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theyandereonmyoji · 2 years

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Yandere Boom!Sonic and Boom!Metal Sonic Headcanons

Hoo boy this one was harder than I thought it would be, and my life got a tad busier than I thought it would, but finally I can post this, hope you enjoy! CW: mentions of kidnapping and murder Boom!Sonic

He’s a lot more sarcastic and subtle when it comes to his feelings. It’s mostly like how the main canon version would act when he wants you to see him as the coolest, just that bumped up to 11. This will in turn makes him a bit less affectionate that counterpart. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t show that he cares about you, he always checks up on you after every fight with Eggman, which in this universe is in a daily basis. This helps him have an excuse to hang out with you, even if just for a bit. After all, gotta make sure all of Eggman’s robots have been destroyed, can’t have one roaming around free and hurting (you) people.

Any funny shenanigans he and his friends might get involved in will end up you getting involved, mostly because Sonic suggested getting your help for whatever they were doing that day (he won’t admit it was his idea tho, he’ll probably say it was Amy or Tails). At first, there’s no harm to this, just impromptu adventures that make your life more interesting. Yet, it doesn’t take too long for these “adventures” to start only involving you two in more isolated areas, where you basically just watch him showing off how cool he is. At a certain point, you’ll just encounter him everywhere, and while logic might tell you that you shouldn’t be surprised since it’s a small village after all, you can’t shake off the feeling that something about all of this is a bit ominous.

He’s probably way better (or worse) at making up excuses on the spot than his mainline counterpart, if main canon Sonic memorized every excuse in the book, then it’s the same book his Boom counterpart wrote. He was in the same shop of a certain thing you know you enjoy but Sonic would never? Well, one of his friends asked him for something from that shop. You’ve been feeling like you’re being followed lately, now worries, Sonic can check real quick and he can’t find anyone. Someone left a gift outside your door? Weird, it has that thing you wanted to get your hand on but you only told Sonic about it, yet he has an air-tight alibi of why it wasn’t him. If only you knew he lies as naturally as he breathes.

Even with how small the village is, it’s inevitable that you’ll have other friends outside of him and his friend group. This version of Sonic is a lot more subtle when it comes to his jealousy. At first he’ll seemingly just try to deny he’s jealous, and failing miserably leading to a bit of teasing from you or his friends. Yet a few days later, after Eggman ran away from yet another failed attempt of defeating Sonic and his friends, cheer quickly turns to terror as a dead body is found. The villagers are quick to panic and to point their fingers to Eggman, yet, you can’t help but feel that there is something else going on. You won’t have much time to think about that and Sonic drags you along yet another adventure.

Kidnapping? Please, why would he need that here? There’s nothing beyond that tiny village you two are in, there’s nowhere else for you to run, so don’t even think about it. Just enjoy the rest of your days as you get involved into whatever Sonic drags you into, and don’t think too deeply about why the person you talked to yesterday suddenly disappeared without a trace. Or why another one has injuries that look as if they were made by quills instead of machine claws. Sonic killing some villagers? As if, besides who would ever believe such an outlandish theory? He’s the hero, so get those petty little ideas out of your head.

Boom!Metal Sonic

With how often Eggman attacks that village, it is somewhat hard to notice how Metal Sonic has been coming alongside him more and more, as it happens gradually. Something that is obvious for you to notice is that you always come across him as you run away from Eggman’s robots. Yet he never attacks you for some reason, opting lo leave shortly after to fight Sonic. You can’t stop thinking about those robotic, emotionless eyes staring deep into your soul, it’s like you can feel them even when you know no one is there. Your friends and family try their best to help you distract yourself from that feeling but you can’t…and maybe you’re not as crazy as you think

While he is fiercely loyal to Eggman, he uses what free time he gets to…observe you, for a lack of a better word. He makes sure to gather as much data as he can about you: your routine, likes, dislikes, and…any potential obstacles you consider “people close to you”. To get him off of you will be quite the task, he’s just as fast as the real Sonic, plus being mechanical and more silent. Figuring out from where he’s watching you would be a pain, but actually managing to make him lose track of you? I wish you all the luck in the world dear, you’re gonna need it. Especially in that tiny village.

If you have the terrible luck of getting caught in middle of the crossfire with no where to run, you’ll get to see him spare at glance at you before going back to fighting. However, you can notice how he becomes more…unhinged, feral even. Even when it comes to Sonic with whom he already has some beef with, fights against the metallic copy becomes harder for the heroes, as Metal goes from hard to deal with to the heroes barely making it out alive. Once Eggman is defeated, Metal Sonic will retreat alongside his creator, but you should probably stay away from Metal Sonic if he’s involved in a fight, unless you want this tiny village to be reduced to a mountain of corpses

Metal Sonic would turn your life into a living nightmare rather quickly. It’s a shame really, you would wake up a day like any other and go out just to live yet another boring day of your life…Yet you can’t feel a sense of dread in the air, and when you get close to opening the door of your house to go out, you can smell something rotting just outside. As you open the door, it bumps into something, and when you decide to take a look of what it is, you find a body lying there, beaten up and slashed to a bloody mess. As the authorities arrive the crimes thankfully cannot be linked back at you, but you’ll soon find everyone avoiding you like the plague.

While the canon version of Metal Sonic would not have taken this long before any kidnapping happened, the Boom version probably would’ve needed to wait for an opportunity to make sure no one was around to see where he would take you. One day you’ll just see how those cold machine eyes look at you as he knocks you out and snatches you somewhere only he knows. As much as the robot might hate to admit it, perhaps he shares more with the meat bag version of himself, wanting your praise and admiration as he brings in a copious amount of various gifts. He worked so hard to get them you know? That item over there was the last one in stock and it was hard to get to it without being spotted, and that guy over there was much harder to kill than he thought it would, but he was still able to bring back the body as a trophy. So please tell him he’s the best, and that he’s the only one you need.

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shoyastars · 8 months

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Proven right or Proven Wrong?

Mistin Malice

REMINDER:

These characters Ray, Haley, Miles, and Double belong to the owner: Concreteparasite

Mine: Spark Light, Creed, and Mistin belong to me.

Please do not interact with the fandom if you are not 18 or above. This game is not intended for minors, if you are a minor and interact with the fandom, you put risk to the game and the creator getting in trouble. Thank you for reading this, please enjoy!

Mistin would sigh, as they head out of the Café, they look over at it one more time before finally deciding to leave. ‘Why did double have to come and ruin things…. We weren’t even dating, he just took everything wrong, if only I would’ve told him sooner… heh heck! He would’ve probably killed me if I told him off…. But it’s no use now…. I have to move…. Again…. God damn it….’ Mistin said in their mind as they walked away, taking the long route home as to make sure double at least hopefully didn’t know where they lived, they couldn’t shake off the thought of being watched like he’s everywhere…. Soon the wind picked up and a magazine blows over towards Mistin just beneath their feet, curiously they picked it up, as expected, it’s about the famous number one hero Binary star, however the cover was more….. interesting….. Mistin taking a closer look at the magazine, could see a bit of a familiar image to Ray, Mistin sighs as this was also a reminder as to how they suspected Ray is actually a hero in disguise. But binary star? Him and Ray are completely different compared to each other, Mistin was almost tempted to throw it away if the interview didn’t seem tempting to read, they’ve written about each hero when they were still a small time villain to see their strengths and weaknesses, but binary star was one hero they couldn’t quite grasp any information, the information was ether misleading or told by the NAHA, and if there was anything they didn’t trust it was the NAHA, they turn the page to read the interview.

Everyone’s favorite hero has moved home base and is more popular than ever.

From posing for the newest names in Vogue, to defending cities from Alien attacks, Binary Star’s brilliance never seems to fade.

Today we had the chance to sit down and talk one-on-one with our favorite Hero from the Stars.

Despite being everyone’s favorite hero, you seem to have been taking on a new look recently.

This new, dangerous, and dare I say sexy look is driving fans wild! Can you tell us what inspired this change?

The magazine described he gives a polite laugh, Mistin could only imagine the fake smile and forced laughter.

Well, I wanted to show a new side of myself to fans.

Mistin rolled their eyes, it’s obvious he’s either got a girl or guy out there he wants to impress, or it’s cause the NAHA, forced them to. At least that’s what they thought.

I want people to understand that is heros aren’t just robots, we are human too.

With that comment binary said, a conversation with Ray about heros in the Café….

“No….. no… this can’t be actually proving my theory is right….. right?”

Mistin would quickly continue reading hopefully finding something that wasn’t distinctly like Ray, they were hoping the guy that they were interested in wasn’t a hero, especially number one hero Binary Star….

I enjoy my time off, I drink black coffee almost every morning, I have even been thinking of adopting a cat.

“No….”

I find happiness in a lot things that others may call boring. I just call them normal.

I’d say your newest cover on ‘Hero Fair’ is anything but normal. First, your dangerous stunt with Blaze, now this cover…

Fans are saying that you are taking on a more sexy edgy look to appeal to a Marie mature crowd.

The current theory stands that it has been a while since you have been seen with a partner. Perhaps spring is upon our favorite Hero?

I’m lucky to have such dedicated fans that care for my wellbeing.

I hope that my fans can see that I’m someone with depth, someone with emotion, an edge.

“No fucking way…. This has to be a…. But they have the same interests as him….”

The magazine then decided how Binary Star gives a coy smirk.

Although, I can’t say that my change wasn’t inspired by a….special someone.

Before Mistin could think anything further about the similarities, the sudden skating of the ground caught them off guard.

“What the-“

‘Is it an earthquake or-‘

They’re footing became uneven as the ground jolts in every which way. As they hear a scream in the distance.

‘No….’

They look toward the familiar way, as smoke suddenly rushes, encapsulating everything. They go hide behind a near by car in the street as a giant unearthly black shadows take form. It was clear what was happening.

“Aliens….”

Creatures that terrorize and kill off cities if it weren’t for the heros. They destroy anything they touch. Mistin knew where they we’re attacking and immediately ran towards the west district where once had the café, they’re brother Creed, and they’re friends Haley and Miles were here today. As they got there they frantically looked around. Mistin looks around in a panic, and though horrified at the idea, but hoping Ray was here and safe so they would see if he was or wasn’t binary star.

“CREED!!”

“HALEY!!”

“MILES!!”

Suddenly they’d feel a hand cover they’re mouth as they gone to hide in a corner. The aliens loud roar clear the the human ear. They look to see their brother Creed.

“Thank god you’re ok… but what we’re you thinking going out there?!”

Creed hugged their older siblings Mistin, relief washing over him. Suddenly Creeds phone rings. The caller ID read ‘Halley’ and he quickly picks it up. The minute he accepts the call Haley is talking at breakneck speeds.

“CREED LISTEN TO ME! GET OUT OF THE WEST DISTRICT, IS MISTIN WITH YOU?”

Mistin and Creed look at each other and nod.

“Yeah, Mistin is here with me, we’re making up a plan to get out of here, where are you and Miles? Are you safe?”

Mistin could tell he deeply cared about both Haley and Miles. He makes it unmistakably obvious he likes them. Hal is a good person, and Mistin knows they can trust them with Creed, but right now they need to get out of here to safety.

“Miles and I are safe! The minute I felt something was wrong, we high tailed it out just in time!”

Creed gives a sigh of relief, but not a full one due to our current situation.

“Where are yo-“

Suddenly the ground shook so violently that it caused his phone to drop to the ground and causing Mistin to fall to the ground. He crouch down to find it, smoke filling both of the siblings lungs burning them. As he was crouched down, the ground starts shaking more with increasing violence. So much so that Mistin would to the ground with creed catching them in the process. They both look up, seeing the dark shadow lurks near them. Mistin couldn’t help but stare at the horrific creature, alien, destructive, death. Mistin quickly snapped out of it and pulled Them and Creed to a displaced facade. It lurks closer. Mistin saw Creed shaking, he tried to stop himself but it was futile. As the giant form lurks near them, creed covers his mouth to keep himself from screaming. Mistin thinks fast as they pick up a rock and throw it toward a place opposite of them, it distracts it for a bit till a scream in the far distance pops up, the creature follows it. It crushes and destroys everything it went…. They tried to calm Creed down enough to run, to save himself but his knees faltered plummeting him back toward the ground. They could see the familiar look of fear just like back then….. they hated it, not that it’s his fault, but it’s because it was the look from when double nearly killed him due to a misunderstanding that double didn’t know he was Mistin’s brother.

“Creed it’s ok, we’ll get through this please let’s just calm down a bit, we-“

“Excuse me,”

Mistin hear the familiar voice, the voice that was broadcasted by may screens and televisions across the city. Mistin then turned to see him…

“Do you need help?”

They look over to see the number one Binary star, they didn’t know why but they glared at him.

“No thank you… I’ve got this, I just need to help my brother is all…”

He seems taken aback by this, as he then looks over at they’re brother Creed, who was in a panicked state, and looked as if he’s about to pass out.

“He doesn’t look like he’ll leave here without assistance, don’t worry we’re here to help.”

“I’m sorry we?”

Suddenly another hero comes by, the familiar red hair along with the blue and while, it was Spark light, she was know for having both her hero career and her singing career.

“Seems like he’s inhaled too much of the smoke, I’ll get him out of here while you get this one to safety.”

With that Sparks, helped Creed up, as he leaned on her, still in a state of panic.

“What about the Alien?”

“Another hero has arrived and Binary Star’s sidekick is helping in handling the situation. Don’t worry I won’t be long, I just need to make sure everyone is safe.”

With that She took they’re brother to safety, which left them with Binary Star.

“I guess that only leaves you, mind if I help you out of here?”

He lends his hand, Mistin backs away, even in this moment, they still distrusted the hero’s.

“No. I’ll be fine, I can just run, you can go help the other citizens.”

Mistin turned away from Binary Star, Soon they felt a sharp pain on hand, they must’ve ignored it to focus more on Creed, the thing they threw probably cut them without noticing till now, due the the mix of fear and adrenaline. It was also clear they had a bit of a limp due crashing into they’re brother earlier, but they tried to pull it off as if they were alright.

“I’m trying to help.”

“Well I don’t need it! Agh!”

As Mistin said that as the ground shook violently again, having them fall into Binary Star. He then caught them causing their sleeve be pulled up a bit. He not only noticed the cut, but also scars on their wrist. A frown quickly shown on his face.

“What? Never seen a cut before? Geez! Let go.”

“Who did this to you?”

With that Mistin was caught off guard, but he quickly recovered back to his usual popular heroic smile.

“Never mind, it’s clear you can’t walk.”

Without a single word coming out of protest, he lifts up Mistin Bridal Style with ease.

“I’ll have to air lift you out.”

“Wait- No! I’m fine! I don’t need your help!”

He gives a bit of an annoyed yet concerned glance at them.

“It’s ok to admit you need help, I know you may not trust me, but please allow me to at least help you. If you’ll let me…”

With that Mistin felt conflicted, it was obvious they showed no trust toward any hero’s, but Binary Star seems genuinely concerned, they thought for a moment, but before they could speak they’re decision, the Aliens screech was then heard near them, without a choice in the matter, he lifted them out of there, nearly escaping the destructive creature.

Mistin closed they’re eyes, to keep the wind from blowing into they’re eyes, soon for him to land with the both of them.

“We’re ok now you can open your eyes.”

Mistin opened their eyes, the smoke still in the area, looking around closely as he placed them down, it was the street they lived on.

“This is where I live, well at least close to where I live. Looks like I won’t have to call a Taxi.”

A clear silence from the two is obvious. Mistin clears their throat, as Binary Star listens carefully to them.

“Well thank you… you did me a solid there… don’t get used to it though!”

Binary star chuckles as Mistin said that.

“Of course, if anything it will take time for you to learn to trust me. I’m glad I could help.”

Mistin was about to turn away before Binary Star stopped them.

“The smoke, try not to breath too much of it in, once the Aliens are gone it will clear up.”

“Um… ok?”

He says that as if they haven’t know basic information when dealing with such situations, what is he trying to accomplish?

“Um look I have to…”

“What’s your name. I’d um…. Like to take you out to dinner some time.

Oh….. so that’s it….. he just wanted something out of them, how could he possibly expect them to say ‘Yes’ to someone who they barely know, let alone a hero.

“Ok… now you’re getting on my nerves.”

“What?”

“I don’t know if you’ve just haven’t taken the hint or just plane full of yourself.”

Mistin wouldn’t usually act out like this, but everyone and everything that has been happening has finally led up to a breaking point, double being back to find them, while they have to stress about making sure they’re older brother Leon, doesn’t find both Mistin and Creed.

“Look, I don’t know why you think I’d say yes to something like that, or do you expect the reaction of one of your ‘devoted’ fans, cause you want me to act ok fine. Ahem! ‘Oh but of course I’ll go have dinner with you Binary Star! What a dream come true…..’ there happy?”

“I….”

“Oh don’t even start! Have you ever considered that maybe you being a person under the mask could possibly hm I don’t know, be able to interact with me? Get to know me? God damn it!”

It was clear all the stress and suppressed emotions were being let out finally boiling over, Binary Star tried to clam them down but they kept going on. Until finally he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“MISTIN STOP!”

They froze. That familiar voice, and the way they said they’re name, they turned to see him. He knew he had just made a mistake by saying their name when they didn’t tell him.

“What did you say? How do you….”

Without warning Mistin gone up to him and took off his mask without him having a chance to use his ability to stop them. As soon as they saw they’re familiar face, they’re heart sank.

“No…… no, no, no, no!”

“Mistin I can explain….”

“DON’T! Don’t even try to explain…. Why did I have to be right…. Why….

The guy they liked was Binary Star…. They were right…. All of the evidence, all of the signs, they made perfect sense…. They yell at both Ray and Binary Star…. For they were one in the same…. The same person….

“Mistin I’m sorry I never wanted you to know…. I-“

“Just stop…. I-….. I can’t….. how could a secret like this be hidden? It’s a big secret….. how could you possibly expect to hide it from me? I’m not that stupid….”

With that Ray only looks away feeling bad, they shouldn’t have asked. Not as Binary star… but probably as Ray, Mistin clearly upset, shook they’re head. Trying to hide the tears, they begin to walk away, this isn’t the first time someone who had a big secret try and lie about it…. But something within them couldn’t help but feel a familiar sense of betrayal…

“Where are you going?”

“I need…. Space…. Please just… don’t follow me…”

Though he wanted to object, he let them go. They didn’t go home, but went for a walk. They just needed to to think. The thoughts ran through, they were right, Ray was a Hero, not just a Hero…. But the hero Binary Star…. All the evidence all of the times he wasn’t able to come by the Café, he was Binary Star, however Ray was completely different, they knew the NAHA was more…. Hero driven and knew what they’ve done… due to they’re father knowing about it…. But Ray? Mistin couldn’t help but feel bad for Ray…. But at the same time made at him.

“UGH! Why does this have to be so fucking weird!”

They yelled out in frustration, as they didn’t notice the familiar silhouette coming up behind them.

“What’s weird?”

Before Mistin had anytime to do anything they were knocked out. Everything went black….

The sound of dripping water came to their range of hearing… slowly opening their eyes they saw that it wasn’t they’re apartment…. They tried to scream or at least cut themselves to make they’re mist to make them fall asleep, but the binds were rope and the cloth gag forbind them from doing so… classic double….

“Boss! Dusk is awake!”

Fuck….. what the hell is he about to do….

To be continued

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Part 1 here!

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aloneinthehellfire · 2 years

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Chapter 5: Leave A Message

Season One | Season Two | Season Three

[Raining Hellfire: Season Three]

Word Count: 1499 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of visions, actual visions?, kind of horror at the end idk

[A/N: Can I get a round of applause for not having ridiculously long chapters anymore? Yay me]

also thank you all so so much for the asks and the theories ur sending me, i feel less like a robot publishing a fanfic and more like a person sharing an interest she loves with people so thank you x

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The week is long.

The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.

The words were in front of you as you leant on Steve out of laziness while his other shoulder rested against the wall, arms folded.

“They’d make good song lyrics.” You said, Robin smirking at your comment.

“But what does it mean?” Dustin asked, pacing.

“Steve, we gotta shut down the shop.” Robin suddenly said, pointing to the clock.

“Oh shit.”

You all make your way out of the shop, Steve closing it behind you.

“I mean, it’s just…” He says as he slams the metal shutters down and locks it, “it just can’t be right.”

“It’s right.” Robin declares. You believed her.

“Honestly, I think it’s great news.” Dustin declares and you frown at him.

“How is this great news?” Steve shakes his head, standing up. “I mean, so much for being American heroes.”

“You realise that there could still be something going on?” You say and they look at you, “Look, if you were planning something would you just say it for anyone to hear or would you create your own code?”

“You’re right, it’s too specific.” Dustin adds, walking just in front of you with Robin beside him.

“What do you mean, a code?” Steve furrows his brows as he matches your pace.

“Like a super secret spy code.” Dustin explains briefly.

Your best friend just raises his eyebrows. “That’s a total stretch.”

“I don’t know, is it?” Robin asks, “Listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. Like Y/n said, they wouldn’t just say it how it is. You think they were gonna say ‘fire the warhead at noon’?”

“Exactly.” You and Dustin agree.

“And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so… ‘the silver cat feeds.’” Robin starts fidgeting, waving her hands in the air as she pondered, “Why would anyone talk like that?”

“Unless they were trying to mask the meaning of their message.” You nod along, yawning.

Steve looks over to you while Robin and Dustin continue their conspiracy spiral, pulling you to a stop.

“You’ve been yawning a lot lately.”

“What else is new?” You chuckle, eyes drooping as you fight for energy.

He frowns softly, shifting between your eyes. “You need more sleep.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You looked at him, “You telling me you’ve been sleeping like a baby since last year?”

“No.” He shakes his head, “But I also don’t have evil monsters from another dimension swarming in my head.”

You twist your face, nodding. “Yep, yep. That’s a good point. I bet all that goes through your head is shampoo and ridiculous little tunes.”

Steve laughs in surprise, “Tunes?”

“Yeah. Like I imagine you just have some random songs in your head, no lyrics, just…” You pick the first melody that comes to mind and start humming it.

Steve stops, grabbing your shoulder as his eyes widen. “That tune.”

“Okay, there’s no way I could have guessed that perfectly.”

“No. The music!” He exclaims, spinning around and running to the carousel horse.

You look around dumbfounded, meeting Robin’s confused gaze from a few steps ahead of you.

“Hey, Steve?” She calls out as Steve stares at the horse, pulling out his wallet. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, it’s a quarter. I need-” He looks to you, “Do you have a quarter?”

“Is now really the time to ride a children’s horse?” You raise your brows but he just holds his hand out to you.

“I know you have a quarter, you bought your ice cream today and I specifically remember giving you a quarter in your change.”

“Jeez, fine.” You pull out change from your back pocket, sorting through the coins until you found what he wanted. “Where was this memory when you owed me money for your damn hairspray?”

You held up the quarter and he quickly took it from your hand, slotting it into the machine as the others crowded around you.

The horse starts to move, a small melody playing. You shake your head at first until you really listened, eyes widening. No way.

You step back, shaking your head for a whole new reason. You glance back at where you sat at the fountain, the memory replaying.

“You need help getting up, little Stevie?” Robin joked and Dustin laughed but Steve just shushed her.

“Would you two just shut up and listen?”

“Holy shit.” Dustin realises, crouching down beside Steve. “The music.”

He played the tape and sure enough, the music matched perfectly.

“This code, it… didn’t come from Russia.” Steve says, looking back at the group, “It came from here.”

“Like, someone working here?” Robin asked and Dustin glanced around as if they would suddenly appear.

“The janitor.” You break the silence and they stare at you, confused. “I saw them.”

“The Russian?” Dustin scrambled to his feet. “Who is he?”

“I- I didn’t see his face.” You shake your head. “But he was stood right here. I was sat there. And he had a radio on him, I just- I guess I didn’t think any of it at the time. But he walked away, grabbed his cleaning supplies. Whoever they are, they’re operating inside the mall.”

“But where?” Robin asked what you were all wondering.

Maybe you weren’t so paranoid after all.

The Scoops Troop, named by Dustin himself despite the protests, decided to call it a night and continue working on the conspiracy tomorrow. You believed there was probably something to it and hell, if you weren’t having terrifying visions every other day, you’d be more than happy to have something to do. But you really hoped they didn’t expect you to help them from now on. You knew Billy needed your help, urgently.

You get home to see Max and El laughing together on your porch, jumping to their feet when you approach.

“I thought I gave you a spare key?” You frown at Max and she shrugs.

“I lost it.” She clocks your expression, “Hey, I was trying to hide it from Billy and I hid it a little too well.”

El giggles as you open the front door, leading them to your room.

“Okay, you guys dump your stuff here and go pick out a movie to watch.” You smile as they happily start setting their stuff down, running through the house to the living room.

You walk to the kitchen, rooting through the fridge for any food. You notice a blinking light from the corner of your eye before you realised it was the voicemail machine your uncle had been able to afford after expensive work on a client’s car. You walk over, press the button, and continue your search, pulling out various items.

The machine beeps, a feminine voice talking to you.

“Hey, Y/n. It’s Heather. Sorry to bother you but you asked me to let you know if I think Billy’s getting worse?”

You dump the stuff on the counter, lunging over to the machine box.

“I thought I heard crying from the showers earlier and he’s the only other one working today. He’s been in there a real long time now.”

A distant yell echoed through the machine and you freeze.

“Wait. Oh my god, he’s screaming, what do I do? Do I call an ambulance?”

“Yes!” You immediately exclaim, praying she called for help.

“Actually I’m gonna go check on him.” You furiously shake your head as if Heather was right in front you, “Okay, I’ll call back later and let you know what’s going on. See you tomorrow.”

And just like that, she hung up the phone, the machine echoing in your mind. You wait for the next message, but nothing came.

“Shit.”

You back away from the machine, trying to rationalise everything. It was fine, right? Maybe she just forgot to call back. You’ll see her tomorrow.

You knew deep down that wasn’t true.

You walk back over to the phone, scrambling through a box of phone numbers you had scribbled down onto notes over the past few years before finding Heather’s name. You grab the paper, turn back to the phone and see the light begin to blink again.

Frowning, you set the paper down on the counter and stare for a moment. You reach out towards it, pressing the button. The familiar beep sounded before there was complete static. You were about to hang up when you thought you heard a gasp.

Leant towards to the machine to hear better, you held your breath as you waited for another sound.

Heavy breathing, a woman. Whimpers.

A scream.

You jump back from the machine, hitting your side on the counter with such force you were sure it was gonna bruise. You run back and try to replay the message, but all that replayed was Heather’s phone call. You skipped it, but nothing else came.

A bone-chilling fear struck your mind; something bad happened to Heather.

Chapter 6: A Yellow Whistle ->

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thiswasinevitableid · 11 months

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Faithful (Sternclay)

The last fill is the winner of the more sweet than spooky prompts: My friend/relative is too sick to go trick-or-treating, so I’m taking their kid

“Thanks so much again for bailing me out” Lillian ties her scarf around her neck before kneeling down, “Grace, you be good for your uncle okay? I’ll be back in time to tuck you in.”

“Okay” Joseph’s niece smiles and bends her head foreward so his sister can kiss it.

“That’s my girl. And don’t eat too much candy” She stands and gives Joseph The Look, “moms rules, got it.”

“Got it. Drive safe.” He hugs her, then holds Grace’s hand as they wave her off to her car.

His niece looks up at him with what he can only describe as the Stern Family Gaze, “what are ‘Moms Rules?”

“Your grandmother would let us eat as much Halloween candy as we wanted on Halloween itself. But only if we ate actual dinner first.”

“What are we having for dinner?”

“You mom left some chili for us.”

“Blech”

“All the candy you want, remember?”

She narrows her eyes, “Fine. But I’m getting into my costume first. You’re helping me.”

“Of course, my little lake monster.”

Ten minutes later, he’s staring at grotesque chicken in place of his niece.

“You’re…an evil robot?”

“Her name is Chica and she’s possessed by a murdered child.” She says with the scorn only a seven-year-old child can muster.

“Okay then. Come on, it’s dinner time.”

He’s bemused that his sister would let be something from a horror game but on the other hand maybe this means he’ll one day have someone to watch scary movies with. Not that he’s testing that theory tonight; Lily has baby pictures and is not afraid to use them if he accidentally traumatizes her kid.

They set out into the streets as it gets dark, porches lighting up orange and purple and the smell of candy and singed pumpkin drifting through the air.

This neighborhood is full of families, so they spend plenty of time waiting at the foot of steps for other kids to collect their candy. It takes all of five minutes before someone is telling Joseph what a good dad he is just for holding her hand when a flock of boisterous tweens storm past covered in fake gore.

He smiles and corrects them; this happens to him a lot. Lily works on-call half the time, and his brother-in-law is an RN whose schedule seems to think he does not actually have a life. A perk of having left the FBI is that Joseph can set his own hours, so at least once a month he’s summoned to keep an eye on Grace. Not that he minds; it’s nice to talk with someone who still thinks he’s the coolest guy in the world.

Grace insists on the long route for candy collection, and by the time they’re heading along the park towards home there are hardly any families on the street.

As he’s asking her what her favorite decorations were, she freezes and tugs his arm.

“There’s a dog in that bush.”

He follows her pointed finger, expecting a beagle or pomeranian cowering in the foliage. Not a fucking wolf.

“Yes, it seems there is” there are no wolves in Madison, so this has to be a really big husky or a wolf-dog or something, “but let's leave him be.”

“But he’s hurt.”

She’s right; the animal has a cut on its snout. Joseph takes a step, then another, and all the dog does is whimper.

“It’s okay, big guy, we’re friendly. Are you lost?” He gestures slowly for the dog to come to him, “let’s see who you belong to, then we can-” he sighs as he sees there’s no collar or tags, “we can figure something out.”

The dog licks his hand, sad brown eyes staring up at him. Its fur is gorgeous dark brown and very soft when Joseph pats its head. He can’t shake the feeling that he’s looking at a wolf that’s just not quite right in the face.

“Is he nice?”

One floppy ear perks up at Grace’s voice, and then the dog flops onto its side, showing her its belly. She laughs and kneels to pat his head.

“It seems like it. I’d say he should come with us but I don’t have a leash. So how about this; we get you home, then I’ll come back and look for him and see if we can find his owner.”

Grace agrees, reluctantly stands, and takes Joseph’s hand. A few seconds after they’re back on the pavement, this a click-click of claws following behind.

“Uncle Joseph, look, he likes you!”

He glances behind them with a smile, “That or he wants your candy. Either way, I guess he’s coming home with me.”

Joseph coaxes the dog into his car to wait until Lily gets home. Once his sister is back and his niece is putting away her candy, he hops in and drives back to his house. It’s on the outskirts of the city, where the woods start to encroach, and the dog sniffs the air in the direction of the treeline as he unlocks the door.

“Now, I have a dog already. Her name is Nessie. She’s a little scared of other dogs, so she might run away or hide from you. If you chase her or bully her, you will spend the night outside. Got it?”

The dog boofs once, a low and happy sound.

“Good enough.”

As he expected, Nessie skitters out to meet him and freezes when she sees what he’s brought home. But instead of running, she cautiously comes closer, sniffing the newcomer, who sits patiently during her inspection. Then she licks him once on the face and trots over to Joseph for attention.

Interesting.

“I missed you too, girl. Now let’s find our new friend somewhere to sleep.

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In Barclay’s defense, he never meant for it to get this out of hand.

He’d known this area had some nasty off-shoots of vampire hives, but he’d also heard that some of his friends might have found safe haven here. So he was willing to risk the trip. Turns out nasty gangs of vampires breed nasty gangs of humans (or maybe it’s the other way around), and said humans like to stab first and ask questions later. He’d avoided a knife to the gut but not the face and ran for his life, changing into a wolf once he lost them so any humans would see an injured dog, not a huge scary man. The plan was to lay low until he could sneak into the night and find a safe place to hide.

And while the foot of Joseph’s bed is certainly safe, it’s weird to lay here in the dark with a human happily asleep and completely unaware they let a vampire into their house.

Weirder still has been how gentle Joseph is with him. No raised voices or threats, no getting annoyed when Barclays bulk knocks things over. Just the offer of dinner (Barclay managed to let Nessie eat his share without the human noticing) and then a bath. A bath during which a very good human stripped to his boxer-briefs and undershirt in order to scrub mud and blood from Barclay’s fur. A bath after which Joseph toweled him off and put a bandaid on his nose and called him a good boy for being so well-behaved.

Barclay would have gone belly-up for him in that moment even if he was in his human form.

His plan is to escape come morning, but Joseph doesn’t leave for an office as Barclay assumed he would. Instead he spends the morning on the phone calling around and checking online to see if anyone is missing a dog. When that search turns up nothing, he bundles Barclay into the backseat of his car and drives to a vet.

Mercifully, he just wants them to check Barclay’s cut to make sure it doesn’t need stitches. He doesn’t, and he uses the moment of eye contact with the vet to put them in enough of a thrall so they tell Joseph no other care is needed.

Joseph stops at a burger shack on the way home, pulling into the lot to eat. Barclay’s pleading eyes earn him a fry, which is for the best; he couldn’t handle much more mortal food than that without getting sick. But it’s not his fault salt and fat still smell good to a vampire.

In the evening, Joseph walks him over on a makeshift leash to a pet store, then back towards home on a sturdy, tartan-patterned one. As they’re cutting through an alley, a figure steps from a back door and calls Joseph’s name.

Barclay knows another vampire when he sees one, and bares his teeth as the man steps closer.

“Easy, big guy” Joseph says calmly, “Alan is a friend of mine.”

“More like your fucking servant.” The vampire smiles, “my sister got out yesterday; the fang-mark stuff you showed the cops did the trick.” He offers his hand, “You ever need to woo someone or go to a funeral or anything, your orders at my place are on the house.”

Barclay glances up to see Gravedirt Florist printed on the backdoor.

Joseph says he’ll keep that in mind and waves goodnight. As they walk he muses to Barclay, “You didn’t act that way towards anyone else today. I wonder…can you tell vampires from humans? Or do you just want to protect me?”

Barclay barks in what he hopes is an affirmative tone.

“That gives me an idea. After all, a vampire ‘hunter’” he makes literal air-quotes, “can use all the protection he can get.”

They reach the door of the house. Barclay shouldn’t follow him through it, shouldn’t let himself be alone in a room with a fucking vampire hunter, sure as fuck shouldn’t agree to be his guard dog. He should use all his strength to yank the leash free and run for the hills.

Joseph rubs his head, “We can sleep on it, right big guy? You deserve a break and to be spoiled after being lost and fending for yourself.”

Blue eyes shine, trusting and kind, as the grip on the leash loosens so he can open the door.

Barclay cuddles up to Joseph’s thigh and follows him in.

Just a few more days. Then he’ll go.

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A week after bringing the new dog home, Joseph follows the sound of Nessie’s barking into the living room. As he expected, a vampire with a grudge is waiting for him.

“That’s the most pathetic guard dog I’ve ever seen.”

He needs at least a few seconds to grab his tool-belt from its hook.

“Oh, Nessie is just the alarm.” A growl grows in the darkness behind as he says glibly, “Bigfoot is the muscle.”

It turns out when you have a massive, snarling dog, troublesome vampires show themselves out without fight.

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Barclay stands, surveying the house for the last time. For two and a half weeks he’s only left it with Joseph or on the few nights he snuck out to visit the butcher. It feels wrong to be leaving with no intention of coming back.

Nessie prances at his feet, UFO chew toy in her mouth. Whenever Joseph is gone for the day, Barclay will turn human and play with her for hours before cuddling up on the couch to read from Joseph’s excellent collection of mystery novels.

“Sorry, sweet girl. Not today.” He rubs her ear, “take care of him, okay? And for go-ow, for goodness sake try to get him to sleep more.”

He slips out the front door and down the street. His first stop is the butcher for some blood, then to the library to use the computer to look for somewhere to live. When he comes out, no leads to be found, he sees Joseph on the corner, asking the guys at the falafel food truck if they saw a large, brown dog come this way.

Barclay’s not going to feel bad. He’s not going back. He’s not.

He sees Joseph several more times throughout the evening, having some version of that same conversation.

At three in the morning, his curiosity gets the best of him, and he sneaks back to the house. Through the window he can see the human on his laptop, refreshing what looks to be the community notices page; the one where people post lost pets.

Joseph closes the computer and leans back, wipes his eye and casts a hopeful glance at the backdoor.

No one’s mourned his departure that much in years.

He takes his wolf form, scratches at the door, and waits only a few seconds before Joseph is on his knees, hugging him and making him swear to never do that again.

He can’t promise that. But maybe he can hang around a little longer.

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“Well that could have gone better.” Joseph peels off his bloody shirt, already standing in the shower to avoid making the whole bathroom into a crime scene.

Barclay nods, a habit he hasn’t managed to hide and is praying Joseph won’t notice. His fur is matted with blood from a truly horrendous night. He didn’t know there was such a thing as a multi-mouthed graveghoul, but it turns out there is and that it’s aggressive as fuck.

Joseph points to the tub and he climbs in, lets the human scrub him clean and run his hands over him in search of injury. Once he’s clean and dry, Joseph shoos him out so he can take a proper shower.

Seeing him step out ten minutes later in only a towel makes Barclay hot under both the literal and figurative collars.

“I’m glad you’re okay, big guy” Joseph ruffles his fur, “we make a good team.”

They do. But lately all Barclay can think is they’d make such a better one if he could be human. If he could make breakfast for Joseph after a long night, could sit and read while the human looks over his case files, could walk holding his hand instead of on a leash and talk with him about everything.

(Could feed from him instead of sneaking drinks from a carton)

But being honest with Joseph can’t mean anything but losing him. And Barclay’s not quite ready to lose him. Not yet.

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“Here we go, some entertainment for you” Joseph sets the puzzle toy down for Bigfoot, “and some light reading for me.” He laughs at his own joke as he drops a stack of new, vampiric history books on his table.

Bigfoot wags his tail at him, then settles in to nap. Fair enough, they did have a long night of chasing down a vampire hunter who was lighting vampire businesses on fire for the hell of it.

The first book is A Compendium of Vampirical Powers. When he hits chapter three, he turns the page to a plate showing an illustration of a vampire who has taken the form of a wolf. Assuming this is an accurate image, he’s impressed; it does look like a wolf.

A wolf who’s not quite right in the face.

Joseph looks at his guard dog. His guard dog who only eats when Joseph isn’t looking at him, who learns commands as if he understood english, who always seems to bark when a human would reply to Joseph thinking aloud.

“Bigfoot?”

The dog opens its eyes and lifts its head to regard him.

“If you…if you were a vampire, you would tell me, right?”

The dog tenses, which does nothing to soothe Joseph’s worry.

“I wouldn’t be angry. I promise. But if I’m onto something, and you care about me even a little, please be honest with me.”

Bigfoot closes his eyes with a resigned sigh, and then there’s a large, bearded man on Joseph’s rug.

“Um. Hi.” Strong arms wave from a ratty t-shirt, and thick, hairy legs stick out of shorts, “So, you’re right, I am a vampire. I was being chased by some of those shitty guys we dealt with last week and I panicked and turned into my wolf form to hide and then you were there and…yeah” he undoes the collar at his throat, “I’ve been living as your dog for months.”

“Ohjesus” Joseph runs a hand through his hair, “I can’t believe I was so dense, it was so obvious, oh god I have rubbed your belly so many times and you, you slept in my bed!”

“You said you wouldn’t be mad.” The vampire winces away from him.

“Sorry. I’m just…why did you let it go for so long?”

“At first I needed somewhere to hide, then I couldn't handle running away and making you upset and I, I really, I like you, Joseph. You saw a huge, scary dog and took him home instead of calling the cops, and you were so good to me I didn’t want to leave. Even though I knew I should. I’m so sorry.” He sits up, scrunching in on himself to seem smaller, “I can go.”

“Do you have somewhere to go?”

“Not really.” The vampire says sheepishly.

Joseph slides down to the floor so they’re face to face, “Then I’m not kicking you out. I trust you; if you were a threat to me, you would have attacked me by now.”

“Never” The force of the reply surprises them both.

“Am I right that you don’t have a job either?”

“Uh huh.”

Joseph touches a tattooed arm, “What’s your name, big guy?”

“Barclay.”

“Here’s what I propose, Barclay: I still need extra protection. And I have the money to pay for it. So if you want, you can keep working for me and living here. Just as a roommate.”

“I’d really, really, really like that.”

“Then it’s a deal” Joseph helps him to his feet and tries for levity, “but no more sleeping in the bed.”

“I thought it was what a dog would do! Plus it gets cold at night and Nessie hogs the spot by the heater.”

Joseph chuckles, “She really does. I’ll guess I’ll just make sure there’s lots of extra blankets in the spare bedroom.”

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The benefits of Barclay having told Joseph the truth are many, starting with the fact that Barclay is an excellent cook and likes making meals for Joseph even when he can’t eat them himself. Joseph feels like a spoiled husband whenever he wakes up to breakfast already made or comes home to dinner waiting on the table.

Barclay is also an excellent conversationalist, even though Joseph is playing catch-up when it comes to getting to know him while Barclay is familiar with all his most embarrassing habits. Then again, it’s tremendously relaxing to be around someone who’s seen him sing to ABBA or curse at the dishwasher and still wants to spend time with him.

For his part, Barclay is clearly enjoying not having to hide anymore, and is just as protective of him as a man as he was as a wolf. He’s also still using the dog shampoo Joseph bought him because he likes the way it makes his hair soft.

Joseph does miss being able to touch him, and with every passing morning the temptation to reach across the table and hold his hand as they have coffee becomes less bearable.

Tonight, Barclay is humming along to the radio as he dusts pumpkin ravioli with ricotta. As he bends to grab a plate from the dishwasher, Joseph notices an odd lump in his back pocket. If it’s what he thinks it is, it’s a very interesting situation indeed.

He stands and slips it free just as Barclay straightens.

“Whoa, hey there” Barclay laughs as he turns, “you that…hungry…for..oh man I can explain I promise.”

“Please do” Joseph dangles the old collar between them.

“I kept it as a, uh, a souvenir. Of the part of being hidden I liked.”

“Keep talking.”

“I liked” Barclay looks down, “I liked being good for you. Being yours. I like belonging to you because I knew you’d take care of me and it made me so fucking happy and also it was really fucking hot to be on a leash for you which gives me all kinds of weird feelings. And being with you now is agony because it’s so close to being yours, and now I know how well we work together, but I don’t want to make you feel like you have to want me….

“So what I’m hearing is that you’d like to keep being mine under certain, um, conditions? My good boy who’s also my boyfriend?” Joseph sets the collar on the counter.

“Please.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Joseph leans in and kisses him, the vampire whimpering until Joseph puts his arms around him and holds him close.

“Does this mean I can sleep in the bed again?” Barclay smiles, fangs glinting promisingly in the kitchen lights.

“Yes, big guy, it does.

#taz amnesty #sternclay #agent stern/barclay #vampire boyfriend #human/monster romance

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cuppatea8 · 2 months

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Spoilers for all of tmagp 22 under the cut :)

Gwen had her priorities straight pfft. Lena just expected her to ask for [ERROR]’s phone number before running for her life? My goodness

Gwen your job/promotion is not as important as your life. Honestly! She’s audibly shaking basically saying “don’t fire me” after almost getting tatooed by Ink50ul and protected (?) by [ERROR].

Gwen gets (effectively) demoted woooo! It’s for her safety, certainly.

Ministerial visit? Interesting.

Statement Incident Begins heheh

Oh, another letter? Read by (presumably) Mr. Magnus himself?

This old timey speaking reminds me of both how I write my essays and speak with people who aren’t my friends pfft

Ohhh brain surgery experiments fun

(All of this technical science stuff is going over my head I’ll need to look up all of this jargon later)

Haven’t heard ‘zeitgeist’ before, huh. Upon searching it up, it’s a German philospohy thing (which I probably should’ve inferred, but oh well).

Doing all this is reminding me just how much I am not a theory-making sort of person. I simply cannot connect the dots sometimes pfft. Wasn’t there something in the ARG about German stuff though?

Centre of self wow. This is shaping up to be Flesh/Stranger-esque. I can’t imagine consenting to going through a surgery to alter the core of my identity, my goodness.

This doctor’s just focused on the information wow. (Totally not guilty of this myself nope.)

The ocean part reminds me of the ‘the deep will care for his bones’ episode. Seriously, ‘plumb the depths of that ocean from which I had awaked’ wow. There are constant references to waves and currents during the climax too.

OH, A SEIZURE. That description my goodness. He’s dead???

“Unfortunate frontier science” WOW THAT’S ONE WAY TO PUT IT.

Telegraph message?

SO ALONE TOGETHER?

AAAAAA? EHFJDDJAOX “OUT OUT OUT…” WHAT?!?!

Awww no the voice is going robotic again >:(

Statement Incident Ends!

ALICE YAY! (and Sam!)

Sam knows about what Alice did last episode; lets see how she handles this. Is she going to just tell him about Freddie having tailored his case load?

The glitches when they lie are still quite intriguing to me. How does Freddie know when they’re lying?

“I’m just trying to look out for you” “No you’re not! You’re trying to control me.” That line oof. Also, “Again?” Wonder if she was manipulative back when they were together or something?

I’d just like to point out, Sam “I can look out for myself” Khalid is also Sam “Let’s investigate the ruins of the Magnus Institute” Khalid.

“I thought you might actually listen to me”

What’s that about Luke’s band, Alice?

The thing that breaks me about this genre is that even when the characters try to have honest, meaningful conversations, they’re doomed by the narrative to misunderstand and become isolated as a result of it.

Those shoe taps gave me violent flashbacks to my elementary school days eugh

Celiaaaaa!

Sam, no! just communicate meaningfully with Alice! Don’t dismiss her and her opinion, she’s looking out for you!

SAM! STOP LOOKING INTO THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE!

JONATHAN SIMS AND MARTIN BLACKWOOD NAME DROP WHAT?!?

Nooooooo the episode ended on that?! Alex ypu knew what you were doing with that one how dare youuuu

#tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp 22

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rust-bearer · 6 months

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Zombie conspiracy theory time, ie Swindle is most definitely in cahoots with the government post apocalypse.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say he’s partly responsible for the outbreak, but like… I’m sure he’s used as a sort of middleman to get the right connections once the people in charge realize they’ve fucked up royally. Being as successful a conman businessman as he is, it’s not surprising that when his help is needed, the right people know where to find him.

Shtf after Swindle starts getting secretive about things. I mean, they can’t exactly NOT do so, because like… when you’re getting upwards of ten phone calls a day on a phone that just magically appeared and suddenly have reliable internet despite your jealous older sibling having struggled for weeks to establish a proper connection (Blast Off is still mad that Swindle didn’t give him in on the WiFi password even before the world went south), you kind of start becoming a target of suspicion.

It all comes to a head after Swindle’s gotten all fancied up one evening, dressed to the nines and ready to head out despite it being pitch black outside (aka prime time for zombie dinner). Onslaught appears out of nowhere and demands to know where they’re going, Swindle gets defensive, while the two are fighting there’s suddenly a black SUV pulling into the driveway because apparently the government got tired of being discreet and Vortex is like “oh fuck the zombies can drive now,” and it all just gets worse from there.

Tl;dr Swindle has been recruited by the government to help get in touch with people who can potentially help slow down the spread of the virus and, of course, they “forgot” to tell the rest of the family (and First Aid) about it. Oops.

- @robot-zombies >:)

I don’t know how I got this idea from this, but I was hit by a “zombie au with a time loop in it”. Somehow? So uh. Well, now I’m just imagining one of them being stuck in what seems to be a normal day, but in reality is one where everyone would typically die to a series of horrific events; but due to the time loop, it can be averted. Maybe.

But you still die over and die until you get there.

Anyway. I love Swindle being shady. I love the idea that he still does his usual things, still acts cagey and oily and only says the truth at gunpoint and even then it’s a half truth. The less you know the better; you scratch my back, maybe I scratch yours. That kind of thing. And at what point is it just compulsive behavior, compulsively hoarding wealth again despite it not amounting to anything. What’s his end game? To survive? To win? Win what?

#hungry tag #zombie au

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rjam9 · 1 year

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blorbo bingo: gregory :)

ty for the ask! sorry this took ages my internet is dogshit rn

send me a character based on this bingo and/or click on “keep reading” to see my mad ramblings

most fandom takes are incorrect

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again the Gregory-is-a-robot theory is stupid and i hate it (it’s not actually stupid i respect peoples theories but by god do i hate it). also all the takes that say Gregory is a monster or evil or whatever ESPECIALLY after the ruin dlc hmm. not good.

there’s probably a deep seated reason why i love them

i have come to realize that i have a soft spot for the “traumatized fucked up little kid that there is obviously something Different or Other about them” trope. and no this has nothing to do w my real life what are you talking about.

don’t typically discuss irl because of the fandom

i don’t typically discuss fnaf in general with anyone irl except for my friends and people who bring it up first. but if i did know any other irl fnaf people i would. probably still not talk about Gregory w them (see point 1)

projection has entered the chat

you’re telling me you DON’T want a giant protective robot bear as a dad? couldn’t be me lol. also again, no this doesn’t have anything to do w my real life stop asking me that.

they are the white noise in my brain i can’t live a normal life anymore

Gregory slowly became one of those characters that fills my head and i can’t get him out. especially when i was writing my fnaf fic (and now that i’m starting to work on the alt. pov one). like i said i love traumatized kid characters they’re so fun to write and think about. i am rotating a png of him in my head like a microwave.

b r a i n r o t

like i said above. he lives in the head rent free. he is so fucked up and complex but also so so so simple at the same time and he’s funny and weird and protective and traumatized and he’s also just a little silly guy. just a lad. top character design for me.

i’m so normal about them :)))))

look. you can not write a 200k+ word fic and expect be to NOT be deranged about this guy afterwards

#ask #fanfics tropes and other things with themes #jam’s ramblings #fnaf gregory

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clarktooncrossing · 1 year

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HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK! There is a madness deep in the dark catacombs of Castle Clarkenstein. For years these claustrophobic corridors have been the home of the ghoulish giraffe himself, watching as the world passes by. He prefers it this way. It gives him more time alone with the voices. The voices tell him many strange things. Yet they always come back to one: make more monsters! Everyday they tell him this. Everyday he is unable to comply. Hey, being a mad scientist on a budget means he can’t afford the fancy scientific equipment needed to breathe life into newborn abominations. Guy’s gotta afford pizza somehow. Luckily, he has discovered a way of sorts to please the voices. During all those years of watching, Dr. Clarkenstein noticed a particular pattern. Every night during October saw artists posting new pictures based on peculiar prompts. Many of them based on children of the night. While the spotted specter might not be able to craft new zombies, he can sure as heck sketch’m! As such, I provide this friendly warning to you all now: Be afraid. Few people can survive the horrors that are DUDELZ of the Damned!

By that I mean I decided to do my own take on Sketchtober this year just minus the prompts. Anybody gotta problem with that? Tough, cuz I already drew this crap so you might as well check it out.

It is said a monster once menanced the mundane town of Milton, Georgia. The year was 1816, the same year Doc Clarkenstein inherited his family’s enormous estate. By then the young giraffe had been attending school in order to advance the field of biochemistry. It was all he could do to cope with the loss of his family. Being the last of the Clarkensteins was a horrifying revelation for the spotted student. Made no better by the fact that he had yet to meet a woman, settle down, and have a child of his own. What if he died tomorrow? His proud heritage would be lost then and there. Death, it seemed, was his ultimate enemy. Faced with this proposition, the one man clearly had one course of action: conquer death. Should he discover the secrets of restoring life to those already passed, then surely he would have nothing to fear! Except maybe the uptight heads of the university, who disbarred the madman after he proposed his theories to him. As far as they cared, only God may tamper with life itself. Well if God didn’t want the disavowed doctor to meddle with the afterlife, why would he give him this idea anyway? Who were these stuffy scholars to tell the grieving man that he couldn’t bring back the dead? None of them could stop him. Especially now that his family home was fitted with what he needed: a proper lab filled with body parts harvested from nearby cemeteries. Most of them having belonged to American crocodiles for some oddly specific reason. Eh, beggars can’t be choosers. With all of this assembled, the young doctor gave birth to a new form of creature: Crocenstein!

Much like the AH Wolf, Crocenstein is yet another idea I’ve had for a while. The idea first sprang up in a Halloween comic for 2014 exploring Bumper’s fear of Ghostbusters. After the little ghostly goober is zapped at, slimmed, and set ablaze as a giant marshmallow, the comic ends with Crocie giving his wife the stinky eye for showing him the flick. It’s there we can see my original Crocenstein design, which wasn’t that good in hindsight. Ignoring how derivative it is of the design made famous in the films, the clothes he’s wearing are too clean and there’s few indications that he’s essentially a zombie. Dude’s supposed to look dead, not like he has an exaggerated forehead. That’s not even getting into the problems with Alberta’s Bride, but that’s a subject for another DUDEL. For now I just knew my buddy’s monstrous variant needed an update. After drawing this picture twice, I think it’s safe to say it came out looking good. Gone are the clothes in favor of different body parts from various species of crocodilian and reptiles. Unlike his book counterpart, Doc Clarkenstein isn’t too picky about parts. Especially when the end results look so cool regardless! Expect more of this monster in the future, but for now I hope you all enjoy this DUDEL!

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

#clarktooncrossing #clarktoons #cartoons #monsters #Frankenstein #Frankensteins Monster #Halloween #Halloween 2023 #Inktober #fall #original character #original art #say no to ai art #ai art sucks #Crocie #Crocenstein #crocodile #reptile #sketch

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PART 4. HOW THE RICH SUCK THEIR OWN DICKS

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.9k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. enji makes an appearance bleh, enji being classist, enji...ew, okay i swear most of the chapter is shouto and y/n being cute though

A/N. ngl i have genshin brainrot real bad at the moment but i still have motivation for ceo!shouto and ceo!shouto only u.u there are only 7 parts to this series so we’re at the halfway mark already AHHH i hope u enjoy reading and lmk what u think!! :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

Shouto’s day went from good to bad faster than it took to pull an espresso.

It started off with a good morning text from you and having a brief, but pleasant, interaction at your work. Actually, the past few weeks have been going along a similar routine that he found himself settling into all too comfortably. You even upheld your promise of stealing him away one weekend to walk around the park, get food, and just have time to relax and be happy for once.

Getting to be in your presence almost daily became so normalized in his life that even some of his employees heard about the cute barista with the best pastries. Yet, although he saw you often, he found himself wanting to talk to you more and more.

But for now, Shouto told himself to settle with starting the mornings off with you. They were the best mornings he’s had in a while and he didn’t want to sound ungrateful.

Today, however, went sour fast after he heard his father was coming up to the top floor for a meeting with him. He didn’t find the idea of Enji visiting to be the most abhorrent thing, but the moment his father opened his mouth, Shouto quickly took that back.

As expected, his father reminded him about the annual charity gala Todoroki Enterprises was expected to attend. Handfuls of galas ran through the year, but the once hosted by Naruhata Industries under the guise of raising money and awareness for the charities of choice.

In theory, a charity gala ball sounded humanitarian and a way for the upper class to give back, but in reality, most of the funds collected didn’t go to the actual charities, instead they went to paying for the venue, live bands, entertainment, the most expensive catering, decorations, and more. What presented itself as a charitable event in the eyes of the public was really a way rich people could flaunt their wealth and feel good about themselves for doing absolutely nothing to benefit society. A way for the rich to suck their own dicks, if you would.

Shouto absolutely hated it.

It was also a press opportunity and, in his father’s eyes, a way to gain public favor for the Todoroki business. Today, Enji attempted to tell him that bringing a date that fit the mold of high society was the best way for him to establish rapport through media coverage. Apparently, the image news outlets have placed on Shouto were either a heartbreaker and playboy with no care for other’s emotions, or a monotonous stoic who seemed like a robot with no care for other’s emotions.

In either cases, there seemed to be a theme of Shouto not caring for others.

He sighed.

“You can’t keep that image, Shouto,” said Enji with his arms folded across his chest. “If the media sees you with someone—a nice girl with a good upbringing—then your likeability will increase tenfold. If there’s no one you like, I’ll have to set up a date for you.”

For a while, he was torn between telling his dad to fuck off and trying to do as he said to keep peace within the family. But then, an image of you popped into his head.

“Actually, there is someone I like.”

Enji narrowed his eyes. “Oh? An educated girl with wealthy parents?”

“There’s someone I like,” he simply repeated, the tone in his voice growing cold.

He didn’t know anything about your upbringing or family nor did he exactly care. Shouto didn’t want to bring a date to the dumb gala, but if he had to, he would want it to be you. Only if you agreed, of course. But if you weren’t willing, then he had to face the facts that his father would most likely force a date of his own choosing upon Shouto.

“That’s good you like someone, son,” Enji said through his teeth, “but we have to make sure it’s not some sort of...loose woman. That’d be even worse publicity—”

“I like someone and if you really cared about my happiness like you said you did, that’d be enough.”

There was a tense silence in the air. Shouto didn’t have enough fingers to count the number of times Enji had told him and his siblings that he would try to be a better dad. A caring dad who only wanted what was best for his children. A better husband for Rei. A better example for the public. The first few times, Shouto believed it. But Enji said the same things over and over again with no lasting change and Shouto was just fed up.

After hearing the same lie told to him over and over again, it seemed to lose its weight. He seemed to lose his hope in his father ever changing.

Still, Shouto had to deal with him for as long as he lived. That much he knew as a son living in this society.

But he hoped Enji at least had enough guilt to let him have this.

“Fine.”

Shouto blinked in surprise.

Enji stated, “If you think your date can help your public image and not be a complete embarrassment to the business, you can bring them.”

That was the closest thing to approval Shouto would get today. He nodded and listened along to whatever else his father had to say, the only thing actually on his mind was thinking about how he would ask you out on a date to some stuffy gala. And hope that you’d say yes.

— ✩ —

“Wait, so, let me get this straight— You’re the CEO of Todoroki Enterprises and even after almost two months of knowing you, I had no clue?”

He inclined his head, looking solemn. “Yes, I’m sorry. Are you upset with me for not telling you sooner?”

Initial shock aside, you couldn’t say that you were too surprised at the revelation. You knew Shouto was wealthy and probably in some high-up position in the business industry, but you never knew to what extent. A CEO? That had to be the highest rank in a company! And a company as well known as Todoroki Enterprises?

The thought made you a little nervous. The guy you slowly befriended over the course of short cafe visits and silly texts was Mr. Todoroki? Or worse— The guy you stole away from doing work for a whole weekend was someone as busy as a CEO? You internally groaned. That had to be against laws of the universe or something.

“I’m not upset, no,” you said with a shake of your head. “I just...can’t believe it I guess.” Eyes widening, you were quick to amend your words. “Well, I can believe it. You seem very intelligent and well-put together and, uh, rich! But I guess I just didn’t think a CEO would be so funny and kind.” You winced. “Oh no, is that mean to say?”

“I don’t think it’s mean.” He shrugged. “You’re right to say most people in this field aren’t known for their delightful temperaments.”

You absentmindedly drummed your finger against your thigh, trying to process this new information. “So you’re Todoroki Shouto...and you want me to be your date to the Naruhata Charity Ball?”

“Yeah. I know it’s a huge favor to ask, and I promise you can say no if you choose,” said Shouto in earnest. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to agree.”

With a hum, you stretched your legs out under the table before crossing one over the other again. It was a Saturday afternoon where you had no work and Shouto managed to escape from his for a few hours of the day. You took him to your favorite ice cream place nearby and the two of you ate at a dining area outside the establishment.

Just a mundane day as two friends hanging out with each other where you found out one of those friends was the chief executive officer of a billion dollar business headquartered in Japan.

Totally normal, everyday occurrences, obviously.

“And you need a date for this event?” you asked. In all honesty, you would be more than happy if Shouto asked you out on a date. He was fun and you enjoyed getting to know him. But these particular circumstances made you a tad bit more nervous.

“I normally wouldn’t need to bring one, but my father insists it’d help my public image and in turn the image of the company.” With a pinched look on his face, he took a bite of his ice cream. “In other words I bring a date or he picks one for me.”

You weren’t the most caught up on super rich people drama, but it was almost infamous how estranged the Todoroki family was. Again, you didn’t know much but you did know enough to say that Todoroki Enji seemed like a Class A asshole. If you could help Shouto out with his weird dilemma, you saw no reason not to.

“So this charita gala is like where they have those live auctions and silent auctions and get tipsy on fancy wine and champagne for hours right?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah. Have you attended one?”

“Not quite,” you said with a sheepish smile. “I’ve volunteered at one in school though. As one of those runners? It was fun. I got a bunch of those tiny complimentary candies!” Your mouth watered at the memory. “What kind of drug were in those candies? I’ve never had candy so good before!”

“The tiny, circular candies with the excessively big wrapper? The fruity ones?”

You shot up in your seat, excited he knew what you were talking about. “Yes! That’s the one!”

The corners of his mouth quirked upwards. “I always see those at these types of events.”

“So… The candy will be there at the gala you want me to accompany you to?”

“Most likely.”

“Can I take a bunch of those from candies there…?” you asked with an optimistic grin.

“I’ll be your accomplice in sneaking them out.”

“It’s a date!” you said before Shouto could get another word out.

You’d be reunited with those yummy, fancy candies you’ve been separated from for far too long. What other reason did you need to agree?

With a determined look on your face, you held your hand out for Shouto to shake to seal the deal.

He blinked. “Wait. Did you want to discuss it some more? Maybe have a few days to think it through? I’m grateful, of course, but I don’t want you regretting anything.”

“No. I won’t regret it. I’d do anything to taste those candies again.”

Shouto looked unsure what to say. “Isn’t there some parable warning people not to be bribed by candy?”

“Not to take candy from a baby?”

“No. Not that one.”

“That’s the only one I know.”

“Never mind then.”

The two of you exchanged confused looks before letting out fits of laughter. You weren’t sure if either of you knew exactly what the other was laughing at, but the moment was an enjoyable one nonetheless.

“Yet another reason to bring me to that fancy event— I’ll make sure you’re entertained all the way through,” you playfully bragged, smoothing down the front of your shirt.

“The event will definitely be more bearable with you there.” He licked a small bit of his ice cream from his pink spoon, making a sound of approval. “But you can change your mind about coming at any time, Y/N.”

“I won’t,” you said, holding a pinky out. “Pinky promise.”

With what seemed like a bashful expression on his face, Shouto extended his own pinky to interlock yours. You sealed it with a kiss and a heart, like you were a kid again.

“Now, am I supposed to be in love with you at the gala?” you asked nonchalantly, finishing off your last bite of ice cream. He offered you a spoonful of his and you tried not to grow too flustered at Shouto feeding you his dessert. You murmured a quiet, “Thanks.”

He gave you a small smile. “You’re welcome. As for being in love… I don’t think that’s necessary. Just pretend you like being around me, I think.”

Under the table, you nudged his shoe with yours, pulling a face. “I don’t have to pretend about that, silly.”

“Ah, well,” he paused, offering you another spoonful of ice cream, “I don’t either.”

“I’m glad.” Then, “Is this strawberry? I was never a big strawberry ice cream fan but for some reason this tastes so good.”

You ignored the nagging voice in your head that said maybe it wasn’t so much the ice cream flavor but who you were enjoying it with.

The two of you finished his dessert in peace and after cleaning up the area with a napkin, Shouto turned to you with an intent look on his face.

“Before the gala, would you mind if I talk you shopping so you could pick out what to wear?” he asked. “I would pay of course— It’s the least I could do to say thank you.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to thank me! You’re my friend and I want to help.” You thought about it for a moment. “And get the candy.”

“Anything for the candy.”

“Exactly,” you said in complete seriousness. “But I wouldn’t mind going shopping with you. You could help me decide what to wear! I’m not exactly sure how to dress for an event as fancy as this.”

“You could wear anything to the event and still look amazing.” His words were ones of flattery but his tone sounded completely genuine.

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment. “Look who’s talking— You’re practically runway ready no matter what time of day.”

“I’ve never walked a runway before.”

You stifled a laugh at his literal interpretation of your words. Cute. “Me neither.”

He looked confused at why you were grinning, but it still brought a smile to his own lips.

By now the sun had begun to set and Shouto was walking you to the train to see you off before you went home.

“Can I pick you up next weekend in the morning?” he said. “So we can get your outfit for the gala?”

“Sure! I’ll text you my address.”

He nodded in contentment. “And again, you don’t have to worry about any costs.”

“Is this why my friends have called you a sugar daddy?” you teased, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked down the street, side-by-side. “But thank you. Shopping will be fun— We can even match colors!”

“Mn.” He looked between the both of you, as if trying to picture what colors would complement each other.

You crossed the sidewalk in a comfortable silence, enjoying the scenery by Shouto’s side. A few times, you even felt his knuckles brush against yours and you had the undeniable urge to hold his hand. Would that be weird? you asked yourself before deciding against it.

Just because he asked you to be his date for the Naruhata Charity Ball didn’t mean he actually liked you, right? It was just a favor from a friend to a friend.

Something about that though made your stomach unsettled. Maybe part of you wanted it to be a real date— Wanted this to be a real date.

“So I won’t be seeing you tomorrow,” you said after a moment’s silence, trying not to look too dejected.

You knew he’d still text good morning and good night and ask you random things throughout the day (all of which you found really endearing, by the way), but it was still different from seeing him in person. Even though your time together in the morning was small, they still were enough to make your day. The thought of your waking hours being so entwined made you nervous, but for some reason it didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. In fact, it was sort of...nice.

“I’ll see you Monday morning, right?” you asked hopefully, though you were already fairly certain of the answer.

Shouto nodded. “Of course. It’s already marked on my calendar.”

“Ever the flatterer, hmm?”

“Not flattery, just the truth.” He pulled his phone out and showed you his (rather packed) calendar app. To your surprise, a little reminder that said ‘See Y/N :)’ was marked on his Monday schedule.

Unable to stop the beam from spreading across your lips, you hid your face in your hands. Gosh— Did he have to be so cute? He was making it harder and harder to only like him as a friend. And even now, you weren’t sure if you liked him only as a friend.

But you pushed those thoughts away.

That was something to deal with at a later time.

When you reached the train station you normally took home, you turned to Shouto, giving him a big hug. He was tall and warm. You could feel his lean muscles through his button-down shirt as you rested your head against his chest and arms around his waist.

“Thanks for today,” you mumbled. “I’ll see you again soon.”

After a pause, he gave you a hug back, hands rubbing hesitant circles on your back in a way that made you smile. “Text me when you get home safe,” he said as you both reluctantly released each other from an embrace.

“I will,” you promised. “You do the same! Later, Shouto!”

And with that, you waved goodbye and boarded the train, unable to shake the unwavering grin on your face all the way home.

a/n: when shouto started feeding y/n spoonfuls of his ice cream i cried (Ｔ▽Ｔ) that’s so cUTE OF HIM LIKE PLS SIR STOP BEFORE I FALL MORE IN LOVE WITH U !! >:O he’s such a sweetheart ahhhh,, i hope all the fluff made up for the brief appearance of endeavor ಠ╭╮ಠ FHDJKF

what to expect in the next part:

shopping for the gala time !!

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~ part 2

oh my, y/n has to try on dresses? oh my, it’d be a shame if they needed help putting it on :o *fake gasp*

yeah things get just a lil steamy but shh

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pyroclastic727 · 4 years

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Owl House said fuck capitalism

So this episode was interesting. Lilith pretty much killed her sister. Why the fuck would she do that?

Even more interesting: why is Belos like that? How did Hooty put his head through one of those guards? Who the fuck is the Titan, and why does everyone like him? And how are these all tied together?

This episode was a metaphor for capitalism

...and another delicious step towards radicalizing the youth into dismantling this fucked-up neo-feudal system.

We’ll start with Belos.

Emperor Belos is a weird name, don’t you think? We all thought it was spelled “Bellows,” but it wasn’t. In fact, it’s five letters, starts with Be, ends with os, and describes a megalomaniac emperor that restricts people’s freedom in order to accumulate wealth for himself.

Sound familiar?

Emperor Bezos Belos created capitalism. He saw the beauty of magic and decided to make himself the most powerful.

Belos created a system that destroys the masses and boosts his power.

I’m dipping into fan theory a little, because the fan theory fits. We know that people get branded with coven magic that makes it so they can only specialize in one area. We know that Belos is the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles. We know that the excess magic, magic created by restrictions, has to go somewhere.

It’s the same system that many viewers see all the time. A job takes up all your day and tires you for the night, so you can only do one skill for the rest of your life. Jeff Bezos is the most powerful man in the United States. Excess money, money taken by restrictions, has to go somewhere.

The magic goes to Belos, like how the money goes to Bezos. Belos created capitalism, and he won it.

The guards aren’t real.

Look, we’ve never seen their faces. They’re all the same. Why would you work so hard to get to the top, just to become a nameless, faceless killing machine?

Oh, also Hooty stuck his face through one. There is nothing under the armor.

Why? Well, it’s the same reason you see all those celebrities going around flaunting their wealth and bragging about how hard they worked. Like all those songs about how they grind every day and work harder than everyone else while you’re out clubbing, and that makes them dope. And then you take a closer look at them and see that they had a small loan of a million dollars fueling them, or an entire talent agency behind them, or their dad was a famous country star in the 80′s.

They’re fake. They’re hollow. They’re a ploy created by the capitalist emperor to try to delude you into working harder.

Let me put this into perspective. I guarantee that every single one of you has heard stuff like this: “Hard work makes you successful.” “I put in the work, and that’s why I’m successful.” “If you work hard enough, then you can be as successful as Mark Zuckerberg.”

And unless you’re a robot or really lucky, I’m sure all of you have failed at this. Maybe they told you that hard work would make you good at math, so you spent 22 hours a week working on calculus, only to pass it by 3 percentage points and have it destroy your perfect 4.0 GPA. Maybe they told you that if you talked to people enough, then you would make friends, so you spent a lot of time talking to people, only to end up lonely and friendless. Maybe they told you that if you did well in school, you would get a good job, so you spent all your time working hard to be a good student, and then ended up in a soulless, dead-end job.

The guards are there to delude you. Look, who really gains from you being productive? The answer is the ruling class, the CEOs, the government, the bourgeoisie. It has always been that. All you get from working is a paycheck that lets you survive. They get a paycheck that lets them get rich. Just like Belos gets the magic and productivity of the specialized coven witches.

The guards are there to trick you. The truth is that nobody can join the Emperor’s Coven. It’s just there to make you think that hard work will make you successful. Then you spend your entire life working hard, trying to prove to the person in charge that you’re worthwhile. You give your whole life to the Coven, and they give you nothing.

Magic is supposed to be something you pursue for fun. Being skilled at things, being good at something beautiful...that’s supposed to be something you do because you want to. But they took that and made it into a source of productivity. It doesn’t matter if you make good content. All people fucking care about is if you upload the day of premiere, if you make a lot of content quickly, if you maintain a million different conversations with strangers who expect you to be the most interesting person in the room. They don’t care how it hurts you. They don’t care how you crack from the stress. How you cry when you think no one can see you, and then you check your phone and someone can see you, someone did see you, and you have to put on your face and be the charming, magnetic person they want you to be. (oh by the way that’s why I wasn’t online much last week)

And it ruins it. Suddenly you can’t watch The Owl House without being stressed. You can’t make any content. You can’t make spells as powerfully as you want to. Your passion is replaced by perfectionism and insecurity, a voice telling you to keep being the best at what you do, or else they’ll forget you and let you die.

There’s also the Titan.

So nobody has mentioned him before, because in addition to the Boiling Isles being a hellscape full of witchcraft and queerness, it’s also full of atheists.

But suddenly we have people saying all this shit about him? Shit like, he gave witches the gift of magic, and then they learned to use it in a civilized manner, since being uncivilized was disrespectful?

I mean, first off, that’s fucking wrong. The island gives people magic. The island, which just so happened to be shaped like a titan-sized human. But the island/titan gives everyone all types of magic. Hell, even Luz gets to use magic, and she’s human.

It sounds really fucking familiar. (tw for discussion of homophobia and colonialism and misogyny). It sounds like when the news is on and they show some Tr*mp supporter talking about how fetuses have more rights than people and it is their holy duty to take away a woman’s control over her body and force her through unbearable pain and into an 18-year commitment she didn’t want to make. It sounds like all the times people tried to say homosexuality should be illegal, citing a single line in a book written two thousand years ago and heavily edited by a European king. It sounds like all the times people said God wanted them to conquer, to own the entire earth, to force the other races into pain to support them.

This is that bullshit thing people do where they commit awful sins and justify it by citing the will of God.

Or, it’s the Coven using religion as an excuse for evil.

Look, the Emperor’s Coven is clearly colonizer-coded. Saying that people’s original form of magic was wild (and showing a picture with the same joyous, rowdy energy of an 18th or 19th -century Black or indigenous party), and that it was God’s will for them to be “civilized?” Sounds like that thing that powerful white people did where they went and murdered people and forced them into their twisted capitalist system. God, gold, and glory, is what they said, because history books just love to omit the gore.

Lilith is passing the abuse cycle along.

You know, like a good little colonizer. God I fucking hate her. She’s a MILF, in the sense that she’s a Mother I’d Like to Fling off a cliff.

Ah, enough screaming about how much I want to drown Lilith in a tub of Hooty’s mucus. Let’s go into why I want to do that, and how she took the evils of capitalism and just...adopted those.

So, Lilith is sick and twisted for what she did to her sister. But, uhh, that’s the point. You see, there are so many other people out there like Lilith who would do the exact same thing, if given the chance. These are the people who do mean things when the teacher isn’t looking, and then act nice and try to frame you. These are the people who will hate you if you’re better than them. These are people who would do anything to bring you down, if you dare outperform them.

It’s greed, my friends. The mental illness that capitalism blesses us all with.

Lilith herself said it: she dedicated her entire life to the Coven. What she wanted was to be the best. And she almost was...except for her own sister. Someone who lived with her, annoyed her at home, bested her at school. Someone she could never beat, no matter how hard she worked. And her sister was younger than her, too! How insulting was that? Lilith wanted to be the best, and someone in her exact situation did better than her.

Lilith was insecure. And it consumed her.

But why? Why does insecurity consume her? I mean, no one can be motivated by insecurity forever. Well, not unless someone conditions it into you.

The lovely thing about the capitalist system is the morals it teaches you. Things like: “You’re only useful if you’re the best.” “Being school smart makes you smart, while being social smart or sports smart or creative smart or fandom smart is worthless.” “Your worth can be quantified by numbers and is based off arbitrary measures like your income or your grades.” Things that can and will drive us crazy if we let ourselves believe them.

And it did drive Lilith crazy. She got so twisted by a society that said being good at magic is her only worth. Look, Lilith used to be good at things, probably. She was good at sports. At times, she slips up and does an okay job of being Eda’s sister. She has a powerful presence when she’s in a room. And she’s wicked good at manipulating people.

But that didn’t matter. Lilith bought into the lies. She let herself believe that magical skill was the only way to measure her worth. And since she needed to be the best, she hurt Eda for it.

The beautiful thing is, Eda didn’t buy that. "It’s my power, kid. And before you showed up, I spent my whole life wasting it.” Is what Eda said, as she used up the last of her power, the last of her life, to save Luz. In her final moments, she proved that she’s not like them. She’s stronger than them.

None of this matters. Not magical prowess. Not the hierarchy. Not the promise of joining the Coven and having more power than anyone else.

The only thing that matters to Eda is her family. Her real family. Her Luz, King, and Hooty. And by extension, Willow, Gus, and Amity. Those are Eda’s real reason for fighting, for dying: to protect them. Look, there’s no way she would’ve come out of that fight alive. She has a family, and her love for them is stronger than greed or jealousy or capitalism.

Lilith never understood that. She thought the water of the womb was thicker than the blood of the covenant. Or, that the water of the womb and the blood of the covenant are stronger than the bonds of found family. She thought it didn’t matter if Eda loved, her, only if the Emperor loved her. Fucking bitch.

And now, a little something to worry about, before we go. Amity Blight. The girl who wanted to join the Emperor’s Coven more than anything, who dedicated her whole life to doing well in school, to being the best, to being perfect.

And then she met Luz. She fell for Luz. Now she’s in a tricky place, where habit and conditioning want her to join the Emperor’s Coven, but her heart wants her to do the impossible and destroy capitalism.

She wasn’t in this episode. Funny that being injured and unable to work ended up saving her from watching her future mother-in-law die. So she bought some time.

But Luz’s true mom is dead. This is the second mom she has lost, and she’s only fourteen. As powerful as King and Hooty are, Luz needs Amity. Luz needs Amity to support her and help her get back her mom.

So Amity has to make a choice. Fear and insecurity, or love and a high chance of death?

She’ll probably choose death. Because that’s the message that this family-friendly show is giving us kids. Fuck capitalism. All you need in life is to do what makes you happy and be with the ones you love.

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n0bamak1s · 3 years

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laughing gas - mai zenin x reader

request: “Mai Zenin x Fem S/o, where the s/o gets their wisdom tooth removed and confesses their love to mai acting all sweet and cute, mai then takes care of her s/o and confesses too, we can see mai being her bratty and confident self but when she is with her s/o she just lets her walls down” - @shockfirefly

summary: in the request! (genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slice of life, humor)

warnings: reader is high on anesthesia if that counts as a warning, swearing, mostly just tooth rotting fluff (literally!!)

word count: 2k

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this request! at this point i’m basically just a mai zenin stan account tbh but the requests for her are just so fun to write. i’m almost on summer break so hopefully i’ll be more active bc i have a few ideas i’m excited to write for!!

it seriously took everything in mai’s willpower to not immediately whip out her phone to film your groggy state the moment she stepped into the room where you had just gotten your surgery done. she stifled a laugh at the bandage wrapped around your head, vaguely reminiscent of the one noritoshi had worn following the exchange event. when your eyes flicker over to meet her gaze, you give what she can only assume is your attempt at a smile, but looks more like a dog caught eating its owner’s dinner, with your face all swollen and slightly flushed.

forget that willpower shit.

she shamelessly calls out your name, to which you respond like an eager little kid. “say cheese!” she gives you an uncharacteristically wide grin to signal you to mirror her actions. you seemed to not learn from your previous mistake and attempted to smile back at her, before immediately cutting yourself off with a muffled groan. she hardly bothered with hiding her giggle this time, but at the very least she had the decency to cover her mouth as she cracked up.

with an annoyed pout on your face, you huffed and turned to the nurse standing beside you, who you were apparently to loopy to notice had joined in with mai on giggling at your grogginess. “she’s so mean to me!” you said, though your tone had no real irritation to it.

“it’s just to send to utahime. she wants to make sure your doing alright.” mai lied straight through her teeth, though you seem satisfied enough with that answer as you started to push yourself up from the seat you’d been in. mai quickly rushed to your side, knowing you weren’t sensible enough at the moment to ask for her help. before you could stand up and inevitably wobble over, she looped an arm around your waist and moved your arm so it was slung over her shoulders.

“alright champ, let’s get going.” she tried to remain as nonchalant as possible with the close proximity, but unfortunately for her, you seemed determined to embarrass her as much as possible.

“well at least buy me dinner first, ya casanova!” you said (much louder than necessary, mind you). honestly, it wouldn’t be surprising to mai if you could be heard from the waiting room.

with an over enthusiastic wave from you and an awkward thanks from mai to the nurse, you guys set off on your way.

to be fair to you, it was surprisingly a relatively tame trip to the door, with you focusing on keeping your steps in tune with mai’s. you were too lost in thought to embarrass yourself until you had made it to the waiting room. you had rather innocently pointed out a small curse, which would have been completely harmless had it not actually been an old woman, and had you not spoken with an inappropriately loud voice. the poor old lady who had fallen subject to your anesthesia induced self gave you an agitated glare as mai waved sheepishly in apology. the moment you guys were out the door, you turned back to glance through the glass.

“we’ll get her later, mai!” you patted her on the back with determination, your voice still muffled in a way that made you sound like you belonged on sesame street. “she can’t fool me, stupid curse!”

had it been anyone else, mai would have simply rolled her eyes and tugged you on, but since it was you, she found herself laughing along, a quiet laugh, like the sound of a wind chime in early spring weather. the sound seemed to catch you off guard, causing you to stop in your antics before turning to face her. she paused when she felt your gaze back on her, looking at her like a kid would look at fireworks for the first time.

she raised an eyebrow at your sudden change in demeanor. “what?”

“your laugh is pretty.” you stated simply, clearly having some pride at being the one to get her to laugh like that.

she turned away for a moment, hoping it would stop you from seeing the flush spreading across her face, knowing you’d never let her live it down. “thanks.” she muttered, praying she sounded at least a little bit cool and composed.

the short walk to the car was filled with you pointing out random cars asking if they were mai’s as you rested your head on her shoulder, before deciding the swelling was too painful for that.

a large grin which quickly turned into a grimace (you really never learned) appeared on your face when mai finally informed you that you’d made it to the right car. she held your hand to support you as you stepped into the seat, and once she’d sat down, reached over to buckle you in. she chose to ignore the over exaggerated wink you sent her way in favor of her own sanity.

as she drove, you babbled on about nonsense like how you were sure noritoshi had made mechamaru to hide the fact that he was secretly a robot, or how after that run you had gotten at the baseball game, you were sure you were destined to quit sorcery to go to the major leagues. to humor you, mai nodded along, before dryly responding that she’d probably be a better fit considering how good she looked in the baseball uniforms.

ignorant of her joking tone, you were quick to agree enthusiastically. “definitely! but i dunno if i’m the best person to ask, because i think you look good in just about anything.” your voice was sincere as you turned fully to look at her with slightly hazy eyes.

before either of you had time to process the admiration you had shown towards her, you glanced back out the window to the familiar sight of your school. you excitedly waved at the sight of todo and noritoshi sparring together. after catching his attention, todo didn’t even bother to stop the roaring laughter that came from your appearance, pointing out to noritoshi the similarities between your current look and his from just a few weeks ago. noritoshi gave todo an annoyed look, before glancing back over to see mai helping you out of the car, once again slinging your arm over her shoulders and supporting you with an arm on your waist.

she tried her best to ignore todo, she really did. though, it wasn’t exactly easy to ignore him when he loudly exclaimed what a ‘lady killer’ mai was. she snapped her gaze to meet his eyes, giving him a cold glare, before continuing to slink you along to your dorm.

when you opened the door to your dorm, the first thing mai noticed was a bulletin board on your wall, decorated with photos of all your friends, which most recently included your classmates. her eyes flicked to a photo of you next to another girl in elementary school with a smile that showed off your gap from missing teeth, and she chuckled softly at the irony of the photo compared to your current situation. her gaze then quickly shifted to a newly added strip of pictures from a photo booth. she smiled fondly at the memory of you, her, miwa, and momo sandwiching yourselves together in the tiny booth to take photos during your shopping trip. they weren’t ‘good’ photos, per say, in fact you guys all looked rather ridiculous trying to pack into frame, but for some reason, mai seemed to soften up at the memory of it, and how happy you looked just to be next to her.

her train of thought was interrupted by you tugging on the hand that didn’t rest on you, making her turn to see you mere inches from her face.

why the hell were you so close???

“yes?” she questioned, hoping to deflect from the fact that she was so obviously gushing over the photos on your wall just moments before.

“will you sleep with me?”

had you not had an arm around her, she probably would have dropped you in that instant. from the way she carried herself to the way she talked to others, most people would assume mai zenin does NOT blush, yet somehow you’d managed to disprove that theory way too many times today.

“WHAT?” it was her turn to be loud for a moment.

“i’m tireddddd” you whined “and you’re so warm.” you had stated it so casually, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

she groaned, as if it would cover up her sheer embarrassment at how bold you were. wordlessly, she walked you to your bed, keeping her grip on your waist secure. it was amazing how gentle she was as she laid you down on that rock solid bed all the dorms were stuck with. she pulled a blanket over you, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed in hopes you’d doze off peacefully from there. when she didn’t shift from her position, you looked at her with a confused expression.

“wouldn’t it be more comfortable to lay down?” your words were still slightly slurred together. you rested a hand on hers. “you know i don’t mind.” despite your dazed look, she could tell your words were sincere as your thumb rubbed circles atop her hand.

mai turned to face you full on, her eyes gentle rather than their usual harsh look.

curse you for being so hard to resist.

“fine” her voice was quiet “but only because it’s my job to watch over you.” she stretched out her legs so she was laying down on the bed, pulling the blanket towards her so she could get comfortable.

“you’re so good to me mai.” you smiled. not a pained grimace, or an awkward baring of your teeth, but a smile. “people always seem to be so intimidated by you, but i don’t really get it. you’ve always been so nice to me. it’s nice.”

she didn’t understand how even when you were all loopy, you still managed to have such an effect on her. hesitantly, she reached up to grab your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours.

it seemed the boldness from your anesthesia had rubbed off on her.

before she had time to talk, you continued. “i always feel so glad when we get paired up for missions, you make me feel so safe. like, i know when i’m around you that you’ll protect me. i admire you so much for doing all that for me.”

she went slightly stiff at your...confession? declaration? what exactly would you call that? you had said it so nonchalantly, whether it was out of trying to play off your fear of rejection or legitimate confidence, it was hard to tell.

“plus you’re really pretty.” your hand squeezed hers as you looked suddenly very interested in the pattern of your blanket. it was odd, seeing you get so shy all of a sudden, though she supposed it was somewhat of a win for her.

as you stared sheepishly away from her eyes that traced over every inch of your face, you felt her hand come up to your cheek, tilting you to face her. she continued scanning your face with an impossibly soft expression, before meeting your eyes once again.

“you know i wouldn’t do all that if it was anyone else.” her voice was barely above a whisper as her eyes bore into yours. her face was so close to yours that you could feel her breath fanning lightly across your face. “it’s all for you.” you’d never seen her so earnest before.

you smiled softly at her, even despite the ridiculous bandages around your head, and your chipmunk like cheeks, she still stared at you with so much love.

“you like meeee.” your tone was teasing, but it was obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that you were just as whipped as her.

“dammit. you figured me out.” she said sarcastically, shuffling forward slightly so you were flush against her.

up close, the tiredness in your glassy eyes was obvious. she sighed to herself, and slowly leaned in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

“get some sleep.” she smiled at your eyes struggling to fight open your heavy eyelids. “we have a lot to talk about once the anesthesia wears off.”

maybe todo wasn’t so far off with that ‘lady killer’ comment.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #mai zenin x reader #mai zenin #zenin mai #zenin mai x reader #jjk headcanons #mai zenin imagine #mai zenin x you #jjk imagines

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raineydays411 · 4 years

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Trauma does really bond

Umbrella academy x teen!reader

Summary: You were number eight, The Healer. With the power to heal anything you touch. Or at least you would be, if the world knew about you.

A/n: I know I said new fics on Friday but I couldn’t wait lol

Everybody knows the story of the Umbrella Academy. Seven children, adopted by an eccentric billionaire, forced to become superheros and eventually fizzled out of the limelight.

But know one knows about you.

You were the eighth child Reginald Hargreeves adopted. You were Y/n Hargreeves, age 17. Everyone knows that the seven siblings were all born at the same time, and day. So how are you 17?

Well basically the same thing, but when your mother spontaneously gave birth to you, she handed you over to Reginald within a heartbeat and as far as he knows, you were the only spontaneous birth on y/bd. So he took you in. Now he wasn’t completely sire that you would get powers. For all he knew, your mother just didn’t want you. But all that changed when you were just 6 years old.

You had stumbled upon a mouse that was squirming in a mouse trap while exploring the attic. You felt so bad for the poor thing that you had set it free. You cradled it in your hands, as you teared up at the sight of it twitching when suddenly you felt it. It was like magic, you felt each bone and nerve that was broken heal until the mouse was once again moving, full of life. You ran out the attic, mouse in hand. Running all the way to your fathers office, barging in despite his protests.

“Y/n Hargreeves, how many times must I tell you--” “ I’m sorry father, but look!” you cut him off, thrusting the healed mouse towards him.

“Number eight. You interrupted my studies to show me vermin?”

“No father! I healed him! He was in the mouse trap and I healed him!” You exclaim. That caught Reginalds attention.

“You healed it?” He asks eyeing the mouse, “ How?”

“I dunno” you shrug, “ I just felt bad and touched him”

Reginald hums, standing from his desk and walks over to you.

“Come with me.” He says, leading you out the study with a hand on your back.

From then on he put you through brutal training. Nicking you with knives I see if you could heal yourself, bringing you hurt animals to heal, injured people. Then it escalated. He brought in people who were on the brink of death, comatose. He forced you to heal them, despite it taking all your energy. There were multiple times where you ended up collapsing, sobbing and exhausted from healing too many people in one day. He forced you to get up, and heal some more claiming,

“You have been given a gift. It would be selfish of you to hoard it just because you get a little tired”

Not to mention the brutal physical training. Because you had no siblings, he made training robots. They, unlike humans, did not hold back. Forcing you to fight as if you were actually trying to survive. And if you lost, you weren’t able to heal yourself.

Now all this training would have made some sense if you were going out into the world and saving lives. You weren’t. Reginald didn’t allow it. You were to stay on the premises, 24/7, 365 days a year. He claimed

“The world is cruel Number Eight. You are not yet ready to face the harshness that is reality. It is best to keep you here until you are.”

So alone you were. Well not totally alone, you did have Grace an Pogo. And you had Luther but all he did was missions and avoid you so he didn’t really count. But Grace and Pogo? They were your best friends. Grace was practically your mother. She sang to you, brushed your hair, tucked you in, told you about your “siblings”, and taught you how to bake and cook as well as other things. She like you, wasn’t allowed to leave, so you felt like she understood you. Pogo, taught you everything you know. He helped you learn seven languages, he sat and was forced to listen to you learn the piano, violin, and guitar, he was the one who snuck you Vanyas book and answered any questions that Grace couldn’t. And he was the one who sat with you in the attic as you both looked out at a city that didn’t know you existed.

You secretly longed for the day you were able to leave. If not training or doing school work, you could be found gazing out the attic window, or outside in the courtyard staring up at the sky. Despite being in a huge mansion, you felt trapped. You have read almost every book in the house, including Luthers research that he sent from the moon, Fives old theories, and Allison’s diary. You started meditating, yoga, and even picking up little hobbies like scrapbooking or candles making. You learned different ways to play chess, ballroom dancing ( your father insisted), how to read music, and so many other things. You were so smart and yet so naive. You, theoretically knew the cruel realities of the world, having read them in books and such. But you never experienced them. You had no human contact other than your father (and Luther till he was sent to the moon). You knew battlefield medic techniques but not simple everyday things. Hell, not even your so called siblings knew that you existed except Luther and he was sworn to secrecy. Not like he payed attention to you anyway. You weren’t even allowed to watch movies or listen to modern music. Just whatever records Luther had, and the Walkman you found up in the attic. But secretly, at night when you crept into the attic, you can see into the apartment across from you. Their large tv playing movies and you were able to watch. Playing classics like Dirty Dancing and Grease, action, and scary movies that scarred you for life. But it was your escape. You couldn’t hear the words but you made them up. A little world all to yourself, your little secret. You yearned for that moment when you could leave. Leave behind strict schedules and brutal training. Leave behind empty halls and loneliness. But you knew it wasn’t coming soon.

Not over your fathers dead body.

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Your father is dead.

You didn’t realize it at first, having been extremely exhausted for some reason. You went to bed early saying good night to everyone and promptly passing out. But you know that your father was fine. Healthy even, as you could sense it with your powers. So when you woke up and reached out, sensing your family as you always did, you knew something was wrong. You couldn’t feel your father. Not how you used to. It felt like...like the dead bodies he used to force you to heal.

You leapt out of bed and dashed to his room, heart racing as you passed a humming Grace. You burst into the room, seeing him collapsed against the bed, limp and eyes closed.

“Nononono father?! Father can you hear me?!” You say rushing to his side. You feel for a pulse but find nothing, noticing his cold skin. You start CPR, like he trained you to do.

“ Father?! Father please!” You start to cry, tears running down your face as you race to save him. But deep down you knew...you couldn’t heal a dead body.

“ MOM” you scream desperately, starting to use your powers, “ POGO”

You start to get light head, your basically pouring your energy into this dead body. Your powers kickstart the healing process, accelerating it 10 times it’s usual rate allowing for quick healing. But if the bodies dead...it can’t heal itself and you basically just heal superficial wounds but not bring them back.

“Father...” you start to slur, you’re running out of energy and he still hasn’t woken up. “Father you have to wake up...don’t leave me...”

Your world starts spinning as you fight to stay awake. Desperate to save the man you consider as your father. But you collapse. The world fading in and out as you see two silhouettes hover over you.

“ oh y/n...” a voice softly says. You feel someone touch your head and you succumb to the darkness. Feeling helpless as you realize one thing.

Reginald Hargreeves is dead.

That night, around the country seven siblings find out that their father has died. And make plans to come home.

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You were unconscious for the whole day.

You woke up letting yesterday’s events wash over you. You cry. Not for the man, cause let’s face it he’s an asshole, but because of what he represented. He was part of your family. Your world that only consisted of three.

And you couldn’t save him.

And let’s face it, he was your father. He kind of raised you for seventeen years. You had to care about him.

After calming down, you reach out. You try to feel for Pogo or Grace, but you can sense the presence of two people you’ve never met. So you force yourself out of bed, and creep down the hallway. Your room right closer to Reginalds as it was the only room left. So you snuck into the main room, seeing your mother staring into space.

“Momma?” You whisper, catching Graces attention.

“ Oh Y/n dear, you woke up.” Grace says with a smile standing and stroking your face, “ Darling, your in your night clothes, you know the rules.”

Your eyes water as you throw yourself in her arms. Feeling like a child.

“ I..I tried momma..I really did”

You feel her arms wrap around you, “ Do you want breakfast, you haven’t eaten in 12 hours and 15 minutes.”

You were confused. Why was she acting like nothing has happened?

“Momma I-“ “Mom?”

A male voice cuts you off. You freeze, not knowing who the voice belongs to. His presence unfamiliar.

“Diego, welcome home are you hungry?” Grace says, “I was just going to make breakfast for Y/n” she squeezed you gently before letting you go to turn to Diego.

You hide behind her, like a child. Peaking over her shoulder to get a glimpse at the man. He was average height, Hispanic most likely, wearing all black with a harness and some knives. He had short hair and a scar on the side of his face. He looked at you then Grace in disbelief or shock. You can feel that he was healthy, just a bit sore.

“Um mom who’s that?” He asks gesturing to you.

“Oh I suppose you haven’t met yet. Diego, this is..well why don’t you introduce yourself.” She says to you. Your eyes widen and shake your head.

“Come on dear, just like we practiced. Go on.” Grace nudges you in front of her. Setting a comforting hand on your back.

“ hello...my names y/n Hargreeves. It’s lovely to meet you.” You say softly, and then you give a shy smile.

“Hargreeves?” Diego asks, shocked, “ I don’t understand...how?”

“ Y/n is just like you and your siblings.” Pogo chimes in, startling the three of you.

“ She came to us 17 years ago, just as the six of you left. Your father kept her secret as he did many things. She has remarkable abilities just as you and your siblings. ”

Diego looks at you, sizing you up and taking you in. “Why didn’t we know about this?” He asks Pogo.

“ Your father had his reasons. He believed she wasn’t ready to see the outside world. She has been here her whole life.”

Diego scoffs, “ What? It wasn’t enough that he ruin our lives, he had to start again?”

He looks at you, “ Welcome to the family, kid.”

Then he walks off. You look at Grace and Pogo

“ Did..did I do something wrong?” You ask.

“ Oh no, Diego is just...on edge. You did great.” Grace says cupping your cheek.

“ I am glad that you are alright Y/n. It’s good to see you up and about.” Pogo says with a comforting smile.

“ thank you..” you say, “ there’s another person here..a woman.”

“Yes, well I think it is time you meet your sister. Come along.” Pogo says, leading you to the kitchen.

Oh boy...

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citrinesparkles · 3 years

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cat.

jason todd, eventually x gender neutral reader. 1,388 words. notes: this is part one of i don't even know how many and i cannot believe how wildly out of hand this got. this was a 500 word idea and it's gonna be at least three parts someone help (thanks to @angelz-dust for being so patient with me and encouraging on this!!! would never have made it out of the drafts without you <3) warnings: danger to kids, mention of a couple arguing, animal illness (spoiler alert: it'll be fine i Promise), a little (lot) different than my usual edit: part two here!

"let me be perfectly clear: if you even think about showing back up here, i will know, and i will make your life a living hell until i finally put you out of your misery. understood?"

"yes! yeah man i get it. understood."

"then i'd get going, if i were you." the man scrambled to his feet and bolted off across the playground, leaving jason to shout after him. "and warn any buddies you might have, too!"

he picked up the discarded knife and pocketed it. he then turned around slowly, hands visibly empty in a careful attempt not to scare the two kids behind him- well, careful not to make it worse, anyway. they, understandably, seemed a little shaken already.

"are you both alright?" he asked softly, slouching just a little to seem as harmless as possible.

probably would have been easier if they hadn't just watched him threaten someone.

the older kid- probably fifteen, if jason had to place a bet- nodded silently before glancing back at the little girl he was still hovering in front of protectively, who was just... staring.

she couldn't have been older than six.

"jazz?" the boy asked, voice tight. "are you hurt?"

he was ignored. "are you superman?"

the question, innocent and earnest and a little timid, made jason laugh. "not quite, kiddo."

she tilted her head like a curious puppy, furrowing her brow. "why are you wearing a jacket?"

jason glanced up at the boy, who seemed comforted by her mini interrogation. good.

talking was a good sign, too, so jason crouched down to meet her at eye level.

"because it gets cold out here!" he said, raising his hands up with a small wiggle of his fingers. "gloves, too."

"well, duh," jazz said with a giggle- a win, jason thought. "no fingerprints."

he nodded. "also helpful."

"and the hat to hide your face!" she said proudly, stepping forward a little to point at his helmet.

"wow, you've got the whole thing figured out, huh?"

"mhm! my friend ricky loves batman and his friends. he talks about batman and nightwing and spoiler and robin and red robin and red hood and batgirl all the time! they hide their faces like you, ricky thinks it's because of bad guys."

"they're kinda cool, huh?"

"nightwing's my favorite," she said firmly, as though it was something she had considered at great length and was fully prepared to defend.

"not red hood?" jason smacked a hand to his chest in mock hurt, shifting back dramatically. "i'm crushed, truly."

"no, ricky says red hood used to be an alien, but then got bored and now he annoys batman for fun instead. that sounds mean."

...well, okay, maybe he did annoy the big guy for fun a little. "that's an interesting theory, all right."

"ricky's got all kinds of theories. he thinks batman's a robot-" jason snorted- "and that nightwing was like pinochle."

"you mean pinocchio," the boy corrected quietly. "pinochle's what gramma plays."

"pinocchio!" she exlaimed, with a "ch" sound in the middle that made jason smile. "a doll that got turned human. that's how he does all the flips and stuff, he's got magic."

"hm, ricky seems like an interesting guy," jason said thoughtfully, making a big show of rubbing the chin of his helmet. "what do y-"

he was cut off by a loud, insistent meow, and jazz gasping even louder before taking off to the bushes.

"w- hey, don't rush off like that!" he said, shooting up off the ground as the boy sighed.

"there's this cat that she's been taking care of," he explained quietly. "the thing's got attitude for days but i think it's sick or something. jasmine's been bringing it little bits of tuna and chicken, but it's not like we can get it to a vet."

jason hummed. "why do you think it's sick?"

"it's thin, with its eyes all watery and sunk."

"might just be malnourished," he muttered.

"she's been trying to find it a home, y'know."

there was a wink-wink-nudge-nudge quality to the kid's voice that did not go unnoticed.

on one hand, it was good to hear something other than fear from him, but on the other... "what part of the tactical armor makes you think i'm an option?"

"the part where you just stuck around to check on us instead of running after that guy."

okay. maybe the quiet thing hadn't been so bad. the cocky 'amateur psychologist' thing was a little grating.

"you the real red hood?" the kid asked suddenly, shaking jason from his internal grumbling.

"what do you think?"

"i think you just saved our lives, and i wanna know who i'm thanking."

jason turned to him with a flourish. "red hood, baby saver extraordinaire. at your service."

"baby- dude, i'm seventeen!"

okay, so he would have lost his bet. "noted. still a baby, trust me."

"what are you under there, twenty something? whatever, grandpa."

jason chuckled, turning back to watch jasmine pet a small cat under one of the yellow lights littering the park. "you did well, looking out for her with that guy. you got a name?"

he scoffed. "would've been better if i'd kicked him between the legs right when he opened his mouth, instead of letting him get started on the whole 'what're you kids doing out so late?' bit," he muttered darkly, pausing for a moment before answering. "my name's jordan."

"well, jordan, what are you guys doing out so late?"

"mom works nights, and the neighbors were fighting. it was loud enough to wake jazz up, and it wasn't the kind of thing she needed to hear. i figured a trip to see her cat would be less awful than hearing them call each other things i wouldn't even call my friends." the breeze picked up, rustling the trees and catching on jason's jacket. "and then the asshole with the knife decided to make a bad night worse."

"is jazz your sister?"

"yeah, she's a good kid," jordan said, fond and warm. "sorry about the whole ricky thing, though. he's obsessed with those vigilante conspiracy videos and tells her all about them at school."

"no, no, it's fine. i can't wait to tell wing about his new origin story, he'll love that."

jasmine suddenly came bounding back towards them, grabbing their hands and yanking them to follow her. "c'mon, you need to meet cat!"

"you call it cat?"

jordan bristled subtly. "is there a problem with that, red?"

"no, no, it's an appropriate name. just making sure." jason waved his spare hand at his head. "helmet makes me hear things sometimes."

jordan opened his mouth, but his sister plowed right over whatever he was going to say, pulling on jason's hand again. "cat, meet... what's your name?"

"red hood."

"you can't be red hood!" she whirled around, indignantly putting her hands on her hips. "there's already a red hood in gotham. besides, you're not even wearing a hood, so it doesn't fit anyway."

jason turned his head to jordan, who was smiling- a good sign, but probably a bad omen for whatever he was about to say. "she's right, man. it's not a hood."

"tough crowd," jason muttered. "uh... then you can call me, uh-"

"bucket!" jasmine suggested happily, tapping his helmet. "because this looks like a bucket."

if there was one thing vigilantism had taught him, it was that sometimes you actually do need to pick your battles. this...

this was not worth fighting.

"sure, fine, whatever. hi, cat, i'm red bucket." he turned away from the kids- both of whom looked entirely too happy about the whole 'bucket' thing, he thought- and crouched down to finally look at the cat.

it did look a little sick, actually.

it was gray, and thin, and-

and now it was headbutting his knee like it was trying to push him over.

"cat likes you!" jazz cheered.

"sure does," jordan said pointedly. "isn't that interesting?"

jason opened his mouth, but his snarky comment died in his throat when the cat settled down right in front of him and blinked slowly up at him with a sweet tilt to its head.

...shit.

just- shit.

he sighed, standing up and looking back to jordan and his stupid, entirely-too-pleased-with-himself grin. "so, jazz," jason grumbled reluctantly, "where does cat live?"

#citrine writes #i promise i have a plan #jason todd #dc #imagines #dc imagine #dc imagines #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #sigh.

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Heyo!! Can I request a Kuroo x male reader, where yn goes to give him a love letter one day, but he sees him with his new girlfriend??? And he’s like-sad and he tears up the note and he moves on??? But then one day kuroo asks to talk to him, and he confesses to reader, but since reader already moved on he doesn’t accept??? Angsty ending if you will 💔💔💔 thank you, Mr. Mizunetzu !!

Hi paola ily paola hee hee

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Kuroo x reader - you did once...

⚠️Warnings - Kuroo gets a gf, angst, not so much of a good ending?

Pronouns- male, he/him

You can find part two here!

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“(Y/n), can I talk to you real quick?”

(Y/n) looked up from adjusting his loose kneepad, and wiped a bead of sweat rolling off his face. He turned his head to his teammates still on their diving punishment, and looked back at Kuroo. They just lost to another school again, but he got his punishment done rather early. “Mm? Okay..?”

He rose to his feet, following Kuroo out the gym door. The walk to a secluded place far, far away from the main gym was silent and awkward, not to mention suspicious. If Kuroo wasn’t one of his good friends, he would’ve thought he was about to be kidnapped. Or murdered.

Eventually, they stopped where the fenced pathway met the grass. Kuroo stopped ominously, further proving (Y/n’s) ‘serial killer’ theory. He turned around, facing (Y/n), and leaned on the railing.

(Y/n) stiffly held his hands behind his back. “So...” he rocked on his heels, trying to seem as casual as possible. “...what did you...need...?”

He was met with no response. Kuroo, instead, gripped the railing tighter, his knuckles turning a pale white. His eyes were downcast and he was sweating like crazy. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

(Y/n) stepped forward and crouched down, so he could see Kuroos face behind the mop that was his hair. He rested his palms on his knees, trying to decide what to say.

“...I...think your hair looks nice...today...”

If it’s one thing he hates, it’s awkward silence. Not to mention the suspense of waiting on someone to say someone possibly life changing. I mean, why else should he drag him out miles away from the gym during training camp?

“Uh-If we don’t hurry up, we’re gonna miss our next match-“

“I need to get something off my chest.”

(Y/n’s) throat closed up. It was simple. The secluded area, Kuroo flushed face, fiddling and chipping the rust off the railing. He didn’t know how he didn’t see it before. He’s been in this situation plenty of times, with girls he can’t even remember the face of. But oh how much he’d love to be in this situation a few months ago.

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‘Just do it. just do it. God, just do it. Worse comes to worse, he’s straight. It’s not like he’s the type of person to de-friend someone because they like them!’

(Y/n) gripped the white envelope behind his back harshly, crinkling it on the corners. It had a red, heart shaped sticker on the seal flap, with the words ‘To Tetsu’ written in dark pink across the back.

Both Karasuno and Nekoma were bidding their new friends goodbye, all scattered across the parking lot of Karasuno. (Y/n) paced around awkwardly, looking for Kuroo’s familiar mop of black, messy hair. He was nervous, to say the least. Very nervous.

“Ne, Kenma,” (Y/n) placed a sweaty palm on Kenmas handheld game, pushing it down lightly and forcing him to look up.

“Mm.”

“Have...have you seen Tetsurou? I need to give him something.”

Kenma hummed in acknowledgment, and nudged his head to the side. Sure enough, Kuroo was there, off in the distance and talking to someone he couldn’t make out. His back was facing towards them, and his hand was on his hip. (Y/n’s) heart pounded even more.

“Th..an..k...y-you...” (Y/n) gave a lopsided, very stressed out smile, and limped his way over to Kuroo. Kenmas eyes were drawn to the extremely obvious love-letter being wrinkled by (Y/n’s) sweaty hands. He pursed his lips.

He then looked up to the petite girl chatting with Kuroo. It wasn’t visible in (Y/n’s) line of sight, but it was to Kenma. He almost felt kind of bad.

(Y/n) stopped dead behind Kuroo, his eyes fixated on the ground as he ran through his memorized confession for the millionth time that day. He tapped on his shoulder, keeping the letter flush against his back with his other hand.

Kuroo turned around, and that was when his eyes landed on the brown-haired girl wearing an obviously oversized Nekoma jacket. From context of the scene, (Y/n) supposed it was Kuroo’s. He gripped the letter tighter.

The girl walked forward and extended her hand out. Her bubbly aura practically suffocated (Y/n). “Hi! You must be ‘(Y/n)’. Tetsu was just talking about you! You two are like—buddy buddies right?”

‘Tetsu.’ That was (Y/n’s) nickname for him. Only he got to call him ‘Tetsu’...and who gave her the right to call him by his first name?

(Y/n) glanced at Kuroo. Kuroo shoved his hands into his pocket and grinned. It wasn’t his usual shit-eater smirk, rather a genuine, lovesick dopey smile. A smile (Y/n’s) never seen before, not directed at him at least. It was a sight he wanted to burn into his mind, but at the same time, he wanted to slap that smile right off his face.

“(Y/n), this is Yumi-chan. She’s our new manager.”

Kuroo stepped behind Yumimite, and draped his arms around her dainty shoulders.

“She’s also my new girlfriend~”

“Oh-hush it, you!” Yumimite turned around and berated Kuroo with small punches, earning a playful chuckled from the Kuroo. (Y/n’s) grip on the wrinkled letter loosened.

“...ahaha! Congrats..! When...when did you two get together?” If (Y/n) was good at anything, he was good at pretending to be interested in something. Maybe he should’ve joined the drama club instead of the volleyball club.

“Mm. We got together just last week. She gave me a love letter.” Kuroo patted the girl on her head, ruffling her neat brown hair and making her blush red. It looked like it felt nice. He wondered how it would feel to have Kuroo’s undivided attention, to be pat on the head like a blushing schoolgirl. To be a small, pretty girl next to Kuroo, to have the ability to call him ‘his’. All his nervousness simmered away, replaced by a strange ache of numb.

“Well, that’s awesome dude! Honestly, I don’t know how you managed to snag a girlfriend before me...” (Y/n) slouched dramatically, quickly hooking the letter in the waistband of his volleyball shorts and tugging his shirt over it. “Especially such a cutie like her! I’m (L/n), by the way...”

Kuroo chuckled, slinging an arm around Yumimite. “Don’t go flirting with my girl now. You have plenty of girls practically throwing their panties at you.”

‘Yeah...but I’m gay, Tetsurou. For you no doubt! I-I love you-!’

(Y/n) almost wanted to yell that out. And he almost did. But he chose instead to keep silent and laugh in response.

(Y/n) bowed slightly. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you. I just wanted to say hi to Tets-uh, Kuroo...”

Kuroo tilted his head at the use of his last name, but brushed it off when Yumi hooked her arm in his. The couple bid their goodbyes, as they turned around and walked off. (Y/n) followed suite, turning around robotically and marching off.

Once he was a good enough distance away, he stopped behind a trash can and fished the letter out from his sweaty back.

He watched as the big pink words ‘To Tetsu’ bled and distort with every falling teardrop rolling down his cheeks. The water expanded and smudged the ink lighter and lighter until the words were practically indecipherable. You couldn’t tell it was a love letter anymore. Especially because (Y/n) ripped and trashed it up til it was a pile of pink and white paper shreds.

He tossed the stray flakes of soggy paper into the trash bin, watching as it fluttered and twirled tauntingly down the trash can. He quietly scrubbed at his red hot face, probably soaking his shirt with his salty tears. He rested his hands on the edges of the bin.

“Okay...” (Y/n) stretched up, spitting onto the concrete. “I...wonder...if my favorite ramen place is open...”

Strangely he didn’t feel devastated, or heartbroken at all. He just felt sort of numb. He didn’t feel the need to blast heartbreak music and cry out on his bed for hours on end. In fact, he was glad. Albeit a bit raw, and maybe a bit tired, but glad.

He got closure for the confusing feelings bubbling down his throat ever since he’d met Kuroo Tetsurou. He got his answer, and even if it wasn’t the preferred one, it was something.

The recovery process was easier than most people would think. It only took a couple long days to get him back to his prime condition. It was a given, since (Y/n) had so much other things to be worrying about. Midterms, volleyball practice, his friends. It’s a given that he would move on the things that was no longer on his priority list.

And Kuroo Tetsurou was no exception.

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It was kind of pathetic to see such a high strung man like Kuroo so shaky and nervous. Though, he felt the same way three months ago, spending the whole golden week perfecting a letter he never got to read. What a hypocrite he was.

(Y/n) cleared his throat. “So...what did you wanna say?”

“I-just,” Kuroo swallowed thickly. “Ah-I...give me a second...”

“Okay, take you time, Kuroo~” he stood back up to his full height, and leaned on the rail across from him. It was obvious they weren’t gonna get anywhere. “So...hows ‘Yumi-chan’ doing?”

“Ah. We broke up. She’s gay. She has a girlfriend now.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. Though, good for her for snagging a girlfriend. No offense.” Kuroo mumbled out a ‘none taken.’ (Y/n) continued.

“Was that what you wanted to talk about? Her breaking up with you?”

“No! Actually, I broke up with her first. And it was...it was kinda mutual.” Kuroo sharply inhaled. “But it does have something to do with what I need to tell you.”

How could he be more obvious. (Y/n) forced a smile. It felt mandatory now. “Really? That’s interesting. Do tell.”

‘Please...Please don’t say it.’

“I broke up with her...because I had these...feelings.”

‘Please don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to read it. I don’t want to know it.’

“And you know how she’s gay? Well, I think I am too.”

‘No shit Sherlock. I don’t wanna hear it. You’ve been fiddling around with your hands like a schoolgirl. Stop it, so we can just be friends like we used to be. Don’t make it awkward. Don’t make me hear it. Please.’

“And...well...”

‘Don’t make me look at your crestfallen face when I say no. It’s too much for even me to handle. I don’t want to see that.’

(Y/n) knitted his eyes shut. A fierce shudder threatened to rattle him and cover Kuroo’s mouth, but he kept still, as difficult as it was. He braced for impact.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

There it was.

(Y/n) pursed his lips and let his smile finally drop. Kuroo looked up from his trained gaze on the ground, only to be met with (Y/n’s) pitiful expression. (Y/n) never saw his face go from hopeful and love struck to devastated and heartbroken so fast.

(Y/n) cleared his throat. He was going to lay him down gently if it was the last thing he did. “...uh.”

He never said it’d be easy, though.

“If it makes you feel better...I did like you once, Tetsurou.” He only used his full first name during important situations, as he switched to using his last name instead of his first a long time ago. A lump grew in Kuroo’s throat.

Kuroo jabbed at his chest exasperatedly. “T-then what’s the problem?! We both-“

“The problem is I don’t love you. Not anymore.” Kuroo fell silent. He was so prepared to do anything it took to win over (Y/n), but after standing in front of him now, it was clear. Watching as he looked down at him with a pitying expression that made his brain go numb. He would get no where if he tried.

“...a-anymore? You liked me before? When!? Why didn’t I know?!” Kuroo grasped fistfuls of his black hair, a cold sweat condensing on his forehead. He was so animatedly desperate it was kind of sad.

“Not too long ago. Though, you kept me waiting since forever. And I thought I could wait forever.” A sorry chuckle emitted from (Y/n’s) lips. “I watched you go though girlfriend after girlfriend, Tetsurou. You even introduced me to Yumimite when I was going to confess to you. How do you think that felt? Even I got tired of waiting.”

“You...you were...” Kuroo had never felt so helpless. (Y/n) shrugged.

“I would give you the love letter I wrote for you that day, but it’s in a trash can somewhere. Ripped to shreds. And I don’t remember the words I wrote. I’m sorry, Tetsurou.” (Y/n) sighed and patted Kuroo on the head.

“You missed your chance...”

Kuroo’s eyes stung, threatening to unleash hell, but he promised himself he wouldn’t cry. No matter what. Instead, he rubbed the back of his neck and stood back up.

“I never stood a chance, did i?” Kuroo chuckled. It was a sad chuckle, one that made (Y/n) want to cry aswell.

“That’s the sad part.” (Y/n) pressed his lips into a fine line, turning it into a smile conotated with pity.

“You did once.”

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Go sit there and stare at the wall in silence as you feel bad for Kuroo getting rejected by you. Go on, stare. Maybe then I’ll consider a part 2 (and if people comment or reblog asking for a part 2, hee hee.)

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