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somethingpersonarelated · 10 months

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On how Futaba views Akechi

A piece of fanon I've noticed that comes up a lot is how supportive Futaba is of anything that involves Akechi. I don't want to go "Oh she just hates him and any interpretation otherwise is WRONG!!>!" or like she'd totally be cool if he randomly waltzed back into their lives.

It's not something that particularly annoys me or anything. It's just something I've noticed and wanted to comment on because I feel like Futaba's character gets overly simplified. I think it's an interesting dynamic that should be explored more! NOTE THIS IS LONG SORRY LMFAO. Also, I should clarify this isn't a ship post. (don't make this weird)

At the beginning:

We all know the infamous "wait why are you telling me about your trauma, this is a wendy's" scene but it gives us our first insight into her perspective.

When he talks about his mother, it's a fairly similar scenario to Futaba's own. So much so that she has her own cut-in looking sad/sympathetic towards him.

But she's still defensive when he asks about the Phantom Thieves' and their popularity by deflecting sarcastically with,

"...You're popular too, Ace Detective Akechi."

They definitely don't start off on the right foot, much like his relationship with pretty much all the Phantom Thieves, for obvious reasons. Although at this point they don't fully know the extent of his suspicious behavior, just that he is generally sus.

During the Casino + Shido Arcs:

Futaba cannot stand Akechi at this point, but as a part of the plan, she has to act naive even though arguably she probably knows the most about all the mechanics of the plan. She does get to mess with him though (making the newbie do stuff, the whole cognitive akechi part of the plan, bugging his phone). Her perspective is probably still similar to the others and it shows how much she was able to improve by being able to face him without cracking at all.

Shido's Arc and Third Semester is when it actually gets interesting though:

Futaba: You know... sometimes I think about that fake Medjed that you guys made up... Futaba: That was the worst trap... but if not for that, I don't think I'd be here right now. Futaba: Uhhh, basically... it doesn't matter where you start over!

This one gets me, I think this line is where her perspective begins to shuffle a bit (and it will be important later). She's trying her best to sympathize with him, as this is before the black mask part of the breakdown, and get him to see that there was some amount of good that came from his actions. It doesn't work, and I kind of think she doesn't really believe it, but they are all trying anything to get him to come to his senses. But I do think she means the part about him starting over, in a "I did it, so could you" kind of way.

And of course this engine room dialogue which is peak (even if it may be an incorrect description of his abilities):

Futaba: But you trusted no one, so you only got two Personas: one for your lies, and one for your hate. Futaba: Still, you thought that was enough, right? That part I totally get.

Okay the first part of the dialogue may not be accurate to how his Personas work but I don't want to talk about that (there's some good posts on that though). But the point isn't being accurate, she's throwing back what he's done in attempt to get through to him. Like this is where you went wrong and here's why I can relate to that. The second line confuses me and I had to sit on it.

One point she makes is that he's operating on his own without teammates (the translation is a bit different), "playing in single player mode." I think this refers to how she thought she could manage her situation on her own, but wasn't able to. Additional note, it could also be referring to the way she attempted to push people out of her life (like how she tries to stop the PTs when they say they need to meet her to change her heart). That she needed the help of the Phantom Thieves (I think, even beyond the change of heart) and those bonds proved her wrong. So even though she initially thought no one needed her and that her life was meaningless, she did something Akechi couldn't conceive of doing, reaching out for help. This is her way of extending a branch even though there's no reason for her to.

Third Semester

Source:

An additional line I can't screenshot:

"So please let me get back to navigating! I wanna navigate so hard that I won't be able to think about anything else."

When this happens, I think it's pretty clear that there's a strong inner conflict for her when it comes to forgiving Akechi. Even though they reasoned it out by saying they needed him on the team due to Maruki's abilities, she's still trying to look for a better reason to work with him. And she just can't find one. I wouldn't say it's necessarily out of pity, but it shows that she does on some level still feel bad for him. I guess the word I'm looking for is compassion? A thought that comes into my head is that she does want him to start over, just not with the team. If it was only Shido, then it would have been justified, but the circumstances are different here. Knowing that he might be alive changes the way all the thieves interact with him (they aren't trying to get through to him anymore, and some dialogues are just awkward- you can tell no one knows what to say to him now that he's acting 'normal').

A counterpoint to this dialogue would be her dialogue in the engine room and Mementos. She's pretty open to talking to him in these dialogues. In Akechi's section there are some really interesting interactions imo:

Akechi: You may not like working with me, but I'm counting on your assistance until our goal is achieved. Futaba: You better appreciate just how open-minded I am.

The fact they don't play together in Tycoon but they still get Mementos dialogues confuses me a bit but eh. Without Haru and Futaba's approval it's pretty clear the others wouldn't be on board with Akechi on the team. The delivery kind of makes it sound like she's forcing herself to be open minded about it, and that's what the safe room dialogue implies too. She doesn't want to be around him.

Akechi: Do you prefer my previous outfit or this one? Moving around's become much easier for me. Futaba: They both work fine. Just wear whatever you want.

Akechi: You think I'm frightening when I fight? Well, I'm afraid you're just going to have to accept it. Futaba: I was pretty shocked at first, but now I'm used to it.

I think these are pretty clear. She hasn't forgiven him, hell she probably doesn't like him, but she's come to accept him for who he is. But she isn't scared anymore, nor is she trying to reason with him, he just exists.

Conclusion/TLDR: She goes from actively disliking him at the beginning of the story to still disliking him but it's complicated™. She understands what he went through to get to that point, and wanted him (like the others) to face Shido with them. But when it comes to third semester, the circumstances are far different, complicating it further. She doesn't need to forgive him at all, she knows that, but after everything that happened wants to find a reason to forgive him. But she can't. At the very least, she's begrudgingly accepting of his existence, and can deal with it only for the sake of the team. She doesn't hate him, at all, actually, but to say she's okay with him is also a stretch.

edit: some edits for clarity/demonstration.

#this is basically a ramble on why I think the half-sibling theory is interesting and complicates their dynamic #spreading futaba propaganda just as god intended #i wonder why ik so much about this #looks at the 60k longfic i have saved #text #long post #futaba sakura #goro akechi #p5 spoilers #p5 meta #spoilers #give futaba credit for being interesting!#thinking emoji

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kikiwritesfanfic · 8 months

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Routine Maintenance Checkup Days

Sun and Moon x Reader OneShot (AO3 Link)

Warnings: Uhhh I can't think of any. This one-shot is like complete and total fluff.

Info: Sun and Moon are brothers, reader is their handler, reader is gender neutral (if I messed up any pronouns or anything please let me know!), Sun has anxiety

A/N: This is completely self indulgent! I woke up wanting soft, intimate cuddles and couldn't have any, so why not write about it to help relieve the pain?

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There was something about the routine maintenance checkup days.

You first noticed it when you had come to work after a particularly hard night of sleep, exhausted and tempted to call in. The relief you felt when you approached the sign blocking the daycare's entrance was unbridled and shifted your mood tenfold.

You walked around the long way to the employee entrance, taking your time upon the realization that there would be no rambunctious children terrorizing you until you wanted to pull your hair out. The eclectic sounds of video games, repetitive music, and children laughing floated by you with an air of nostalgia - pulling at your mind to drag you back to the distant memories of running around with your childhood friends and scarfing down more pizza than your tiny little body could handle.

You drifted into the daycare and over to the security desk leisurely, clocking in when you heard your nickname being called softly.

"Sunbite, you're back."

You looked up into the soft blue eyes of Sun, standing abnormally far from the security desk and apprehensively wringing his hands together. You walked around the desk to greet him properly, knowing the cause of his anxiety without him needing to say it.

"Good morning, Sunny." You forced your hands between his to stop his nervous fidgeting and smiled up at him. "Is Moony up in your room?" The solar animatronic nodded before allowing you to tug him along up to their "bedroom."

Once inside, you heard shuffling through the little tunnel in the wall that led to the brothers' charging den. "Sun, if you're here to try to convince me to tell our Starlight to skip this checkup again, I already told you-"

Red irises peaked out from the darkness of the hole, shrinking down once they spotted you standing there, holding Sun's hand. "Good morning, Moon," you greeted. Moon immediately rushed out of the hole and sauntered up to you, grabbing your other hand and whisking you away from Sun. You let out a surprised yelp as he engulfed you in a hug and nuzzled his faceplate into the crook of your neck.

"Moon," you said between giggles, "That was rude- ah!" Moon spun you around so that your back was to Sun, and you felt him lift his head.

"I'm sorry, Starlight," he mused. "But I just couldn't wait to touch you~" The mocking tone of his voice told you that he was directing his comment towards Sun, trying to get a jealous rise out of his brother as usual.

It always fascinated you that despite being created from the same string of coding, the two jester animatronics had entirely different personalities. While Sun dealt with his anxieties by outwardly expressing the need for affection, Moon always attempted to hide his true feelings by poking fun at his brother or making light of the situation. But you always knew better - the both of them equally hated parts and service, due to unspoken traumas they had from their previous handler.

You pulled away from the hug and gave Moon a playfully warning glare. He snickered as you then grabbed his hand and tugged him back towards the entrance of their room, where Sun still stood, bad mood casting an eerie shadow in his permanent smile that you've come to recognize. He gripped your hand a little tighter than before, knowing where you were headed.

The walk down to parts and service was a quiet one besides the quiet shuffling of your footsteps, both of the brothers lost in their own thoughts just as much as you were. You took note of the difference in the way their hands felt in yours. Despite being built from the exact same model, Moon's grip was soft and felt as though he was always acutely aware of how much pressure he applied to your hand at any given point in time. Sun, alternatively, never seemed fully in tune with the force in which he would grab you with, even now as he slowly continued to squeeze your hand more with every step closer you got to his least favorite place in the plex. You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand - the silent signal the two of you had agreed upon to let him know he was starting to hurt you. Almost instantaneously, his grip loosened, and three of you entered P&S through the automatic door.

The brothers both released your hands as you approached the computer hooked up to the system of the protective cylinder. You counted the seconds before Sunny would ask not to go first, as he usually did. Just as you expected, he tapped your shoulder as you opened the program for their checkup.

"S-Sunbite," he stuttered, glancing nervously between you and the seat he so much loathed. "Is it alright if M-Moony goes first today? I'm really not feeling all that up to take the lead..." Moon answered for you by stepping into the chamber silently, rolling his eyes as he sat down.

"Scaredy-cat," he mumbled in an attempt to hide the way his fingers nervously fiddled with the bottom of the seat. You smiled as Sun immediately piped up to defend himself, before placing a gentle touch to his arm to calm him down.

"Wait out here while I get him cleaned?" you asked, and Sun's previous outburst of energy was quickly replaced with his uneasiness again. He nodded and took his usual place in front of the window while you walked over to the rolling cart of cleaning supplies. You stuffed your arms full of spray bottles and rags before shuffling into the protective cylinder and tapping a few things on the interface inside of it. "Ready?" you asked Moon, and he smirked up at you.

"I'm always ready when it comes to you, Starlight," he teased. You rolled your eyes before executing the command to shut him down, grimacing as he shuddered for a moment and fell back the remaining way onto the seat. You hated watching that happen, but not as much as his brother, who stood just beyond the window nervously tapping his fingers to the glass. You pressed a few more buttons on the interface to open his chest hatch before lugging your mass of cleaning supplies over to Moon's unconscious body, climbing up into his lap for the best vantage point.

You made quick work of his cleaning as usual, especially given that he never seemed to really need that much of it in the first place. It was his solar opposite that always got little bits of dried mysteries stuck inside of him that required heavy scrubbing. After a short while, you finished up on making sure his insides were as good as new again, so you closed his chest back up and paused, letting your fingers linger upon the blue buttons. One had a chip in it that wasn't there last month. You made a quick noise by clicking your tongue against the back of your teeth before climbing down from his lap and logging the minute damage into the interface. Then a chime sounded overhead, signalling that the checkup had finished and was waiting for the command to bring Moon back online.

A few taps to the screen later, you walked back over to him to grab his hand as you listened to his internals whir back to life quietly. His eyes slowly flickered back on and he blinked up at you as his consciousness slowly returned to him. "Hey, Moony," you said gently, caressing his hand slowly until you felt his touch receptors come back online by his telling sign of squeezing your hand back. He then sat up and smirked at Sun through the window.

"See, it's never that bad, you big baby," he teased, immediately earning a sigh from you and a muffled protest from Sun.

You watched patiently as the brothers swapped places, Sun practically shaking from the anxiety. He reluctantly sat back in the chair and gave you a nervous smile. "S-So you promise it won't take that long?" he asked. You nodded.

"Sunnybun, you know it never does. As long as you don't have a lot of caked up craziness inside your chest cavity, it'll be over before you know it." You flashed him a reassuring smile. "Ready?" you asked, finger poised over the enter button to give the command to shut him down. He glanced at Moon through the window before looking back in your direction sheepishly.

"H-Hold my hand while I go down?" he asked, voice lower than usual.

"Always," you responded gently, hitting the button and walking over to him. You interlaced your fingers and flinched when he grasped your hand back desperately. Still, you rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand while he sputtered for a second, eyes flickering, before finally easing back into the chair.

As usual, Sun took slightly longer to clean than Moon, being that he had mystery spots of various colors littering the walls of his chest cavity. You even had to remove a part of his endoskeleton to reach a bit of what smelled vaguely of orange-flavored Fizzy Faz. You could only wonder how he managed to get as much as he did stuck where he did, but more so, your thoughts wandered to how much better he must feel now that he had you to clean it all up. You couldn't even imagine how long he would just sit around getting dirtier and dirtier before you were hired. The system chimed from overhead long before you were even halfway done.

Endoskeleton cleaned up and chest cavity closed, you climbed back down from Sun's lap and made your way to the interface to wake him back up. Just as you did with Moon, you held his hand and whispered his name gently as he came to, and as soon as his eyes flickered back to the soft white glow you were used to, he sat up and quickly engulfed you into a hug.

"Ack- Sunny-" you muttered into his chestplate, chuckling softly when he pulled back away and his rays shrank back into his head a bit. He muttered an apology that you shrugged off as you eased him to a sitting position. He then began rambling on about nothing in particular while you helped him down from the seat and out of the protective cylinder to join Moon. You scanned through the system diagnostics reports for both of the jester animatronics as they made light conversation next to you. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary with their reports, so you logged your analysis quickly. You tuned back into their conversation for a moment as your brain fumbled trying to think of a particular word, and realized that they were back to bickering. The exhaustion you felt earlier crept back into the corners of your consciousness, making you yawn as you concluded the report and shut down the computer.

When you turned back to the twins, they had both paused whatever they had been disagreeing on and were staring at you intently. "What?" you asked, self consciously looking down at your body to see if there was something in particular they had been staring at.

"You're tired," they said in unison, before turning back to each other and glaring. You sighed, not wanting to go through this song and dance again.

"If I promise to take a nap, will you two promise not to keep arguing for the rest of the day?" you pleaded. The brothers stared at you for a moment, and you swore you could hear the sound of their internal processors realizing what you had just offered. They looked back to each other as a mischievous glint donned each of their eyes. Sun was the first to speak.

"Of course, we'll promise not to argue, Sunbite," he cooed, stepping towards you to take your hand in his again. Moon mirrored his brother's movements down to the millisecond, and realization overcame your tired mind.

"Now let's get you to bed," Moon mused in the same light voice Sun used. You decided that you didn't have enough energy now to even attempt to fight what you knew was coming, so you didn't even protest as the twin jesters dragged you back towards the daycare and up to their shared room.

Moon dropped your hand and slid through the tunnel into the darkened area of the room the three of you had deemed the "pillow fort." It was where the majority of your free time at the plex was spent, given that management didn't seem to care much about how involved you were with the animatronics so long as they worked properly. Since taking this job, the two had worked better than they ever have, so nobody ever really peaked their heads into the happenings of the daycare aside from yearly checkups.

You let Sun take your daycare employee jacket off and pull your hair from its messy bun, before holding his hand out for you to hand him your phone. You made a small noise of protest, but eventually relented anyway. You didn't have the energy to argue right now.

The two of you crawled through the tunnel and into the dark little room, Moon already having rearranged the pillows to be as flat as possible on the floor like a mattress. After your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting from the string lights on the wall, you noticed the few belongings you had brought from home were scattered along one wall - a neatly folded throw blanket, your favorite stuffie, and your emotional support water bottle. Both animatronics dimmed the light emanating from their eyes as you yawned again before climbing into the center of the pillow pile.

Moon jumped at the opportunity first, grabbing the throw blanket and lying next to you. His arms slid around you to encompass you in the warmth of the blanket and then he slithered down slightly so that his faceplate could settle into the cook of your neck in the way he enjoyed. One arm slinked around your middriff, and he pulled himself closer to you while Sun finally lied down on the other side of you to join the cuddle pile.

He set your favorite stuffie down on your chest before pushing his arm beneath your head to play with your hair. You felt your body relax as his fingers worked magic on your scalp, releasing the tension that had earlier threatened to turn into a headache. The soft sound of mechanical clicks and stimulated breathing mixed with your sigh of relief. You didn't even fall asleep for a long while - just enjoying the presence of the two and cuddling in the dark room among a sea of pillows was enough to energize you for weeks.

There was something about routine maintence checkup days.

#sun and moon x reader #platonic or romantic #depends what you want #literally rereading this constantly for the serotonin #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf dca #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon

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scrunkalicious · 2 months

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I WANT YOU TO YAP FOREVER AND EVER

I LOOK LIKE GUY ON THE LEFT IRL FACE REVEAL THATZ M3

OK UHHH GET REAAADYDYDYRYFTT SLEEPING STUFF MARTOR EDITION

First time they shared a bed was bc of some stupid decision made by a student on the same dorm floor as Marly which affected the nearby dormz (still deciding what it is lmao maybe like some sort of fluid spill or messing with the schoolz water system or whatever),, so girl got to go over to Viktor's (I imagine he sleepz somewhere either off school groundz or in the staff building),,,they attempted to have set sides bc this is new stuff to the both of them,,,, that ended quickly when both of them got cold lmaooo

Cue Viktor wrapping his arms around Marly and her pulling him closer to her n him laying his head on her neck or chest because ooohhh they're both freezing but holay molay this position is ong comfortable??

Woahwehhw after that when they do share a bed (or a couch idk),,,, many many cuddlez n kissez with vik laying on marly and being held by her,, she is taking this skinny bony ass man with her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They originally decided for Viktor to be the one on top to prevent his leg from getting stuff or anything but good lord this is the comfort he has so desperately needed for soooo long so god forbid Marly change that position

Limbz intertwined (besidez his right leg), burying his face into her neck or chest bc she trustz him with being very touchy with her body (especially her chest area bc shez kinda insecure abt that area),,

They wake up with world'z silliest bedhead n sloppy cuddlez n kisez in the morning

Oh yeah also long tripz that require transportation they'll sleep there too,, both were very tentative to sleep on transportation but with one another they r much more comfortable with it,,, sorry they kissed in public guyz

After-HexCore-Shit vik definitely has nightmares have you seen have you seen him bro,,,,,,, that man is going straight to Marly for comfort (fun fact when act 2 startz they're married!!!! Timeline coming soon but mootz feel free to ask for whatever idk,,,, she'll whisper sweet nothingz into his ear and hold him firmly, considerate of his spinal surgery harness thing,,,

OH BUT MACHINE HERALD VIK,,,, usually will just have Marly sleep on his lap all curled up and if blud even getz sleep expect him to hold her like a stuffed animal n nuzzling against her {{guyz machine herald Martor is a whole crayzee thing you have no idea brobbrobro I could make my next speech topic over that}}

#THEY NEED TO BE DRAWN SLEEPINF ASAP #PLEEAASEEEEEE ANYONE ASK KORE QUESTIONZ ABT YHEM #OH MY BOG WHENEVR I TYPE 'MARLY' THE FILIPINO FLAG COMEZ UP HERELP #marly 🇵🇭🇵🇭🦅🦅🦅🦅🗣️🗣️‼️‼️🗣️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️#honk mmimimiiikik #honk shoooooooo #theyre sooooooo eepy #<3 #scrunkalicious #💜martor💜#scrunkalicious?? more like yappalicious #marly answerz???

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mildcicada · 3 years

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HI HI ITS BEEN A WHILE BUT I SAW U WERE ASKING FOR DRAWING REQS?? perhaPs an undyne??? :0

I feel like i forgot how to draw

#IM SORRY IT...LOOKS LIKE THAT #I HAVENT DRAWN *ANYTHING* IN A MONTH #i was surprised to see u request undertale lol #i havent drawn anything for it in foreverrr #thank you for the request !!! this helped me actually start drawing something again lol #it being something i havent drawn in well over a year somehow helped a lot since i wasnt worried as much about it not looking as good as my #art usually does bc the last drawing i have to compare it to is from a long time ago lol #if i attempted to draw like hajime or smth again as the first thing i draw in a month i would have felt awful about how bad/weird it looks #in comparison to other hajime drawings lol #so...thanks for the request i guess??#the hands 😔.........#my art #uhhh #undyne undertale #undyne #undertale #ALSO saying this now. sorry i never drew ur art request from forever ago sjsnsjdbdjd #i sketched it out but i could just nevr bring myself to actually line and finish the drawing djdndjd #undyne has a huge fin on her head>>>undyne is wearing her hair in a tight ponytail #luv her messed up teeth.....reminds me of my own #this doesnt look great but compared to my drawings of her from forever ago its amazing lol #when was even the last time i drew her?

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hintofelation99 · 3 years

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The Justice League Hangs out with Duke

Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.

Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.

Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.

Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?

Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.

Duke: Um. Ok.

Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.

Duke: And that tradition is?

Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.

Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?

Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.

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Duke: Cass, what do I do?

Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.

Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.

Cass smirks: Take them down too.

Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?

Cass: Take. Them. Down.

Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.

Cass just smiles and leaves.

-> One Week Later <-

Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.

Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.

Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?

Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.

Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?

Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.

Green Lantern continues to glare at him.

Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.

Every League member seems to relax at this.

Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.

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Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.

Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?

Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.

Tim: ...What did he do?

Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.

Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.

Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.

Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!

Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.

Tim: Wait, why there?

Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.

Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.

Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!

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Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?

Tim: Where is it?

Green Lantern: Where's what?

Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.

Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Tim: Fine. Consequences.

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Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?

Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.

Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.

Duke: I bet you $50 I can

Steph: Your on.

Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.

Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.

Steph: That was so fake-

Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.

Steph: No way.

Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.

Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.

Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.

Steph, looking excited: What?!

Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-

Duke pretends to choke back a sob.

Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.

Steph: HOLY SHIT.

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Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.

Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.

Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.

Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!

Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.

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Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.

Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.

Jason, looking confused: What?

Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!

Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.

Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.

Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?

Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.

Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?

Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.

-> A Few Minutes Later <-

A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.

Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?

Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.

Jason: What? Why me?

Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.

Jason: What, that wasn't me!

Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.

Jason: Dammit.

Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.

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Duke: Hey, Black Canary?

Black Canary: Yes Duke?

Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.

Black Canary: Why?

Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?

Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.

Duke: I know it's just-

Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.

Duke: They really need help.

Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.

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Duke: Damian! Quick!

Damian: What is it Thomas.

Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?

Damian: Fine. I shall help.

Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.

Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.

Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!

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Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.

Duke, acting innocent: Hm?

Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.

Duke: You mean 11.

Wonder Woman: What?

Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.

Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?

Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.

Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.

Duke: Checkmate.

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Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.

Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.

Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?

Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.

Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?

Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?

Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.

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𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 (𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰) 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵

oikawa x fem!reader

content warnings: meet-cute, mentions of food, cursing, and mentions of light injury. it's pretty fluffy overall

this is part of @k-ryuuguji's valentines collab! i hope you all enjoy and have a great valentine's day!!

oikawa is running late. he knows that. today is valentine's day and he decided to buy iwaizumi some flowers just to mess with him. once he bought the flowers, practice had started about 20 minutes ago.

now, oikawa is sprinting to the school gym, bouquet in one hand and the other is used to protect the petals from falling. he's shouting excuse me's and apologies as he does his best to dodge people and get to the gym as soon as possible so he doesn't face his precious iwa-chan's wrath.

however, his agility and reflexes don't stop him from bumping into a girl by a café who ends up spilling coffee all over herself.

"hey!" you yell indignantly. oikawa freezes and looks back at you. normally he would text iwaizumi, saying he would be late, but in his mind, he doesn't have the time to do so.

"oh god i'm so sorry! i was rushing to get to volleyball practice before iwa-chan- never mind. here," he grabs some napkins from a table and hands them to you. "wipe yourself off with these and i'll uh order you a new drink!" he frantically apologizes and internally berates himself. of course i embarrass myself in front of a pretty girl. and i just had to spill her drink on her didn't i? "what did you order anyway?"

"uh... well it was clearly an accident and you were in a rush so uhhh no worries i guess." you feel yourself flush with embarrassment and play with your hands in an attempt to distract yourself from the gorgeous boy in front of you. "you don't really have to order me anything but i just got a cappuccino."

"espresso? a cappuccino? really?" oikawa sighs and goes to the counter to order. "first you spill my coffee on me and now you judge my taste in drinks? you don't even know my name and you're already being rude. all men have is the audacity!" you huff jokingly.

"i just thought you would have a more interesting taste is all." oikawa orders your drink along with something for iwaizumi and himself. "like you'd think someone so cute would order something that isn't basic." unfortunately for oikawa, he said that out loud as he paid. and even worse, you heard that.

you feel your face heat up at his comment and overhear his name. oikawa tooru. "well, oikawa, i just wanted to get something casual for today. didn't know you thought i'm cute though." you laugh at his expression, which slowly morphs from one of shock to one of horror. "i'm sorry i just let that slip i-" you pull him to the side so the next customer can order and cut him off before he can continue.

"it's fine. you're pretty cute anyway. kinda odd how you haven't asked for my name though." you tease him, nudging him gently. "i'm l/n y/n. i guess you can call me y/n though. all my friends do. and uh, by the way, you're really cute too..." you can't even look at him anymore, which is something he finds endearing.

"i guess you already know my name, but i'm oikawa tooru. it's nice to meet you, cutie." cutie? you think. the nickname sends butterflies to your stomach.

"oikawa?" the barista calls. oikawa comes up to the counter and takes the drinks. he hands you the drink and as you take a sip, he tilts his flowers towards you. "pretty flowers for the pretty lady?"

"that sounds like the stupidest, shittiest thing i've ever heard." a new voice comments. behind oikawa, you notice a tall boy with spiky hair crossing his arms and glaring at the two of you, body radiating irritation.

"iwa-chan!" the brunette exclaims happily.

"you know i've been looking all over for you?" oikawa waves his hand dismissively and continues. "these are actually for you. and so is this!" he hands iwaizumi his drink and smiles. "i was actually running to the gym after getting these flowers for you, but i ended up bumping into y/n-chan and spilling her drink so i bought a new one!" now you can notice the hint of nervousness in his voice. taking pity, you decide to defend him. "yeah he was going really quickly and he bumped into me. and he offered to buy me a drink..."

iwaizumi sighs in frustration. "fine. i'll take the drink but not the flowers. now let's go, lazykawa!" he grabs oikawa's wrist and tugs him.

"hold on iwa-chan! y/n-chan still hasn't given me her answer!" he smiles at your flustered and embarrassed state as you accept his flowers. "you sure i can take these?" oikawa nods. "these were for iwa-chan as a joke, but i think you should have them. anyway, do you think i can see you again?"

you nod and hand him your phone, which is opened on a new contact page. "uh here. you can put your number in so you can make sure we see each other again..."

he sports a wide grin as he punches in his name and number into your phone. "thanks y/n-chan! i hope you like the flowers! and that we see each other again! oh, and happy valentine's day."

"bye, oikawa. happy valentine's day!" with that, he's dragged off by iwaizumi and you make your way home with coffee, a bouquet of flowers, and oikawa as a valentine <3

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #meet cute #oikawa tooru #oikawa #tooru #haikyuu oikawa tooru #oikawa fluff #oikawa x reader #oikawa fic #oikawa drabble

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corysmiles · 3 years

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Little streamer AU prompts!

-Thinking they were all humans, either Wil or Phil bought tickets for them all to go to an amusement park....but Tommy’s too short to ride. Where does it go from there? Does Wilbur feel bad and sob out apologies? Does Tommy say it’s fine and that they can go without him, only to get kidnapped/lost? Does Tommy say f*ck it and try to sneak on with Tubbo? Your choice :)

-The bois at the arcade during the meetup. They try to cheat the games by having Tommy roll skeeballs into the best slot, or go inside machines to fix the game in their favor

-While Tubbo has Lani, and Phil has probably had like a borrower coworker or something, this is Wil’s first time heavily interacting with someone so small, and constantly watches the others and stays up at night googling how to best handle a borrower. Some of the suggestions he gets from online are way too formal and Tommy is confused as heck at where he’s getting these ideas. Like Wil you don’t have to wash your hands before picking me up if we’re RUNNING LATE C’MON LETS GO

-(the angst prompt) Tommy was so excited to meet others his size and during the meet up he doesn’t feel included or something, and he ahas a mental breakdown. Maybe he hides in a small space so the others can’t find/reach him

-If you don’t have plans for techno yet, maybe he’s also a tiny and thought he was the only one of any of his online friends, but the group FaceTimes him and he sees Tommy is small too but doesn’t make a big deal out of it, just a mentions it in the conversation at some point. Tommy feels instantly better. “Technoblade’s a bigger bad ass than any of you talk freaks!” “Techno was already the coolest, but none of you have a chance now.”

-Tommy wrestles with everyone’s hands

If you can’t tell I love this idea so much lol

-🦎anon

omg I love your ideas so much thank you and I’m so so sorry this post is so long I was gonna split it up but then I was motivated and got really excited (also pls forgive me for any spelling errors this is long and I didnt want to go back and edit it) :]

Little streamer au drabbles

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When Phil and Kristen had originally been planning out all the things they could do at the meet up they didn’t take into account the possibility that any of their friends might be well...tiny. So when the day came for the group to go to the amusement park and they were stopped by security at the first ride Phil knew the day wasn’t going to end well.

“Sorry sir,” the man said to Wilbur who currently had Tommy in his front pocket, “Tinies can’t go on the rides here, it’s too much liability for the park.”

Wilbur just stared at the man in mild confusion, “What if I hold him though, there’s no way anything could happen.”

The man just shrugged, “I don’t know it’s the park’s rules not mine so you can either stay out here with him or pass on rides for today.”

Wilbur looked down at the small teen in his pocket and could tell he was getting upset by the confrontation. Tommy’s shoulders drooped and he kept his eyes down as if to not show the others his disappointment.

“Its alright big man, go on I can stay down here,” Tommy whispered and patted Wilbur’s chest reassuringly. The attempt at comfort just made Wilbur’s frown grow.

“Hey it’s alright Will I’ll stay down here with Tommy,” Tubbo said, “I’m not the biggest fan of heights anyways.”

Wilbur reluctantly agreed and handed over the tiny to the other teen who walked over to one of the benches to wait for the others.

When Wilbur and Phil got off the roller coaster they panicked when they couldn’t find the two teens until they found Tubbo riding on a carousel horse with Tommy hanging off the pole.

Safe to say Wilbur didn’t let Tubbo take Tommy the rest of the day. (Sorry i didnt do angst for this one)

(More under the cut)

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Tommy was so excited to go to the arcade with his friends. When they got there though and Tommy saw all the prizes he could win he started to form a plan.

Tubbo of course would be the one to help him out though since he was the only one that was willing to let Tommy cause any chaos.

It started with small things like having him help them cheat on skeeball or hit targets with his hands on shooting games until they started to look for more ways to cheat.

For the final plan, Tubbo watched as Tommy climbed through the slot of a crane machine and tried to push a large bear toy into the hole.

When he saw the bear he thought Wilbur would like it and while Tubbo was usually opposed to crane games since it’s just a “waste of fucking money” he wasn’t necessarily opposed to helping Tommy get into the machine.

Everything was going fine until a woman with a child came over to the machine to play for themselves; immediately Tommy ducked down beneath the plushies so they wouldn’t get caught and Tubbo began to panic when he lost sight of the tiny.

It was at that moment that the rest of the group came over to Tubbo and asked where Tommy was.

“Uhhh hes in the bathroom,” Tubbo said nervously.

Phil tilted his head at the boy, “Uhuh...where is he Tubbo?”

“Ummmm so about that big man we uh-“

However, Tubbo was interrupted by his phone dinging and his face went pale as he read the text from Tommy.

-Pls get me out of here big man I can’t get this shit off me anymore-

“Uhhhh...oh fuck,” Tubbo muttered, “Um I have not the best news for you.”

“And what’s that?” Wilbur asked.

“Ummm do you have any coins on you?”

Phil looked at Tubbo with confusion, “Yeah, why do you ask mate?”

Tubbo turned back to the crane where the mother and daughter had left and laughed nervously, “well....ummm so by bathroom I kinda meant uh the crane machine? Yeah, Tommy’s in there.”

The adults immediately freaked out at the situation because what the fuck were the kids thinking. And when Tubbo told Wilbur they were just trying to get the teddybear for him cause Tommy thought he’d like it, he felt even more dread.

After almost an hour of Wilbur and Phil putting in money into the claw machine they finally got enough toys out of the way to see the tiny.

With one more try Tommy was able to grab onto the claw and let himself fall out of the machine. Wilbur immediately scooped him up to scold him for being a dumbass but when he saw that Tommy’s face was red and swollen he decided instead to just slip Tommy into his pocket to rest.

With the extra cheated tickets though they were able to buy Tommy a tiny plastic nerf gun from the arcade before they left.—————————————————————

Wilbur was surprised at how quickly Phil and Tubbo were okay with Tommy’s size. While Tubbo apparently had a tiny sister and Phil had had tiny friends before, Wilbur couldn’t recall ever actually interacting with someone so small expect for in passing.

He really cared about Tommy as both a friend and as a brother and he was so afraid of messing up with the teen. He didn’t want to hurt or offend Tommy in any way so of course he went to the best place to figure out what to do: wikihow.

The articles were strange for sure but anything to make Tommy feel more comfortable with him would be worth it.

So the next day when Tommy was supposed to be eating breakfast at Wilbur’s house and Wilbur wouldn’t pick him up to put him on the table he thought the taller man was just being a dick.

Then when Tommy asked him if he would pick him up Wilbur walked away from him to go to the bathroom instead of helping him.

After a minute the brunette man walked back and reached a hand down to lay besides Tommy. Tommy stepped onto his palm and expected him to pull him up towards him but when he didn’t he started to get really annoyed.

“Hey you can move what the fucks up witb you right now you’re being all weird and shit man,” Tommy grumbled.

“Huh? Oh I just...I was looking up some stuff about uh tinies and I thought maybe it would make you more comfortable?” Wilbur whispered with embarrassment.

“What?” Tommy laughed, “Why the fuck would you do that you were fine before I would tell you if I wasn’t comfortable big man you don’t have to worry about that.”

Wilbur felt his heart swell at the comfort and slowly lifted Tommy up to the table for them to eat together. It was still strange having someone so small around but Wilbur would get used to it for Tommy.—————————————————————

Tommy usually didn’t have any problems with having bigger people around. All his friends at home and his family were all humans so he knew he was overreacting about none of his online friends being tinies. But when they went out to dinner together and Phil, Tubbo, and Wilbur were all talking together while Tommy sat next to Wilbur’s cup something broke inside him.

The reason he loved streaming so much was that he thought he finally had met other people like him, but he guessed it was his own fault for never really checking.

As the three laughed loudly Tommy felt himself becoming more and more overwhelmed by the chaos in the restaurant. He couldn’t cry now though his friends were having fun, it would be a dick move for him to ruin the meet up for them just because he expected them to be tinies.

Throughout the meal and on the way home Tommy was mostly silent, he sat in Wilbur’s pocket as they arrived at the man’s apartment. Wilbur waved goodbye to Phil and Tubbo as he took Tommy inside.

Wilbur sat Tommy down on the counter as he changed and Tommy finally felt a few tears fall from his eyes. He heard the sound of a door opening and quickly hid behind a tea box so Wilbur wouldn’t see him in this state.

He started to shake as the tears kept coming while he heard Wilbur searching around for him.

“Tommy?” Wilbur called out but Tommy couldn’t even get a solid breath much less respond.

After a few moments Tommy felt the tea box he was hiding near shift as a large hand wrapped him up gently.

“Oh jeez Tommy are you okay?” Wilbur asked as he lifted Tommy to his eyes.

Tommy wiped his eyes and slowly nodded to Wilbur who looked heartbroken by the tears.

Wilbur sighed, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Tommy shook his head no and Wilbur gave the boy a sad smile.

“I’m sorry Tommy, we’ll talk about this later okay,” he whispered as he tucked Tommy up against his chest. He held the tiny until he heard soft snores replace the sobs and promised himself that whatever made him this sad would never happen again.—————————————————————

Techno had been tweeting at the rest of the sleepy boys since the start of the meetup. The American wished he had gotten to meet up with his friends but sadly because of covid there was no way to safely visit the UK, so instead they settled for FaceTiming one night so that Techno wouldn’t feel as left out.

Techno grabbed his specially made phone and anxiously waited for the call. When Phil’s contact showed up Techno opened it immediately and was greeted by the familiar blonde human’s face along with Tubbo in the corner.

“Hey Techno!” Phil smiled as Tubbo waved aggressively.

Techno smiled and waved back, “Hullo.”

After a little bit of shuffling Wilbur appeared on the screen with something cupped in his hands.

“What you got there Will?” Techno asked with an amused expression.

“It’s me bitch! Ayyy Techno,” a loud and annoying but familiar voice yelled form the taller man’s hands.

“Oh hey Tommy,” Techno laughed, but besides that there was almost no reaction to Tommy’s height.

“That’s it? No big ‘wow you’re small’ or like ‘poggers’ or anything?” Tommy asked.

Techno hummed in response, “Nah why would I care your nothing special cause you’re small.”

Tommy huffed and crossed his arms at Techno, “I’m not special bitch? I’m the only tiny here I’m amazing!”

A small chuckle left Techno as he realized the situation.

“And why are you so sure you’re the only one huh?”

Tommy blinked wide eyed at Techno before a wide grin spread across his face.

“Wait you’re small too?” Phil asked.

Techno nodded to his friends who all had different ranges of shock on their faces.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Tommy screeched causing everyone to laugh.

“See I knew this is why you were so much cooler than these bitches were alpha men you see,” Tommy laughed.

“Yeah,” Techno smiled, “I’m sure that’s why.”

The rest of the call was calmer however Tommy continued to insist that Techno and him were much cooler than the rest of the them. —————————————————————

The first time Tommy had been grabbed to try to get him to calm down or stay still it had been by Phil when he was trying to cook breakfast and Tommy kept getting too close to the stove top. Phil placed his hand over Tommy to keep him still when he felt the kid latch onto his pointer finger and try to pull it away.

“Ay what are you doing mate?” Phil laughed as the tiny continued to struggle with his finger.

“I’m wrestling you big man can’t you tell, and I’m fucking winning!” Tommy grinned.

Phil chuckled at the kid before flipping him over with his thumb.

“Yup you’re winning sure,” he said slyly.

When Wilbur and Tubbo walked in to Phil trying to pin down Tommy with his fingers while the small boy laughed and pushed them away as much as he could they had no fucking clue what was going on.

#🦎 anon #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #little streamer au #t!tommy #g!wilbur #g!tubbo #g!philza #t!techno #corywrites

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turtlee-rockin · 3 years

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How to Wake a Sleeping Cat (Catradora)

Ship: Catradora (lee Catra, ler Adora)

Summary: Adora is excited to have fun in the snow, but Catra, who isn’t the biggest fan of snow, needs some convincing.

Words: 993

A/N: My first fic!!! It definitely won’t be the best quality of writing, but I’m excited to finally contribute to this community. I really hope you all enjoy reading it. Feel free to send writing tips or really anything you’d like in my asks! Also, this was written and posted from my phone so sorry if the formatting is messed up!

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Adora’s eyes blinked open sleepily. The morning light streamed gently through the windows of her bedroom in Bright Moon. She sat up slowly and glanced at Catra, curled up comfortably next to her, breathing slowly and steadily.

Then she noticed it.

Flecks of white, falling silently to the ground. The first snowfall since the war ended.

Adora’s eyes widened. She reached over and shook her girlfriend awake. “Catra! Catra, it’s snowing!” she exclaimed. She could barely keep her excitement contained.

Catra groaned, never the morning person. She covered her head with a pillow to try to block out Adora and return to her peaceful slumber. “So what? We’ve seen snow before,” Catra mumbled into the mattress, not even bothering to open her mismatched eyes.

Adora rolled her eyes. “Do I have to remind you that last time we were in the snow, giant bugs made of first ones tech tried to kill us?”

Catra noticed Adora’s omission of other certain events from that night, but still raised her arm just enough to wave dismissively at Adora. “Uhhh yeah, they tried to kill us in the snow.”

“Catraaaaaa, come on! Let’s build a snowman!”

“Snow is cold and wet and I want to sleep,” whined the still half asleep feline.

Adora huffed, trying to think of a way she would be able to convince her grumpy girlfriend to enjoy the peaceful snowfall with her. She suddenly flipped her body over so that she was laying directly on top of Catra like some kind of human blanket.

“Oof- Adora, what the heck?” Catra propped herself up on her elbows as best she could with a body on top of her and glared at the blonde, who was sitting on her back.

Adora then began to chant, using the squishy bed to her advantage and bouncing up and down on Catra’s back. “Get. Up. Get. Up. Get. Up.”

Catra, thoroughly annoyed, flung the pillow that was beneath her backwards with one arm. It manages to hit Adora directly in the side of the face.

Adora’s bouncing ceased, much to Catra’s relief. She folded her arms under her to replace the pillow that she had just sacrificed, and closed her eyes again. She didn’t give Adora, still perched on her lower back, a second thought.

That was, until she felt two claw-like hands squeezing at her sides. Adora had managed to slip her hands underneath the oversized hoodie which Catra had decided to sleep in.

“GaH- Ador-HA ghhhh quit it!!” Catra’s arms instinctively shot down to protect her sides, causing her to face plant into the bed.

Adora laughed (somewhat evilly), and continued her early morning attack on her girlfriend, amused at how hard Catra was trying not to laugh. The brunette beneath her was emitting a variety of noises resembling squeaks, grunts, and hisses.

“Aw, what’s wrong, babe? Too ticklish?” At the sound of Adora’s teasing voice, Catra’s face flushed as she bit her lip, still refusing to give Adora the laughter she desired. It was too goddamn early for this.

“N-no! Now get off of meheehee!” A few giggles leaked from her lips.

Thirsty for more of Catra’s laughter, Adora began worming her way between Catra’s body and her tightly squeezed elbows, working her way up her ribs toward her armpits.

This caused a steady flow of raspy giggles mixed with various curses and threats.

“Adohohora, I swehehear if you don’t gehehet off of me I’ll kihihihihill you.” Catra tried her best to sound threatening, which was difficult to do with the wide grin plastered on her face and the small bursts of giggles she was emitting.

Adora just chuckled and kept wiggling her fingers, which were now trapped in Catra’s armpits thanks to her tightly clamped arms. “I don’t think you’re in the position to be making these kinds of statements, now are you?”

“Shaha-shut uhahahap!” Was the only response that Catra could formulate, her brain overwhelmed by the tickly sensations.

Adora, who was having perhaps a bit too much fun, suddenly remembered why she was torturing her girlfriend in the first place. “So, are you gonna come outside with me or what?” She asked, poking up and down Catra’s back, making her squeal and rock side to side.

With tears forming in her eyes Catra spluttered out, “pffft-HA ahahafter youhou put me through thihihihis? Nohohoho wahahahay!”

Adora pulled her hands out from under Catra’s sweatshirt and placed her hand on her chin, as if deep in thought. “Hmm… it sounds like some more convincing is in order,” she said in a dramatic accent.

“W-wait! Adora, I swear if you don’t get off of me right now-“ Catra didn’t like the sound of that one bit. Her eyes were wide as she scrambled frantically in a fruitless attempt to throw Adora off. The only thing she managed to achieve was to shift Adora from sitting on her back to sitting on her thighs.

“Ah ah ah~” came Adora’s sing-song voice. “Not until you agree to go outside with me.”

Seizing the newfound opportunity, she rapidly squeezed Catra’s hips, digging her fingers into the pockets of the bones.

Catra cackled, her squeaky laugh echoing throughout their bedroom. She arched her back to escape Adora’s fingers, but her body gave out and she flopped back down when Adora skittered her fingers underneath her body to tickle her stomach.

Catra practically screamed, Adora’s fingers now trapped between her and the bed.

Finally, after a few more seconds, Catra gave in. Her resignation came in the form of a desperate string of words.

“FINEI’LLGOOUTSIDEWITHYOUSTAHP!!!”

Adora whooped triumphantly and leapt off of Catra, who was still laying breathlessly on the bed, tears in her eyes.

Adora let her girlfriend catch her breath for barely a second before grabbing her arm and dragging her toward the closets to get dressed. Catra complied this time, a soft smile on her blushing face.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with this dork”.

#spop #she ra fanfic #tickle fic #catradora #fluffy #first fic #i did it #she ra

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theinariakuma · 3 years

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Idk if you're still doing the prompts uhhh idk if this one is on the list but what about overstimulation with Mammon? 😳🥵

Rated: NSFW

Genre: Mammon x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Overstimulation

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. This one escaped me for writing for a while, and I was finally able to finish. I really wanted to do right for Mammon. ♥

I hope you enjoy it.

Prompts are still open, see here.

Three days.

It had been three fucking days since Mammon got some alone time with her. Every time he was about to take her away to spend some time with her, someone snatched her away.

He may not have been the representation of Envy, but he sure as hell was annoyed and jealous.

She was his first.

He didn’t wanna keep her from doing things. She was her own person with her own life and he loved that independence of hers. But sometimes he liked knowing that she was his too. So watching as Lucifer guided her away only made him narrow his eyes.

His brothers had never been this annoying before.

He swore the next person that tried to take the one-on-one time away from him was getting dragged off.

The impulse purchases that were coming were mostly because he was using it as a distraction rather than attempting to beat his brothers, stealing the woman they were keeping busy, or making schemes for more money to go into his wallet.

Before he knew it, he was out a good load of Grimm and his annoyance hadn’t calmed, just turning to annoyance at both his brothers and himself with his buyer’s remorse.

“Oi! Ya done?” He saw her finally, finally alone.

“Mhm!” The bright smile she gave him caused him to soften a bit. She was an amazing person… she didn’t treat anyone different, human, demon, angel. It was what made him like her so much. He couldn’t get too frustrated that it drew in others.

“Come on.” His hand grabbed hers, red staining his cheeks. “You’re all mine tonight.” His voice was rougher than he meant it to be, almost nervous that if he went too far, she’d be snatched away again.

Mammon didn’t take her to his room. Her room was always warmer, more inviting. His room was a paradise to him before he met her. All his belongings--his collection of shiny toys he bought. Now that he had more he didn’t really care about them as much as he used to. He found a new thing to treasure.

All of the earlier jealousy and annoyance were melting away with the warmth of her hand in his.

Sadly, it came back with a vengeance when they got up to her room when he saw Belphegor asleep in her bed.

Angry did not seem to cover what he was feeling. One fucking night. He wanted one fuckin’ night with his human.

“Maybe we should--”

“Stay.” The demand was short, sharp.

His focus was too locked on his younger brother as he hauled him up and over his shoulder, that he missed the way the woman bit into her lower lip, watching as he showed both his frustration and strength in the same moment.

“Fuckin’ keep the bastard, Beel!” Mammon’s sharp growl caused the Avatar of Gluttony to look to his twin, who was currently glaring at Mammon while rubbing his head. He hadn’t woken up when Mammon carried him like a flour sack--no, Mammon did that too often when he was a kid for Belphie to really notice it anymore, rather he woke when his face met the hard flooring of his and Beel’s shared room.

When he returned, he saw she was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting on him. A small smile on her lips when she saw him return

“Mammon, are you--”

Before she could finish asking him if he was okay, the man cupped her face and kissed her roughly. Aggressively pressing into her, using his tongue to push past her lips. He felt the way that she melted and silently obeyed his demands.

As soon as it seemed like he’d stop like he was about to pull away, he’d press closer, drawing her back into the kiss as his fingers slid away from her face but into her hair. Every so often he'd pull away from the kiss to lightly nip at her lower lip before moving back to a kiss.

He was going to remind her of who she belonged to.

When he finally pulled his mouth from hers, her face was flushed and her eyes were hooded. Her lower lip reddened from his attention.

"You're mine." His voice was low. "I don't care what ya do, where ya go. You're a big girl and I won't control ya. But when they take my time with ya." A low growl escaped his lips as he moved to push his knee between her thighs, his body climbing over hers, pinning her to the bed. There were no more words he needed to say, she knew what he meant. And knew he planned to show her.

It felt like hours... had it been hours? She felt too good and her mind was too foggy to focus on anything but the man touching her.

Deep, trembling breaths left her, her body was trembling as her hands twisted in the sheets. “Mammon…” Her voice was breathless, her cunt was trembling and dripping. Since pinning her down, Mammon had been working her over, making her see stars time and time again.

“Look at you… So beautiful and perfect. I haven’t even had to put my cock in you and you’re already a mess.” Three climaxes. Two from his fingers, one from his tongue. He was enjoying her every climax, her sounds, every bit of her.

“Please Mammon… Please... I need you.”

“Need me to what?” Mammon was behind her as his hands drew her hips higher, his cock soon pressing to her trembling cunt, the length of his shaft brushing over her swollen clit, earning low whines from her.

“F-fuck me… I need your cock inside me…. I need you to fuck me, Mammon.”

Hearing that made the demon nearly purr with excitement at his lover, watching as her hips wiggled a bit under his teasing.

“Such a good girl.” His hips drew back before he was filling her. Listening to the low cry that left her. She was already so sensitive from cumming so much, her cunt clenching and squeezing his cock. “Relax…” He crooned a bit, taking his time, trying to coax her to relax before she came again just from him filling her.

Once he was fully pressed into her, she was clawing at the bed, the dark sheets tugged between her fingers. The woman couldn’t help her moans as his hips began thrusting in and out, short bursts through the tight clenching around his cock.

It was obvious by how her breath caught and her little gasps when he moved that she was too sensitive, however, it didn't do anything besides encourage him.

His beloved little human learned time and time again that his greed was not only with objects but things like time, attention, and making sure he out did anyone in the number of climaxes he gave her.

A hand slid along her back as it arched, hips thrusting to meet her. His cock hilted deep inside her with every thrust. The languid moans that spilled past her lips were something he could get lost in. He knew how tightly wound she was. Too sensitive from so many climaxes so quickly, overstimulated from both attention and pleasure.

"I-its too much…" Her voice was a gasp, her body writhing under him.

Mammon could feel how tight her cunt gripped him.

"Shh baby. I know you're my strong girl. Just a lil' more…" His voice was smooth and soft, the charming sort of voice that got him deals with Witches and into Casinos.

Swallowing hard as she weakly nodded, "I'm trying… I'm trying..." Her voice hiccupped with pleasure and Mammon smiled as his thrusts began moving harder, faster. Her moans mingling with the desperate words.

When she came, she couldn't stop her body as it convulsed. Her thighs and hips shaking as he leaned over her gently, holding her as her climax wrecked her. He was enjoying the way he broke his sweet human with so much pleasure. His own climax causing warmth to pool in her belly.

"That's it, baby." He gently rolled them to their sides on her bed, her body still cradled by his when he began drawing out of her. Fingers brushes sweat dampened hair out of her face to kiss her forehead. "You were perfect. Always are."

The soft praises made her lips turn into a tired smile as her mind was left fuzzy from all the pleasure. "Love 'ou, Mammon…" The way her words were slurred with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction brought him so much pride.

"I love you too. Get some rest. I'll clean us up."

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isabellitah · 4 years

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Title : Our Wife

Pairing : Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female!Reader x Miya Atsumu

Warning : blood ig, curse words, attempted rape, torture, and mentions of death

Credits : to the artists regarding the drawings of Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu found on the banner- i saved them from pinterest I think.

Note : do not copy or repost this anywhere else. I do not write Haikyuu!! fics anywhere else.

Y/n Miya-Sakusa was scared. No- scratch that- you were terrified.

You wouldn’t show it to your captors though- your husbands taught you to never show fear- but Jesus Christ- you were terrified not only for yourself but more so for your unborn child- a child you didn’t even know existed until half an hour before you got kidnapped from your own room. For the past hour that you’ve been tied to a chair in the middle of the room, they haven’t touched your body. The same couldn’t be said for your face. Half of your face was covered in slightly dried blood; blood that came a wound you got when they slammed your head against the edge of your beside drawer to knock you unconscious, and a spilt lip that was still bleeding slightly from when they punched you when you spat at the face of the person who demanded your husbands’ locations and the locations of all your warehouses. The thought alone made you scoff- you’re no rat. Unlike whoever the hell gave your home’s location away. Your husbands were going to be so pissed when they find you gone and your shared room thrashed about.

Sitting on the wooden chair was become a pain in the ass. Literally. You couldn’t even escape because of the metal cuffs attached to your wrists, forearms, and ankles and they took your daggers away. You’re stuck and all you can do it wait. Wait for either your husbands to burst through the door or wait for your promised torture session and possible death.

Minutes- hours- who knows how long later, two men in black barged into the room, startling you from your daydream carrying knives with guns in their holsters. Well... looks like your Omi and Tsumu are too late huh...

“Ready, Princess?” thing 1 with an eyepatch said with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, “Boss said we gots to kill ye before yer husbands get here. Ye know, so they barge in ‘ere only to see yer bleeding body. Even better if they get to see yer naked corpse, doncha think?”

“Boss said not to rape her tho-” thing 1 interrupted thing 2, “what boss doesn’t know won’t hurt ‘im. And besides- I wanna leave Miya a surprise for stabbing my eye.”

And just as thing 1 started moving towards you, a scream was heard from outside the door and echoed into the room, sending shivers down things 1 and 2’s spines. You, on the hand, smiled. They’re here... fucking finally.

“What was that?” Thing 2 looked around nervously. Huh- he must be new to the business. Poor guy he won’t make it far at this point. Thing 1 shrugged, “eh who cares? There’s no one we can’t kill.” he boasted. Dumb overconfident pig.

Another scream rang through followed by a shout of terror, “THEY’RE HERE!” that was cut off as a loud gunshot echoed through the walls followed by a series of bangs and clangs. The familiar sound brought you off guard- they brought everyone? You were sure that that clang was from Michinari’s favorite weapon- his metal bat. Where were you and who took you that they felt it necessary to have everyone here? You were brought out of your train of thoughts when you realized that all of a sudden everything and everyone was silent. All you can hear was your own heartbeat.

“Ah fuck it-” thing 1 looked at your form with a crazed look in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

“Dude what are you-”

“Well it’s obvious we won’t make it out alive-”

“Wait what?”

“-might as well have fun before we die, ey?”

With that said he closed the gap between you two. You felt your mind blank as tears started forming in your eyes. The moment he ripped Atsumu’s shirt from your person, the tears fell along with the loudest scream you could muster, “OMI! ATS-” you were cut off as thing 1 smacked your cheek with the butt of his gun, “shut up ye lil bitch. Yer not leavin til I get my f-”

Thing 2 was suddenly down- a hole on the side of his head. None of you even heard the door open so that meant Shinsuke was here- well him or Rintarou since they’re the stealthiest in your family.

Thing 1 suddenly stood up straight and placed his hands up with his palms up and blocking your view from whoever was with you two in the room, “hey uhhh I was forced to do this, mates- it- it wasn’t anything personal, yea?” Sat on a wooden chair in just your undergarments and the remnants of one of your husbands’ shirt, you let a small smile appear on your face. They’re here. You and your little bean are safe now.

Rintarou stepped out of the shadows and from his voice you could tell he looked bored, “so... where is she?”

Thing 1 shook his head, having lost his voice the moment his eyes met the bored yet malicious ones of one Suna Rintarou- one of the deadliest assassins of the Inarizaki family, and prayed that the fox wouldn’t notice your bleeding form behind him.

The moment you let out a sob, he pushed thing 1 away and squatted in front of you. And he was not happy with what he saw was done to you-

He saw your bloody and bruised face. He saw your shaking hands and the tears you let flow from your eyes. But what angered him the most was the fact that someone he viewed as his little sister lost the brightness is her eyes.

Any chance the idiot had with reasoning with him was gone.

“Congratulations, idiot. You’ve secured a spot in our personal dungeon.” Rintarou smiled as he heard a sharp thump before the telltale sound of a body hitting the ground, “you didn’t hit him too hard, did you, Shinsuke-san?”

“Not hard enough.”

“Ok- let’s get these off of you before your hubbies come in here,” with that said both men started unlocking the cuffs trapping you onto the chair. After freeing you, you were immediately hit with the feeling of fatigue and let your body fall onto the person closest to you. Shinsuke caught your semi-limp body and immediately became worried but calmed down as he felt your breaths. He arranged your position so that you were laying across his lap, facing the roof of the cell. Rintarou settled himself beside Shinsuke after texting Kiyoomi your location- receiving an immediate reply that they’ll be there as soon as Atsumu is out of his blood haze. Shinsuke brushed his hand through your hair but immediately stopped when you whimpered, “hit- t-table- home.”

The two men exchanged worried glances when you stared up at them with your eyelids slowly closing. Rintarou tapped your cheek, “Y/n-chan, stay awake- how do you feel right now?”

“Aish of all the questions Rin-”

“B-baby...”

“Kiyoomi-san and Tsumu will be he-”

“M-my baby...” their eyes widened as you shakily placed your hand onto your tummy before falling limp in Shinsuke’s arms. He refrained from panicking when he saw your chest still rising and falling in patterns- you probably fainted from exhaustion.

“Holy shi-”

“Y/N!”

The moment the two saw your limp body they assumed the worst- but as Atsumu was about to yell out his rage and sorrow, Osamu appeared from the shadows and hit the back of his head, “she’s breathing, you moron.”

“I knew that, shitface.”

“Who ya callin’ shitface, ya pig?”

“Who ya callin’ a pi-”

“Aran,” Kiyoomi calmly spoke as he turned to face the hitman- ignoring his husband and brother-in-law, “lead the way out- make sure that there will be no delays. We must take Y/n to Motoya immediately- we don’t know the extent of her wounds- however they look... less than favorable as of the moment.”

At the reminder of your current condition, the twins shutted up, “Osamu,”

“Yeah, Omi-san?”

“Bring that thing with us.” was muttered with great disdain while his finger was pointed towards the unconscious thing 1.

And so they left the building covered in blood with neutral faces.

They may not show it but they were livid.

They didn’t miss your tear and blood stained face nor the the fact that your shirt was ripped right down the middle.

They knew what was going to happen to you had they been a second late.

“Hitoshi and Heisuke are already tracking the rats- we’ll have them in the basement by tonight,” informed Kiyoomi’s trustworthy gunsmith, Tsukasa Iizuna.

“They better- only question now is who gets first dibs on the assholes.”

As they settled into the car, Shinsuke told them the news of your latest surprise. He knew that they’d go even more ballistic were they to find out during the check-up from Motoya. But since they were in a closed and moving car with you on their laps, they couldn’t really do much except stiffen and let their rage grow stronger- and he looks forward to seeing what they’ll do to the bastards tonight. Shinsuke, above all things, is a man of honor- and what he hates above all things, are traitors.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! PLEA- AHHH” Thing 1 screamed as Kiyoomi dug his dagger deeper into the man’s shoulder- forming a hollow hole of sort.

“Just a little more... I want to see if your bones are clean or if they need to cleansed as well-”

“Omi-omi~ I want my turn !” whined Atsumu as he crossed his arms and pouted at his husband.

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, “you had your turn five minutes ago when you spilled acid onto his legs- it’s my turn now.” with that said, Kiyoomi ripped his dagger from the man’s flesh without a warning and grabbing a bowl from the prisoner’s ‘meal’, poured the bowl of scalding hot soup into the hollow flesh.

And as the man wailed, the two traitors squirmed in fear as they awaited their turns.

“We don’t usually go to this extent but what can we say...”

“No one messes with our wife.”

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implexedactions · 3 years

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My Little Ember - Enji Todoroki

Platonic!Yandere!Enji Todoroki

A/N: Okay, I’m late. I missed a lot of due dates. This isn’t even beta read. I’m sorry. I am so sorry. But here it is anyway!

This is Yandere content, and as such, one should be cautious of viewing this if you have certain triggers.

“Wake up, my little ember~ Did you have a good rest?”

You blink your eyes open and look around. You are in “your” bedroom, a cruelly comforting place. A room in Enji’s giant mansion, covered in pastels and various kid-friendly entertainment. The nicest cage money could buy.

Enji’s hand rests on your shoulder. A warm presence on this otherwise cold day. Your eyes flicker up at the cyan ones looking compassionately down.

“Uhh, yeah, it was fine, Enji…”

Enji sighs and rubs his hand against your shoulder.

“I told you, kid, call me dad.”

“But-”

Enji raises a warm finger to your lips.

“Come now, enough of that. I’ve let you sleep in long enough; it is already 7:30 am. I have been cooking breakfast in the kitchen for you.”

You look away dejectedly.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Hush, you need your breakfast if you want to grow big and strong like your old man!”

He promptly lifts you out of bed with just one arm, shoving you over his shoulder. You don’t fight back, instead just lying there, looking at the upside-down room.

Humming a tune, he carries you out of your bedroom, and into the empty mansion that you both share—pristine white walls and furniture, broken up with the odd child-proofed edge or photo-frame.

He abducted you four months ago and ever since seemed to be treating you as his child. Everyone who saw Endeavor knew he probably didn’t have a stellar home life, but this was absurd.

He walks down the stairs to the first floor, walking through a massive living room.

“Enj-uhhh, dad?”

Enji hummed with delight as he kept walking, you swaying up and down on his shoulder, getting slightly dizzy.

“Yes, my little ember?”

“Do you think I-uhh, we, could go outside today?”

Enji stops in his tracks, his grip on you tightening and warming. Not noticeably, but enough.

“...Ember, I am not too sure if that is a wise decision.”

Of course. It hadn’t worked the other 50 times you asked, why would it work now?! Why was it so hard for you to find ANY time away his watchful eye.

“What a fucking surprise…”

“Hey!”

He pulls your now shaking form off his shoulder. One hand around your waist, one around your head as he brings you in front of him, hovering off the floor. His eyes are thin, a scowl on his face. You feel his hot breath coming from his nostrils. You have never been more scared in your life of this man.

“Do not use that foul language, Y/N Todoroki. I will not tolerate it. Do not make me discipline you.”

“I-uhhh, sorry…” you stammer out, avoiding his gaze.

His hand moves your head and forces your eyes to meet his disappointed ones.

“I have raised you better than that, haven’t I? Apologise properly.”

“Uhhh,,,Sorry, Father, that I, behaved inappropriately…” you say, staring into eyes that only villains are privy to.

His face warms and he pulls you in for a hug.

“Apology accepted!”

He places you down on the floor, but keeps your hand in a vice-like grip.

“Now! We can’t leave those pancakes waiting, can we?”

Enji pulls you along, almost causing you to fall over a few times to keep up with his faster gait. He walks into the kitchen,and the smell of pancakes fill the air. He places you down on a seat, grabbing a plate and putting some pancakes on it, before serving it to you. You detectedly pick at the pancakes, staring out the window. It’s an overcast and cloudy day, might rain later. Enji seemingly notices this.

“Feeling melancholy, oh sorry, I meant, are you feeling sad??” He pries, softly bumping you with his elbow to get you to pay attention to him.

“You kidna-” You got to interject, but get interrupted.

“I have something that might cheer you up! Look at this, my little ember!”

Enji reaches over to grab the wet batter, he pours a bit into one of his cupped hands, and after putting down the container, presses his other hand over it. After a few seconds, he pulls apart his hand to reveal a potato-shaped pancake with imprints of his hands on it, perfectly cooked.

You fail to look impressed, to which Enji sighs.

“You will find it more interesting when you have your own quirk, I bet!”

“...You realise I’m quirkless right?” You’ve been quirkless forever, you weren’t thrilled about it, but you made do, or you did, before this deranged hero kidnapped you.

“Do not worry, my sweet little cinder. You are just a late bloomer. Your powers will come in soon, I guarantee it! You are a todoroki! It is in your very nature!”

“But I-”

“You might even get a fire quirk like your old man! Imagine how much I could impart to you! Are you not excited?!”

“No, not rea-”

“You will go to UA of course, but that might be putting the cart before the horse, champ. We should think about primary school before that...”

Wait, what? Ignoring the fact that he’s trying to enrol you in primary school, this would mean you’d get out of the house, and presumably, to a teacher, who’d figure out you’re not a kid, and are in fact, being held against your will.

“I’d love to go to school Dad!” you cry enthuasatically, desperate to get out of the house.

“Ha! You’re certainly eager!” He saddles up beside you and pulls you into his side, tussling your hair.

“Although...School seems a bit dangerous, looking at UA and what happened with sho- maybe instead, we could try a different approach, my little ember.”

“But I’d really like to meet oth-” You need to force this issue, you can’t let him shut this issue down like this. This is your one chance to get outside the house.

“Hmmm! How about instead, you use packet learning for general education, and well, we will cross the hero bridge when we get to it. Heh, maybe I could teach you about being a hero and intern you myself if you try to get your hero license! Would that not be fun, your old man teaching you how to be a hero?”

He presses you into his side more, face pushed against his pecs, preventing you from speaking. It’s meant as a sort of hug, it mainly just hurts quite a bit.

“Just know I love you no matter what the outcome is, okay? Powers or no powers. Hero or no hero. You’ll always be my little ember!”

Despite your flails and protests, Enji carries you to the couch, sitting you down next to the TV. The sun has risen fully, becoming mid-morning.

“Alright, kiddo. Want to watch some cartoons? How about that backyard science one? We could try to replicate, er, repeat, the experiment later?”

“Could I-er, we, watch that detective movie? I saw an ad for it, it looked interesting?” The issue is gone now, he will only deflect any questions, you’ve tried MANY times to get that to work. Might as well get SOME enjoyment out of this day.

“Hmpfh, you saw an advertisment for that movie? I need to monitor what you watch more often, that is much too dark for a young mind like you! Let me put on that science show…”

Enji goes to grab the remote, but you slap it out of his hand.

“Stop this! Stop pretending that I’m your child! Stop trying to coddle me!“

Enji goes to touch your shoulder, concern plastered over his face, hiding something sinister.

“Don’t fucking touch me you creep! Everyone knows you fucked up your first chance at a good family life, and this isn’t a fucking do over, you abusive, coddling, tormentor!”

Enji sighs.

“And I was having such a nice morning too.”

Enji’s face grows dark as he stands up from the couch, before turning around and bending down to your level. Fast hands pinning your shoulders to your side, keeping you in place as an intimidating and vilanous look takes over his face.

“I will give you 5 seconds to apologise, and just maybe, I, your FATHER, can find it in my heart to lessen the SEVERE punishment you are getting, kid.”

“1”

“I’m sorry! Please! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

Enji’s face contorts into a smug smirk as confusion takes over yours.

“2”

“W-What? But-I’m sorry! Please listen to me!”

You thrash useleslly against the hands holding you in place, desperate to try and escape his gaze. Reduced to a whimpering and crying mess as you think of the ‘discipline’ your father will inflict.

“3”

“Please! I said I’m sorry! What more do you want from me?!”

You’re on the edge of hyper ventilating as Enji stares you down. His hands are warming up, grip tightening, only causing your thrashing to become even stronger. Your attempts to break free don’t even budge him an inch.

“4...Do not make me count to 5...”

“Please! Enj-Father! I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll eat those pancakes! I’ll play along! Please, don’t hurt me!”

Enji’s smug smile and piercing eyes will haunt your dreams.

“...5. I thought I had raised you better than that, my little cinder. Oh well, time to-”

Lightning and thunder interrupts the countdown, an ear-splitting crack emanating from outside the sealed house. Enji jumps to cover you, as you yelp, the already anxiety inducing conversation ruining your nerves so much a lightning strike scares you. Immediately, Enji’s menacing demeanor melted away.

“Oh, I thought it was a villi- nevermind.”

Enji looks down at you. Your form is shaking, tears spilling out of your eyes. Looking both catatonic and extremely wound up, as you fail to comprehend your surroundings, simply mumbling to yourself about punishment and forgiveness.

“S-Sorry. Forgive. Forgive m-me.I-I-”

“Do you see, my little ember? The threat of punishment WAS the punishment.

His hands pulled you into his broad chest, shushing you and rubbing warming hands up and down your back. You keep on crying, your turbulent emotions entirely out of control, not knowing how to react. You feel like your sanity is so fragile, anything will break it. You simply focus on a spot upon the wall, and nothing else.

“It is okay, ember. It is just thunder. I will protect you.”

“...not scared of thunder...” you mumble. He chooses to cocoon you further with his massive body, noticeably warming himself up to protect you from the potential cold.

“You do not need to lie, little one. I am not expecting you to be perfect, okay?”

He pauses, mulling over his next words.

“I am only expecting perfection from me.”

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wastelandlovingscenarios · 3 years

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crushing companions reacting to f!sole being caught under the mistletoe by someone who ISNT him?

omg, that’s so funny to think about. some are longer than others so i hope you don’t mind (also i got a little carried away). please enjoy! ❤️

i feel like i moved away from the topic but yknow.. ☠️

christmas/new years reacts are still open!

somehow, he was dragged into this and had no choice but to attend upon soles request, not being able to say no due to his obvious crush on her. now he was here, mindlessly listening to the chattering of the person who accompanied him during the party, being absolutely bored out of his mind despite the liveliness of the party. as the person continued on, words not being absorbed, his eyes scanned the area for sole, wanting to at least see her once during the whole event and hopefully strike a conversation before it ended.

he expected to see everything; her chatting with some people, maybe putting out some food, or playing with the kids, but what he didn’t expect was to find her under the mistletoe with someone else. someone that wasn’t him.

Danse:

his world stopped for a mere second, all his surroundings becoming blurred as he focused on the scene the raveled before him, unknowingly holding his breath while he did so. his mind slowly processed what was happening and once it completely settled in, a wave of genuine irritation and jealousy began to crash over him. danse being danse, he tries to keep his emotions under control as best as he can. on one hand, sole has the freedom to do anything and everything with anyone she pleases with... and on the other? he wants to pull her into his arms for him and him only.

as the person leans in for a kiss, he leaves no room for debate as he unconsciously rushes his way there, unable to cope with the idea of his precious crush sharing such contact with someone else. sole would yelp in shock as she was pulled away from the person without explanation. he ignored sole’s questions as he dragged her to a quiet corner, not thinking straight.

his eyes stayed on the individual, glaring at them silently with a displeased look as if sole wasn’t staring up at him with the most confused expression. the protective hold on her wrist never detached, the grip still as tight as when he first grabbed it.

she coughed to get his attention and his gaze immediately fell on her, forgetting that he had dragged her without a reason. he would be struck with horror, his heart stopping at the realization that he had done so without registering it. “so, uh. mind explaining what that was for?”

his face would go completely red, his mouth opening to respond, but much to his dismay, nothing came out. the words became tangled in his throat as he tried to come up with anything to cover him from the truth but eventually came to the conclusion that there was no way he could save himself at this point. swallowing nervously, he slowly slid the hand that grabbed her wrist to enevelope hers and with a flushed expression, he knew he had a lot of explaining to do. no better time to do it than christmas day, right?

Deacon:

if someone were to ask deacon why he was so afraid to fall in love again, this would be the exact reason why. he didn’t like the familiar feeling that began pooling in his stomach and the unwanted envy and insecurities that began to surface. instead of showing his discomfort, he smiled through it all and excused himself from the conversation, quickly sneaking up on them. he didn’t have a plan, but he knows damn well that he could at least make one.

before the person could lean in for a kiss, he’d pop out of no where, cutting the individual off even before they had the chance. with a “panicked” expression, he’d grab sole by the shoulder before she could let a word out, ignoring the confusion on her face. “charmer! i just came here to say...” he stopped for a moment, giving her the longest stare as the awkward silence began to build up, “..that you look great today, partner!”

she would send him a look of disbelief. “seriously, deeks? all that just to say i look good?”

“someone’s sounding a little ungrateful during the holiday season, tsk. a thank you would be nice.” he shook his head disapprovingly, both ignoring the individual that watched them dumbly, unsure of what to say. he then pointed to the door behind him while keeping a disappointed expression, “also, dogmeats totally destroying your vault suit.”

“he’s WHAT?!” sole nearly yelled, covering her moth instantly as she received stares left and right. with a paled expression, she’d laugh nervously and run towards the other way, excusing herself in a hurry. “sorry, gotta go!”

deacon would smile and pat himself on the back at the accomplishment of his mission. the person would be left dumbfounded at what just happened. “uhhh..”

with a smirk, he’d turn over to the individual and look up back at the mistletoe that hung above them. “so you gonna kiss me or what loverboy? these lips can’t wait forever.” and just like that, the person immediately shook their head and left the area with an embarrassed expression. he scoffed as he watched them drag away to another area of the party. that’ll teach them not to mess with him.

now he just needed to find another lie to tell sole when she realizes that dogmeat wasn’t at all destroying her vault suit but was instead sleeping by the fire.

Maccready:

maccready is many things; petulant, angry, and absolutely jealous to his core and does not bother to hide it. he disregards the person he’s talking to, immediately stomping off towards soles direction without a word spared to the individual that accompanied him. sole would hear the loud footsteps behind her and would turn around upon hearing the noise, seeing a red faced maccready making his way to them with the biggest scowl ever. the person would raise a brow, absolutely bewildered at macs behavior as they stepped forward in attempt to shield sole.

“hey man, you good-“

“take a hike, buddy.” mac shot back through gritted teeth, his tone full of venom. the persons confused and concerned expression would soon turn into a surprised one, full of disbelief at the words that left the mercenary’s mouth. before they could respond with just as much attitude, sole would stop the situation from escalating, a sweet tone in her voice.

“okay, okay. take it easy.” she cut in between the two heated individuals and slipped her hand in macs own, instantly earning a surprised and flustered from him. she looked at the person with a apologetic smile, “i’m sorry, please give us a moment.”

and just like that, she’d pull him to a more private area of the party, folding her arms with a demanding expression.

“what the hell was that?”

mac would try to pretend as if he was irritated, whining quietly but loud enough for her to hear. he’d throw his arms in the air dramatically in response, letting his emotions take over the best of him. “they were gonna kiss you!” then he began to panic more, realizing the position he dreadfully put himself in with little to no ways to take him out. “i mean- uh- they were gonna- i was-“

“so what if they were gonna kiss me?” she raised a brow, a small smirk forming on her face as she pieced together what was happening. “what then?”

“i- i-“ he began stammering, unable to find excuses this time around. he mentally beat himself up, instantly regretting the fact that he allowed his emotions to take control of the situation instead of his mind. ultimately, he gave up as soles eyes bored into him, his voice dying down into a quiet whisper. “i-i don’t know.”

sole would let out a laugh, entertained by his reaction, leaving mac a blushing and embarrassed mess as he looked towards the other direction, hands stuffed in his pockets. “don’t laugh at me.” he murmured, face growing more red.

she would immediately stop upon request but the smile on her face never left as she stepped forward, placing a hand on his bicep. “if you were trying to let me know you liked me, you got the message across.” mac grew rigid at the words that left her mouth but made no attempt to deny them, knowing the truth of it , “and just to give you a straight up answer..” she tiptoed and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, his eyes widening upon contact. he felt himself freeze at the softness of her lips.

“i like you too.” she whispered against his flushed skin and he nearly fainted from the intensity of the situation. what a way to celebrate christmas.

Hancock:

everyone knows hancock has it absolutely bad for sole, so for someone to approach her in such a brave manner secretly ticked him off. he saw the stupid ass smile that plastered that persons face and he wanted nothing more but to slap it off them. he’d look at the person accompanying him, holding a finger up to shush them for a moment with force, “hold that thought, sister/brother. got something i need to take care of.” and he’d immediately make his way to them, not wasting a precious second.

“sunshine!” he’d call out to sole with open arms and a smug smile, immediately attracting her attention away from the individual who wore an irritated expression upon seeing hancock. her face lit up with happiness, a grin stretching across her cheeks. “hey hancock!”

hancock would throw an arm over soles shoulders, gazing lovingly at them as she giggled. “looking beautiful as always, i see.” he chuckled at the redness forming on her cheeks. “so how’s my favorite girl doing?”

they’d continue on their conversation as if the other person wasn’t currently in their presence, wanting to continue where they left off. the endless compliments and inside jokes made them uncomfortable, unsure of what to do or say at the moment. “um hello?”

sole would smile sympathetically upon seeing the irritated expression on the persons face. “oh, sorry. got a little distracted.” hancock would cut in with a smirk, feeding off the persons reactions. “sorry brother/sister, we’re busy.” he pointed at the mistletoe above them, going straight to the point and sole let out a surprised, “huh?” with a flushed face. “now scram before i make you do it.”

the person cursed under their breath and stomped off elsewhere, leaving hancock satisfied and accomplished. sole would shyly look up at him. “so did you mean what you said or was that to help put me in a more comfortable position?”

he looked down at her, thinking for a moment but smiled warmly to ease her tension. “a mix of both, sunshine. if you’re still up for that kiss, i’d be more than happy to do so with your permission.”

she would become more flushed at his response but would grin happily. “you didn’t need a mistletoe to kiss me, hancock. i was more than willing to if you felt the same.”

“guess now we know, huh?” he’d whisper softly and tilt her chin up, slowly closing the distance between them both.

Nick Valentine:

nicks smile faltered in response, his eyes observing the scene before him for a little while. something in him throbbed with pain at the way the person smiled at her confidently as she stood still, not rejecting his offer and he took that as a sign that she allowed it. he excused himself from the conversation politely before it could happen and walked out of the room without a second thought to allow himself to have a breather. the muffled holiday music would fall on his ears as he took a seat on the patio, quietly attempting to push away the idea that sole was indeed having fun with someone else.

lighting up a cigerrate, he quietly watched the christmas lights that lit up the street with a sigh and took a drag, wanting to get the thought out of his mind as soon as possible. perhaps he’d head on back to diamond city as soon as he was done with his cigar, hopefully having the courage to thank sole for inviting him with a smile. nick wouldn’t realize how much time had passed or how long he’s been out in the cold until he heard a voice calling out his name faintly behind him.

“nick?” he’d look over his shoulder and immediately throw the cigar on the ground, stepping on it upon realizing who the voice belonged to. composing himself, he’d address her with a forced smile.

“hey there, doll.”

sole would smile back at him and stop in her tracks, looking at the empty spot near nick. “is this seat taken?”

“not at all. never taken for you.” sole giggled softly and sat near him, giving him some space. he quietly removed his jacket, placing it over her shoulders and she chortled, sending him a small thanks in return as she pulled the coat closer to her body. a silence surrounded the two for a moment before he broke it, not wanting to appear suspicious. “what brings you out here, doll?”

sole thought for a moment before responding, “i just came here to check on you.” she said with a worried smile, “i saw that you weren’t around and well.. they told me you just suddenly up and left the party, so i just had to check.”

he smiled, a warm feeling filling his body. even at times where she was occupied by other things, she still cared about his well being. “i’m doing just fine, no need to worry. besides, i know you’re busy with your date, so i wanted to give you some space.”

“my.. what?” she was pulled back at the words that left his mouth but then responded quickly upon realization, “oh! you mean the person you saw me with? no, no, nick that’s a misunderstanding!” she laughed. “they were just doing that whole mistletoe tradition thing, yknow. where they kiss and stuff... but i’m pretty sure you know about it.”

he gazed at her as she continued to speak, pausing in between as she processed her thoughts. she stared at the ground. “i didn’t kiss them though. i rejected them and told them i wasn’t interested.”

a sudden flood of relief washed over nick and he let out a breath he never knew he was holding, the dreading feeling in his chest immediately turning into nothing. “is that so?”

“yeah. i had other plans too, so it just wouldn’t work out either way.” she smiled with a blush, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. he looked at her with a curious expression. “did you manage to get around to those ‘other plans’?”

she blushed and scooted closer to him, leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek softly, immediately sending him to shock. his eyes fell on her the moment he realized what was happening and felt something inside him whir loudly. once she pulled away, she grinned at him shyly with a completely flushed face. “i have now.” she beamed happily as he touched the spot where she kissed, a smile of his own growing. “merry christmas, nick.”

he pulled her in, wrapping both his arms around her and kissed her temple lovingly as he whispered.“merry christmas, sole.” sole let out a pleased sigh at the contact, melting into his embrace.

Sturges:

sturges would swallow with a small, forced smile, trying to hide his discomfort in front of the eyes of others. much to his luck, he was great at doing that. his eyes would remain on her, not being able to avert it elsewhere no matter how hard he tried. despite his strange change of behavior, he’d still try to contribute the the conversation he was held hostage in, but give shorter replies, uninterested. a series of ‘uh-huh’, ‘yeah’, and hums would leave his mouth instead of well thought replies as he continued to focus on the scene nearby.

once sole presented a sign of discomfort that he was well aware of, he’d immediately excuse himself as apologetic as possible, quickly pacing to her. as he made it closer to them, he’d speak with a friendly tone, not wanting to make the situation worse. “hey now, is everythin’ alright here?” his eyes would flicker from sole for a while and then to the person who stood in front of her, a scowl on their face as they looked straight at him. he didn’t mind; if it meant irritating the person away from sole as far as possible, then so be it. he had no plans to leave now and he definitely wasn’t going to do so, even at soles commands.

“yeah, it’s just fine.” they said with an annoyed tone and sturges would reply with just as much attitude. “i wasn’t askin’ you.” he would then turn back to sole who smiled at him with relief, and he knew he made the right decision. “i’m okay, sturges.”

“i hope this fella wasn’t botherin’ ya too much, sole.”he commented loud enough for them to hear and their face went red with anger as they shot him a glare. “whatever, man.” and would stalk off towards the other direction with mumbled insults.

he’d sigh disapprovingly as he watched the person walk off childishly and then look back at her with a smile. “you okay, sweetheart?”

“of course i am. i was about to tell him off anyway.” she smiled happily at him and he felt his heart melt at the sight. “i’m glad you stepped up and saved me the trouble though. i really appreciate it.”

“no need for a thank you. i just did what was right.”

sole laughed and tiptoed, resting a hand on his cheek and before sturges could react, she placed a lingering kiss on his cheek, closing her eyes in bliss as she did so. once she retreated, she caught the familiar crimson that dusted his cheeks and giggled at the surprised expression on his face.

“my way of saying thank you since you won’t accept it and, uh..” she pointed at the mistletoe above them and he smiled nervously, letting out a shaky laugh. “gotta follow the tradition, yknow?”

“well, ain’t that a lovely way to say thank you.”

she nodded, taking both his hand in hers and stepped closer so that he could hear her murmur. “hope you don’t mind me saying thank you like that from now on.”

he leaned his forehead on hers and chuckled. “not at all.”

Preston:

preston would immediately show reaction to it, his smile dropping completely and his eyes widening in what seemed like terror and devastation. the words around him would become nothing but static and the music would be blurred as he felt time slow down. he knew sole deserved the best, but deep down, he hoped he was the best for her and maybe this was just the answer he was waiting for all along. with a heavy heart, he’d look away from the scene before it could happen and grow uncharacteristically silent throughout the whole conversation. he didn’t even bother to spare a second glance and tilted his hat down, afraid of what he’ll see.

when sole approached him later that night during the party, he jolted and automatically felt his heart drop as he met eyes with the one person he had it bad for. he tried his best to pull a smile but failed miserably as it looked absolutely forced.

“hey preston, not enjoying the party or something?” she said quietly, taking a seat next to him on the couch. the concern on her face meant she was picking up the unusual signs he was exhibiting and he felt panicked, knowing there was no escape.

“just not feeling it, that’s all.” he responded, looking back down at his drink on in his hand.

“we both know that’s a lie, preston. i can see right through you.” well it was worth a shot. “mind telling me what’s on your mind?”

he thought for a moment, wondering if it was worth telling sole about his feelings at this point since he had already gotten his answer. maybe he could fake it with a smile and carry on with the conversation casually in hopes that she’ll eventually drop it or maybe he could excuse himself elsewhere for the rest of the night to think to himself. instead, he just let out a deep breath and put down his drink.

“mind if we talk outside then?” sole smiled and nodded, standing from the couch and offered him a hand to help him up. they exited the building and walked down the quiet streets of sanctuary, side by side. sole remained quiet, waiting for preston to break the silence instead of forcing it out of him.

“you know what i’m about to tell you, i hope it doesn’t change anything between us.” he filled the stillness of the air and felt a small hand gently grab his bicep to stop him from walking any further. he looked back and caught the reassuring smile on her face. “you know it won’t change anything.”

he looked down at his feet, a blush forming on his face. “i know.” he breathed, “ i know it wont. you’re not like that.” she let out a hum of agreement.

“i guess.. i guess i was just upset that i saw you with someone else under the mistletoe.” he murmured, voice dying down the more he spoke, “and that i lost my chance.”

sole looked at him, baffled for a moment. “lost your chance? what do you mean?” he picked up his head to gaze at her with a defeated smile, lightly scratching the nape of his neck. “to tell you i like you, i guess. seems like someone already beat me to it.”

“what?” she looked confused and stepped forward, trying to explain herself, “preston, you’ve got it all wrong. i didnt kiss them! i left to go find you after i checked up on a few people.”

he stood there, wide eyed while trying to process the words that left his mouth and he realized in horror that he based off things due to his assumptions. “i- uhm, excuse me? you didn’t uh-“

“no, i didn’t kiss them preston and well, you could say i know who i want.” she grinned happily at him with a blush on her cheeks, keeping her hand on his bicep. he felt his heart beat loudly against his chest and he was caught off guard upon registering what she meant. “oh. oh!” a smile slowly grew on his face as he beamed at sole, holding both her shoulders in excitement. all signs of devastation and sadness immediately washed away as if it wasn’t there in the first place. “that’s - that’s great! oh my god! i-i don’t know what to say!”

“you don’t need to say anything.” sole laughed and moved her hand to his cheek, brushing her thumb over his skin. “just kiss me. you know, a celebratory one.. since it’s christmas and as my way of saying i feel the same way.” he nodded, leaning in to connect their lips.

“of course.”

Gage:

as if this party wasn’t bad enough already; the person talking was annoying the shit out of him and now the only person he’s ever had a crush on was being hit on by some low life. his scowl that was already there would only deepen more upon seeing that unsettling scene but would watch from afar, hand ready on his gun just in case some funny business were to arise. as much as he wants to put a bullet right between their eyes, he resists, waiting for some kind of signal from sole to give him the go.

without looking at the person who accompanied him, he’d speak gruffly, his expression absolutely twisted in anger. “shut the fuck up, will ya?” and they did, slowly sliding away from him in fear. he kept his eye on her, patience running thin as they grew closer to sole by the second. the second their hand stroked her arm flirtatiously, he snapped and made his way to them without a second thought, hand already drawing his gun.

“youd look better with a smile.” they commented as sole rolled her eyes, obviously unintimidated by their behavior. the sound of a gun cocking behind the person would stop her from responding and she’d peek behind them, seeing a furious gage glaring at the back of their head. the room went quiet, watching the scene before them but not daring to butt in, knowing gage was a tough one to take down. after all, they knew the safest route to this was for sole to take care of the situation before it escalated.

“and you’d look better with red,” he threatened, pressing the gun harder against the back of their head. “lots of it.”

the individual would turn a deathly white as they shook in fear, paralyzed. through stuttered words, they’d try to explain themselves, “i-i-its a tradition, the mistletoe! it’s - it’s just something w-we do every ch- christma-“

gage would shoot the mistletoe above them and sole watched as it fell to the ground, broken into pieces as sole sighed at the sad sight. “stupid ass tradition if ya asked me.”

she’d sigh and fold her arms, tapping her foot almost impatiently. “gage, quit it.” she demanded with an irate expression, “leave it and let’s go.” when gage refused to withdraw the weapon, sole sent him a sharp look. “now.”

and just like that, the person would let out a breath as gage retreated, mumbling some colorful language under his breath as he made his way to sole. they both walked past the silence crowd and once they made their way far enough from the party, she stopped in her tracks and faced him with a smirk. “jealous much?”

“i ain’t jealous. that was just getting’ ridiculous and embarrassin’.” he commented, looking elsewhere with a scowl.

“sure you weren’t.” she teased, earning a glare from the raider, “can’t deny that you wanted to kiss me though and you definetly wouldn’t think that tradition was stupid if you were under the mistletoe with me instead.”

he rolled his eyes and walked past her, wanting to hide the growing blush on his cheeks. “shut the hell up and keep walking, boss. we ain’t ever gonna make it back to nuka world with all yer blabberin’.” he stayed silent, knowing well that whatever sole had just told him was utterly true to the core and there was no absolute way he could deny it.

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Stockholm Syndrome - Five

Pairings: Dark!Stucky x Reader

Word count:2450

Series Summary: You would make the perfect wife for Bucky and Steve. A perfect mother to their children. They have dreamt of this, of you, for so long now. You just have no idea that they exist or how badly they want you for themselves.

Chapter Summary: The boys make good on their plans to gain her trust.

Warnings: kidnapping, noncon, swearing, drugging, angst, smut, injury detail 18+ only

A/N: Sorry for the delay.!Things are starting to get interesting. We see a softer side of Steve and our girl is confused by the feelings she may or may not be developing.

Thank you so much to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for beta readering this for me. I don’t know what I would do without the lovely Carly. ilysm hun 😘

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Please read all warning carefully, do not read if any of them are triggers

The throbbing pain in your hands woke you. A sharp cry escaped your lips as you tried to bend your fingers but found the action unbearable, the noise also making you painfully aware of how sore your throat was after screaming. When you looked at your hands under the warm morning light, it was clear who had been the winner in your fight. The door whilst covered in blood, was completely undamaged. However, the swollen skin on your hands was split, caked in dried blood and covered by bruises of black and blue.

The lock on the door clicked and you winced as you sat up and attempted to pull the covers tighter around your body. Steve stepped through the door carrying a tray. He internally cursed when he saw the fear and nervousness in your eyes. Steve moved slowly to avoid scaring you further and placed the tray on the bedside table.

“I brought you some lemon and honey,” he said quietly, “figured you might need it after last night.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded minutely. Your eyes flicked across to the tray and you saw a bowl of water which was giving off the slight smell of antiseptic, there were also some torn up bits of cloth and bandages.

“Those cuts could get infected if you don’t clean them. I can come back in a bit and clean up the door,” Steve looked like he wanted to say something else but stopped himself. He smiled at you and turned to leave.

Looking at the bowl again you realised what you had to do. “Steve,” your voice was so hoarse you nearly didn’t recognise it as your own. Steve stopped immediately and spun to face you, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. “I can’t move my hands, could you help me…please?”

Steve tried to hide his joy at you asking him for help. “Um yeah sure,” he made his way over to you and pointed to the space beside you on the bed. “May I?” he asked.

You nodded at him, eyes wide as you watched him sit on the edge of the bed, one leg folding under the other so that he was angled towards you.

He placed the bits of cloth into the water and swirled them around with his fingers. He wrung the excess liquid out of one and held his other hand out towards you. You dropped the covers and shuffled towards him placing your left hand in his open palm.

“Sorry Y/N but this might hurt a bit,” he dabbed your knuckles gently a couple of times making you flinch. “Sorry,” Steve murmured before carefully repeating the process, making sure that he had been over each cut a few times. “We can take a break before we do the other hand?” he offered.

You simply nodded at him and he lowered your hand to the bed and turned his attention to the tray.

“Do you want a bit of this?” he pointed at the drink.

“Please,” you almost smiled at him but stopped yourself, he was still your captor even if he was being nice.

Steve held the cup out towards you, but you hissed as you tried to hold it in your hands. “Let me,” he lifted the cup up to your lips and tilted it slightly so you could take a sip. The warm liquid soothed your throat and as he moved the cup away from your mouth his eyes locked with yours. For the first time you didn’t feel like hurling any abuse at him.

You frowned slightly as you averted your eyes. This shouldn’t be happening, you should be angry right now, he locked you in your room like a child and now you were being civil to him. You bit back your thanks and placed your other hand in Steve’s so he could clean up the mess you’d made of yourself. Steve didn’t try to make conversation but worked as quickly and carefully as he could. Every now and again you found yourself staring at his face, the way his blue eyes followed every movement of his hands or the way his face scrunched as he concentrated on a particularly deep gash. Steve could sense you were looking at him, he resisted the urge to look back at you, or cup your cheek in his hand. Bucky was right; they needed to earn your trust, especially after how he had been over the last 24 hours.

Once he was done, he stood, placing the latest bit of bloody cloth back on the tray. “They need bandaging up, but I imagine you’ll want a shower first?” You nodded at him. “Ok, well I’ll leave you to it and Buck will bandage them up later. If you need anything just shout.”

“Thanks Steve,” the words fell from your mouth before you realised what you were saying.

Steve was stunned “Uhhh no problem.” He quickly left, closing the door behind him, and broke into a big grin. That was progress. It was only the second day and you were already learning some manners, letting them take care of you.

“Fuck,” you groaned quietly as Steve shut the door behind him. You gingerly climbed from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, all the while inwardly cursing yourself for being so submissive. The bathroom was larger than the one you had in your apartment; a roll-top bath against one wall, a large walk-in shower on the other, fluffy towels folded onto a shelf near the door. In the vanity cabinet you found all your usual toiletries, not that you were completely surprised by this. This had clearly been planned for a while; it was obvious now that they had been to your apartment before taking you and probably knew more about you than anyone you’d ever met.

As you stood under the cascading shower, you didn’t notice the small camera in the wall above the shower fittings. Steve saw how you winced every time a little bit of shampoo or conditioner got into wounds on your knuckles. As Steve watched your hands trail over your body, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the tightening of his trousers. Of course, Steve had seen you naked plenty of times whilst they had been observing you, but this was different. This time, you were theirs and if things continued to progress like they had this morning, then you would soon be theirs in every sense of the word.

Deciding that he couldn’t ignore it any longer, he pulled his throbbing cock out of his sweats. As you tilted your head back to rinse your hair, Steve quickly spat on his hand and wrapped it around his length. His movements started slow as his eyes trailed up and down your curves, watching the water run down the valley between your breasts and the droplets of water stuck to the dimples at the bottom of your spine. Steve imagined it was your hand wrapped around his cock, delicate fingers gliding up and down, twisting gently over his weeping tip. It didn’t take long for him to reach the edge, his pace quickening as he devoured your naked body with his eyes. He came with a shuddering grunt, his spend spilling over his hand. It was almost as if you knew that Steve had finished because just as his cock gave its last twitch, you turned off the shower and quickly covered yourself up, inadvertently ending Steve’s private show. He sighed and got to his feet, heading to his bathroom to clean himself up.

You thought carefully about what you were going to wear, doing buttons up would have been painful and difficult considering the pulsating pain in your hands. Finally, you settled on a pair of leggings and a long sweater, pulling them on gingerly before checking over yourself in the mirror. In reality you had only been away from home for a couple of days, but you could barely recognize the person looking back at you. Your eyes, normally so bright and alert, looked sunken and defeated. You bit down on your bottom lip, the pain giving your mind some clarity. This was not going to be your life. You were going to find a way out.

Bucky was in the kitchen when you made your way downstairs, his back to you as he continued cooking.

“Morning Y/N, pancakes alright with you?” He called still not turning to face you.

“How did you know…”, you said quietly.

“What, that it was you?” he glanced back over his shoulder and grinned, “believe it or not your footsteps sound a little different to Steve’s. Plus, I can hear better than most.” He turned his attention back to the pan in front of him. “Take a seat, they’re nearly done, you want juice or coffee?”

“Coffee, but I can make it,” you offered.

Bucky shook his head. “I’m guessing you can barely move your hands right now, the last thing you should be doing is making scalding hot coffee. You’d end up in more pain than you already are.”

“Suppose that makes sense,” you shrugged, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Bucky brought over a stack of pancakes for you topped with blueberries and lashings of maple syrup. They smelled incredible making you wonder how a trained assassin became so proficient in cooking. You watched as Bucky brought over his own plate along with 2 cups of coffee. He sat down beside you and picked up his knife and fork and began to tuck in. Your face scrunched in pain as you tried to cut up your food, a small gasp escaping your lips as you gripped the knife.

“Shit, sorry I didn’t think,” Bucky plucked the cutlery out of your hand and began to slice up your pancakes.

“I could have done that myself,” you tried to argue.

“I know you could’ve,” he humoured you. “But I can do it quicker and it means you’re not in pain.” You scowled at him briefly. “There’s nothing wrong with accepting a little bit of help. We said we were gonna take care of you, and we meant it.” Bucky pushed your plate back towards you and handed you your fork.

Weirdly enough you believed him. There was something about Bucky that made you trust him. He hadn’t shown you the same aggression and frustration Steve had shown you; he’d actually been quite caring. It was throwing you slightly and you found it difficult to feel the anger you should have felt towards him.

Bucky didn’t wait for you to start eating before returning his attention to his own meal, but he smiled a little as you took the first bite. You let out a little hum of satisfaction as a blueberry popped in your mouth.

Your eyes widened as you realised you had just made that sound out loud.

“Good?” Bucky chuckled.

“Mmmm it’s ok,” you mumbled.

“Careful,” he teased, “that nearly sounds like a compliment.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Bucky smiled but didn’t say anything more as you both finished your breakfast in silence. After clearing the dishes, Bucky came and sat back down near you and dropped some bandages onto the table.

“Gonna have to put these on so you don’t get an infection,” he looked at you for any sign of protest.

“Ok,” you said, moving your right hand so that it was resting on the table in front of him.

Bucky unwrapped one of the bandages and picked up your hand with his flesh hand. “Keep your hand there ok?” You nodded at him. He held the end of the bandage against your skin and his metal hand began to wrap it around. The whirring sound from the plates in his arm made you jump and pull your hand away.

“Shit, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. I forgot you’re not used to my arm,” he placed his metal arm on the table and looked down at it. You could see the mixture of shame and disgust on his face as he looked at it. It was impossible not to feel sorry for the super soldier at this point.

You reached out and placed your half-bandaged hand on his arm. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting the noise that’s all.”

His blue eyes flicked up and settled on yours, searching for any sign of fear. When he realised you still hadn’t removed your hand from the vibranium arm he gave a small smile. “It’s alright, suppose I’ve gotten used to it now. Do you want me to finish off or do you want to wait for Steve?”

“Can you do it Bucky?” his heart nearly did a somersault at hearing you say his name for the first time.

“Sure,” he picked your hand up again and continued carefully. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed how your eyes followed his metal hand as it worked with a sense of curiosity. “You can ask you know?” he said quietly as he tied off the bandage on the first hand.

You bit down on your lip and frowned slightly. “How did it happen?” you spoke so quietly even Bucky nearly missed it.

He told you the story of how he lost his arm and then how he ended up with his other arm. Of course, you knew a little about it, there had been a big split in the avengers at one point because of the ex-hydra assassin but you had never truly known what the man in front of you had endured.

You reached out your hand and placed it on top of his. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, Bucky,” you felt warm tears rolling down your cheeks.

Bucky leant across and swiped away the tears with his thumb. “Hey, don’t cry. I’m alright. I’m not worth your tears ok?” he said softly. “Let’s get this other hand sorted.”

You nodded and let him work. Your mind fuzzy with all the conflicting feelings that were overwhelming you. If this were under any other circumstance you felt you really could have fallen for the man in front of you. But this wasn’t in any way normal. He had kidnapped you. Sure, he was softer than Steve, seemingly more caring but just as complicit. Bucky having finished the job, was looking at you with such adoration on his face that it nearly convinced you he meant it. You smiled back at him. Perhaps you may just be able to use this to your advantage.

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firelxdykatara · 3 years

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You’re doing a LoK rewrite, correct? Would be really interested in hearing how you plan on fixing Suyin’s character and the Lin-Suyin conflict because……. oh boy. Man there’s a lot to unpack there. This is what happens when we don’t let Toph just raise her fucking kids for the sake of pushing a stupid as hell narrative about working women and single motherhood.

I am indeed!

In... you know, the way I'm doing most of my big potential projects, in that I have a folder with some documents that have plot notes and... some day I may actually get full, finished fics out of them (h2o AU is in there, as is my voltron!atla fusion AU, and uhhhh my book 3 atla rewrite, and a few other things), so... but I will say that the docs I have for my LoK rewrite so far amount to roughly 4.2k words of just Plot and Character Notes, which may some day turn into words of Story, hopefully.

ANYWAY, POINT IS: yes, this exists, and I have Many Many Thoughts.

Including how the Gaang kids would shake out! Cause I know I'm doing Zutara, and maybe Tokka???? Although I don't wanna just leave Suki out either... maybe a throuple??? Or Sukka having an amicable breakup before Sokka and Toph get together--maybe she already has Lin by then, and Sokka helps support her through the grief of losing Kanto???? Idk honestly, I haven't actually figured any of that out definitively yet except that Aang was perfectly happy to settle down with an Air Acolyte from one of the rebuilt temples because he grew up and out of his crush on Katara pretty easily once he hit puberty and matured a bit.

UHHH none of which is actually an answer to your question, because it's a valid one! Which is why I've been sitting on this a while (10 days I'm so sorry) bc I haven't made any solid decisions but I've been letting it percolate around my head a bit. And the more I think about it, the more I really like the Sukka -> Tokka idea (and I don't want to kill off Suki since the kids all deserve their awesome Kyoshi warrior auntie in their lives, and also I want a Sukka kid to be besties with Iara [zuko and katara's youngest] so maybe she gets with someone else after she and Sokka split? I could be talked into Ty Lee/Suki actually, the more I think about it....), but obviously having a stable father figure and a Toph who is... not what LoK made her out to be will dramatically change the Beifong family dynamic.

That said, I think I actually have a solution. (I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do.) Toph has Lin with Kanto--and he passes away when Lin is two or three, which is why she has very few memories of her father. (Although none of this 'she doesn't even know his name until she's 50+ cause Toph didn't tell her daughters about their fathers' bullshit.) Sokka is there for her through it all (all of the gaang is, of course, but you know that it sometimes just hits different when it's someone you're also starting to fall in love with, especially when there are older and much more deeply buried feelings there that are now resurfacing, because at least in my version Toph was deeply in love with Sokka when they were teenagers, but he was in love with Suki and she also loved Suki so she didn't want to mess up anything about their family or the group dynamics by making her feelings anyone else's problem), they fall in love, get married and have Suyin.

(Sokka may jokingly refer to it as a shotgun wedding, but the truth is he wanted to propose well before he found out she was pregnant, his attempts just kept getting messed up in increasingly comedic fashion.)

Throughout all of this, Republic City has been established, Sokka is Chancellor, Toph is something of a defacto police chief--mostly because, at the time, no one else was willing to volunteer, and she jokingly offered to whip the law enforcement, but unfortunately everyone else at the meeting took her seriously. However, she is also the founder of the probending league, and basically her feelings about law enforcement are complicated and she actively discouraged her kids from joining the force which is part of why Lin did. How else do you have a teen rebel phase with a parent like Toph? (Which, in this instance, means tough and firm but fair, with a 'you break it, it's up to you to fix it' attitude and very little desire to actually control her daughters and their behavior.)

Ah, but here's the rub.

Suyin is ten years old when Sokka dies, and Lin is sixteen. I'm not sure how he's killed--maybe by Yakone, to tie it into my plans for Amon and book 1. (Note that I'm not sure when the Yakone bloodbending trial happened in canon, but it doesn't matter. The timeline I'm gonna build will be completely different post-comet, and I'll eventually write it all down so that I can keep things straight.) Which would incidentally provide excellent means of having Katara have a very personal stake in the Amon conflict, and perhaps color the fight between him and Iara, but I'm getting off track. And I think Sokka being killed by Yakone, and Toph being unable to protect or save him, or deliver her own brand of justice to avenge him (because Aang is there to stop her and.... shit probably got ugly, I suspect she didn't talk to Aang for at least twenty years after Sokka's death--and this isn't to say I think Toph is particularly violent or murderous, but in that moment, she absolutely wanted to kill the man with her bare hands, and however much she may have regretted it afterwards, she took a very long time to forgive Aang for stopping her in the first place), is what results in Toph stepping down as police chief.

She didn't withdraw from her daughters or fuck off into the swamp or anything (words cannot express how much I hate that part of her canon history), but she did grieve for a very long time. Lin, meanwhile, felt like it was up to her to keep her family together, while also feeling a desperate need to... prove herself, I think. And because her mother was so adamant that she not join the police force, that's exactly what she does. I think Lin completely misread Toph's intentions, too, and believed that the discouragement was because her mother didn't think she had what it takes, when in reality I think Toph was scared of Lin losing herself in the job like she herself had begun to, and eventually coming up on something she couldn't change or fix and making the same mistakes she had.

(I think Toph and Lin have communication issues largely because they are both headstrong and willful, but where Toph thought she was giving her daughters the room they would need to make their own way, what Lin desperately craved was direction and she felt like that was something her mother simply couldn't understand.)

Suyin, on the other hand, fell in with a bad crowd like in canon. I think that what she desperately needed was attention, similar to Lin craving direction, and Toph was trying so hard not to be her own parents that she went a little too far in the other direction and Suyin began to feel like it didn't matter what she did, her mom wouldn't care, or get angry, or discipline her, or anything. Lin and Suyin butted heads a lot growing up, too, especially after Sokka's death, because Lin tried to rein in her sister's behavior and this was met with resistance and derision because Suyin felt like Lin was trying to be both mom and dad and she was neither but her big sister would never admit to being just as lost as she was and it made her furious.

So when Suyin is sixteen, and Lin is twenty-two and new to the force, The Big Rift happens. Lin catches Suyin and her gang, tries to apprehend her, gets a scar on her face in the ensuing conflict. But instead of abusing her power and sending her problem child off to her mother before fucking off to the swamp to avoid the consequences of her actions, Toph tries to actually fix things. Suyin cools her heels in prison for a while, because she was paralyzed by guilt at the time when she hurt her sister (a few inches lower and she could have slit her throat), and was still there when Lin's backup arrived.

Uhhhhhhhhhhh..... I'm so sorry I rambled for so long, BUT THE UPSHOT IS: I think Suyin learned a bit about culpability and taking responsibility for her own actions, Toph realized that her daughters had different needs than she did at their age (and I think a lot of the problem was that grief clouded her own ability to connect with her daughters, and in trying to not be her own parents she lost sight of how to be the parent her own daughters needed), and Lin, I think, had to realize that she had never fully processed the loss of not one but two fathers and had turned to her job in order to avoid actually confronting the grief that had overshadowed her childhood.

However, she did not forgive Suyin, at least not right away--and she wasn't forced or expected to. Suyin understood that she crossed a serious line, she took her lumps and did her time, and no one shamed Lin for her anger. I think, as a result, she had less reason to hold onto that bitterness, and perhaps by the time the story actually begins, she and Suyin are on much better terms, though I haven't worked it out exactly yet.

UHHH yeah I went on for days lmao. All of this is subject to change, too, depending on the needs of the story whenever I get around to actually writing it all down, BUT these are my initial thoughts, at least.

#atla #lin beifong #toph beifong #suyin beifong #tokka #lok rewrite #lok rewrite notes #precious-metal-girl #asked

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auroracalisto · 3 years

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perfect slice of heaven

summary: in an attempt to save you, dean made you leave. he never realized that it would cost you both everything.

pairing: dean x reader

word count: 1.7k words

warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, angst with a happy ending, uhhh i don’t want to spoil anything but mentions of Heaven, Hell, and resurrection, mentions of attacks, depiction of life-threatening wounds, breakups, uh, blood, wounds, more blood

a/n: i started writing this and i couldn’t stop. supernatural is legit the perfect show for angst. sorry, i don’t make the rules

It was never supposed to have been this way.

The blood that pooled around you, the coolness that overtook your body.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

You were supposed to have lived. To have had a life, just like Dean wanted you to. You were supposed to have gone out and had a child, a family, a proper job where you could have some apple pie life.

But here you were, lying in a pool of your own blood, wishing that Death would take you sooner.

While you waited for the release you so craved, you began to think. Is this what Dean wanted for you? A life away from him? No sort of protection, other than yourself? He couldn’t have possibly expected you to move on. He was your everything. You remembered leaving him like it was yesterday.

“Dean, what do—Dean, stop. Look at me. What the hell are you saying?”

“I’m saying you need to leave. Just go, [Your name]. Stop wasting your time on a damn relationship that’s going to Hell.”

You slowly blinked at him, turning fully to face him. “Where is all this coming from?”

“You just need to leave, [Your name]. I don’t want to have to argue about this. I don’t want to be in a relationship with you anymore. Just go.”

You wondered if it was his way of protecting you from hurting anymore than you already did. But now, you just knew that his futile attempt at protecting you backfired, just like many other things in your life. Being a hunter was dangerous. You knew that before you became one. But Dean made your life better. Happier. Fuller.

Sam was asleep in the back of the Impala, every now and then snoring and alerting the two of you that he wasn’t about to wake up.

As Dean drove along, you moved to where you could rest your head on his shoulder. “You know,” you smiled, glancing up at him through your lashes. “It would be fun to take a break.”

“A break?” he quickly looked down at you before returning his gaze to the black stretch of highway before him. “Like a vacation.”

“Exactly.”

“Where would we go?” he chuckled softly.

Hell, the two of you never went on a vacation. But creating plans. Knowing he wanted to go just as badly as you did. It made your heart swell.

As you laid there, you could feel your heart pounding. You wondered why you had the same feeling as you so often did talking to Dean, but then you realized it was your heart working overtime as you bled out in your living room.

It was never supposed to be this way.

It was never supposed to have ended so suddenly. Dean was supposed to have eventually come back around and asked you to take him back. Hell, it wasn’t the first time this had happened, to begin with. But you knew that it wouldn’t ever happen again. This would be the last time that you could even think of something like that.

With a shaky hand, you tried to force yourself to sit up. Pain rippled through your body, but you pulled yourself over to your phone that sat near the shattered coffee table. You were grateful your phone hadn’t been destroyed, and with what little of your adrenaline rush you had left, you called Dean’s number.

He never picked up.

You let out a soft sob as the voicemail began to record. “Dean,” you started, a shuddering breath coming soon after. “Dean, I love you. And I want you to know that no matter what, I don’t blame you for anything. You telling me to leave… this… this happening. Nothing… is your fault. I love you, more… more than you know it, you know?” You took in a labored breath, pressing your back up against the wall. You looked at the pool of blood that trailed underneath you from the spot you had been lying in.

“Dean, there’s so much blood,” you whispered. “I… I’m surprised I haven’t passed out yet,” you closed your eyes. “Maybe… maybe it’s because I needed to talk to you. To hear your voice. But… you can hear me. That—that’s enough. Yeah, that’s enough. Dean,” you coughed, tears forming in your eyes. “I don’t… don’t know who or what attacked me. But—but don’t, don’t you dare, don’t go looking for them. It’s okay, Dean,” you said, your hand growing weak and your eyes growing heavy. “I love you, Dean.”

The voicemail beeped one last time, alerting you that your time limit for the message was up. You let your phone drop to your side and you slowly rested your head back on the wall. In a moment of weakness, you thought out a short prayer to Castiel, hoping that somehow, he would hear you.

And for once in your life, you let the darkness overtake you.

It was an hour later that Dean had managed to charge his phone and get a signal back onto it. Sam had forced him out to hunt a nest of vampires, claiming that it would “help get his mind off of you.” Whatever the hell that meant.

Dean only froze when his phone came on and he saw the voicemail. You never called him.

Dean quickly played it, putting it up to his ear. His heart broke when he heard your voice. And his entire world felt like it was crashing as he heard you talk about blood and how you hadn’t passed out yet. When the voicemail ended, he quickly called you back—multiple times over. But your phone just buzzed beside you, and your body made no move to answer it.

You were gone.

You were gone, and it wasn’t due to something of Dean’s irrational mind. You were gone because he wasn’t there. You had been living in a nice neighborhood, trying to live that apple pie life, and you were gone. You were gone doing something that Dean had practically forced onto you, and there was nothing that he could do about it now.

It was only seconds after you had passed that Castiel heard your prayer. And it was only minutes later that he found where you were in Heaven.

It shocked you when you saw him. “Cas?”

The angel began to smile. “[Your name]. I heard you and I came. I’m afraid I came a moment too late.”

“Why am I in Heaven?” you asked, a confused look on your face.

He chuckled softly. “Sam and Dean are both meant to go to Heaven due to the acts of other angels. I made sure that you would come as well, especially when your pure heart should have ended up in Heaven to begin with, [Your name].”

You took in a deep breath. Heaven was definitely something. No pain, no heartache, and the faint memories of what you had while you were hurting on Earth. Everything else just exemplified what you loved on Earth. Dean was in your Heaven. But you knew it wasn’t right. As soon as you arrived, you knew it wasn’t your Dean. And you knew you weren’t alive.

Castiel placed a hand on your shoulder and he gave you another smile. “I’ll give you a choice. You can stay here and prevent yourself from any harm. Or…”

“Or?”

“I can take you back to your body.”

“Can you heal me?”

Cas smiled. “Of course I can.”

You thought for a moment, taking another look at your little Heaven before you nodded. Dean would be lost without me, you thought. You didn’t know if that was true—but a part of you wanted to believe that.

Just moments after Dean had busted down the door to your home, he saw Castiel kneeling over your body and a soft glow emanating from your wounded abdomen. Dean rushed over, practically scrambling to your side as soon as he was down on his knees. He quickly cupped your cheeks, looking you over as your eyes peeled open.

He pressed a rough, yet passionate kiss to your lips, tears forming in his eyes.

“I thought—I thought you were dead—”

“I was.”

Dean’s eyes widened as he looked back at Castiel.

He had taken a seat on the couch and he most definitely looked like he was a hot mess. He rested his head back and without a warning, he passed out. He exerted much of his energy bringing you back.

Dean looked back down at you and he couldn’t help his tears from falling. “I am so sorry… I never should have made you leave.”

You gave him a weak smile. “You didn’t know something like this would have happened.”

“No. No, but I should have seen it coming. I should have. I—”

You reached up, pressing a gentle hand to his cheek. “But I’m here. Cas brought me back… It’s alright. I’m alright.”

“You look like a disaster,” Dean mumbled, leaning against your hand.

You scoffed. “I feel like it.”

Dean hesitantly smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “Never again. I will never allow something like this to happen again. I am so sorry, [Your name].”

You just smiled, taking in a deep breath. Perhaps your life would have been better cut short. You might have had it better off in your picture perfect Heaven. But right now, looking at Dean, you knew that he needed you more than you needed that apple pie life. You knew that he wouldn’t make it without you being around, even if he would never admit it.

Carefully, Dean brought you into a hug and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I promise you, I’ll take care of whoever did this in the first place.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. “I’m sure you will. But uh… maybe… maybe for now, help me take a bath. I… feel disgusting.”

He let out a soft laugh. “You come back from the dead and the first thing you want is to take a bath?” he smiled down at you. “I hate to say that I can understand.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm, but you didn’t argue. This would definitely be traumatic, but now, you knew that everything would be okay. At least, you hoped it would be.

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