huffing a warm sound of disbelief up towards the ceiling.

“Think we’ll still be late for that meeting, bonnie?” He asks, grinning mischievously, as if he didn’t just make you come so hard your knees wobble.

“No sir.” You breathe, leaning back against the wall as he pulls his hand from your pants, leaning up and licking his fingers free of your wetness.

“Fuck.” You breathe helplessly, head flopping back. “You’re glove-”

He hums, as if just now realizing you stained the palm of his fingerless glove, pulling the velcro strap with his teeth as one hand balances you while you regain your strength.

“Keep it safe for me.” He tells you, jamming it into your front pocket as the lift whines to a halt. “Give it back to me later. After the meeting.”

After can mean a lot of things, you realize.

The lift dings pleasantly, and your captain hauls a brawny arm to keep the door open for you, ever the gentleman.

“Go on then lass,” He smiles, friendly and easygoing despite the knowing, hungry glimmer in his gaze. “Tell them I’ll be a few. Have to give the mechanics a talkin to.”

You nod, still a little shell shocked, a little disheveled, blinking dazedly as you scoot past him, then pause.

Checking the hallway, you twirl around and lean up to kiss him so you hear the little breath of surprise against your lips.

“After, captain?” You ask sweetly, blinking your lashes up at him and watching his pupils blow wide.

“After.” He declares, voice just as sultry, leaning down to nip teasingly in front of your face, fangs and all.

You sway off to the meeting, sneak into the back row and explain the hold up, and nobody looks at you twice, shy as you are. When your captain comes in five minutes later, only you notice the way he struts to the front of the room, smirking wide and assured as he briefs his men on their next target.

“Weapons hot, lads.” He declares, arms crossed, a smile taunting danger. “We’re danger close.”

#john soap mctavish x you #john soap mctavish x reader #captain mactavish x reader #captain mactavish #captain mactavish x you #I saw a gifset and went a little feral apologies #This is also unbetad to hell so sorry for that too

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tcfactory · 2 months

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Brainrot of the day is all about people mourning the OG Shen Qingqiu, it just happens somewhere where Shen Yuan can't see because he doesn't frequent the places where Shen Jiu used to withdraw when he got anxious or wanted to paint/play music/meditate in peace.

It all starts with Shang Qinghua setting up a kinda memorial - just a pile of rocks, really - but vibes and grief make it so that each time someone discovers it and remembers Shen Jiu they add to it. Someone carves a proper stone for the memorial - no name on it, obviously. Not a fan either, because the new Shen Qingqiu uses fans too. Bamboo stalks, a painter's easel and a pipa - he never played it in PIDW, so Shen Yuan has no idea that it was Shen Jiu's favorite instrument. The guqin is what they teach to the disciples when they are first learning music, so he sort of just assumed that's the one instrument Shen Jiu played.

Ning Yingying, Ming Fan, Mu Qingfang, Yue Qingyuan, Shang Qinghua... even Qi Qingqi starts missing him when his spy network starts falling apart without him. The list of people visiting grows until it becomes a whole thing to seek the memorial out when they miss the old Shen Qingqiu. To offer him a song or a snack or burn incense on his (chosen) birthday...

Cultivators are good at many things, processing grief is not one of them. If it was left to them they would still mourn him a century later as if he died yesterday.

Of course it's Shang Qinghua's fault when something changes. He's visiting the memorial after a very draining argument with Shen Yuan about how much Shen bro is neglecting his peak (he might as well not be a peak lord anymore because he wants to spend all his time with Binghe) when Mobei picks him up one day and takes note of the memorial. And the next time Mobei finds some miraculous rebirth plant (they've been keeping an eye out for something that can bring back Zhuzhi-lang and fix Tianlang-jun) he buries the spares there.

It should be nothing, without a body or even a soul to latch onto. Shen Jiu's presence is mostly gone from the world - except from this one place, where everyone hoards their grief in secret, sharing memories where they can't offend the new Shen Qingqiu.

It's not enough to call a drifting, shattered soul back to life.

Not until Tianlang-jun. He is on his way off the mountain after delivering a thank-you couched in the most infuriating wrapping he could muster to master Shen for his help in identifying what miracle cures were needed to fix him and his nephew up. He sought him out on Qing Jing because at least here his son can't pick a fight without consequences. Still, he's taking the scenic route as a form of spite, so that he can linger as long as possible without giving them an excuse to kick him off the mountain.

The clearing is thick with the presence of someone, a soul that is very much not the peak lord his son is so infatuated with. It's somehow familiar, in the way of people you used to regularly pass on the street remain, even after you no longer live on that street. It takes him a while to remember.

Su Xiyan didn't have 'friends'. Even her 'not-friends' (very much friends in truth, his beloved was just strange about her potential attachments to others) numbered so few he could count them on one hand. Only one of them liked music and arts enough that she introduced them to each other when they met by chance at a recital. They have only met once or twice, but Tianlang-jun carved his memory into his heart, as he did with everything to do with Su Xiyan.

What a curious thing for another Shen to linger so prominently on this peak.

Perhaps it's nostalgia that guides his hand to spill just a few drops of his blood on the dirt. It's not a proper path back, but it's a handhold, if Su Xiyan's last lingering friend wishes to claw his way back to life. Perhaps it's spite, because among all the people that frequent this place and leave their grief dripping over the rocks and grass, he can feel neither master Shen nor Luo Binghe.

Tianlang-jun isn't around for the fallout when Shen Jiu makes his triumphant return, but that's fine. It sounds like it was an unnecessarily explosive affair (Maybe it wasn't his smartest move to add heavenly demon blood to the divine miracle lotus root, but in his defense he had no idea that was there. He assumed, from the general vibe of the clearing, that it was just a plain old grave with a soul that clings through guilt or regret or resentment or, because humans are fascinating and complicated, all of the above). Rumors are always better than reality anyway (especially the ones filtered through Liu Mingyan and the book club) and this one is juicy enough to keep the cultivators gossiping for the next century.

He'll swing around when things have calmed down again, eventually. He wants to meet the new heavenly demon of Qing Jing Peak.

#svsss #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #I'm actually kinda writing this so uh #I need to stop spoiling the twists in my ideas tbh

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enihk-writes · 5 months

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[hard to recall]

part of the [architect!reader] series can be read together with the other fics or as a standalone

pairing: pbss!chung myung x gn!they/them!reader

will be alternating povs from pbss!chung myung and mhdd!chung myung

summary: a hundred years and a few remnants later

word count: 5.50k

author's note: i got very demotivated towards the end but the og plot was supposed to be reader comes back from work to see mt hua in shambles and they tear down all the buildings they built just to secure funds and that's why the current sect looks so bare, and it's heartbreaking because reader is an architect and this was their life's hard work and cm knows that too and he realised there was virtually nothing left of that could remind him of them, like they put their soul into these structures and now it's gone type of thing,, and in the chaos of the aftermath when there was no one to lead the sect as the remaining elder they have to do it and everyone knows they tried their best and that they died miserable,, cm was supposed to find this out bit by bit through hyun jong and the other current elders... BUT like i said, i got suuuuuper demotivated towards the end because of writer's block so i scrapped the og idea... maybe i might come back to try writing it, but not in this story rn...

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what does it mean to be loved?

what does it take to be loved?

power? fame? money? or was it a good heart?

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they've always had a good head on their shoulders. some have said that it was a little too good. poised steady and head held high no matter the situation, had they been able to carry a sword like he, who knows what they could have accomplished?

but alas, they were not destined for such things.

the natural state of their qi clashed with the martial arts of mount hua. like water on fire, and it had left them weaker after each training session. they were lucky, having discovered this flaw early, or else they might have suffered more down the line.

talent is something you nurture to bloom.

he looks at them, eyebrows raised in questioning.

i'm going off to see what else i can do.

and just like that, they left. nothing much changed in his life. though, sometimes, he does feel as though it wasn't as noisy as it should have been. it's almost like there was a hard-to-ignore scratch on a perfectly polished marble.

the food tasted more bland now that they weren't watching over the cooks with an iron fist. the clothes didn't feel as crisp now, since the ones on duty these days didn't leave it out in the sun for as long as they used to. and dust was now left to collect in corners until it became too much to ignore, it wasn't like that when they were here — they would have gone down on their hands and knees to clean those annoying places obsessively.

he also might have missed that there was someone who talked to him like a peer, an actual peer, over most of the others who either talked to him like a child, their unreliable junior, someone to be feared and respected. it's nice to have someone your age to talk to, and he never really thought he needed that sort of companionship until they were gone.

well, he doesn't mind waiting. he was a pretty hard worker too, and wouldn't it be a little embarrassing for him if he had nothing to show for when they came back?

three years flew by so quickly, and he walks up to the front gates one unassuming day to find them reaching over to knock on the door.

he was a little shocked.

well, not shocked in the ah sense. but in the ahhhhh sense.

when they stood next to each other side-by-side, his mood went a little sour when he sees that they were still not much different in their height. he was hoping that he had grown more then they did.

welcome back.

mmh, i'm home~

he didn't ask about what they've been up to in the past three years while they were wandering across the country.

the elders seemed pleased when they all walked out of that long meeting, the elder in charge of the finance hall in particular looked a little happier than when he walked into the room.

huh. he would be lying if he said that this didn't make him wonder what happened to them in the past three years.

still, he kept his mouth shut, preferring to watch from the sidelines instead. grinning at them when they walked over in his direction, slinging an arm over their shoulders, annoying them like they hadn't ever left home.

dinnertime was noisy, the table where they sat was swarming with so many other disciples — all wanting to hear of their stories of the outside world. chung myung can't blame the others much, most of them weren't allowed to leave the sect grounds until they reached a certain age.

oh, him? he didn't get permission either, he just does it because he never cared about the rules. and it was this mindset that had all his seniors and other elders of the sect rubbing their temples in exasperation.

he watched from across the dining hall, chin propped in his hand, as the littlest ones tried to garner their attention by pawing at their thigh with small and chubby hands.

they laughed at the children's antics, carrying the youngest up from the ground, resting her on their lap as she was lulled to sleep against their chest. for a moment, they caught chung myung's gaze, looking at each other through the gaps between the crowd of people. they smile shyly at him, looking away when one of the older sect sisters asks them something.

chung myung's lips pull into a thin line, looking down at his half-empty plate of food awkwardly.

he wasn't sure why he wished for a moment that they were the only ones there in the dining hall then. maybe he wasn't used to having to share them with anyone, it was always just the two of them. with how chung myung was so quick to pick fights, nobody his age wanted to hang around him. only they had the patience to even try. and because of that, they slowly lost their friends — because if anybody wanted to be friends with chung myung, that person surely had something wrong with them.

he felt bad. knowing that he was the reason why nobody wanted to associate with them was a shitty feeling. he tried to chase them away in the beginning, never resorting to hurting them but he wasn't ever nice to them either.

go away!

nuh-uh!

that was always the way they greeted each other back then. he would hide from them in the tallest cupboards in the kitchen or in the trees or even the rooftops but they must have learnt something from his chung mun sa-hyung with how they still caught him each time effortlessly.

right.

this is how it's supposed to be. seeing them surrounded by so many people, all looking at them in awe and wonder. this was how they should have lived all this time.

the usual appetite he had vanished. pushing the food away, chung myung gets up to leave, slipping away into the cold night and away from the action.

white puffs of air float upwards at each exhale, gravel crunched under his feet as he drags them to bring him back to his room. he doesn't make it far though — there was a pitter-patter of light footsteps coming his way. he sighs and chuckles to himself.

he would know that sound of footsteps anywhere.

looking over his shoulder, he sees that the toddler sleeping soundly in their arms. it was amazing, how they managed to carry the child running without waking her up from all that shaking. he wonders for a moment if...

chung myung-ah.

he tilts his head.

let's put her to bed. she must be tired from staying awake for so long, poor baby.

he listens to them coo softly over the little girl's nose scrunching up from the cold. chung myung curiously pokes at the mounds of fat stored on the child's cheeks, snickering when the kid frowns in their sleep, grunting in protest.

they gasp and slaps his hand away.

hey! don't do that!

they whisper-yell, cradling the fussing baby's head closer to their chest, shushing her cries. rocking their arms, hoping the child would go back to sleep, which she thankfully did.

chung myung only looks away from their accusatory gaze.

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there used to be a nursery a little aways from the main dorms.

it wasn't there anymore. much like most of the buildings that used to stand here in mount hua back in its heyday.

it was just one of the many little things that had been torn down from trying to salvage sellable materials. that was nothing more than a product of time, and the actions taken by a sect struggling to feed the mouths living there.

it's been a hundred years, after all.

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why would you do something this pointless?

chung myung couldn't understand them. he leans against the wall with his arms crossed, talking to them through their window, with him on the outside as they were drawing out lines on a parchment paper by candlelight.

hm... but i don't think it's pointless though?

they state simply, not once looking up from their work. feeling neglected, chung myung whines a little. they were finally back after a good few years and now that he wanted to spend time with them, they're too busy? please look at me. he wants to say, beg even.

you're awfully clingy these days.

he hears their breathy chuckle. and the corners of their eyes crinkle up, lips barely hiding that wide toothy smile he'd missed seeing. though, it looked less childish than he last remembered. that's right. they're both grown up now, they're both adults now.

he wishes that they could be kids forever.

mostly because kids don't think too hard or dwell too long on things that hurt their brains. and whatever new winds that have begun to sail on the ship since they've returned to mount hua, was bringing them to a different destination than he thought they'd end up. he wasn't going to gamble on the possibility that they might have taken notice of this subtle change like he did too. all these thoughts hurt his head.

he listens to the sounds of the calligraphy brush dragged across the paper, tingles travelling up to his brain. it was late, he should be back in bed... but...

ahh...hnn...

chung myung yawns, not bothering to be polite around someone he's known his whole life. he hears them giggle again, but this time, they set their brush aside. leaning across the table, their fingers fiddled with something, soft clanks of wood bumped into each other for a moment before the window was finally thrown open.

come inside.

they call out to him with that same soft smile.

woah there! you shouldn't be inviting a man into your private quarters so easily like this! what if he misunderstands something... this is so intimate you know...

he gasps dramatically, even if this wasn't his first time in their room, this was his first time in their room as an adult. it was very much a significant thing to him.

they laugh again.

...you jest. we're friends, what's there to misunderstand?

ah. of course. they were only friends. nothing more, nothing less. what was there to get confused about?

he wordlessly climbs in through their window. taking off his boots before putting his foot down on their pristine floorboards. it's hard to forget about that time they scolded his ear off for dirtying the floor they had freshly cleaned.

you still remember to take your shoes off huh?

they mumble quietly.

you don't have to do that anymore though. i'm not as nit-picky as i used to be. i can always clean it up again.

he thinks they've certainly changed quite a bit.

his thoughts wander more, but his gaze never once leaving the drawings that came into being on the paper. thin and thick lines that formed into what he recognised as the entire scale layout of the current mount hua seen from above. he marvels at their small drawings of furniture in each of the miniature rooms.

he moves to stand behind them, eventually sitting on their bed after changing into the spare set of sleeping attire they've kept in their wardrobe just for him.

as the night wore on, he finally succumbs to his tired state, burrowing under the covers of their bed. he calls out to them to go to bed too, but it seems they've chosen to ignore him in favour of their work. he didn't have half the mind to try again — not when they had that look in their eye. it was almost like a possession, some innate obsession that they'd somehow unearthed within themselves in the three years they were gone.

he doesn't remember them ever being like that. if anything, they were the most laid-back person he's ever known. with no particular ambition, no wants beyond what they needed... not much plans for their future. he didn't know what happened to them before they decided to leave, he still hasn't asked them about what happened in the time they were away. they've changed, and deep down he feels a little bitter for getting left behind, falling asleep with those thoughts running in his mind.

the next time he woke up, it was the beginning of daybreak. the room was still dark even with the sky slowly turning into a pale violet. he felt the covers lift and they climbed into bed as quietly as they could, not realising chung myung was very much awake.

ah!

they gasp, startled by the red of his irises staring right at them from under the blanket's dark shadows.

you scared me...

they mumble and whine tiredly, falling into his chest, his outstretched arms circling their waist, pulling them closer.

m'sorry...

his lips ghost on the crown of their head, a hand hesitates to cradle the back of their neck. what if that was too much? sure, they've huddled together under the covers on cold mornings like this countless times before... but they were younger then. now, things have changed. but maybe it's more him than they, or it was both.

he could think about that later. right now, he feels so warm and relaxed he feels himself drifting back to sleep again.

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that day when he had dug into the ground to find the secret vault for the ledgers, he just barely missed the pile of scrolls sitting on the bottom of the bookcase.

he got curious, opened them and saw a set of familiar drawings.

the lines were faded from a vibrant black to a faint grey and the parchment had also turned a little yellow on the edges. his fingers traced over the writing at the corner of the paper. it was a signature of that person's name. he tries and fails to remember the way their hands held onto that brush they'd often used.

it's been a hundred years, after all.

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recently, the elders have been discussing about what to do with some of the main halls.

you see, they've neglected the management of the buildings in favour of setting aside the budget for other matters like investing in expanding the local businesses or other miscellaneous affairs. they'd figured there wasn't really a need to keep up with building maintenance, not when these halls have been standing well and good for the past few centuries.

though the main issue now was that there was a wee bit of a nothing-too-serious case of termite infestation going on in the wooden frames on a select few of the said buildings. ugh, more work everyone around.

oh! but it's not for chung myung though!

he remained blissfully unaware about the current plight of a certain person until he comes across them slumped against the outer walls of the back gates, head in their hands.

hey...

there was a slight hesitation in his voice.

hm?

they look up to meet his worried gaze with a confused, sheepish smile. loud growling of their stomach interrupting the moment.

he feels his irritation grow. seriously! they were old enough to take care of their own needs! no sane person would choose to ignore those needs to keep on working!

nausea hits them hard when chung myung pulls them to their feet, the world around them spins as their knees grow weak and buckle. thank god for his reflexes, catching them before they fall to the ground — but now what?

he does what chung myung does best.

throwing the poor and sick, now his supposed patient, over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

they don't even bother fighting back instead, they fade in and out of the intense feeling of wanting to throw up on chung myung or passing out — wondering to themselves if this guy was genuinely trying to put them to an early grave.

put me down...

nuh-uh. you need to eat.

they groan in exasperation.

and they passed out soon after.

in the days following that fainting scare, everyone agrees to take a step back. probably feeling guilty that they were driving one of their own like a workhorse. but that isn't enough to stop someone who's a known workaholic. chung myung doesn't remember them being like this before.

though a friend was a friend, and he shoves down the ugly feeling slowly brewing in the pit of his gut to take care of them. he was dependable when he wanted to be. just don't expect it to happen every time.

he knew the corners of the sect they liked to be, and in each of those corners, he'd put down his clumsily made step-stools — uneven and shaky, made from scrap pieces of branches and logs he found. it wasn't the best workmanship in the world, though they were delighted that he did this for them nonetheless.

not long after, there was a second, more polished and well-made stool that stood next to each and every one of those misshapen ones. and in the duo's later years, a third one was added to the lineup.

it was a common sight for the younger disciples to see two of their elders and another guy hunched over, roasting water chestnuts by the back gate like a bunch of delinquents until sect leader chung mun would drag their two elders by the collar as the third person trailed behind sheepishly.

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the back gates once made out of brick and stone had been torn down with only a low fragmented outline left behind. chung myung walks around that area until he stumbles on a mound of dirt by a wall still standing.

curiously, he kicks off the top layers of soil, revealing a splintered and rotting piece of wood. the more he unearths, the more the mound begins to take the shape of three step-stools.

his mouth waters at the smell of roasted chestnuts wafting from the kitchen. he hasn't had that in a while.

it's been a hundred years, after all.

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loud banging noises from dawn till midday were the norm this past week.

almost everyone bit their tongues from complaining. it was a necessary process, after all. even the elders held back from commenting on the ruckus. of course they did, this whole mess was their fault! who asked them to neglect building maintenance!

they were perched on a bamboo scaffolding, mumbling curses under their breath. straining to pull out rotted wood, trying not to squirm at the disgusting look of wet mold. cleaning out the gaping holes and filling them out one by one was a cheapskate way really — but what the elders ask for, they had to deliver. no matter how tiresome the job was, they have to prove themselves.

somewhere in the back of their mind, a voice was always condemning them. telling them over and over on repeat how useless they were, not being able to pick up on the basic skill of using a sword in a martial arts sect. the odd one out, the nail that stuck out, the stubborn thorn that got on the soles of one's foot. all descriptors that applied to them. their master, a man whose name they didn't want to speak of, was a cruel one. they always felt like a freeloader, taking and taking like a parasite, his words, what use did they have other than being another mouth the sect had to feed?

just as the rest of the world faded into a blur, a familiar voice cuts through the fog of their spiralling thoughts.

he calls out to them, face red from a combination of alcohol, running away from the seniors and the heat of summer. he clamours up the scaffolding with a small basket and a bottle of wine, trying to hide himself from view.

you aren't expecting me to hide you from our seniors... are you?

chung myung laughs nervously.

i'm not going to lie to someone to cover your ass.

urgh... you sound like those shaolin monks talking about the five virtues of righteousness...

they were about to snap back when a flurry of footsteps came their way — chung myung retreats further into the shadows, stilling from making any more noise. they glance over at him, before turning over to continue with their work.

a few of the junior brothers stop at the foot of the scaffolding, panting a little. the boys look up to their senior, nudging amongst themselves to ask the whereabouts of their other runaway senior.

uh, senior... have you seen...

the timid voice of the junior was interrupted by the loud banging of the hammer against the wood. and every time there seemed to be an opening, the banging quickly resumed again.

the boys decided to just give up and report to the elders that they'd lost track of their runaway senior. grumbling amongst themselves about how they've wasted their time.

chung myung remained in his spot, only coming out when the coast was completely clear. all while they were still hard at work, pulling out the wood, and filling out the holes.

he reached into the basket, plucking out a kumquat from the bunch. he blows the dust off it and wipes it clean before nudging the fruit to the other's lips.

open your mouth... ahhh...

the kumquats were just as sweet and tart as expected. they chew on it thoughtfully, gathering the seeds under their tongue to spit it out. chung myung's hand moves to hover under their chin, and they raise an eyebrow in question.

you can spit the seeds on my hand.

ew. that's so disgusting. what are you? a pervert?

the man looks at them indignantly. urgh, they were so rude! it's even worse than when they first left mount hua! to have believed life outside shaanxi would have changed this block-head potty-mouthed person was a pipe dream after all!

you... you're cussing me out, aren't you?

chung myung shakes his head quickly, knowing they weren't above tattling to their elders if he pissed them off. he's known this first-hand since childhood, and it doesn't seem like things were going to change in adulthood either.

you can buy my silence with some of those mooncakes you have or with the mandarin oranges in the basket.

he sucks in a breath. they were asking for his favourite mooncakes... they were so cruel... evil, evil bastard! what friend? this was clearly the devil in disguise, maybe he should have brought talismans to test that theory...

oi.

he grumbles in defeat, getting to work by diligently peeling the skin off the mandarin oranges, splitting the fruit into its little segments, and feeding it to them piece by piece with slices of mooncake in-between each fruit to cleanse their palate.

mmh... our chung myungie can be such a good boy too eh~

shut up!

they cackle and drown out his insults with the loud banging.

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the sect had been gifted a few carts of mandrin oranges by the merchant guild. chun myung had taken a few to snack on in his free time, and as he peels the skin off the fruit, he thinks about how nice it'd be to have someone to share these little slices with.

he bites on a piece.

it was sweet, but not like he remembered. and there was also a bitter aftertaste that left him feeling emptier than before.

it's been a hundred years, after all.

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war was such a devastating thing.

beyond the obvious loss of lives, there was also the grief gained from seeing someone who is still alive and kicking lose all that made them... them.

chung myung hasn't been himself in a long, long time. he barely remembers through the haze of liquor-induced stupor the type of person he used to be before this endless bloodshed. he smiled less, got agitated more often, and even for someone who had always seemed to attract wayward troublemakers this was all too much. he wonders what went wrong, did that person also notice something was wrong with him?

no. that person surely noticed. they were an architect for god's sake — being observant was part of their job description. he wanted to ask them why they hadn't been so hard on him like everyone else. the tension hanging in the air had made the sa-hyungs lash out at him, he somehow became the scapegoat that took on the blame for the smallest errors. not that he minded, he understood they didn't mean it, but it doesn't make it any less hurtful.

myung-ah.

he looks up, eyes clouded over and dazed. a vaguely familiar figure makes their way towards him, talking with someone, presumably the tavern owner, in hushed voices before a hand caresses his head gently. chung myung leaned into the touch, it was as comforting as it always was. he hasn't been seeing them as often as he'd like these days... he frowns at the realisation.

myung-ah. let's go home.

he groans as he feels them lean him against their shoulder. he's been told he smells like plum blossoms, most of the other swordsmen that practised the plum blossom divine arts did too — but they didn't, and he becomes curious about what they smell like. nuzzling his nose into the side of their head, he catches a whiff of what could only be described as laundry left under the sun.

this person... how was it possible for someone to be this comforting in every aspect of their being? it doesn't make sense, they were human were they not? how was someone able to have such a clear mind at all times? even chung mun sa-hyung slipped up once in a while, losing his patience, just like he did earlier today when he chastised chung myung for not taking things as seriously as he should have been.

do you... do you also think i haven't been doing my best?

he mumbles under his breath, voice strained and cracking just a little. he felt his stomach drop, out of nervousness or dread, he wasn't sure. maybe it was even both.

the two stop walking. they were at the foot of the steps leading up to the front gates. he looks at them, afraid to hear what their answer would be. he tries to laugh off his question, peeling himself off them and was just starting to go up the steps when he feels their hand grip at the back of his uniform.

they pull him back towards them and hesitantly pushed him to sit. chung myung watched the expressions on their face morph through the gaps of his hair hanging over his eyes. he was the most terrified he had ever been in his life — ever since he'd come to terms with the fact that he saw the person standing before him as someone more than a family or a friend, any prospect of them thinking of him in a negative light was enough to have him running with his tail between his legs.

he dare not say he was in love with them. not when he held so much unresolved resentment towards them for leaving him behind. he wished, still to this day that they hadn't gone off to find what they were good at. they should have stayed within the walls of the sect, they should have stayed here with him, where they would have never bloomed their talents and made everyone want to take them away from him. they could have been all his if they stayed, and he could have held them as close as he wanted, envelop them with his whole being. his love, all his, his, his.

chung myung-ah.

he tried not to make a face.

our chung myung works hard in his own way. i don't know about the others, but i do. i know you have your own ways of working hard.

they brushed his hair back, tucking some strands behind his ear. he hated it. he hated how it made him melt under their fingertips, hated how even after all these years he didn't have the courage to admit to something this simple.

they didn't know all of him. if they did would they still touch him this tenderly?

his hands find their waist, and then their hips. musing at the way their pupils dilated and shook, he tugged them towards him. they stumble over their feet, falling into his chest. there was a stupid grin plastered all over his face as the other tried to get up from the embarrassing position. his arms circle around them, pulling them in once more, setting them on his lap.

...you're drunk. you know that right?

they push away his face that had been inching closer. he holds their hand covering his mouth, pressing his lips against the inside of their palm — kissing it once, twice, a few more times until he felt satisfied, before moving their hand to rest on his cheek. he rubs his sand-papery jaw against their smooth palm, the tip of his nose tracing their wrist, thumb pulling down the long black bracer so his lips could reach the thumping vein lying under the thin layer of skin.

their breath hitches as his teeth grazes over their wrist, he ponders for a moment before biting down on the flesh. hard enough that they wince, whimpering softly, but not enough to draw up blood. they feel the back of their ears grow heated, not really wanting to find out whether it was from embarrassment or arousal. hitting at his shoulder with their free hand, they chide him for doing something so indecent out in the open, where anyone could see.

do you hate it?

that's not the point!

but... you don't hate this... right?

they turn away from his prying gaze. he wasn't wrong, they didn't hate that he was doing this. it's just... what if...

chung myung clicks his tongue. with a snap of his fingers, the alcohol in his system leaves completely in a translucent haze. he scoffs at the way their nose crinkled in disgust from the overpowering smell. he cradles their face into his chest, saving them from their little predicament. now sober, he agrees that he had been a little too carried away, so he digs his heels to the ground and kicks off into the air — still carrying them in his arms, jumping on rooftops until he reached the front of his private residence.

he refused to let them down even as he walked inside, despite their balled fist thumping on his shoulder. using that same scolding tone, still said in a soft voice, not once raising it in annoyance or anger.

with wide strides and feet falling heavily on the wooden floorboards, he locks every door and window in the residence — just in case someone becomes too nosy. tense body only relaxing in an exhale when they were both in the privacy of his bedroom. setting them down on the soft covers, he kneels at their feet, resting his chin lightly on the plush of their thigh, mumbling about how sorry he was for the roughness earlier.

it's okay.

their hands work their way through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp, cupping his cheek and turning his face up towards them.

chung myung was a beautiful man.

he knows it, but their look of quiet admiration made the blood rush to his face. he wasn't used to seeing someone look at him so lovingly, not when men and women would throw themselves on him from the lust they felt, not when most people closest to him always had a furrow on their brow from the antics he pulled. this was so new to him, he didn't dare move, lest it broke this tender moment.

have they ever looked at anyone like this?

probably not, he thinks, closing his eyes to savour the smooth pad of their thumb drawing circles on his cheek. smile tugging up the side corner of his mouth as the scent of the sun grows a little closer, their lips brushing over the hard lines on his face, his sun-kissed skin.

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he doesn't have a lot of joys in this second life.

though there was one that everyone around him seemed to have picked up on. it was strange that someone as seemingly money-hungry as he was found content in the simplest things — his bedding washed in plum-blossom-scented soap, freshly dried to a crisp under the blazing sun.

what the others don't see was how behind the closed doors of his sleeping quarters he would hold onto the sheets so tightly in his grip his knuckles turned white. burrowing his face into the fabric, he breathed in deeply, trying to recall the face of his sun.

a hazy figure, a blurry visage.

it's been a hundred years, after all.

#enihkwrites #return of the mount hua sect #return of mount hua #return of the blossoming blade #rotbb #rotmhs #cheong myeong #chung myung #cheong myeong x reader #chung myung x reader #return of the mount hua sect x reader #return of the blossoming blade x reader #i was supposed to release this on his birthday... sorry guys... i got distracted... my bad....#time management skills are so wack like genuinely it has impacted my life negatively

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brucewaynehater101 · 2 days

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i'm gonna be real idk if your the right person to go for young justice core four headcanons but you give the best replies by far so heres my own idea idea

I was listening to the Roblox Soundfont remix and now the og Gone Angels and now I'm thinking . . .

Tim became Robin to prevent Batman from ceasing to be the symbol of heroism and good he started off as

The symbol that spiraled into destruction of even the self with Jason Todd's death

imagine a world where Red Robin becomes the very thing he swore to destroy with his own death

he dies along with Bart and Kon. Cassie due to this and maybe other factors fucking looses it, Batman post-Jason's death but pre-Tim becoming Robin style

or maybe instead he dies but the rest of the core four lives. either way Cassie still looses it, by herself or with her other teammates

And maybe, just maybe, they get nobody to be the Third Robin to their Batman, no Third Robin to Tim's Second Robin

likely improbably in canon but the idea of Cassie and maybe even Bart and Kon having a villain arc (maybe Black Silence style) is too good of an idea not to share

(Side note; imagine a Gone Angels cover where the survivor(s) sing and for the itallian lyrics in the midway point the deceased sing)

((extra side note: imagine this is what gets Batman and maybe the other Bats to reflect on the time before and after Tim become robin, post Jason's death; seeing their history repeat with Young Justice))

((hell maybe the Justice League realizes as wells))

"you give the best replies by far." Thank you. Sometimes, it takes a bit to reply to asks cause I'm taking a few hours to really answer the prompts/ideas/questions people pose. I also sleep at random times, so apologizes in advance to any asks that take a while!

My image of YJ is a codependent platonic polycule. They are Young Just Us because they didn't receive proper support from their mentors. This is part of why Cassie and Tim fell apart after Kon and Bart died. This is why, in their own weird ways, both of them tried to get a form of Kon back. Tim tried the scientist cloning avenue, and Cassie tried the cult.

If you want Tim's death to inspire Cassie and YJ to go evil, might I suggest Tim sending proof of Bruce being alive in the timestream and then succumbing to his spleen injury (perhaps an infection)? This would create a delicious amount of angst, anger, and mental breakdowns.

Cassie, the only nonretired YJ member alive at the time, didn't believe Tim about Bruce being alive. This was in part due to the cloning stuff but also in part to trusting Nightwing (or Batman at the time). If Tim didn't make it out of that alive, Cassie may be desperate to find anyone to blame but herself for that. She was a kid, she was lost in her own grief, and Tim should have had the support of literally any other hero.

The entire hero community turned against a teenager in his time of need that he resorted to conspiring with the LoA and ended up losing his life. Whether she chooses to be mad about nobody believing him (Tim's possibly a better detective than Bruce and people have revived before, but his evidence at the time was flimsy), she can be very pissed that not a single hero offered to help him. They didn't even need to trust in Tim's decision. They could have just accompanied Tim until the teen gave up or proved himself right. They could have treated it as a grief road trip while Tim found himself.

Anyways, losing the last nonretired YJ member that way may cause her to just snap. The JL was already on thin ice with the YJ for their lack of support to her generation of heroes. Them failing YJ enough that two children died in the field and one died as a direct result of their actions? She would, rightfully, loathe the JL. On top of that, she does already not trust the government for what they did to Secret. If she can't prosecute the JL, she'll become their enemy.

Cassie lost all of her main polycule. She wants revenge.

After Bart and Kon come back, they see how JL left Cassie and what they did to Tim. Cassie is part of their ride or die, and she has been treated so horribly. Tim has died. They obviously join her.

Now, with Bart there to give evil ideas (Bart is the scariest member of YJ and you can't convince me otherwise), YJ is a force to be reckoned with. Maybe some of the other members come out of retirement, maybe not. They would be unstoppable with Tim helping them, but that's the problem. They don't have Tim. Tim isn't there to help them nor hold them back. That's why they became "evil" anyway.

I like to imagine someone, probably Nightwing, screaming at them from across the battlefield. "This isn't what he would have wanted! He became Robin to stop Batman from destroying everything. This is the antithesis of why he became a hero!"

For a split second, YJ would pause. There's merit in those words, after all. Cassie would recover first as she shakes her head. "He became a hero to be the leash to Batman's rage. He's not here now. He's not here to temper our rage, and you did that. You abandoned a child." She plants her feet more firmly and points her sword at Nightwing. "We won't let you do that again."

It's dealers choice on whether YJ win the battle or not. Also, I do believe YJ would be obsessed with trying to bring Tim back. Perhaps some of their evil deeds truly stem from them trying to find ways to bring back Tim. They are incomplete without him just as they were incomplete without Kon or Bart and would be without Cassie.

Now, is Tim actually alive or does he stay dead? Did Ra's revive him using the Pit? Did Ra's lie or misguide the Bats while keeping Tim hostage? Will Tim come back, either after being brainwashed by Ra's or escaping, to find his platonic polycule has officially lost it and turned evil?

#cassie sandsmark #dc comics #dc universe #young justice #young just us #let yj be evil #tim drake #bart allen #kon el superboy #thank you for the ask!!!!#yj can and should take over the world for the greater good

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callofdudes · 6 months

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I need to see this happen !!

Could you do a platonic Gary roach Anderson headcanon please, but with a twist. MWII 22 timeline please

My little bug boy! I'm currently laying out a timeline for him, so guys, seriously, ask me about Roach. I'm building an empire of lore for this man in MWll 22. Thank you for blessing us @itsscromp

Gary 'Roach' Sanderson headcanons

The timeline that I'm working out for my favorite bug boy is that he was forced to go KIA after a mission gone too far south a couple months after Simons return from his capture with Roba. 22 timeline, somewhere within the time Simon was still in rehab.

Friendly reminder in the og, Simon was shot and killed, Gary had to watch as both were burned alive.

So I headcanon that he shares some burn scars with Simon. And has some of his own.

When he is introduced back to our sergeant, Egg, as we now call you. It's on a whim excursion. I think I'm sticking to the idea that Simon happens to recognize him when out in public with you and that's how it started.

You start to get along well with him, even if he does stick by Simon most of the time. The two attached at the hip. He's quiet, and you often see him using sign language when alone with Simon.

Gary could talk, but was often much more comfortable with sign language. Actually talking and trying to find words a lot of times put some mental stress on him.

A lot of times, having to speak and not having the right words can frustrated him to tears.

"Roach, where are those papers you were supposed to get to the main office."

Gary opened his mouth, faced with a commanding officer than wasn't Price. Gary is strong, but when in a situation like this he can't focus. He couldn't find words. It's like he was stuttering together something in his head but he couldn't verbally get it out.

His hands moved anxiously, knowing he couldn't sign his way out. Stuck in place. He tried to speak, but nothing would come out. The officer only questioning him again, telling him to just spit it out.

Noticing Gary's growing anxiety, you came over and lightly tapped his arm. "It's ok Gary." You whispered.

Gary attempted some frazzled sign language, his own lack of communication making him frustrated, tears reaching his eyes.

You squeezed his arm. "Gary did send them in but there have been slow processing times down at the office recently. You should get it soon."

The officer seemed to accept this explanation, and you were left with Gary.

He whined in frustration and you rubbed his arm. "Hey, it's ok. It's ok, we got there in the end."

And you decided hey, if he liked to talk in sign language, what's the harm in trying to learn? So you started to spend some of your free time every day trying to learn BSL.

And eventually you had learned enough for some basic conversations, signing Hi! From your seat in the cantine, grabbing his attention. Gary gently patting Simon's arm and tugging him over to sit with you, signing back.

You smile nervously at him, attempting the sign from across the room, hopefully he'd see it.

You could see how his eyes lit up when you signed to him. He immediately grabbed Simon's sleeve, grabbing his lunch plate and tugged him over to you.

He sat down across from you and signed back. Again getting excited when you signed back. Simon sat next to you, also joining in.

You didn't know a lot, and Gary tried to keep his sign simple, experimenting sometimes of what you knew.

He was touched that you were learning sign for him so you could be a part of his choice to go nonverbal.

That's how the real conversation started. You started to ask him questions, things about himself and how things were before he left. Before all the shitty stuff happened and you arrived. And Gary is happy to talk.

I think that Gary is very selectively mute with his people. He will speak but there has to be a trust there. Whether it's the trust Simon shares with you, you learning BSL or just doing little things to help him around back on base he feels secure with you.

A life of learning to not trust people did that to him, and his family life was probably a little rocky. But he trusts you, eventually getting deep into conversation with you.

Also, you're going to have to clarify to him if you like bugs or not right off the bat before he shows you his... friends.

And while he's all about bugs, he's also a flower guy. Nature in general is his favorite topic but I think he knows a lot about flower language. Another way he conveys how he feels.

Silly, but I think he has a bunch of those fake flowers and a vase in his room, so whichever flower is in the vase the guys at least somewhat know how he's feeling without him having to use the words to express it.

Hes very athletic and flexible. He can fit into anything. It's not uncommon to see the little guy lounging on top of the fridge before Price has to swat him off. Or hearing him crawling through some of the vents by the gym or something.

One time placed a speaker in the air vent by your room and started playing creepy noises. You only called him out when you heard that little giggle.

Quiet, but I think he has the most distinct giggle. Like, you know it's Gary. It's not quite a cackle, but it is in a way. It's very distinct to him.

Once let a recruit get away with having a tarantula on base because he thought it was cute. Simon screamed at him when the thing got out.

Gary is as silly as he is tactical. Let's not forget just how amazing he is at his job. Gary is the guy who can get in and out without being noticed. Under the cover of a snowstorm you would never see him.

He's Ghost's main team up, of course he's skilled.

When you get surrounded by enemy soldiers with nowhere left to run you think you're going to die. Until the enemies start getting shot down from bloody hell know where! Precise bullet after bullet until their down. Only then does Gary pop up.

"Surprise! Miss me??"

Has bug themed pajamas.

Did a spicy pepper challenge and was crying on your lap for over an hour while quivering and blowing his nose into the thoughts of used tissues. It was not good.

Once got a lip piercing once as a 'dare'. Was sad when Price eventually found out about it and made him take it out ☹️

Took you to the zoo once, wanted to spend all his time by the bats and the snakes. They even had a tank of spiders that he desperately attempted to get you near because 'look how cool and pretty they are!'

Gary is also an incredible comforter. He's small, but he attempts to lay across you. If you're bigger than him, he'll starfish out across your chest, snuggling his head into your chest to try and keep you cozy.

If you've had a nightmare he'll wrap a blanket around you and stay with you.

He snuggled up to you, wrapping his arm around you. He tilts his head a little, pulling down his mask to offer you a crooked little smile of reassurance.

"It's ok." He whispers, trying to calm your shaking. He takes your hand, bringing it close to his chest, making sure you're ok.

"It was just a nightmare, I promise." He whispers again.

You lean against him, and he embraces it, taking the weight for you. "I got you, I won't let anything hurt you ok?"

"Thank you Gary..."

You once saw him slap Simon hard across the face (a little spat) and you thought that little man was going to die. Apparently Gary has the powers of the sun because Simon just nodded and shut up. Like what!?

You love him but you're also scared of him...

He's as cute as he is deadly, and just... Be careful with him. 😅😅

(sorry if I mentioned Simon too much, realistically I think they are brothers who would not go anywhere without the other)

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blacklesbothatlovestowrite · 8 months

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Water

Riri x Black fem reader

Author's note: So I had an issue with this story being posted without tags to someone and I am rectifying it on my end because regardless of how I feel about the situation I was educated on how to go about expanding ideas that are suggested and giving credit. Teachable moments are very important in life, I am a girl's girl. I like to address things person to person and while I feel like there was a better way to handle the situation it is what it is. I ended up going back and forth with who I found out was an author I actually liked on here and in the end came to the conclusion I would no longer do any suggestions or expand on anything. What other people think is law for the fandom or etiquette isn't law for others (In the way of what we know personally. I have not interacted with anyone on here so I wasn't fully aware of how things were done or should be done as I just read, like and write). I sincerely didn't think much of it beyond seeing the idea and getting excited about doing it in my own way. I didn't remember who made the idea for it at the time but I knew they were on my follow page so they would see my post and interact with me. That wasn't the case and I realize now how it came off and I apologize for that and moving forward I know how to do things.

This was my first and last suggestion story, I debated on getting rid of it but I won't because creative idea or not. I genuinely worked on it because I wanted to support the fandom and bring back the hype and excitement we all OG had for these characters.

I fully take accountability for my actions and how they were received, and I hope moving forward we all in the fandom are able to address each other and interact with each other to keep the peace, and to continue to do what we all love. 💕

The person who made the OG water idea suggestion had said a scenario where reader was in an oversized t-shirt and Shuri was the character for the pairing. I chose Riri because I thought it better fit her character and the words just flowed with that in mind.

@imjusthere2readbruv

"Ma, chill." Riri grumbles seeing you do jerked movements to the same song you'd been playing for the longest.

"Make me sweat..." You sing, while twirling in Riri's oversized shirt.

"I swear Ma!" She huffs, tossing her pillow at you as you did the jerky movement again. You weren't going to stop until you got it just right.

"Ya'll see how she doing me?" You say to the people in the live, looking over the comments.

"Ah ha!" You laugh as you see comments about Riri pretending to hate your antics.

Riri acting like she don't like the way that gyatt moving

Ya'll see the recoil in that t-shirt at that???!!

I'm too gay for this

Riri can give Y/n here if she don't want her

"Lemme see." Riri frowns, hopping off the bed and snatching your phone. You laugh as she scowled at the comments. "That's all mine, ya'll can look but I get to touch."

"Riri move!" You laugh, pushing her as you replay the song again.

Make me sweat

Make me hotter

Make me lose my breath

Make me water

Make me sweat

Make me hotter

Make me lose my breath

Make me water

You do the dance seriously this time and stick your tongue out at Riri as you get it perfect.

You watch as she watches you, all the shit she was talking gone as she stares hard. You turn away from the camera so your ass is facing her and do it again to tease her.

"Nah ma." She shakes her head, snatching the phone. "Say bye to your little single ass friends."

"Riri!" You exclaim, trying to hide the laughter. She exits out of your live and locks your phone.

"Nah you wanted to be out here dancing and shit." She grins, tossing the phone to the side and pulling your shirt over your head and her boy shorts that fit you pretty snug.

"Do it again." She bites her lip as she leans against the bed with her arms crossed.

"I thought I needed to chill." You taunt, shivering as your nipples hardened at the look she was giving you. She was so fine.

You do the dance again as the part plays again, adding in extra hip movements and gyrations to entice Riri. You watch as she runs a finger over her lips in contemplation as she eyes you.

"Sound advice." She hums to herself, as she takes the necessary steps towards you and attacks your lips. Her tongue tangling with yours as she kisses your breath away.

Her fingers grip your hips as she lifts you onto her and your legs lock around her waist. You moan as your core dampens. She moves away and you both catch your breaths as she maneuvers you to the bed and tosses you down before settling between your legs.

She sucks your nipple into her mouth, her tongue lathering the stiff peak with licks and flicks. You arch your back as she switches breasts. She had the most amazing mouth, hands, everything. She was so skilled in the art of pleasure that at times you felt envious at the women who'd taught her how to be so good.

Her tongue dips low, a slow and torturous pace down to where you're yearning for her. You groan in misery as she places kisses on your pubic bone, inner thighs and clit. You jump slightly at the jolt in your pussy at the kiss.

"Baby...." You whine, she loved to make you beg and you were in no mood at the moment for the delayed gratification she was into. She'd make you feel like you wanted to climb the walls, bringing you to orgasm several times before fucking you so good you came so hard you felt like blacking out.

"Shhhh, I'm only doing what you said." She smirks, her eyes had a sparkle to them. "Make me water remember?"

She looks at your gooey, folds and moans. You were soaked, the wetness spread all over your inner thighs and core. She licked her lips before dipping her head and licking your pussy from top to bottom. You sighed, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

"Fuck, baby girl..." She hisses, savoring the taste of you on her tongue. She flattens herself in between your legs and starts eating you out like always. Her tongue attacking your pussy like it's the last meal on earth.

She slurps on your pussy, her eyes on your pretty face. Your head thrown back with your mouth wide open, moaning as she eats you out. She grasps your hands in hers and continues pleasuring you, not holding back.

The moment you feel the urge to cum your eyes snap open and your eyes lock with hers. You beg her with your eyes not to stop, she's making you feel too good to stop right now.

As if she's reading your mind she focuses on your clit, her tongue flat against your nub as she licks with more pressure and you moan out as you gush on her tongue. Your clit throbbing as she continues to lick. While you're coming down from your orgasm she shoves two fingers in you and starts thrusting them upwards.

She instantly connects with your sweet spot and your eyes roll back as she presses continuously on it. The feel of her eating your pussy while fucking you with her fingers has you stuck in stupid.

You can't help the moans, groans and whimpers that slip from your mouth as she fucks you so good. Your legs try to close as she continues to work your pussy. She knows exactly what to do to make you lose your mind and she's basking in the moment.

"Fuck! Ri...." You cry out. Your mouth feeling dry as she continues to fuck you.

"Fuck! Right there, mama!" You demand, fisting the sheets in your hands as she pounds your pussy with her skillful fingers.

"Ooooh, Mama. I love the way you eat my pussy...." You swear. She goes harder, drilling your pussy in skillful thrusts.

She sucks your clit in her mouth once she realizes you're right there and like a geyser ready to blow you squirt all over her hand and chin.

"Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkk." You screech as she doesn't let up, and all you can do is cry as she makes you feel so deliriously good.

She moves her head to get a better look at your wet pussy, licking her lips as she tastes your essence. She continues fucking you her eyes locked on the way your pussy is sucking in her fingers, and adds a third.

"You can do it mama." She encourages, her tone gentle and soothing. "Let me see that pretty pussy cream."

"Fu...Ffffuckkkk." You grit through your teeth as she fucks you. Your body is glistening with sweat, your juices and your eyes are wide as she has her way with you.

"Look how my baby is taking me." She brags, her tone igniting something in your pit of your belly. "All that fucking sweetness all for me..."

Riri's mouth waters at the sight of your pussy taking her in. She's obsessed with the way your pussy looks, the way it gushes, squirts, creams. She could fuck you all day and still never have enough of you.

She moved up your body while her fingers were still slamming into you and captured your lips. She bit your bottom lip, hard before sucking on it. The moment she knew you were going to cum again she spit in your mouth and used her free hand to choke you watching as you arched up in her grasp and let out a howl.

Riri moved back, her fingers leaving your sensitive pussy. She looked down at your pussy, and licked at your juices while humming to herself. Once she had her fill, she looked at you and placed her hands at your lips.

"Taste yourself." She orders, and you obey quickly sucking her fingers in your mouth all the way. Your tongue licking everything off.

She smirks.

"I guess that song isn't so annoying after all." She shrugs, moving to spoon you while watching you struggle to get your breath under control.

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abiiors · 7 months

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long drive 🧁 // matty healy x reader

promptober '23 - day 4

a/n: seriously, there's less cheese in a quattro formaggi pizza. if you're an og, there's an easter egg in there for you 🤭 cw: none, just fluff wc: 1k

five hours. that’s how long it’s been since matty has seen her smile. five hours that she’s gone without laughing at his jokes or giggling at memes on her phone or even smiling when someone complimented her on her dress.

he doesn’t know what went wrong. she was fine when they woke up, happy and smiling when she got dressed for the day, excited to spend time with him in the studio. all they did was stop at their usual cafe for some coffee and donuts. and she has been moody ever since.

and yes he’s worried. especially when he sees her stroking her rounded stomach and frowning.

“darling,” matty approaches her cautiously. “something wrong? you look a bit upset.” he waits for a response. something, anything. but all he gets is a moody shrug.

“do you feel sick? just moody? i–i know being pregnant isn’t easy but—”

“it’s nothing, matty,” she sighs deeply and goes back to her laptop doing whatever she was doing before. the frown doesn’t budge and so matty isn’t satisfied.

“it’s not nothing,” he smooths a hand down her stomach, feeling tiny flutters of the baby’s movements. “you were fine this morning. you were fine till we stopped for coffee… i–have i said something? done something wrong?”

he’s sure his frown matches hers now. the guilt creeps in at the thought of having said something that might have upset her. to his horror, her bottom lip starts wobbling.

“no… no you haven’t,” she reassures quickly, voice thick with tears. “it’s stupid. it’s fine, i’ll get over it.”

“it’s not stupid.” matty moves closer, wiping some of the fallen tears away with his thumb. “come on. tell me what’s wrong.”

she sniffles again and shuts her laptop, setting it aside. matty watches her closely for any signs of discomfort or pain. for anything that might give him a clue.

“you know leah?” she asks unsurely.

“our barista?”

“mm-hmm,” she nods quickly. “well, she makes these amazing pumpkin cakes when autumn starts, and well… i have really been craving one all morning. since last night really…”

she pauses to take a shaky breath, hiccuping slightly. matty is even more confused than before.

“i was going to get a slice when we stopped for coffee. we haven’t been there in so long, i thought i’d say hi too…”

matty nods patiently, letting her work through the story and get to the root of the problem.

“leah’s moved away,” she sniffles. “they don’t make those pumpkin cakes anymore.”

for a moment he’s speechless, simply trying to process it and her eyes widen.

“you think it’s stupid!” she wails, “it’s hormones, i can’t control them—”

“hey, hey, hey, no!” he scrambles to get closer to her, to wipe away more tears that threaten to spill. his mind works faster than it ever has trying to come with some solution to this problem, even if it’s stupid.

“did they tell you where she went?”

she nods again, lip trembling once more and matty’s stomach sinks. please don’t let it be out of the country, he chants mentally over and over again, desperate for an answer.

“i looked it up,” she sniffles, pointing to the laptop, “it’s an hour and a half away.”

to her, that’s an outrageous distance to travel for one slice of cake, to him it’s a fucking blessing.

“i am the pregnant one,” she laughs through the tears just as they’re setting off fifteen minutes later. “i should be the one with insane ideas, not you!”

matty tuts in the driver’s seat, more focused on reversing the car safely (and yeah, okay, also doing the arm behind the seat thing that she loves so much). it’s only when he sees her smile that his heart stops hammering in his chest. once they’re safely on the road, his hand drifts to her stomach, rubbing lightly.

“it’s my baby too,” he chastises playfully, “i get to spoil her however i want.”

next to him she shrugs. the movement makes the sun catch in her hair, reflecting the gorgeous hues. his heart thuds in his chest for an entirely different reason now—because he can’t stop stealing glances at her even when he’s busy driving. can’t stop looking at the way the reds and oranges outside compliment her outfit so well or how the october sun makes her eyes shine.

as soon as they reach the new cafe, she’s out the door and running towards the entrance before he’s even found a parking spot. matty laughs to himself, shaking his head fondly. it takes him another minute but he follows her inside just in time to watch leah cooing over his wife’s belly. matty walks up to them, placing a hand on the small of her back and greets the barista with a nod.

“we,” he gestures towards the wife and the bump, “missed your pumpkin cakes tremendously.” then he moves away giggling when she tries to smack him. “seriously,” he stage whispers, “it was dire, leah, there were tears.”

leah laughs shaking her head. “the fact that you drove almost two hours…”

she moves behind the counter again, finally taking out a slice and setting it on a plate. matty swears he can hear her gasp next to him.

he looks at her again when he feels a tug on his jacket, about to panic when he sees her lip wobble slightly but she gives him a watery smile.

“you’re the best,” she stands on her toes, pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “thank you.”

he melts into her then, letting her give him a proper kiss that tastes just as sweet as the pumpkin cakes they’re about to have. and she indulges him, all the way until leah appears in front of them, two plates in hand. and matty is promptly forgotten in favour of the cake.

he doesn’t mind though, he knows the two hours are nothing. for her, he’d probably go to the ends of the earth.

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Spending Halloween With Them (headcanons)

Warnings: mentions of watching horror shows and playing scary games (not explicitly described), a lot of kissing in Naoya's (but it doesn't lead to anything s3xual) Gojo is an absolute menace and even dares to calls you one ="), Sukuna is another menace, pet names (pretty baby, mochi (gojo obv), baby)

A/n: I'm sorry I've been gone for so long =( I've had exams and I needed some rest for a while because I've just been feeling so tired but I'm better now and I'll be posting every week again! Take some of my headcanons and enjoy reading!

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna (Sukuna has his own body in this but isn't in his OG form), Zenin Maki, Okkotsu Yuuta, Inumaki Toge, Suguru Geto (basically high school Geto, before he became all you know), Toji Fushiguro (he isn't broke in this fic just so it isn't as confusing), Naoya Zenin (he isn't misogynistic (for Fem!readers) cuz he loves you a lot!) x Gender Neutral!reader

Itadori Yuuji

Is honestly very hyped to spend the whole day with you! He has a full plan on things to do, characters to dress up as and even places to go for the whole Halloween atmosphere!

The two of you go through his list of potential dress up ideas and the both of you end up just deciding to be vampires together, because Yuuji mentioned that he never dressed up as one before and we all know how cute he'll look as one!

The first thing he did when he woke up on Halloween morning was ask you, "trick or treat?", and when you replied with "treat" he started kissing you all over your face and upper body, muttering "I love you so much" in between kisses <3 (when you asked him what "trick" was he admitted that he wouldn't have kissed you the whole day as a way to tease you ="))

Will bring lots and lots of candy to your dorm room and the two of you probably will spend most of the day in bed, cuddling and watching horror movies while eating all the candy. Yuuji probably won't get scared at all and will just focus on the movie, but if he senses that you're scared, he'll pull you closer to him and stroke your hair gently 🥺

The two of you will definitely go around Jujutsu High and say "I will suck your blood" to basically everyone you see. Most of them were amused and thought that the both of you were really cute together, and some others decided to play along with the two of you and made you both chase them around to "suck their blood".

Definitely goes to Gojo to do trick or treating because that man has no shortage of candy and sweets. He'll drag you along and pretend to suck your blood in front of Gojo, which makes him laugh (since he thinks the two of you are really adorable together) and he ends up giving you both loads of candy, which Yuuji feeds you once you get back to the dorm.

Overall, Yuuji loves Halloween because he gets to dress up and spend time having loads of fun with you! He loved the smile on your face when you looked at the reflection of you and him in the mirror, wearing your Halloween outfits and he's determined to make you smile that way again next Halloween!

Fushiguro Megumi

He didn't think much of it honestly but he overheard you talking about it to the other first years and who was he to disappoint his precious s/o by not dressing up with them? He spends so long deciding on what outfits he thinks would suit the both of you and just hands you a really really long list for you to decide.

You definitely tease him and say that he should be a sea urchin and that you'll be some other sea creature, which makes him roll his eyes with a small smile on his face from your silliness. He gets worried when you actually start planning a sea urchin outfit for him though, and you couldn't help but laugh at the half-nervous, half-betrayed look on his face. You both ended up agreeing to the both of you being werewolves together!

When the two of you go around the school to show off your outfits, everyone takes so, so many pictures, especially the first years and Gojo, because it's not everyday that you see the Fushiguro Megumi walking around with fluffy wolf ears on top of his head! Megumi gets really shy and clings to you, but all you have to do is kiss him and tell him how cute he is for him to feel better 🥺

Of course, Megumi returns the favour and places kisses all over your face and tells you that you look absolutely adorable, which flusters you so much. He loves the blush that creeps up your cheeks and thinks you look so cute! He also makes sure to take lots of pictures of you and sets one of them as his wallpaper <3

Thinks trick or treating is silly until he realises that he probably can get his revenge on everyone and ends up pulling so many pranks and tricks. Even you didn't know how good he was at tricking people, and now you know that it's best to never get on his bad side.

Buys some Halloween sweets and food that are limited edition so that the both of you can enjoy snacking on them while watching scary anime. To your surprise, he knew quite a few good anime that had that scare factor that you were looking for, so you decided to let him pick what to watch.

Overall, he wouldn't outright admit it, but he enjoys spending Halloween with you a lot. From dressing up with you to holding you protectively when you get scared by the anime you both are watching, Megumi just really enjoys the fun he has with you on Halloween!

Kugisaki Nobara

She's hardcore about Halloween. Seriously. She has a whole checklist of things she wants to be for Halloween and makes sure to never repeat them. She decided to be a fairy princess (mainly because she couldn't decide between being a fairy or princess) and you obliged in her request of being her fiancé from the elf kingdom.

She does the shopping for the outfits and is very careful with her choices. Nobara takes into consideration what colours would look good together, what styles each of you like and so on. Rest assured that the outfits she gets look amazing! Not to mention the small little crowns she gets for the both of you! (because she's a princess and you're her prince/princess)

She's the type to head out with you to the streets of Tokyo and join the Halloween costume parades! She loves that she's able to show off her costume along with you on a large scale while admiring the outfits of others! And if that isn't your thing, don't worry. She'll parade around Jujutsu High with you while telling you how cute and amazing you look. She'll make the others compliment you as well just to make you feel more confident about yourself <3

Gets a lot of Halloween themed food! It doesn't necessarily have to be candy; as long as it has the Halloween vibes she rolls with it. She makes the effort to get different decorations too, and sets the table beautifully, with all the food and decorations placed in a really aesthetic way. She even bought small plushies of various Halloween creatures to place on the table!

Not a huge fan of horror or scary shows in general, so she really likes funny Halloween shows and movies. They add onto the Halloween vibes without scaring her, which is perfect. She'll laugh a lot even if she has seen the show before, and it makes your heart flutter to see how much she's enjoying herself 🥺

Will go around asking 'trick or treat?" with you and will absolutely take the chance to trick Gojo and the other first years just because she wants to. She enjoys it a lot and just likes the lightheartedness of the whole situation (and of course the looks on their faces when she tricks them!)

Overall, spending time with Nobara on Halloween is really fun and enjoyable! The two of you will definitely end up in fits of giggles and make many wonderful memories together!

Gojo Satoru

This man- He loves Halloween for so many reasons: lots and lots of sweets and candy, dressing up with his beloved s/o and just tricking and pranking everyone. He takes Halloween as a personal challenge to scare everyone in Jujutsu High and you better watch out because you're on the list too =")

He decides to dress up as a yeti of all things. Like a huge, furry and tall yeti. He wears his oversized fluffy and furry winter jacket with white jeans of all things, and then goes around chasing the students when they don't even know what he is. And he'll continue to chase them until they give him some candy (please explain to him that that's not how trick or treating works)

He spends the whole day literally harassing everyone in Jujutsu High to get candy and the only one who managed to get him to stop was Shoko because of how long she's been dealing with all his antics. He then compiles the candy into one huge bag and brings it back to share with you!

No matter what you decide to dress up as, this man will hype you up so much! He'll be taking pictures of you the moment you're done dressing up and will start texting everyone, telling them how cute he thinks you look. He'll definitely kiss you all over and call you his "pretty baby, his one and only precious mochi" while you try to touch up your makeup for your outfit. But seriously, he loves you a lot and thinks you look spectacular in your outfit <3

Will eat candy the whole day unless you pout at him to eat proper food. You're his only weakness and it's not like he can say no to you, right? So when you beg him to stop eating sweets and eat something more substantial instead, he orders take out for the both of you while calling you "a cute little menace that he can't say no to" and when he sees the proud smile on your face, he'll kiss you gently and say, "But you're my cute little menace who's just looking out for me, aren't you?" 🥺

Will purposely put on the scariest movie he knows for the both of you to watch just so he can get you to cling onto him. He loves it when you tug on his shirt and bury your face into his chest when you get scared of the show and he'll just smirk and pat your head gently while munching on the sweets he has. He'll never go too far though. If you get seriously scared, he'll change the show to something you like and hug you really tight to make you feel safe again.

Overall, he's an even bigger menace on Halloween, but it's cute to see him have fun and relax! Also, please give him lots of candy! He'll love you forever and cling to you for an hour at least while telling you how much you mean to him =))

Nanami Kento

He doesn't really care or think much about it since it's not really his kind of thing, but he will absolutely hype you up and support you when you decide to dress up for Halloween! He'll take so many pictures of you as you're getting ready for the memories and sneak up on you to kiss you at the most random times!

After seeing how happy and excited you are for Halloween, he decides to join in the fun just a little. When you were in the living room to get some of your props for your outfit, he hid under the blanket on your shared bed. The moment he heard you open the door, he moved a little, pretending that he was a ghost, and you couldn't help but laugh at how sweet your boyfriend was to join in the fun <3 (he decided to only do that and not jump out of some random place so he doesn't scare you too much!)

Will encourage you to parade around your shared apartment in your outfit! He'll video tape it while clapping and cheering for you to give you a little confidence boost! The more outfits you have prepared, the better! Kento doesn't care how long you take to get ready, he's happy with just being able to see you have fun showing off your outfits to him!

He's a great cook, and also a very caring boyfriend who doesn't want you to eat too much candy. So, he decides to plan a special variety of dishes for Halloween so that you can have food that gives off Halloween vibes without getting a sugar overload. He makes the nicest pumpkin soup and even shapes the rice he cooks into little ghosts!

He will buy you all your favourite candies and sweets for Halloween, but will remind you to eat them in moderation. He cares a lot for you and wants you to stay healthy, but he doesn't want to spoil the fun of Halloween! He'll let you eat as much candy as you like after dinner when the two of you are cuddling.

He reads a lot. Like a lot. All sorts of genres from horror to romance. It's only natural for him to know a few good horror stories to tell you and that's exactly how you spend the evening with him. Cuddling and eating your candy while he tells you some of the scariest books he's read (he mentally filters the books to make sure he doesn't scare you too much, don't worry)

Overall, spending Halloween with him is fun and you know that even if he doesn't really participate, he'll support you in whatever you want to do! He loves seeing how excited you get over dressing up and getting to eat your favourite candies!

Ryomen Sukuna

He never exactly knew much about Halloween but trust me, once you tell him more about it, it's a nightmare for you. He'll trick and prank you all day

He decides to dress up in his true form of all things. Using clothes and stuffing them together (in some way that actually works for whatever reason) to create the two other arms he's missing and painting his two other eyes onto his face. He actually gets up so early to do it so that by the time you wake up, you're not greeted by your boyfriend's sleepy face next to yours, but instead a four-armed, four-eyed monster that you don't register to be your boyfriend at first.

The rest of the day is just filled with him pranking and teasing you. From leaving a container of fake spiders in the fridge where your fruits are, to hiding all of your costumes for Halloween under the blanket on your shared bed, he seriously makes it his goal to trick you as much as possible.

Of course, he's out to scare you a little too. When you asked him what he wanted to have for lunch, you were met with an odd silence. You decided to go to your shared bedroom, which is where you assumed he was. And instead of seeing him lying down on the bed watching television as per usual, you saw him on the floor, a pool of (fake) blood surrounding him and a (fake) knife stabbed through his chest. You actually got so scared (he wasn't responding to you at all) that you started to cry and he felt really bad, so he stopped pranking you the rest of the day.

The two of you spend the rest of the day cuddling on the couch and eating different kinds of candy together! He knows he's scared you way too much, so he decides to show you cute little Halloween crafts and does them together with you to make you feel better! His favourite to make with you had to be the small ghost cutouts that you two stuck around the house afterwards <3

When you finally wore your costume, he was super impressed by the amount of effort you put in and the whole outfit you chose. He started to take loads of pictures with you (he was still wearing his outfit) and then carried you while showering you in praise because he thinks you look super amazing in your outfit 🥺

Overall, he's a huge prankster and takes Halloween as a great opportunity to scare you, but will make sure to spend time with you doing cute Halloween stuff like dressing up together and eating candy!

Zenin Maki

She knows about Halloween mostly because the other second years keep telling her that she absolutely needs to dress up and parade around Jujutsu High with them in their outfits. And of course, since you showed interest in dressing up, she couldn't say no.

She decided to dress up as a witch, and you couldn't help but want to be her black cat! She laughed at you at first, but when she realised how serious you were, she tried to convince you to be something else. Of course, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity for you to dress up with your girlfriend as a pair, so you persisted and she gave in.

Definitely hugs and kisses you all over after seeing you in your outfit. It's partially because she's really touched and happy that you decided to go as a pair with her, and also because you looked so cute in your cat onesie! She pats your head a lot and comments on how soft and fluffy your onesie is 🥺 (she lowkey wants to borrow it because she thinks it'll be nice to sleep in)

After the whole Halloween fashion parade with the other second years, she decided to go to your dorm, since it was fully decked out in Halloween decorations! She brought the candy she had bought a few days before and to your surprise, she just eats candy for lunch with you. She laughs when you ask her if she wants to eat more healthily, and rightfully points out that it's not everyday that she gets to eat junk food and nothing else for a meal. The two of you end up getting sick of the sweetness of the candy after a while and cook some savoury foods together!

The two of you definitely have a friendly competition on who can get more candy from everyone in Jujutsu High. You both set off at the same time and agree to meet back at the dorms at the same time to make it fair! When you both got back, you realised that the two of you both had the same number of candy despite having asked different people (and those people were giving random amounts of candy), which caused the two of you to burst out laughing! The punishment for the loser was to do whatever the winner wanted, and you both had a mutual agreement to cuddle while watching some horror comedies that night!

The two of you spend the evening and night watching shows and eating snacks! You gave Maki your onesie and she was very comfortable in it, so comfortable that she almost fell asleep from how warm and nice it felt! The two of you ended up sleeping in the couch together since you were both lazy to head to the bed, snuggling under a blanket and holding hands <3

Overall, spending Halloween with your girlfriend is definitely more fun than you expected! Maki is usually hyped and spontaneous when it comes to things you like to do, and Halloween wasn't an exception!

Okkotsu Yuuta

He used to be scared of Halloween and stuff because he didn't exactly get to see a lot of different outfits and somehow only saw the scary ones =( So when you asked him to dress up with you as animals, he was surprised because "do people really dress up as cute things on Halloween?"

When he found out that Halloween is just about dressing up as what you want, he felt really relieved! He picks out a cute bunny onesie for himself and you pick a matching one, but in a different colour. The first thing the two of you did when you changed into your outfits was to play with each other's fluffy bunny ears! He really enjoyed the whole process of getting dressed and doing makeup to make his outfit even more complete!

He takes loads of pictures of you and you do the same for him. The other second years eventually get tired of the two of you taking pictures of each other, and not together, so they make the two of you stand together and pose while they take a cute picture for the two of you! You all then parade around the school campus in your outfits while laughing and talking to each other about the inspiration behind your Halloween outfits!

Makes small little Halloween pastries for the two of you to eat! From ghost-shaped pies to pumpkin-flavoured cookies in the shape of pumpkins, it was truly a cute and delicious feast made by none other than your boyfriend! He even went to look for recipes for candy that the two of you could make together and needless to say, you both spent the rest of the day making different types of candy together <3

He knows you like keeping photos with him framed up in your room, so he uses the photo printer in the school to print out one of the pictures the other second years took for the two of you, and makes a special frame with cute Halloween stickers and drawings! He even adds small compliments, like "my baby looking really cute and adorable with me!" and "just two cute little bunnies!" along the side of the frame 🥺

He isn't a fan of scary shows or movies, so the two of you spend the evening talking to each other about what to do next Halloween! Yuuta honestly didn't expect himself to enjoy Halloween that much, but he can't wait for the next Halloween the two of you can spend together! He starts planning the different outfits the two of you could dress up in and the various activities you could do together! You couldn't help but kiss him because he just looked so cute and enthusiastic when planning, with his eyes lit up in excitement and his cute little rambling!

Overall, Halloween with Yuuta is sweet and wholesome! It's really just bonding time for the two of you, and you both enjoy it a lot. He's waiting eagerly for next Halloween, and you can't wait to see what kind of activities he has planned out for then!

Inumaki Toge

He really likes Halloween because he gets to prank people. Yeah he just likes it because he can finally make use of all his fake insects, whoopee cushions and other prank tools on the others! Of course, you're spared from his pranks, unless you request to be included (trust me you don't want to be)

Dresses up as an onigiri! You decided to go along with the food theme and dressed up as a piece of sushi and the other second years started to call you the "food couple", which wasn't untrue! He spent a long time trying to make his outfit from random cardboard boxes he had, and his effort truly paid off when you looked at him in amazement. It looked so real and you couldn't help but think your costume was much lamer compared to his. Of course, he would never let his s/o think that and immediately started texting you about just how cute you looked to him 🥺

Takes lots of pictures of the two of you together! He saves them to a special album he created on his phone for special memories he makes with you, and prints loads of those pictures out, with a copy each for both you and him! He then adds the pictures to his journal and decorates the few pages with different Halloween craft materials that you brought over to his dorm! You take the opportunity to decorate your own journal as well, and the two of you exchange journals at some point to write cute messages for each other <3

Will go on an intense trick or treat session with Panda and you, only if you want to! If you follow him, he'll make sure to show you the best tricks he has up his sleeve and you'll be laughing until your stomach hurts in no time! But if you rather wait for him in his dorm, he'll bring back all the candy he got and split it equally with you!

He gets kind of scared at some point of time because he tricked Maki for the fun of it, but she looked like she was ready to get her revenge on him anytime. You end up having to ask Maki to save the revenge for when she's paired up with Toge during training to allow your boyfriend to relax for the rest of the day.

He isn't a fan of scary shows either, so he spends the rest of the day eating candy and playing Halloween board games with you! It's a really fun way to spend the time together, and the both of you enjoyed it very much!

Overall, Toge will be an absolute prankster on Halloween and that's for sure! He makes it his mission to prank everyone except you after all! Nonetheless, he makes sure to spend loads of time with you and the both of you are guaranteed to enjoy the day together!

Suguru Geto

He likes Halloween mainly because he loves dressing up with you! You told him to surprise you with an outfit for Halloween and he planned like… 3 months in advance because he wanted it to be perfect! He ended up getting you a cute angel costume and he dressed up as the devil!

Helps you with your makeup and anything you might need when you're getting ready! He's really good at doing makeup for anyone, including himself, so he's more than happy to help you if you need him to apply any kind of makeup or face paint to make your entire look more complete!

Goes around and bothers Gojo and Shoko soooo much with you. You might be dressed as an angel, but that doesn't mean you have to act like one, right? Suguru has multiple plans to steal Gojo's candy and he makes sure that you're involved in all of them! You're basically an innocent little angel, looking really cute in your outfit while your boyfriend is the one dressed as the devil, the menace. So naturally the last thing your boyfriend's best friends would expect is for you to steal Gojo's bag of candy from the table he placed them on while your boyfriend was talking to them. The look on Gojo's face was priceless and needless to say, you and Suguru enjoyed pranking him a lot!

Your boyfriend knew how much you liked keychains and plush toys, so he made you and him a stuffed toy keychain each, according to what you dressed up as. You could tell how much time and effort he spent on perfecting all the small details on your angel keychain, from the way you smiled to the design of the outfit you were wearing! Instead of hanging it on your bag, you decided to keep it safe on the bedside table. Suguru thought that it was a cute idea and did the same with his, the two of your keychains leaning on each other beside your shared bed <3

He buys different types of candy that you've both never tried before so that you can have a small taste test and decide on which candies you would buy again, and which ones you would slip into the food of your worst enemies because they just tasted that bad. You both had a good laugh and had loads of fun reviewing the food as if you both were food connoisseurs!

Suguru prefers playing horror games over watching scary shows, so he picks out a game that the both of you can play. If you get too scared, he'll switch the game to another one that he can play by himself and he'll let you hide your face in his chest if you get too frightened! If he notices that you're seriously terrified, he'll definitely stop playing and switch to another fun and not scary game for you 🥺

Overall, Suguru is the best person you could spend Halloween with! You love everything the two of you do together on Halloween, and he enjoys it just as much as you do, if not even more!

Toji Fushiguro

He's heard of it, but he doesn't really care about it. To him, it's just some random event where people dress up and try to be scary and what not. But when you told him that you wanted to spend Halloween with him, he couldn't help but relent. He seriously loves you too much to reject your idea anyway.

You wanted him to be a prince, while you dressed up as a prince/princess. However, Toji had strong objections to it since he felt that he should be your knight instead. Someone who protects you and who is there to save you if you need it. You knew that he was pretty much set on the idea, and you weren't even expecting him to be so open to the idea of dressing up with you, so you agreed for him to be your knight in shining armour!

He wouldn't go out and parade his outfit with you in public, but you both have a photoshoot at home together for sure! You bring out your tripod, lights and even various props to make the whole atmosphere and scene more realistic, which Toji finds cute. Afterall, being able to see you excited over just dressing up was something he thought he wouldn't witness.

Brings you to a haunted house and makes a deal with you. If you didn't hold onto him or scream the whole way through the haunted house, he would buy you whatever candy and Halloween decorations you wanted. But if you didn't uphold your end of the deal, you would have to buy Toji whatever food he wanted instead of your candy. You lost the bet in the end (he actually brought you to one of the scariest haunted houses-) but he bought you your candy in the end because he just loves you too much 🥺

Will help you with setting up your Halloween party. He doesn't really get why you want to have a party, but he goes along with it anyway. You both enjoy lots of Halloween treats and candies while you tell him lots of Halloween stories you've heard before, mostly funny ones since you wanted to make him smile. He does smile in the end, but it's mostly because he could tell that you were having a lot of fun <3

You make him a small card with the pictures you took together with him in your outfits! You added cute ghost stickers and pumpkin drawings all around the card, along with a heartfelt message on how thankful you were for him going along with your Halloween plans. And Toji will never admit it but he was deeply touched and would definitely do it again with you next Halloween!

You can be assured that next Halloween, your boyfriend would still be participating in your Halloween plans! He just wants to spend more time with you and see you enjoy yourself lots more!

Naoya Zenin

Surprisingly, he really likes Halloween! He likes the feeling of being more carefree and relaxed while pranking people and getting candy! He also loves that he'll get to see you in a cute outfit and dress up with you!

He decided to be a wizard and you offered to be his assistant or something, but he told you to be whatever you wanted to be and not be influenced by whatever he chose. So you decided to dress up as a ghost who tailed your wizard "friend" everywhere he went! He was shocked when you told him that you wanted to follow him despite having such different outfits, but he wasn't going to refuse the company of his favourite person, so he made sure that the two of you were always holding hands when going around <3

He makes sure to tell you how cute you look every now and then! When the two of you were going for one of those Halloween parades on the streets of Tokyo, he held onto your hand tightly and whispered little compliments into your ear, which made you blush (not that anyone could see since you had cloth covering your cheeks). He also placed small and gentle kisses on the top of your head from time to time 🥺

Comes up with a full list of tricks he can pull on people but with you next to him, he doesn't feel like being mean. He uses the time he wanted to spend on tricking people to bring you to different places to buy Halloween themed things, like decorations and food, instead. He also brings you to a haunted house, which was actually meant mostly for children. But he couldn't risk scaring you too much so he decided that that was the best course of action.

Plays unique Halloween games with you. He loves mixing up all the candy you got in a huge bag and he'll make you pick one out, eat it and then he'll kiss you and try to guess what candy it was from the remaining flavour left on your tongue. You always get really flustered from it, but he still carries on with the game because he knows that you'll let him know if you don't like it.

His favourite thing to do is make different puppets of Halloween creatures and create a whole storyline with them! He always lets you give each puppet a unique personality, and then both of you think of a funny storyline for the puppets. It's fun, not scary and still Halloween related!

Overall, spending time with Naoya on Halloween is a good decision because he's gonna make sure you have as much fun as possible! He'll make you want Halloween to last forever.

Ahhhh sorry I'm a day (or two, depending on your timezone) late, I was having too much fun on Halloween itself AHAHA. I just love Halloween so much! Also I'm writing this at like 2am so I'm sorry for any typos =") Hope you enjoyed reading and Happy (belated) Halloween everyone!

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Thoughts on Pauline? I know she’s not in the Mario vs Donkey Kong remake but in the spirit of those games I just wanted to ask

I'm neutral on Pauling overall, as a kid I liked her alot more over Rosalina. I was soo hyped when she appeared in odyssey, although it had me reevaluating the lore and my life. LIKE SERIOUSLY-

Pauling is the mayor of New Donk City but does that mean that the og lore doesn't exist or is Donk City = New York?? If so, Does the pipe that Mario and Luigi took doesn't exist anymore? I decided not to think about it for a looooong time, BUT BRIGHT SIDE! I have thought of a theory/headcanon that solves EVERYTHING! I just don't know if I should tell you all yet.

I know Im a lazy bear when I don't have the right motivation to do something, which is why alot of stuff are just in my bucket list but I have a Mario Galaxy comic idea that helps explain my theory more naturally and help explain my overall hcs for my Mario universe.

Anyway something that always got at me as a kid was when people said the Mario is cheating on Peach with Pauling. I was deep in the Mario shipping trenches, but in order to please my inner demons I have the now headcanon that they're bitter exes.

Neither of them are bad, just bad for each other. It's just consistent arguing and clapbacks till Luigi got tired of sleepless nights so he begged Mario to finally cut it off. Now the used to be high school sweetheart just passively aggressively insult each other on the tennis court. But hey I guess thats no different to how Mario acts with any competition.

Peach and Pauling are cool with each other but Pauling just doesn't understand why a Princess would lower her standards for someone like Mario. Although Peach explains she just doesn't understand her decision and thinks Peach should have gone with the nicer brother.

Peach would like to talk or have tea time with Pauling if only she wasn't flustered and intimidated by this tall lady.

#super mario bros #mario bros #super mario #mario headcanons #mario #mario fanart #princess peach #princess peach fanart #peach #peach fanart #mayor pauline #pauline fanart

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idontknowmyownmind · 5 months

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Just got an idea from this

Everyone +Barrow -og!Cale remember

So, what if Barrow have been monitoring stalking Cale since he accidently saw him thinking that he is the Cale that 'killed' him for revenge but found out that they are different people

He should probably stop and start to search for 'Cale' but he got attached and now with the curse gone it turn into obssessiom because Cale is the first after a very long time he actually interest in (although unintentionally at first) and have a feeling for

When he heard about what happened with the other, he scoffed and started to move to get close to Cale

Cale wary at first and suspicious that Barrow only approached him because he think he is the 'Cale' everyone wanted

Barrow is harsh and blunt, he doesn't sugacoat his words when he told Cale that it was his first intention but it changed when he realized that he is not the 'Cale' he know, that he actually take an interest to him

There are upside down in their journey but they got there

Cale trust Barrow because even though he is rude and a bastard, one thing he noticed is Barrow never lie to him

The truth sometimes harsh, but Cale think it's better than sweet lies or empty hope

Is Barrow manipulating Cale? Who know, maybe yes, maybe no

What about Roksu?

Well, he remember, along with his hyungs

He know about the others reincarnation of course but he choose to not get close because he thought it's only him and his hyungs who remember

Until one day, he got a message from Cale, the real Cale, who told him that his 'family' is searching for him before he vanish

Of course when he found out what happened he is angry and upset, but more than anything, dissapointed

He look at them coldly and told them that he will not talk to them until they got any news about Cale

Roksu not gonna be this upset if it's the original Cale he know because then they can talk and they understand

But no, it's not him but a soul who know nothing, who doesn't remember anything

A gentle soul who is similar to original Cale, willingly sacrifice himself for his family in every universe, who is lonely and only want to be loved and happy in life, who yearns for those love just to realized that there never one for him who is him and not someone else to begin with

Guilt eaten everyone alive, especially the Henituse

Will they meet? Yes, yes, they will

But they meet through Barrow

Roksu who accidently saw Barrow who coincidently also looking at his direction froze along

They just look at each other silently, assessing whether they are a threat for themselves or not

[Barrow doesn't know that Roksu is the 'Cale' he knew what with his original appearance, he stare because Roksu looking at him as if he know him and a hatred so deep for a mere stranger]

But it broke when Cale appear beside Barrow, tugging his arm

And Roksu never think the soft look on Barrow's face is possible

Of course Barrow will not let Cale look at Roksu because he has a feeling something unpleasant might happens

And of course Roksu want to snatch Cale away because Barrow is dangerous, but seeing the happy smile and free laugh of Cale, he decided to observes first

And that's how he know that Cale is truly happy and he doesn't want to take it away from him

He inform the others about Cale whereabout and explicitly tell them to not do anything because he can see that Cale is happy

The Henituse of course refuse it but Roksu slap them with harsh reality that they already fucked up not just once and not only in this life, the least they can do is letting Cale has his happiness

[I know that I make Roksu colder here but he just so upset for him who he considers his brother, who is hurt again and again by his supposed family. He is not that harsh in his words but it still cut deeper for everyone]

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Different scenario

Previously, rather than switching body, Rok Soo was reincarnated as Roksu Henituse, Cale Henituse's older brother (no, there is no regressor Cale)

It's brocon Roksu, ChoiRok, and AlCale

In the modern reincarnation, Roksu reborn as Roksu again but there is no Cale

Cale never born as his brother

The one who remember are Roksu, Choi Han, Alver, Rosalyne, Soo Hyuk, Jung Soo, Ron, Vicross, Barrow, Eruhaben, Tasha, Whitira, and Paseton

Barrow is Roksu's cousin from his birth mother side

They never get along, with their memories still the same

The twist, Cale reborn as Barrow's little brother by 10 years

Cale born mute

At first, Barrow want nothing from his little brother especially considering their past

He know that this Cale doesn't remember anything but he is still bitter

But!!

He started to see how sweet, how adorable, of a cutie Cale is

Always smile and try to get close to him even though he is anything but kind to him, even though their parents act as if he never exist and only have Barrow as their kid

No one beside those who life and work in his house know about Cale existence, so yes, Roksu doesn't know about Cale, Barrow's brother, existence

As time goes by, Barrow's heart trembles and finally it melted

He who never considered Cale as anything but nuisance became quite protective toward his baby brother

He is rough but there is no doubt in the beginning of (brotherly) loves that started to bloom in his heart for Cale

Eventually he grown as a brocon who overprotective and always spoils his baby brother rotten lol

He has a mind to rubbed it in front of Roksu's annoying face but rethink it when a thought that he may need to share Cale, or worse having Roksu snatch him away, fill his heart with contempt

Did they meet? Absolutely

How?

Roksu seeing Cale from afar frozen and look at him with wide eyes

Cale look up at him and perk up, Roksu think that Cale remember

Cale run toward him, he half way lift up his hands with a small smile just to get frozen when Cale run past him

He slowly turn around and found Cale hugging Barrow, who ruffling his hair with a freaking smile, waist before got pick up and being carried by Barrow

Cale face redden and signs something but he still hug Barrow's neck and rubbing his check on Barrow's hair affectionistly

Sensing Roksu, Barrow look at him and send a smug look

Cale is shy so he only gave Roksu a little wave and hesistant smile when Barrow told him that he is their cousin before he hide his face on his brother hair

Since then, Roksu keep bugging Barrow to let him meet Cale

He act friendly and sweet because apparently he need Barrow's 'okay' if he want Cale to get close to him

Because Cale is a good boy and a good brother who listen to his Barrow hyung

Even though he has a feeling that Roksu is a good person, his hyung told him to not get close with him and his hyung always taking care of him and only want what is best for him so he must have a reason for telling Cale that

#og!cale henituse #cale henituse #trash of the counts family #kim rok soo #white star #cale barrow #reincarnation #what is this?#is it the beginning of my barrow and og!cale phase?#after rokcale?#really me #well as long as it has my beloved red haired men

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a-legacy-not-to-be-forgotten · 2 months

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Undertale Yellow AU idea: SequenceShift

Since my boyfriend @cent-the-proto and I still have severe Undertale Yellow brainrot, we decided to make an AU together. The main concept is UTY characters taking the places of OG Undertale ones, and mashing plot beats from both stories together with some new locations (which are a hybrid of Japanese and Western inspiration).

While this is a 'shift' AU, I'm keeping the personalities of the characters intact rather than swapping both character placements AND personalities. It's what I found frustrating about most Shift AUs: changing the personalities just defeats the point of the AU in the first place imo. I'll be honest, I haven't looked into many other AUs, so if our concept is too similar to someone else's, please let me know. Also, we only figured out the characters and setting, so any suggestions are welcome! (comments or ask box) . Also, should go without warning, this has spoilers for both Undertale and Undertale Yellow, so read at your own risk. Again, not an artist, so I don't have any drawings yet.

Also, quick shoutout to @s0ckh3adstudios and their Undertale Gold AU for inspiring me to make my own.

With that out of the way, let's get into the core characters of SequenceShift! (title is a placeholder, unless I can't think of anything else)

Clover, The Fallen Human

Gunhat Clover is largely unchanged from their cannon standpoint. Cowboy-themed human, fall down to the Underground intentionally to search for the six fallen humans (yes, six, they're taking Frisk's place), embodiment of justice and all that. Not much else to say, so let's move onto the big changes.

Kanako Ketsukane, The Crown Princess

Kanako takes the place of Asriel/Flowey. Daughter of Empress Ceroba and Prince-Consort Chujin, before having passed away years ago in what has only been publicly stated as 'natural causes'. She's also reincarnated as Flowey (who might or might not get a name change), but she takes the form of a Japanese Water Iris this time around. She also acts as the SAVE function like Flowey in OG UTY, keeps up the friendly facade all the way through, and insists on calling Clover Gunhat despite knowing their actual name.

Ceroba Ketsukane, Empress of the Underground

Ceroba is the Asgore of the AU (originally it was going to be Toriel, but I thought it'd be more interesting). She is the Empress of the Underground, generally seen as a level-headed, yet passionate monarch. However, following her daughter's demise, she has grown a bit of a more bitter streak, and like Asgore is focusing on collecting the souls of fallen humans. Unlike Asgore, she doesn't hold malice for mankind as a whole nor is she interested on waging war on the surface. Instead, she merely collects the souls of humans in the hopes of resurrecting Kanako. Also, both she and Chujin are boss monsters in this AU.

Chujin Ketsukane, the Prince-in-Exile

Chujin takes the place of both Toriel (with a bit of Gaster) in SequenceShift. Originally, he was the Royal Scientist, who's kind nature and ingenuity caught the attention of then-Princess Ceroba, who he eventually married. They lived happily at first, but things took a turn for the worst after Kanako's death. Ceroba's obsessiveness with collecting human souls displeased him and he refused to take part in the experiments. He's since gone into self-exile within the Remnants (aka the Ruins but with a more Japanese architectural influence) and has settled within Ceroba's childhood home. Here, he keeps a watchful eye for any humans who fall to the Underground, hoping to keep them away from the Empress's grasp.

Dalv, the Introvert

Dalv takes the place of Nabstablook. As much of a socially awkward looser (affectionate) as ever, and corn obsessed. Like the OG, he was friends with Kanako before her death, tho I'm not sure if I'm keeping him being a victim of Integrity's bs. Unlike the OG, he's not restricted entirely to the Remnants and actually has a place within the Dunes. He also has a bit of a secret crush on the leader of the Royal Ranger Starlo, just to satisfy you Corn Yaoi lovers.

Moray and Mooch, Ranger Sentries

Moray and Mooch take the place of Sans and Papyrus, respectively. They act as sentries of the Royal Rangers (the Feisty Five taking the place of the Royal Guard), who are responsible for apprehending humans and bringing them to Ceroba. Mooch is as mischievous as ever, still trying to get her hands on every shiny object she sees, much to her partner's dismay. Nevertheless, they remain vigilant at watching over any humans that emerge from the Remnants. In this AU, they're responsible for surveying the region of Lakeside, which is modeled off of the rural Japanese countryside, and takes Snowdin's place.

North Star/Starlo, Sheriff of the Royal Rangers

Starlo is obviously the Undyne of the AU, being the leader of the Royal Rangers. A lot of his backstory is the same, him crushing on Ceroba and sadly not getting her, but still remaining good friends, even after she was made Empress. He and the Feisty Five started in the Sand Dunes (aka just the Dunes from UTY with a bit of Waterfall inspiration) similar to how they were in the original, before Ceroba elevated them to being her personal enforcers. He's still pretty self-centered and idealizes Western culture (hence why he still refers to himself as Sheriff), but he does have a more serious and dedicated side to him. He knows what he's doing is wrong and while he hides it, he's fairly reluctant to bring more humans to Ceroba. Nevertheless, he still carries out his orders in the hopes of making his childhood friend happy. One fun fact, we had the idea for his pacifist encounter taking you to Frostpeak (a MT. Fuji inspired area taking the place of Hotland), where the chase there leads to him freezing, kinda like how Undyne overheats. Bro is not built for the cold.

Martlet, the Royal Scientist

Martlet, surprisingly enough, takes the place of Alphys. Like in UTY, she started as the protégé of Chujin, helping him out with the Steamworks and in building Axis. However, after Chujin fled, Ceroba made her the next Royal Scientist. She works at the Steamworks, which take the place of the Core and instead located in Frostpeak, where it harvests Geothermal energy to power the Underground. While Martlet actually is pretty competent at her job, she's as scatterbrained as ever, leading to a few hiccups in her work and leading some to wonder why she's the head scientist. This is actually due to the fact that she has been tasked by Ceroba to continue Chujin's work on humans. She's complied so far, for now, but she might reach a breaking point soon enough...

And that's the main cast so far! Axis and Dalv still being worked around with and I gotta think up ideas for the side characters along with whatever the OG cast of Undertale is up to, but we got a good thing going on. Again, my comments and ask box are always open, so if you're wanna know more or have a suggestion to bring forth, we'd love to hear. And if my AU is too similar to a concept that's already been done, you're more than welcome to yell at me.

#undertale yellow #undertale au #undertale yellow au #undertale sequenceshift au #uty clover #uty kanako #uty ceroba #uty chujin #uty dalv #uty moray #uty mooch #uty starlo #uty martlet #does this need a corn yaoi tag?#ah well #yes i know the name is a bit of a mouthful #bear with me here

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sunofpandora · 5 months

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This a concept im exploring for a new Neteyam x reader series I’m working on called ‘Virago.’

A story about a warrior!reader X neteyam who’s been raised with a ‘I don’t need anyone but myself’ mindset.

The story follows the path of Neteyam and the reader finding sanctuary within eachother and the reader trusting neteyam to protect her even from battles that aren’t his to fight.

I love the idea of projecting some of Jake and Neytiri’s live story elements into Neteyam x Reader works.

As I’m writing this, something came to me that I think should be shared 🤷🏽‍♀️

Before anyone comes for me, I just wanna say I love Jeytiri with a passion.

Don’t get me wrong. Jake and neytiri raised this fandom. The og’s fr. I’m telling my kids and my grandkids about them. They are my favorite love story.

A man who leaves his entire planet for the woman he loves?

Ugh. We all need a Jake.

…BUT

What if In the next avatar movie Neytiri can’t find herself to forgive Jake?

Not to the point where it forms a void between them to a point of resentment, but in a general sense of starting to loose some trust in him?

The RDA returning is in no way, shape or form Jake’s fault, and neither is Neteyam’s death.

But Neytiri entrusted Jake and held him to his promises when he vowed to protect their children, and a good 70% of that movie were the kids being kidnapped, bullied, kidnapped, threatened, tied up, abducted, and just generally traumatized because of someone from Jake’s past life.

Jake sully is a character who is haunted by his own shadow.

According to the visual dictionary,

“Jake is tempered by his concerns for his family and the guilt he feels for the lives he lost all those years ago.”

Truly a tragic character in his own rite.

He can never seem to escape this shadow of who he used to be.

Quite literally being hunted down by a former enemy.

But let’s discuss Neytiri for a moment.

A woman of the forest, fierce and beautiful. Loyal to her people and her culture.

She will never truly understand every aspect of the repercussions of Jake’s actions.

Why? Because Jake has embraced the motto of ‘the family protector’

Which is a positive feat, of course.

And that he does. Jake proves himself to be a good father and protective of his children 100%.

But Neytiri looks at this side of Jake’s past life through a window.

Not a mirror.

A window of

‘Oh. The sky people are gone. My family is safe’.

And then colonel Scarface 2.0 comes back to fuck her shit up.

Jake is a good father. May that fact not be lost on us as audience.

I wish sometimes we could see into the tortured mind of Neytiri.

But we can’t. So let’s review some facts.

Where does Jake come from? Earth.

Who did he work for? The RDA.

What does the RDA do? Mine resources and fuck shit up.

Neytiri’s father, sister, ikran, son, a good portion of the fellow na’vi who were apart of the omaticaya in the first movie? Dead.

What do these things have in common?

All their lives were taken by the RDA and the humans.

I’m not usually one to quote myself, but for those of you who have read my fic ‘diaphanous’

“Trust is a fragile thing. And most protect fragile things.”

“It's a cruel joke, really. Disguising something as binding as affection, to cradle someone's heart within the palms of your hands, to build it a home out of glass and shatter it.”

Neytiri trusted Jake.

Jake says to her,

“Look I've got nothing. I got no plan. But I can protect this family, that I can do. But I know one thing. Wherever we go, this family is our fortress.”

He can protect his family….that he can do…

#avatar the way of water #jake avatar #neteyam #neteyam x reader #kiri sully #avatar fanfiction #lo’ak x reader #neytiri #neteyam x you #neteyam sully

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slasher-dasher · 6 months

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Since Halloween is coming this idea popped into my mind

How would the slashers react to their S/O stealing their clothes and wearing them and the slasher catches them looking in the mirror impersonating them-

Slashers Reacting to S/O Impersonating Them

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Danny Johnson:

Danny could have sworn he left his hunting gear under the bed, and he could have sworn that you said you were going to take a shower. Surely these two things weren't related

"Hey babe, do you know where-" Oh. So that's where they went

He immediately sneaks off to grab Philly and starts taking pictures (flash off so he doesn't get caught ofc)

Danny tries his best to stifle his giggles when you start impersonating him, especially because his coat doesn't quite fit you so the sleeves and straps keep flailing around

He tiptoes behind you to snap a quick picture of the two of you in the mirror before he hugs you

"I should let you wear this more often~" "Only when it's clean~"

As much as he loves seeing you in his gear, he really enjoys taking it off of you

OG!Michael Myers:

It's very hard to get his clothes because he's always... wearing them... but you were able to get him some t-shirts to sleep in!

Lucky for you, this was one of the rare nights where he was actually sleeping, out of his overalls, AND had his mask off

You slip out of bed and get them on as quietly as you can, proudly checking yourself out in the mirror (making a mental note to clean his mask if he'll let you)

He doesn't really do much other than stand and stab, and his clothes are so baggy on you that they make more noise than you'd- uh oh.

Michael sits straight up in the bed, staring right at you in the mirror. His head tilts, eyebrows furrowed while he looks at you before signing.

"Beautiful."

You're thankful the mask hides the blush creeping onto your face before climbing back into the bed, mask back over Michael's face while his arms (and clothes) wrapped around you

RZ!Michael Myers:

He was stomping around your shared space, angry grunts present while he turned the place over looking for his orange mask

In a way, it was sentimental. It was one of the few things he considered a comfort object, and now it was gone

Michael made his way up to your shared bedroom to hide away and sulk before his eyes landed on you, a familiar color gracing your face along with a few spare clothes he had absentmindedly tossed onto the floor.

He paused. You took his mask. The mask he wears more often than not. And for some reason he wasn't upset anymore. You spin around once you feel his eyes on burning a hole into your back, freezing out of instinct

"What'd'ya think?" You're lifted up within seconds, strong arms holding you where he could really examine every detail of his clothes on you

They complimented you just as well as they fit him, even and while he wasn't good at expressing himself with words, he was amazing with actions~

Vincent Sinclair:

The perks of having a partner that preferred to cover his skin to avoid any wax accidents (waxidents as you called them) was that you got to wear his clothes while he was working.

Vincent's big sweater, Vincent's big jacket, it looked surprisingly good on you, and was the epitome of comfort.

So much so that you barely noticed when said partner placed his hand on your shoulder, jolting you from your position on the bed. He pointed to his clothes on you, tilting his head

"Sorry Vinny, they're just really comfy!" Well he couldn't really argue with that-

Vincent took your hand like you would break in his hold, pulling you down to his workshop while bringing out a spare canvas, painting over the sketch he had given up on. He has the perfect reference now

Expect to pose for a while, if he needs you in a different one he'll position you himself, making sure to pepper kisses on you to show his appreciation. He's going to make as much art as possible to preserve this moment.

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differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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i just found you in the olba tag and i spent the whole night reading All of your stuff and it’s so good! i’m in the mood for some good sad stuff/angst, so i was wondering if you would be up for writing a similar piece you did with cove (where female mc dies because of birth complications but the baby is fine) but for baxter and/or derek? just to round out the roster? i was thinking it would be in a headcanon format over a full piece like the og, just to make it easier for you! ^^

Here you go! You can ask for a Derek one later if you'd like, but here's a full one for Baxter :)

Baxter had never expected to have a family. Even when he was a child, he didn't feel like his parents, always cold and distant and judgmental, fit the definition of what the word was supposed to mean.

He'd be alone, with an occasional night shared with a stranger to keep the loneliness at bay. That's what he'd resigned himself to having.

But then you rocked his world when he spent a summer in a quiet little tourist town in California. You burst into his life, made him feel seen and appreciated. And five years later, even after he'd pushed you away, certain he didn't deserve you, there you came again. Still ready, despite all his flaws, to love him.

Despite his better judgment, he let you.

Days turned into months, months turned into years, and you were still there. When he worked up the nerve to propose, wanting more than anything to make what he had with you forever, you said yes. And when you came to him months later, telling him that you were going to have a baby, he'd wept with joy.

Now, he was curled up in a chair in the baby's nursery, weeping for a much different reason.

He should have known, he thought to himself as he watched your son sleep in his bassinet, letting his tears flow freely. He should have known that the universe wouldn't let him maintain such a high level of contentment for long.

When you had gone into labor, everything was fine. There were some complications, but the doctors had it under control. Until they didn't.

There were a few hours of happiness like Baxter had never known. He laid with you in the hospital bed as you held the baby, you'd talked about everything you would do together, the three of you.

And then you were gone.

The following hours were a blur. Doctors and nurses flooded into the room, he'd snatched up the baby and retreated to a corner, so foolishly certain that it would just take a few moments for them to take care of you and bring you back to him. But they never did.

Instead, they took you away, and he was left alone with this brand new life and no idea what to do with it.

He'd been offered help, of course -- your moms made it known that they were there for him anything he needed them, as did Cliff. Derek, Terry and Miranda had all offered their services as well, whatever he needed, with promises that Cove would want to be involved too, as soon as he was able. It seemed like the grief was destroying him almost as thoroughly as it was destroying Baxter.

But it was difficult, in the depths of his sadness, to turn to other people. He'd been working on it, so hard, with you there, trying to let down his walls and let others in, but now that he was alone again -- besides the child he had to raise -- he'd felt those walls spring back up.

While he was lost in thought, the baby started stirring, then crying. Baxter untangled himself and stood, making his way to the bassinet.

"There there, little one," he said quietly. "Daddy's got you."

He went through the routine -- his diaper was dirty, so he changed it, but he was still crying, so he scooped him up and made his way to the kitchen.

As he was making a bottle, he heard a knock on the door.

He quickly finished his task -- he was a pro at that point -- then went to see who was there, holding the bottle up with his chin as he pulled open the door.

There was Terry, Miranda, Derek and Cove. They weren't quite smiling, but there were some attempts. In there arms were dishes, diapers, and other items tucked away in shopping bags. Baxter looked at them in confusion.

"We're here to help, B-Man," Terry said, giving him a soft punch on the arm.

They moved past him into the house. He still hadn't said anything. He was too surprised. As much as they'd involved him when he and you had gotten serious, they were still your friends. But you were gone, and here they were.

Derek started cleaning up in the kitchen, and Miranda went to do the dishes. Terry started putting away the food they'd brought, but Cove approached Baxter, looking down at the baby.

"I can hold him," he offered. "If you want."

Baxter carefully transferred your son to Cove's arms, and he went to go sit in the living room, continuing his feeding.

Now without anything to do, Baxter joined the others in the kitchen.

"What is this?" he finally asked, watching them all cleaning and straightening up the room.

"I told you," Terry said. "We're here to help."

"Why don't you go take a nap or something?" Derek suggested. "You've got to be exhausted."

He nodded, not quite sure what to say.

"Seriously, we've got this," Miranda said, looking over her shoulder from the sink. "Go."

And so Baxter left them to it, moving to the bedroom he used to share with you. He didn't bother changing into pajamas, instead opting to move to the closet, take out one of your old sweaters and curl up with that instead.

Despite everything, the cruel twist of fate that brought you back only to take you away for good, he'd still managed the impossible. He'd still made a family. And the comfort that thought brought him was enough to lull him to sleep, even if only for a little while.

#our life beginnings and always #our life #baxter ward #our life baxter #olba baxter #baxter x you #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x mc

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I love your writing so much <3 could you please write about og Michael, Bubba and Jason getting cleaned, dressed nicely and generally pampered by their s/o before bed?

Awww thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoy it! I love this prompt, these boys deserve all the pampering and love!

Wrote this on mobile so I apologize if it looks strange. Also I’m so sorry for taking so long to write this, I’ve had huge writers block and my mental health really hit me with a hammer I swear-

Slashers with a s/o that pampers and loves them before bed

Gender neutral reader - they/them and you is used

Slashers featured - og Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, and Jason Vorhees

Michael Myers

It had been a long day for Michael. It was Halloween after all, the one day every year he went out and did… Well you already know all about that.

So when your partner came back home, clothes bloodied and clearly looking exhausted, you knew you had to help. Without saying anything you went to the bathroom and began a hot shower for him. You knew he much preferred showers over baths. But to make it a little extra special you got him a new smelling shampoo, rather than the plain non scented one he had been using. Nothing strong to overwhelm him. But something a little nicer than smelling just like… Well nothing.

“Shower is all ready for you, Michael. Go ahead and leave your clothes outside the door and I’ll get them all washed for you.” You smiled at him. He said nothing, but ruffled your hair as he walked past you, a silent way of saying thanks. After you heard the door shut you gathered up his clothes, spraying them down with all the cleaning products you have (plus a little extra) and tossed them in the wash by themselves. You made the mistake of washing them with your clothes one time. Never again…

While waiting for Michael to get done with his shower you made the bed, smoothing out the blankets. Michael came out of the bathroom soon after you were done, a towel wrapped around his waist and wet hair that you couldn’t help but laugh at. He tilted your head at you and you shook yours back at him. “Nothin, Mikey, don’t worry about it.” You assured. “I think we should head to bed, it’s late and you’ve had a long day.”

He seemed to like that idea, slipping on a pair of boxers and some pumpkin pajama pants that you seemed to think he absolutely needed. He’d never admit it to you, but they were his favorite thing to wear to bed. The two of you got settled in bed, you quickly finding place in Michaels arms as you gently rubbed his back to help his sore muscles. He had to admit, he did feel a lot better now that he was home with you… Oh and I suppose the shower and nice bed helped too, but mostly you. So he expressed his gratitude by gently kissing the top of your head, making you hum in response.

Bubba Sawyer

“Bubba?” You called out for your partner, but got no response back. You quickly made your way around the house in search for him, but when you found him hunched over the couch crying, your heart sank. Quickly you crouched in front of him, lifting his face in your hands to have him look at you. His mask felt rough on your skin, but you never minded it.

“Bubs what’s wrong?” You asked but only got a string of mumbled whimpers and blubbers as you softly brushed his hair with your fingers. He motioned his hand around his face, making you frown as you could guess what was wrong. Some visitors has stumbled onto the property earlier today, and Bubba went and took care of it. And knowing how rude the people that come across any of the Sawyers, but especially Bubba, they definitely made your man feel bad about the way he looks. And that made your blood boil. But they were gone now, so it wasn’t like you could go do anything to them. What you could do was take care of your partner and try and cheer him up.

“Hey hon, how would you feel about a nice warm bath?” You offered him with a soft smile. “Sometimes when I’m upset they help me. And then after that we can go take a nice nap?” You wiped the tears from his cheeks as he nodded into your hands, and lead him towards the bathroom. You made sure the water wasn’t too hot or cold and then turned to Bubba with a gentle look. “Want me to wash your hair for you?” He froze with a beet red face, almost unsure if he should let you. Laughing you kissed the side of his head. “Don’t worry I won’t be lookin atcha like that.” As much as you’d love to fully appreciate your partners body, you knew right now wasn’t the time for that.

Slowly Bubba nodded his head and stripped his clothes once you looked away, slowly dipping himself in the water and giving a small grunt to let you know you could turn around. All you could see was his bare back and messy hair. You made sure to get his hair nice and wet and then began massaging the shampoo into his hair, nails softly scratching his scalp and making him lean his head back against your hand. You made small talk with him to distract him from what upset him. Telling him about your day, what plans you had for the weekend, and other random things. Finally you rinsed the soap out of his hair and turned back around, hand gripping the door.

“I’m gonna go get our bed ready, take your time in here.” You said before leaving the bathroom. The bed was already made but you decided to dig out a new pair of pajamas that you were gonna give to Bubba for his birthday, but perhaps today is a better day to give it to him. Bubba came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him and hair damp. He went over to the dresser to get some clothes, but stopped when he noticed the pajamas you had placed on the bed. A nice dark blue tank top so he won’t get too hot in the Texas heat, and some shorts that had chickens scattered across them.

Bubba wasted no time getting into the new pajamas and practically tackling you to the bed as he happily squealed and peppered your cheeks with kisses. He seemed to be in a much better mood!

Jason Vorhees

Finally for once in what feels like forever, you and Jason had a day to spend together with no interruptions. Aka, no one crossing in the camp. Which shouldn’t be as common as it is. It isn’t even summer yet!

As the two of you snuggled on the couch watching your movie roll it’s credits, Jason noticed how dark it had gotten outside and tapped your shoulder.

‘It’s late,’ he signed. ‘We should get settled down.’ A yawn escaping your lips let him know that you agreed.

Jason went into your shared bedroom to go make the bed, meanwhile you decided the run him a warm bath. Jason noticed you hadn’t followed him and found you in the bathroom running the water.

“Thought a warm bath would be nice for you.” You smiled up at him. ‘If I smell you could have just said-‘ he began signing which made you laugh.

“No no you don’t smell!” You said between laughs, turning off the faucet. “It’s just a good way for you to relax your muscles. Besides after all the work you do around here to make sure we’re safe it’s the least I can do,” You gentle massaged his shoulders before then exiting the bathroom and shutting the door behind you. “Just don’t get so relaxed you fall asleep in there!” You jokingly shouted from behind the closed door

You decided to get Jason’s pajamas laid out on the bed for him and went to the bookshelf and grabbed the book you two had been reading together.

Jason didn’t take long in the bath, and when he came out and saw you laying underneath the covers with the book in hand his eyes lit up. You could just tell he was smiling underneath his mask. Quickly he slipped into the pajamas you had laid out for him and slipped under the covers, snuggling up close to you.

“Gotta take your mask off, Jason.” You softly spoke as you gently took it off his face and set it down on the nightstand besides him. “It’s not good for you to sleep in.” Pressing a soft kiss against his nose, making his chest shake in a small giggle fit as he smiled down at you. The two of you stayed snuggled up, as you read only a short chapter before noticing Jason had fallen asleep. It was slightly difficult to get the lamp turned off with Jason’s arms wrapped around your waist, but you managed.

#slasher x reader #halloween #og michael myers #og michael x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees #friday the 13th x reader #friday the 13th #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #texaschainsawxreader #texas chainsaw massacre #cannibals writing requests #request #horror movie x reader #horror movies #horror movie

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