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imyourbratzdoll · 10 months ago

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I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.

hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.

summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.

warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man.

You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.

“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)

“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.

“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.

“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”

Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him.

It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you.

“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.”

He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup.

You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces.

“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”

“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes.

Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?

A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips.

He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.

“Do you mean…?!”

Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.

“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.

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thedevilsoftruth · 3 months ago

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♡-Slow, deep & hard-♡

Gyomei Himejima x F! Reader

Warning: Smut! Plot? What plot? Vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, piv sex, size kink, overstimulation, cream pie, not beta read sorry!

Fic Requested by @veryzinecashfan-blog

Minors dni!! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet.

You weren't sure you were going to be able to take it anymore.

He was so big that 2 fingers were enough to put you in a coma. They were long but so incredibly thick, pumping in and out of your aching, dripping cunt as you came on his hands.

He had you on his lap. The perfect position for him to hold your small frame against his large one and give you exactly what you needed. Your back was against his chest, your head leaning back against his shoulder as you cried out and moaned directly into his ear. Just what he needed.

His lips were kissing at your neck, but his fingers didn't stop their thrusting, even long after you had already come on him. Your eyes were rolled back, your mouth wide open so he could hear your precious noises. He was overstimulating you. But then again, when did he not?

" Gyomei..! " His fingers brushed against that special spot of you, his thumb brushing against your throbbing clit. You couldn't take it anymore. You tapped on his thick, veiny forearm that was wrapped around your soft belly, holding you close to him. His movement slowed.

" My love? Do I need to stop? " He asked, tilting his head against your shoulder. You cleared your throat and shook your head.

" No--please, don't stop. " You told him in a rather shaky, whiney voice. The voice he loved to hear so much because it meant he was doing his job well. He hummed against your skin.

" As you wish. "

And just like that, he went back to his ruthless thrusts. You cried out, your nails digging into his forearm. But he didn't mind. He could handle a little pain, even if it came from you. But it's not like a tiny little thing like you could hurt him anyway, right? The thought of it made him smile.

You felt so tiny compared to him. So soft, so delicate. He was afraid that any wrong move could break you completely. And, oh, on the lords above of which he prayed to every day, did that turn him on so bad.

" Gyo... 'm gonna--c-cum again. " You whined in his ear. Fuck, he felt his cock getting hard again. He was going to fuck you that night. There was no doubt about it with how perfect you felt in this position and how perfect your sweet pussy was being for him.

And he took your warning to heart, continuously rubbing against that special part of you and rolling your clit with your thumb until you came down on him hard. Your body was shaking profusely, your legs feeling like jelly. You were panting, coating his thick, huge fingers with your cum. He gave you a couple more thrusts and then withdrew his fingers. He kissed your neck all the way up to your ear and hummed softly.

" Good girl. You took it so well, my love. " he praised, making your pussy flutter at his words. You felt exhausted, but he wasn't done with you just yet.

" Lay on your back. " He instructed, his voice deep with authority.

Oh no.

You gulped hard and shakingly laid down on the mattress. He hovered above you, his large frame covering your completely as he pinned his hands on either side of your face. He leaned down and kissed you, his knees spreading your legs wide open for him. He pressed open-mouthed kisses against your cheek, his big hands wandering up and down your belly.

His hands reached down to the white belt of his uniform, and he unbuckled it leisurely. You whimpered as his lips pecked and grazed against the nape of your neck.

" Will you be able to take it? " He asked against your neck as he kissed you roughly. He was so excited, he hadn't felt this great making love to you in a long time. You bit your lip and thought for a moment.

" I'll try. " Was all you said. He smiled.

He knew he was big in everything, and that was usually the reason he didn't penetrate you. But tonight, just once, he wanted to see how much of him you could really take.

He pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants, sending it off onto the floor with a metallic clank. He stripped the rest of his clothes, his muscles rippling as he undressed in front of you. You bit your lip.

How did you manage to get so lucky?

He sat back down, positioning himself between your trembling legs. Would you be able to take him? The question swirled and repeated in your head as you stared at his cock. You often underestimated and forgot how absolutely huge he was.

" You seem hesitated, my love. " He whispered in your ear softly as he directed his cock against your well-loved entrance. He was smiling at you, talking to you all sweet. It made you so flustered and made you want to sink into the mattress and hide.

" If you can't, you know what to do. Don't be afraid to back out if it's too much, sweetheart. " He encouraged into your ear, pecking at the area connecting your ear to your neck. Your body became tense as you felt him entering you slowly, and you placed your hands on his board shoulders with a whine.

" Shh. Breathe, honey, breathe. " He reminded you sweetly, his voice soft as his hands gently ran up and down the sides of your stomach.

You wanted to die.

Gyomei was so sweet and gentle with you that it made you sick. You closed your legs around his waist, bucking your hips towards his, welcoming him deeper into you. He thrust his hips forward, making you wince as he filled you completely. You exhaled heavily, his hands intertwining with yours as he slowly began rocking his hips against yours.

" C'mon, sweetie. " He grunted, lifting your hips with one hand to further seethe himself into you. The other hand stayed intertwined with you, ensuring your safety and giving you stability. He had such an unintentional strong grip on you, but you did not back away. You let him do what he needed to do, even if it meant that things weren't going to feel good during the first few seconds.

Your breath hitched as he picked up his pace, his cock sliding in and out of you easily due to your past orgasms. You bit your lip, your other hand gripping at the sheets below you.

" So... b-big. " You whimpered, closing your eyes tightly. But the strong, warm hand that was feeling your cheek and the other hand that was holding yours gave you reassurance.

" I know, I know. " he cooed, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek. You felt warm inside. The things this man did to you. The way he loved you. The way he heald you in his big strong arms and showed you his gratitude for you. He kissed your forehead, and you felt your pussy flutter around his cock as his soft voice filled your senses once more.

" You're taking me so well, angel. Oh, god... " His voice died out with a soft moan as he buried his face into your neck, his hips snapping against yours, cock hitting every single inch of you.

" Is that good, darling? Feel good? " He inquired in your ear, his speech slurred. Pleasure was started to hit you like a freight train. You were panting and overstimulated, but he? He could go on for hours and not be tired. He was the strongest hashira, after all.

Your head fell back onto the pillow bellow you, your neck exposed to him as you moaned loudly. He took the opportunity to start attacking your neck with hot, sloppy kisses. His thrusts became faster, his body pushing yours forward and back onto the sheets below you in time with his thrusts. He was so determined to do whatever he could to get one more orgasm out of you.

His cock nudged against your g-spot, making you gasp and your back arch off the mattress. Your toes curled into the red satin sheets below you. You let go of his hand and clawed at his back instead, moaning chants if his name directly into his ear.

" Gyo... I'm gonna cum soon. " You whined in his ear. He moaned softly, his hand reaching between your legs to rub against your clit soothingly. He could feel his orgasm building as well.

" Me too. Ha.. cum with me, love? " He groaned, lifting one of your legs above his shoulder to deepen his thrusts. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, pleasure taking you whole. Everything was perfect. The position, the pace, his voice. Everything. Everything made your cunt flutter and your knees weak.

Your body was shaking in his arms. His thumb was rolling against your clit perfectly, and, oh, god, you were almost there. He gave your thigh gentle kisses, biting your skin occasionally as he trashed against every part of you you so badly needed touched.

" Gyomei!! Ah--cu-cumming... ahh. " You moaned, coming down on him hard. He panted, gives you a few more thrusts before spilling inside you completely. Your entire body was shaking, your legs jerking as you came around his cock. Hot cum flooded your heat, your own spilling down his cock and onto the sheets beneath your bodies. He let your leg down and pulled out. You winced at the feeling, gasping for air.

" Oh, god. " You choked. He leaned down and kissed you, his thumb brushing against your cheek soothingly. He quickly pulled away so you could catch your breath and rested his forehead against yours.

" Honey, " he said, " I love you... you did so well. "

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queenimmadolla · 2 years ago

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𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

(dad!eddie x mom/pregnant!reader)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 • more of the pennyverse here.

Summary: . . . After your eventful labor and delivery, you and Eddie can only wait to see what fate holds for your newborn son as you two finally decide on a name. warnings: angst, a whole lot of angst, near death experience, difficult pregnancy, early labor, preterm birth, talk of loss of infants, birth defects, happy ending.

a/n: we have finally reached the rainbow at the end of the storm, my friends. wrapping this up feels so bittersweet, i'm going to miss all the interactions! i don't think i've gotten to talk to this many people here before and i hope it doesn't stop after part three. from the bottom of my heart, thank you. and a HUGE thank you to my partner in crime, @kitmon, for beta-ing this (all three parts) bad boy for me. while Wayne's World is finally over, i'm excited to continue writing for this little family. on to the next thing! word count is 4kish. happy reading! and for the people mad about the long post, sorry, had the 'keep reading' tab on but it kept fucking with the format and eating chunks of it. you're gonna have to scroll. let me know what you think? ◡̈

While Eddie was out like a light, your doctor had also dropped in for a visit to inform you you’d be staying at the hospital for at least another day, which you weren’t too excited about. You were prescribed medication to take during your stay and so long as you felt good, you were allowed to roam about, meaning you could visit your son.

Wayne had also dropped by, with a bag he’d packed full of Eddie’s clothes and things he thought he would need. He hadn’t wanted to wake Eddie up, either. After making sure you were okay, he ended up taking Penny home with him. You’d debated on letting her stay, but you figured Eddie would be vehement on staying with you and she’d want to play with her toys soon. Wayne had promised to bring her back for visits.

Then it was just you and your sleeping husband. Eddie slept through the morning, past the afternoon, and into the evening. You were just about to run out of patience��eager to see your baby—when he finally woke up.

“Wha’ happen?” He rasped out, voice groggy and eyes squinted almost shut as he stretched, letting out an inhuman grunt.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” you glanced at the clock on the wall, “or goodnight, I guess.”

“Night?” He followed your gaze, eyes shooting wide open when he realized how late he’d slept. “Oh, shit. It’s seven.”

“I’m aware,” you were entirely amused, “Your breakfast, lunch, and dinner are on the counter.” You pointed over to the counter and cabinets lining the wall.

Eddie was starving, he tossed the blanket aside to get up and made quick work of all of his meals, to your surprise.

Watching Eddie eat was always so entertaining. He ate so chaotically, messy like a gremlin. And not just when he was starving.

“Where’s Pen?” He asked through a mouthful of food.

“With Wayne and Maude. He stopped by and dropped off some things for you.” You pointed this time to the duffel bag resting near his makeshift pullout bed.

The burger you’d got him for lunch was clenched in his teeth, the wrapper around it preventing its contents from falling out, as he rifled through it, pulling out a clean shirt, a pair of sweats and some boxers.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He asked, again with a mouthful of food as he unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his legs.

You watched as he struggled to get his feet out of them without using his hands, aggressively shaking them off his right ankle. He cursed under his breath once they were off and you couldn’t help but elate in the fact your husband was still a dork.

“You were tired, snoring up a storm—’’

“—I don’t snore.”

“—And looking like you were in a coma.”

Eddie snorted as he devoured the rest of his burger before he was able to go put on the clean boxers (you’d made sure to lean forward so you could get your eyeful) and yank on the sweats. Then he pulled his shirt off and you responded by clapping your hands appreciatively.

“Now, give me a little twirl,” you swirled your finger downward, with a smirk and Eddie laughed as he threw the shirt at you.

“Knock it off, six week waiting period still applies to you so you’d better not tempt me.”

You whistled as you pulled his shirt off your head, holding it to your chest, “You might have had the dinner but I definitely got the show.”

“You’re incorrigible,” but he was still grinning as he yanked the clean shirt over his head.

You waited until he was comfortable, with his food, on the pull out before you informed him, “My doctor came by, too. Said I’m stuck here for another freaking day.”

Eddie pulled the fry he’d been about to eat away from his mouth so he could tease you with a pout. He was actually glad, you’d be surrounded by medical professionals so if for some reason something happened, they’d be able to take care of you. Plus, he’d be by your side every day until then. This was his last day off, but he’d call Norm in the morning and let him know he’d have to take the next couple of days off. He’d saved up more than enough paid time off at the shop, something he’d chosen this particular one to work at for offering.

Of course, when he’d gotten the gig as a teenager, he’d only been concerned about using that time to try out a new strain or micro dose.

You rolled your eyes and slumped back into your bed, “Jerk. She also said I could move around. After you finish eating, will you take me to go see him?”

Fuck, Eddie would take you right now. He was about to set his tray aside when you hissed.

“Eat.”

He held his hands up in defeat, but finished off his food a little faster.

While he finished eating, you’d gotten out of bed (yes, he almost had a heart attack and you had to threaten him to keep him from hovering) to freshen up. By the time you were done, so was Eddie.

You’d dug around his bag until you found one of your favorite shirts of his and put it on, under the stupid hospital gown, along with a pair of his sweats.

And you hadn’t wanted to, like really, really didn’t want to, but you allowed him to push you to the NICU in a wheelchair. It was the only way you were allowed to leave your room. Why didn’t you want to? Because Eddie insisted it was a game, full on running to propel the wheelchair, even spinning you around in it, when he wasn’t pretending to crash into things. It was fun, but you were sure the hospital staff didn’t appreciate it.

When you finally got to the NICU and the nurse placed your baby in your arms, you knew everything you’d been through was worth it. Every single second you got with him was precious and worth the possible sorrow that may follow.

“He does look like Penny,” you agreed, lifting him up to press a kiss to his forehead. He was in better looking condition than you recalled, not pasty or almost blue, and breathing. You remembered the shock of fear that had shot up your spine when he hadn’t been after you’d pushed him out.

He was small, smaller than Penny had been for obvious reasons, and while it made you sad that you hadn’t been able to keep him in you to develop more, you were still happy to have him.

“Although, I think their noses are different,” you mused and gently stroked your finger over the small tip of his nose, tubeless since he’d been removed from his incubator to be placed in your arms. He scrunched it up at the contact, and you were delighted with his response, “he’s got your’s, Eddie.”

“You think so?” Eddie was taken with that nose scrunch, absolutely entranced. He’d seen you do it in the wee hours of that very morning.

“Oh, yeah. He’s perfect. I wonder whose eyes he has.” Selfishly, you hoped a pair of big, brown baby cow eyes, like his father’s and sister’s, were under the eye cover.

“You can take it off,” The nurse hovering nearby informed you, he was handling another baby but he’d heard your comment, “he’s done with his phototherapy. The lighting in here isn’t harsh either, so he’ll be just fine.”

He stopped what he was doing to hand you a couple of wipes, “Just moisten the edges and it will come right off.”

You did as instructed, Eddie hovering over you in anticipation. Once the edges were saturated with the warm wipe, you carefully peeled the eye mask away, heart squeezing as your baby boy blinked them open. Well, that was a stretch, he blinked them into a squint.

He glared up at you like that for a few more moments, before his blinking became rapid and then they were finally open, forehead scrunched up in curiosity as he stared, little mouth just barely parted.

“Hi,” you giggled out, absolutely ecstatic to see a pair of familiar dark eyes peering up at you.

“Guess that answers that.” Eddie’s smile was soft as he watched you press another kiss to his head, your fingertips mingling with the fluff on his head. He couldn’t help but notice how enthralled his son looked with you, little fists curled near his face.

“You are so perfect,” you cooed down at him, finger stroking his cheek, he blinked at the contact, gave your hand some serious side eye for surprising him then returned his awed stare to your face. “I love you so much, my little grump. You’re gonna be okay, yeah? ‘Cause you’re just like your daddy, aren’t you? Gonna make it out even when you’re dealt the shorthand.”

Was Eddie Munson about to cry again? Yes.

“Perfect, perfect, perfect,” You enunciated each one word with a kiss to his head, “We still have to name him.”

The morbid image of a potential name for his son, etched into stone came to the forefront of his mind and Eddie felt a stabbing pang in his chest as he forced the image away.

“You know, I technically chose Penny’s,” you drawled, craning your head to look up at him, “I think it’s only fair you name him. Since you won’t let me name him Eddie Jr.”

Eddie stared back at you, gaze intense before it shifted down to the little bundle in your arms, at the face peeking out from the blankets.

He hadn’t wanted to name his baby after him, wanted him to be more than just a namesake. With Penny, well, her name meant something to him. Unconditional love.

It didn’t actually translate to that, but it had belonged to the one person in his life—other than you—who showed him affection, emotion.

The baby’s eyes moved away from your face, catching Eddie’s stare and something about it prompted a thought, a fact really.

Eddie was wrong. He was so, so wrong in his thought process. The weight of the realization almost had his knees buckling as he stared back at that little face.

For the first time, Eddie thought of his son’s name. Etched in stone or not, it was the only one worthy of him.

You’d let the nurse know and he retrieved your son's birth certificate for you. You loved the name so much and since Eddie had been the one to decide on it, you insisted he write it on his birth certificate as well. It had to be the neatest thing Eddie had ever written.

It hadn’t been easy to let the nurse take your baby back, away from you and you had teared up, afraid it would be the last time you’d see him.

Eddie had been upset too, in the last few moments you were allowed with him, he’d let his little guy hold onto his finger and reminded him of their earlier talk. He had to make it through tonight, so he could go home with them. After a few parting kisses, tears and reaffirming your love to him, he was whisked away to his incubator and you and Eddie made the sullen trip back to your room.

He held you in your bed while you both cried.

And cried.

Eventually, the two of you fell asleep, the sheer emotional exhaustion too much for either of you.

When you woke up, it was to sunlight streaming through the cracks in the curtains and the nurse taking your vitals. Eddie was still lightly snoring into the side of your head and just as the nurse finished, both Dr. Eisenberg and Dr. Houseman entered your room.

“Good morning!” Dr. Eisenberg chirped. Dr. Houseman silently made herself comfortable leaning against the counter.

“Morning,” came your groggy reply as you shook Eddie awake. He peaked an eye open to glare at you but the moment he caught sight of both doctors, he snapped awake.

“Sorry to disturb you two, we just figured you’d want to hear the news. Mrs. Munson, although I know you must love your hospital bed, today’s looking like your last day here. Which means I want to hear about you doing lots of walking today. I’m gonna check on you again tomorrow, but if all is well, you’ll be discharged then.”

Halle-freaking-lujah.

Dr. Eisenberg stepped back, nudging Dr. Houseman’s shoulder enthusiastically to take her place.

“I believe this is the first time we’ve met, Mrs. Munson,” she regarded you with kind eyes before acknowledging Eddie, “Mr. Munson. Nice to see you’ve gotten some rest.”

Eddie tried not to feel personally attacked.

“I come bearing news of your son. He made it through the night, with no issues. He’s out of phototherapy, responding well to feedings—that’s very important—and while his breathing is fast, it’s also a good sign. It doesn’t leave him breathless, so it may just be his excitement at being in the outside world and getting to use his lungs. He doesn’t tire more than would be normal for a newborn, either. We’re gonna keep him a little longer, let him develop a little more and ensure the hole starts to heal up, but I give it no more than two weeks before he goes home.”

The amount of weight lifted off both your shoulders and Eddie’s was almost disorientating. Your baby made it. You’d get to take him home! You wanted to cry, jump around, do backflips, but you settled for leaning into Eddie, who was blinking an awful lot.

“Alright, I think we served our purpose. We’ll let the two of you have some peace.” They both gave you grins as they made their way out of the room, though Dr. Eisenberg stopped, effectively halting Dr. Houseman as well, “By the way, LOVE the name you gave him. Really fits the little guy.”

Dr. Houseman nodded in agreement before she was ushering Eisenberg out of the room.

You held each other again as you cried, this time tears of joy and relief.

Wayne stopped by again, this time with Penny and a bag of necessities meant for you (packed with care by Maude because Wayne was too embarrassed to go through your drawers). She’d begged Eddie, literally wrapped herself around one of his legs until he agreed to take her to see baby brother. He hadn’t wanted to, would much rather have them meet at the trailer when the two of you could finally bring him home and not when he was still in an incubator, patched up to machines, but he relented.

Wayne kept you company while he took her to see the baby. She hadn’t asked any questions about the babies, only stating the stork must be getting ready to take them to their mommies and daddies because they were in boxes.

When he’d pointed out her brother, she couldn’t look away, placing both hands on the glass as well as her forehead to stare at him.

“My little baby potatoes.”

“He’s not—alright, sweet pea.”

“I getta keep him, huh, daddy?”

“Yeah, you get to keep him.” Eddie found himself blinking away tears, comforted to know he wasn’t lying to her, didn’t have to be obtuse to avoid telling her the truth anymore.

“Okie dokie, les take ‘em home.”

Eddie chuckled and pulled her a little ways from the glass to press a kiss to her cheek, “He has to stay here for a few more days, but he’s gonna come home.”

“Pomise?”

“I promise.”

She eyed him suspiciously, “You won’t fuwwet ‘em?”

“Forget,” Eddie corrected but Penny didn’t amend the word like she would normally do when reminded of the proper pronunciation. She still had a little difficulty with her ‘r’s so if a word had the letter in it and she said it right the first time, great, if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be fixing it, “And that was one time, sweet pea, I came back for you like a minute later.”

Penny maintained an impressive, nonstop commentary about all the things she was going to teach her baby brother to do during the walk back to your hospital room. At some point, she’d asked Eddie to swing her the rest of the way, which he scoffed at because that would make him look ridiculous to the staff.

Needless to say, by the time they got back, Eddie was sure the staff would be making fun of him.

Wayne hadn’t asked to see the baby, he was content knowing the little fella would be coming home with you. He still had that image of him in the truck stuck in his head, and he’d rather replace it with a baby in a car seat instead of an incubator. He and Penny stayed a while. She took your doctor’s walking orders (that Eddie foolishly mentioned in front of her) seriously and demanded you walk back and forth around the room with her. It was no problem until it just got annoying but you entertained her anyways.

Then all your friends had shown up, waiting strategic intervals of time to slip into your room as small groups so the nurses wouldn’t notice. They’d brought tons of gifts and Eddie had to sneak them to the NICU entrance, a few at a time, so they could see your baby through the glass.

After what a c-section was had been explained to the boys, Dustin’s respect for you skyrocketed, which you hadn’t thought would be possible considering his high opinion of you in the first place, and Lucas thought you had to be some kind of superhuman to survive that, he was amazed. Poor Will and Robin looked like they wanted to throw up when Steve’s girlfriend explained how some of your insides had been briefly removed to get to the baby.

It had been Nancy and Jonathan who got the group out of the hospital, and just in time. Your main nurse had come to check on you with all the suspicious hallway activity. Wayne and Penny left when visiting hours were over and you convinced Eddie to sleep on the bed with you, you always fell asleep fast when you got to cuddle up to him and you needed the night to pass already so you could get discharged.

You were impatient the next morning, Eddie watched on in amusement as you got ready, fluttering about the room until you finally slipped into a shirt and some comfortable pants with a high waistline (nothing was pressing into your scar until that bad boy was healed), then put your hospital gown over them and climbed into bed to disguise your getaway outfit.

Your plan was of course foiled when Dr. Eisenberg arrived and had you walk across the room a couple of times. She’d been amused with your expectations, but stuck to her promise and a nurse was wheeling you out after you were discharged.

Wayne, Penny and Maude greeted you when you arrived home, and while you were pleased to be in your own clothes and trailer, you wanted your baby with you.

“What happened to the spot?” You’d asked Wayne, at some point while Maude and Penny were showing Eddie a new dress Maude had made for her.

You were referring to the stain you were sure your water breaking had left—unfortunately, rather bloody as well.

“Maude got rid of it. Took ‘er a couple ‘a days but she managed to scrub it out, ‘s why she couldn’t come see you, reckon she figured you wouldn’t wanna see it.”

The widow from a couple of trailers away—and Wayne’s lady love—was shy as hell, but you were positive you loved her.

You and Eddie made sure to visit your son as often as possible. While Eddie worked, you spent most of your mornings and afternoons at the hospital, learning from the nurses about his improving condition and how to care for him. You’d learned he was fed a couple of special formulas, though they still encouraged you to breastfeed. On day seven of his hospital stay, you got to nurse him for the first time.

It was difficult, he wouldn’t latch properly no matter how hard you or the lactation consultant tried at first. It took him a while to get the hang of it, and it had been mildly uncomfortable for you, but eventually he did start latching. Day eight was spent encouraging him to latch each time. You knew you’d have to feed him those special formulas, but that was the extent of sharing him with a bottle you were willing to go. It was 50/50, and they’d informed you as soon as he caught up in development, and started gaining weight, the need for the formulas would lessen and you wouldn’t have to share him.

GOOD.

On day nine, you and Eddie got to bring him home. It hadn’t been completely planned, Dr. Houseman had suggested it the day prior, hadn’t guaranteed it and hadn’t been expecting you to have a carseat and anything else you might need for the ride home, but when she mentioned that he was good to go—though he’d have to be seen regularly to ensure his heart was in healthy condition and healing—Eddie bolted to retrieve the car seat he’d had waiting for his little dude and came just about running back.

“Don’t look so sour, baby,” He cooed as he tucked his little baby in and secured the harness around him. His son’s face was scrunched up, glaring at Eddie while he buckled him in. Clearly, he wasn’t a fan of the car seat, but he changed his tune when Eddie gently squished his cheeks between his thumb and index finger, the baby immediately relaxed, eyes wide as he stared up at his daddy. Then Eddie was tucking a blanket around him, and lowering the visor to protect him from the cold air.

It was wonderfully symbolic how peaceful the drive home from the hospital with your son had been compared to how chaotic the drive to the hospital, with him, had been.

Wayne, Penny and Maude were waiting for you again. Penny practically attacked Eddie’s legs as soon as he made it through the door with the car seat.

“Whoa, sweet pea! Careful, daddy doesn’t want to step on you.”

“I wanna see ‘em!”

“You will,” You promised as you shut the door behind you. Wayne and Maude were perched on the couch as Eddie placed the car seat down and squatted so he could carefully take the baby out of it. Penny’s energy seemed to disappear, she was stock still, watching as Eddie lifted the visor, removed the blanket, unbuckled the baby and finally pulled him out.

Maude’s reaction was instant, sounds of adoration slipping past her lips as the baby scrunched his back while Eddie lifted him, tiny arms pulling up near his head.

Wayne laughed, relieved to see the baby looked nothing like he had when he’d first seen him. In fact, if he didn’t know better he’d think Eddie brought home the wrong one.

“You wanna hold him?”

“Bring ‘im ‘ere.” Wayne held his hands out and Eddie carefully placed his newborn son in them.

“Well, ‘yer in better shape, ain’t you?” He commented down at the little guy. As soon as those eyes were on him, he knew there had been no baby mix up. He was Eddie’s kid.

“‘Shoot, another one with ‘yer eyes?” Wayne chuckled and Eddie’s chest puffed with pride. His next joke was directed towards you, “He’s lookin’ like Penny did when she was a baby, you sure you ain’t a copy machine?”

“Not anymore,” You scoffed, smiling at the sight as you leaned into Eddie’s side. He slipped an arm around your shoulders, hand moving to the side of your head as he pulled you even closer to kiss.

“He’s a cute lil’ fella. What’s his name?”

Eddie smirked against the top of your head before he answered him, “Wayne.”

“Hmn?” Then, without looking up from that little face, Wayne figured Eddie hadn’t heard him and was asking him to repeat himself. “‘Said what’s his name?”

“I heard you, his name is Wayne.”

Wayne looked up at the two of you then, eyes wide and unbelieving.

“Wha—?”

“His full name is Wayne Edward Munson,” you had to make sure they knew Eddie compromised and was willing to allow you to use his name as his son’s middle name, the smile on your face was smug. “Wayne.”

Wayne cleared his throat, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips.

“‘S really…” He trailed off, throat thick as he swallowed, head nodding a couple of times.

“I didn’t always imagine myself as a family man growing up,” Eddie confessed, “but when I did, I imagined having these crazy, weirdo kids who I’d love and who would love me back. Teach them to play the guitar, how to appreciate good music, play Dungeons and Dragons with. Was already afraid I’d mess up, though. And they’d stop loving me.

“When we had Penny and she,” Eddie pressed another kiss to your head, “suggested we name her after my mom, I thought it was perfect. Naming the baby I was afraid would one day stop loving me after someone who never did was perfect to me. I was struggling real hard on names for him, didn’t think Edward was worthy of him. Then he looked at me. In that moment, all I could think about was how much I loved him. I couldn't help but wonder if that was how you felt when you saw me.”

Eddie wasn’t the insecure kid he used to be—well, not as insecure. He’d been unsure of it at the start of his stay with Wayne, the older Munson was never very vocal with his emotions, though he had on occasion told Eddie he loved him. It wasn’t a machismo thing, Eddie was sure Wayne just didn’t know how to express emotions. It was how he’d been raised. Regardless, Eddie knew Wayne loved him.

Loved him when he was a baby, born from the woman he loved and not even his own son. Loved him when he saw him sporadically throughout his early life. Loved him enough to try and fight to keep him when his mom died, though the law gave him back to his dad. Loved him when a social worker showed up on his doorstep with him in tow, a broken shell of a boy. Loved him in those few awkward first interactions as they learned how to be around each other again. Loved him when he started getting in trouble, when police officers started escorting him home, when he’d had to pick him up from the police station, when he knew he was selling things and partaking in a business Wayne didn’t particularly approve of, loved him through it all. By blood, he might have been an uncle. By all other means, that man was his father. And his name was the only name worthy of his son. No rock star could compete.

“So, we named him after the other person in my life who never stopped loving me.”

Eddie could see the shine on Wayne’s eyes as his mouth set in a firm line.

Finally, Wayne managed to rasp out, “‘Ye’ah, you’re right. Not for one secon’.”

Not for once second had he stopped loving his boy.

Wayne looked down at little Wayne, whose stare was no longer scrutinizing, “You got ‘yerself a good pair ‘a parents. ‘Couldn’ta asked to be born in a better family.”

“Uhm, ‘scuse me, I fuwwot his name. What’s he called?”

“Wayne, baby.” Eddie chuckled and Penny leaned against Maude’s legs, craning forward to get a good look at her brother.

“Waynie. I like it! Can I put ‘em in my stoller now?”

“No, Penny.”

After the flood of emotions that your living room became that morning, Wayne and Maude had stuck around for a couple of hours before they said goodbye to Penny and baby Wayne and made their way home. So, about a three minute walk, tops.

You settled onto the couch, next to Eddie who had Penny curled on his lap, with baby Wayne, ready to nurse him as Eddie searched for something to watch. You’d just gotten Wayne to latch when Eddie made a pleased sound and you glanced up to find out what had amused him.

On the tv was an episode of Saturday Night Live, specifically the beginnings of one of Mike Myers’ most popular sketches as Eddie’s favorite character from the show.

“Just in time,” At the mention of his son’s name on screen, Eddie glanced down at the baby attached to your boob, whose gaze flickered to the side to meet his as if he was aware of gaining his dad’s attention.

The corners of Eddie’s lips twitched as his big eyes stared at him, “Yeah, yeah. I know. Welcome to Wayne’s World.”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 8 months ago

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Leon Day

Summary: The reader makes Dean breakfast on Leon Day and explains what the day is. While she has some fun things planned, Dean shares some of his own future plans with her...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,000ish

Warnings: language, 15x20 finale spoiler (fic takes place post 15x20 though)

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Y/N,” said Dean, scratching his head when he came into the kitchen for breakfast. “I haven’t been in a coma lately right?”

“No...why would you ask that?” you said. Dean pointed behind him to the string lights hanging in the hall, colorful lights twinkling along the wall. “Oh that? It’s Leon day.”

“Who’s Leon?” he asked, padding over to his usual stool, yawning and curling into himself. You ruffled his hair and slid a cup of coffee in front of him.

“It’s June 25th. Exactly six months from Christmas,” you said.

“Is it Leon’s birthday?” he asked. “Whoever he is?”

“No silly,” you said, returning your attention to making pancakes.

“Can I have chocolate chips?” he asked. “Please.”

“Uh we’re out of chips but blueberries instead?” you asked, holding up the package.

“That’s fine,” he said, spinning in his seat. “So...lights?”

“Well Leon is Noel backwards and since it’s six months from Christmas it’s kinda like a mini-Christmas day,” you said.

“Never heard of it.”

“Well most people have never heard of a devil’s trap but that’s a thing that exists too,” you said. He hummed and sipped on his coffee, crossing his legs on his seat. He looked younger like that and you smiled, hoping he was in a good mood this morning. “I only decorated a little bit.”

“So it’s like Christmas? I didn’t get you any presents,” he said.

“We don’t have to do presents. It’s more about, doing things together, making cookies, having a nice dinner together. Maybe take a day off from hunting,” you said. You put your back to him and finished with his pancakes, dropping some fresh blueberries on top for him when you were all done. You hummed and slid the plate in front of him, giving him a fork and knife along with a glass of water.

“I uh, actually wanted to talk to you about hunting. Sam and I saw something online,” he said. You sighed and poured more batter into the pan.

“A new case?” you asked, forcing a smile into your voice.

“This big house in Lawrence. Not obnoxiously big but it’s big, big enough for like eight people I’d say,” he said.

“Is it haunted?” you said, watching the batter bubble and begin cooking.

“It’s for sale. We were thinking of buying it. He was gonna talk to Eileen and I said I’d talk to you about it.”

“About…”

“Buying it,” said Dean. You turned and frowned at him, Dean shoveling his second pancake into his mouth. “What?”

“First off, chew. Second, why would you guys buy a house? You’re not suddenly going to become the Property Brothers are you?”

“No silly. The house would be for us. Obviously we’d ward the shit out of it but yeah, house. What do you think?”

“Why would we get a house?” you asked. Dean rolled his eyes and you put the rest of the pancakes on a plate, bringing them over and taking a seat beside him. “Like, is there something wrong with the bunker?”

“Nothing wrong with her. But Jack and Cas are up working in heaven and the world’s not so scary...and I did have a house in heaven when I was there.”

“You still haven’t told me about whatever space time continuum crap you broke in order to be back from the dead.”

“Jack just said it was alright so I’m back and considering you weren’t up in Heaven like we all thought you were, we all decided on a do over. I missed you and I liked that house but I want you in that house with me.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying...let’s go live in a house and maybe I hunt every once in a while, maybe I run point for some other hunters, if we decide to go that route. Maybe I do something different for work. But I’m also saying, I like waking up and having pancakes and having random holidays and being happy and I can decide to do what I want, for me. I want a warm happy house with my family. You can decorate it for whatever holidays you want if I can have that.”

“We can have that,” you said quietly. You reached over and he already was meeting you there, hugging you with a happy sigh. “You’re really ready to leave all this behind?”

“We can always come visit this place. But I think our family should grow up the way we didn’t get to. We deserve that at the very least.”

“And you said you didn’t get any presents,” you said, holding him tight.

“I may have known you were planning this,” he teased. “I waited a little longer to share the news than I was hoping to but I figured you wouldn’t mind your Leon day present.”

“No, no I don’t,” you said. He kissed you and grinned before he hopped up. He dug around in the pantry and pulled out a bag of peppermint white chocolate chips. “Well now you’re just bragging.”

“I heard we were making cookies,” he said, dropping them on the counter. “Later though. After my yummy breakfast.”

“After your breakfast,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Love you. Best mini Christmas ever.”

“Love you too sweetheart. This Christmas you’ll have a whole house to decorate. Think you can handle that?”

“Absolutely. As long as I get some help?”

“Yeah I think you can swing that,” he said. He kissed your temple and hummed, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “So where’s my present in all this? I mean, I got a house and like a life changing decision for you and I got pancakes?”

“You fucking love pancakes,” you said.

“Guilty as charged,” he said.

“I’ll make you them every single day if you want, how’s that sound?”

“Every single day?” he hummed.

“For the next week.” He chuckled and nodded. “Love you.”

“Love you back Dean.”

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lalacliffthorne · 1 year ago

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a party and kisses at midnight - a new years modern!batboys drabble. 🎀🪩

(last one for this year, my lovelies, as a little thank you. I can't even describe how happy you all make my lil heart by adoring these silly little drabbles and this AU as much as I do!! love you all to bits!!! *mwah*)

"Why is it so fucking cooold..." Feyre's teeth were chattering as she hopped up and down on the spot, her breath a white cloud in the air.

"Cause it's winter,", Mor supplied, very helpfully, her voice slightly muffled from where her top half had disappeared into the trunk of her car. I snorted softly, shivering against the harsh cold wind brushing against my legs as I shifted from one foot to the other, clutching the three bottles with glittery booze Mor had handed me against my chest.

"And he really does this every year?" Feyre crunched her nose as she looked up towards the lit windows on the third flow, the star in my window shining in the dark.

"Yeah." Mor resurfaced, hair slightly tousled but triumphantly holding the bottle that had decided to roll into the depths of her trunk after she had taken a rather sharp curve. "Last year, he actually threw the party at his dad's mansion, because he was out of town and Rhys had the sudden urge to be rebellious. It was a huge thing." She frowned. "How did you two miss that; the whole campus didn't talk about anything else for weeks."

I shrugged as she plucked a bottle out of my arms, tightening my freezing fingers. "We both spent Christmas at home, and then at New Years, we holed up in Feyre's apartment. We were in a severe food coma by midnight and didn't get out of bed before the next evening."

Feyre sighed happily, staring dramatically up into the sky. "The good old times."

I snorted and sent her a wide grin. "C'mon, you love the idea of an actual New Years party for a change." I raised my brows. "Rhys definitely put more effort into food than we usually do; he ordered some super fancy food and did some stuff himself, he basically spent the whole of yesterday in the kitchen and wouldn't let anyone peak."

"Also the view from the balcony is amazing at midnight!" Mor stretched to close the trunk of her car. "You can see all the fireworks from the neighborhood, and the ones down at the river."

"Why don't we go and see them there?" Feyre pouted.

"Because a) it's gonna be packed with severely drunk people, and b) like you just mentioned,", I climbed onto the sidewalk, bumping into her side and widening my eyes dramatically, "it's coooold!"

Feyre snickered. "Fuck off."

"In case it gets too busy; I locked my room so there are no hook ups on my clean sheets, we can hole up in there." I pushed open the front door with my shoulder. The stairwell was warm, and I could hear music vibrating from the third floor.

"Yeah, because your sheets are so innocent." Mor grinned when I tried to kick at her, easily dodging my heel and raising her brows. "From what I've heard, your sheets have seen their fair share of not so clean action -"

"Oh, fuck you,", I growled over Feyre's cackling, pressing my elbow into her back to keep her from tipping over backwards while trying to fight the heat in my cheeks and the grin pushing onto my face. Mor snickered and blew me a kiss, and I flipped her off as best as I could with my arms full before beginning to push Feyre towards the stairs.

"Seriously, I always wondered; how is Azriel in the bedroom -"

"Mor, shut up!", Feyre and I called in unison, Feyre laughing so hard, I had to shove her up the stairs. Shrugging, Mor followed, flashing me a grin.

"Just curious, you know; I've heard he's quite skilled, and I mean, it makes sense, the quiet ones are usually the ones who go hardest -"

"Oh my God." I dropped my forehead against Feyre's back as she stopped to hold onto the banister, giggling so violently, she started hiccuping.

"Okay, fine, I'll stop." Mor grinned. "But only because I don't want Feyre to fall down the stairs before she can get her midnight kiss from Rhys."

My best friend stopped laughing abruptly, and it was my turn to snort and cackle.

Feyre's cheeks glowed pink as she glared at Mor. "I don't -"

"Sure." Mor smirked and slipped past us, sending her a wink before sauntering up the stairs. Feyre glowered at her back, beginning to stomp after her, and giggling, I followed after both of them.

Up on the third floor, the music and noise made the floor vibrate.

"How do the neighbours don't complain every year?" Feyre widened her eyes slightly, readjusting the packages of snacks she was balancing in her arms with her chin.

"Probably used to the boys being loud." I smirked.

"I think Rhys always invites the people right below you, and the ones down on the first floor usually spend New Years somewhere else, so they don't really got anything to complain about." Mor knocked her elbow against the door. "And the old folks next door wouldn't even hear a whole football team tap dancing up the stairs, so -"

Feyre and I started giggling, and Mor grinned before widening her eyes when someone pulled the door open. "Thank God, I'm starving."

Following Feyre into the hall, I sighed happily at the warmth enveloping me as I kicked the door shut. Feyre peeled off her jacket before taking one of the bottles out of my arms, and I slipped out of my coat, squeezing it onto the overflowing coat hanger next to the door.

There were people filling the hall, the kitchen and crowding the living room; coworkers of Cassian's and friends of the boys from the gym, some of the guys Rhys played basketball with, people from uni and classes and a whole lot I didn't know. It was loud and full and smelled of stale air, perfume and food.

Mor, Feyre and I slipped past kitchen, where the Christmas decorations were still up and the counter had been transformed into a bar, with flashing lights, fancy glasses and streamers. Putting the glittering booze down, I followed after the other two into the living room. The tree was glittering, lametta draped over the branches after Cassian and I had taken down all the baubles this afternoon. Golden streamers were hanging over the shelves, ceilings and windows, along with big floating balloons. Cassian almost ran into one when he spotted us, starting to grin widely.

"Hey!" He ducked under some streamers and pressed kisses to Mor's and Feyre's cheeks, the latter clearly not used to his teddy bear behavior yet, before slinging an arm around my waist and lifting me off the ground slightly in a tight hug. When he let me slip to the ground again, he sent me a shit-eating smirk. "Look at you; you know, if Az isn't around at midnight, I'd totally -"

I kicked his shin the same moment someone behind me snorted, and as Cassian winced, an arm was dropped over my shoulders.

"If you think Az is not gonna make sure he gets his midnight kiss, you've inhaled too much glitter." Rhys' lazy smirk was audible in his voice when he leaned down his head a little. I pressed a kiss onto his offered cheek and called over the noise: "Where is he?"

Rhys opened his mouth before closing it again and smirking, nodding over my head, and turning around, I followed his gaze.

My heart dipped and swerved, and my breath hitched in my throat when over the heads of the crowd, I found golden amber eyes piercing mine.

Azriel was leaning against the wall next to the fireplace. His shoulders strained against his simple black t-shirt, tattoos scattered over his arms, his dark hair tousled. He looked glowering as usual, not paying any attention to the people bustling around him, but some of his bored scowl slipped away as his eyes dragged over mine. Then he pushed off the wall and started moving through the crowd, towards us, people getting out of his way quickly. But he didn't even spare them a glance, just kept watching me, something warm and deep and twinkling growing in his eyes that caused my heart to begin fluttering quickly.

Rhys slid his arm from my shoulder and moved past me to greet Mor and Feyre, sending the latter a grin that caused her cheeks to grow pink even as she huffed, and Azriel pushed past him. Something rose into my throat as I tipped my head back to look up at him, parting my lips to drop a teasing remark about his outfit that didn't deviate from his usual fits in the slightest - but before I could even make a sound, Azriel dipped his head and kissed me.

A small sound broke from my chest at the firm press of his lips, my breath catching in my throat when I felt his hand slide up to my neck, and my heart swelled and pulsed under my ribs as my fingers curled into the soft cotton of Azriel's t-shirt and my knees turned to jello.

Azriel's lips curved upwards slightly against mine. I felt his tall, solid body press against mine, his calloused thumb gently tracing the line of my throat. Then Azriel slowly broke the kiss, his nose gently nudging mine as he pulled back his head just a little to stare down at me, his eyes golden in the warm pulsing lights. There was the slightest trace of a crease in his cheek, curtesy of a small smirk as he leaned down again to press a light kiss onto the corner of my lips.

"Hi." His deep voice vibrated through me, low and smooth, and I managed a breathless "Hello." that caused the crease in his cheek to deepen as he broke into a grin that was shit-eating enough to rival the one Cassian usually was sporting. I quickly pinched his side, no give to his muscles when he winced a little and glared at me.

"Hey, Az."

Cassian probably had a sixth sense for someone just remotely thinking of him, because he was smirking when Azriel straightened and turned enough so that I could peak past him, just in time to see the twinkle in Cassian's eyes when he sent me a light wink.

"I was just saying - Y/N looks too pretty to not be kissed at midnight; I'd volunteer if -"

Azriel scowled darkly, and I snorted a laugh and flipped Cassian the bird. He pretended to catch it, sending back a kiss and grinning widely, and Azriel rolled his eyes and turned back towards me with a shake of his head, but there was a light twinkle in his iris when he gently pushed me past him towards one of the armchairs.

"Okay, only fifteen minutes til midnight!" Rhys' loud voice echoed through the apartment, answered by whoops and cheers, and I grinned into my drink when I felt Azriel's chest vibrate with a huff.

I was tucked into his side in one of the armchairs, my legs draped over his lap and dangling over one of the armrests, his arm loosely wrapped around my back. His right hand was slowly running up and down my shin, his scarred skin warm through the thin pair of thights I was wearing, his thumb brushing over my knee once in a while. Mor and Feyre were lounging on the couch a little to my left, facing us, Cassian reclined lazily next to them as he grinned when Rhys moved past the coffee table.

They had kept coming and going, but Azriel and I had spent almost all of the past three hours in the same spot. Mor had dragged me up to dance twice, and I'd only let her because it meant I could stock up on snacks on my way back to where Azriel stayed lounging lazily in the big armchair, dark eyes calm and watchful on the people laughing and mingling and talking loudly around him. Everytime I returned, his legs parted slightly, and he shifted until I had plopped back down next to him before dragging my legs over his lap and stealing some of the food or a drink I was carrying. He looked perfectly comfortable, and no one dared bothering him, the glowering looks he sent Cassian and Rhys' way whenever they got too close warning enough to anyone else.

I had huddled up with Feyre in the kitchen for a while, curled up on one corner of the couch and giggling, and got pulled into conversations with her and Mor and the boys more than once. But I was always pulled back towards Azriel and the place squeezed into his side, talking quietly over the noise, Azriel's nose brushing my hair whenever he mumbled something into my ear, his lips curving into a light smirk whenever his words sent me into a fit of giggles. When I twisted to whisper into his ear, the scent of his cologne flooded my nose, and I could feel warmth wash over me.

It felt like we were in our own little bubble, comfortably curled up in the middle of the chaos, barely even noticing the people around us whenever the others disappeared into the crowd again.

"Let's go outside so we get a good place on the balcony!" A coat was thrown at me, nearly landing on my head, and I jumped, my eyes darting up to glower at Rhys, but he just winked before tossing Azriel his jacket.

Sighing and grumbling, I laborously dug myself out of the armchair. I could feel Azriel's chest brush my back when he rose to his feet, towering over me, his calloused fingers gently pulling my hair out of the way when I slipped into my coat, then he slid into his jacket.

Wrapping the thick scarf Feyre had gifted me last Christmas around my neck, I shivered happily as I buried myself in my coat, feeling Azriel's warm fingers sliding over my palm. My heart rose when they slipped into the spaces between mine, linking them together firmly, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. Then his biceps gently bumped into my shoulder, pushing me over to the window doors leading out onto the balcony.

The air was freezing, our breath rising in white clouds when we stepped onto the balcony. The fairy lights wrapped around the balcony were glowing in a warm golden light, just like the bushes in the huge stone pots when we huddled against the stone balustrade. Mor's teeth were chattering dramatically as she slightly swayed on the spot, and Feyre's nose was pink when she huffed at something Rhys mumbled, but I could see the way she hid a wide beaming smile in her scarf. Rhys was staring at the side of her face.

There was a gentle huff against my hair, and when I looked up over my shoulder, Azriel's chest pressed into my back, his hands sliding into my pockets to link our fingers. His eyes were on Rhys and Feyre as well, and there was a knowing twinkle in his eyes as he watched his best friend stare at mine.

Feeling my heart rise and a giddy giggle pulse under my ribs, I turned back ahead, flashing Cassian a grin over Mor's head. He winked back, his wide smile causing his cheeks to crease.

Slowly, the others joined us on the balcony and at the windows. When I heard the door down on the street, I leaned forward to look over the balustrade and saw that some people had decided to watch the fireworks of the neighbourhood from down in the garden.

Rhys kept looking on his watch, counting down the time. Azriel wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my head as I played with his fingers, leaning back into his solid chest and feeling something thrum against my ribs. Mor disappeared back into the flat for a minute and returned with some glasses filled with sparkling, bubbling drinks she placed on the broad balustrade in front of us. I shivered in excitement, shifting giddily in the spot as Rhys started counting down the seconds to midnight.

The people around us started joining in until everyone was counting. I felt my heart rise and flutter as a stupidly wide grin spread over my face, Mor bumping her shoulder into mine and Feyre hopping around giddily on the spot.

"Four!"

Mor giggled and leaned forward to press a smacking kiss onto my cheek before looping her arm through Cassian´s, hitting his stomach so forcefully in excitement, he actually coughed a little.

"Three!"

Feyre squeezed my arm and beamed at me, and I caught a glimpse at Rhys on her other side, staring down at her like he was trying to make a decision.

"Two!"

I breathed out and closed my eyes, feeling heat in my cheeks despite the cold and the pulsing thrum of my heart against my ribs and the warmth blooming in my chest growing bigger and bigger.

"One!"

Azriel's hands slipped out of mine, his chest pressing into my back as his arm slid around my waist and turned me around, and as everyone yelled "Happy New Year!", Azriel's hands slipped up to cradle my face, and he leaned down and kissed me.

My heart rose in a wild flutter, and I slid my hands under his coat, his chest curving into mine as Azriel kissed me, deep and heated and all-consuming, his tongue twisting with mine as a soft sound broke from his chest, and I clung to him, feeling the thrum in my chest explode like the fireworks over us in the sky, showering my body in golden glittering sparkles until it felt like I was floating, my heart rising until I couldn't breathe.

I could hear whoops and jeers all around, a little far away and like slow motion, felt Azriel's calloused fingers cradling my face and the slight shudder in his breath when his nose dragged over mine. Then he kissed me again, his hands sliding down as my arms wrapped around his neck and my body curved into his as his hands pressed against my back, and I felt something begin to pulse against my ribs.

"Happy New Year,", Azriel mumbled against my lips, his deep, hoarse voice causing a shudder to run down my spine, and I clung to him, feeling a ridiculously wide smile slowly spreading over my face.

"Happy New Year."

Azriel's nose nudged mine, and his eyes, dark and molten, pierced mine. Then he dipped his head and mumbled into my ear: "C'mon."

My breath hitched, and my heart rose into my throat when his hand slipped under my coat and pushed me past him, through the crowd towards the doors leading inside.

I could feel him in my back, towering over me as we slipped through the people cheering and toasting in the living room. Something was thrumming against my ribs, twisting in my stomach when Azriel unlocked the door to his door and I moved past him, turning and feeling my heart beginning to flutter against my ribs when Az closed the door. The lock clicked, and Azriel slid out of his jacket, stepping towards me. His warm, calloused hands slipped under my scarf, his fingers tracing up my neck as he unwrapped it slowly. Dropping it to the floor, he dipped his head, his nose brushing against mine as the noise outside grew, mixing with the muffled crashing of fireworks.

The pulsing feeling in my chest turned into a hurricane, and Azriel slipped his hands to the back of my neck and kissed me, deep and hard and unhurried. Then he pushed my coat off my shoulders and leaned down, sliding his arm under my backside and lifting me off the ground.

When an hour later, we slipped back into the living room, the bass was making the floor vibrate, people were cheering and dancing, and Cassian, lounging on the couch, hollered while Rhys whistled, but Azriel just rolled his eyes. They couldn't see the scratch marks on his shoulders beneath the crumpled material of his t-shirt, or the love bites littering my skin underneath my dress, but swollen lips and messy hair and the way Azriel's hand slipped under the seam of my dress when he pulled me into his lap were enough.

Enough for Cassian to smirk and Rhys to chuckle and for Mor to wiggle her brows when she dragged me to my feet only seconds later, pulling me with her towards Feyre, the both of them cackling. Flipping them off, I let them pull me towards the people dancing and looked over my shoulder, and my heart rose when for a second, my eyes found Azriel's through the crowd, watching me, his eyes molten and deep, swirling with something that made my breath hitch.

I blinked, then I slowly started to smile, bright and cheeky, before sending him a wink, and I saw the huffed laugh leaving him, something dipping in my stomach when I turned around with a beaming smile.

The flat stayed filled with people until well into the morning. I was pulled into the crowd again and again, and yet - no matter how long I danced with Mor and Feyre, played beer pong with Cassian or mixed drinks with Rhys that were so bad, he declared us unfit to ever to do it again - I always ended back in the corner of the couch, with the scent of cedar and darkness filling my lungs, an arm wrapped around me and a deep, low voice mumbling into my ear, light kisses pressed against my neck and a scarred hand wrapped around my knee.

And by the time Mor and Feyre crashed in my bed and Cassian had dozed off on the couch and Rhys let the door fall shut behind the last people, groaning happily, I was already fast asleep, wearing only a t-shirt that smelled like home, curled up against a warm, solid chest, leg thrown over a bare hip and nose pressed into warm skin as Azriel slid his arms tighter around me, dragging me up and further into his body as his tall form curled around me and he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

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doodleferp · 9 months ago

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So I got my mom into The Walking Dead and I thought I’d post about her journey so far.

Her favorite character is Judith hands down

She cried when Amy died

She screamed as much as Lori did when Judith was born

She was VERY interested in Daryl holding Judith

We got a scream when Patricia got mobbed, and an “oh, no…” when we learned what happened to Duane

Merle and Andrea were her least favorite characters until they both died — she hated the way Merle treated Daryl and she hated the way Andrea was always blinded by a dick. She was also terrified of Shane

She cried a LOT when Maggie was talking to Hershel while he was in his little leg coma because she lost her dad and it was hitting really hard

As of today we have

A shout when The Governor killed Martinez

A very loud gasp when The Governer killed Hershel

A full-body “OH, MY GOD!!!” when The Governor put down Meghan

Actually screaming at Rick to kill The Governor while they were fistfighting

A very loud “OH, NO” when she believed Judith was dead

She kept asking if Rick was dead while he was passed out in the house

We had a very interesting discussion about who was living in the house where Carl got the pudding. I thought it could’ve been some college kids/a college neighborhood and she thought it was a new family moving in. She even found some details that I missed!

A brief intermission so she could do work and the entire time she kept asking me about the prison bus that was supposed to have Glenn on it and she was REALLY upset that something might’ve happened to Judith

When we picked up at like 8 PM she was ELATED to discover that Judith was okay. Then she started yelling at Tyreese for leaving the kids alone to go help someone

She’s terrified that Lizzie is gonna hurt Judith because “that girl has issues”

Side note, when Daryl and Beth found that massacre and she saw the kid’s show she was like “ARE THOSE THE KIDS??? ARE THOSE ALL THE KIDS?!?!” Despite the walkers and corpses being grown adults

She just saw the bus she wanted to see so bad and she even didn’t realize that it was the same bus

This woman turned 53 yesterday and her TWD journey is just beginning. She is already distrustful of Terminus but I can’t wait to see how she reacts to them being cannibals

EDIT: Mom enjoyed the middle finger house fire 🖕

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kel-lance · 11 months ago

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Jjk headcanons/fan theories/ random thoughts/random facts

I made this in a few months time so its prob repetitive

Tsumiki went into her year and 7 month long coma when megumi was 13-14 years old meaning tsumiki missed her sweet 16 :( (she’s a year older than him)

Toji was a good dad in the end (both times) bc he was already dead and told Gojo to take Megumi as a F u/later fix the alliance’s of the clans and to make sure that Megumi would be protected, fed, housed, and taught sorcery bc toji damn well couldn’t much less protect his kids from curses anyhow.

Noaya (and the men of the Zenin clan) abused Mai and maki bc they’re women (implied SA) noaya hinted at asking to beats em up like he used to (could be implied bc he called them hot & Mai has the same face) but he was also possibly teasing since Mai just 💀 but there’s no way he could have known that

It’s worse to be a male Zenin with no cursed energy bc then you’d be absolutely powerless, useless, worthless, etc. no other clan woman would want you and your fam would never coughed for you much less protect you bc why do they have to you were born a Zenin and yet…

So we know Kokichi Toji Mai n maki all were hit with HR but it was just a double whammy to also be twins? Yes. HR hit Toji so hard bc he was the first to be without cursed energy but then Nanako and Mimiko, bc they’re fraternal twins that that’s possible they’re able to both have CE?

Kenjaku stayed in Iori for so long that his stitches healed I’m guessing he planned it all (or saw hat happened which is why he chose Jin (bc there’s no way that’s random) and killed Jin and went to Geto when it was time (did Ken know about the KFC break up too??)

maki had no CE but still couldn’t get in tune with her full potential is bc Mai was there this the twin HR is f’d but there’s probably more chance one could 💀 the other to become powerful but in this instance it was about sacrifice and distance love. Different paths yet they were “the same person” so that’s only with identical twins?

sukuna loves to eat and is a cannibal and lactates and has 4 arms, 6 mouths or more, 20 fingers, many eyes, 4 legs, 10 toes, 3 heads, hopefully 9ft tall in his monster form….

stg toji had his divorced dad rock on religiously (nickel back fan don’t even start w me, weezer son nickleback dad)

nobara gonna be used in some way theres no reason to have her status as unknown of not to edge us istg I’ll even take a cursed spirit piloting her to mess with Yuuji more and she’s part of sukuna or some even worse group they gotta fight after the culling game arc

after chapter 253 are maki and yuta dead?? Hopefully Yuta was eaten but on Yutas birthday gege thats foul (I love it) 🫣🤩

It’s past ch253 and we’re waiting for 3/24 for the next chapter but I heard yuta yelled at Hakari to shut up with cursed speech? Or was that earlier

Maki Mai and Megumi and Tsumiki met probably around the time tsumiki went into that coma/megs entered jjk no wonder hes so formal//doesn’t know them well he was under gojos protection for so long

some jsckass said mais first love is unknown or megumi are you dumb shes in love with her sister no sister kissed the other to give them a sword cooly and die she literally just wanted to be with her no matter what to go to the ends of the earth it didn’t matter as long n as maki was with her but maki knew Mai’s potential to be better than her so she tried to make herself better, leaving Mai behind in the process and they still never hated each other even after all the time away.

mai likes to take care of cacti/the clan favored her over maki bc she has at least some CE//weve only seen maki being affected by her family's rejection (jjk0 makis mom said shed wished shed never have given birth to her as she was a failure and same girlie but my mom chose any and everyone to compare me to) but Mai either didn’t see herself special in that way and put the blame on maki or dealt with it in her own way (maki vs the fam excluding Mai and Megumi // whereas Mai’s version US against the world)

if choso is yuujis brother and kamo is one of chosos distant family, that would mean Yuuji, Choso, Yuki, Todo, and Kamo are all "Brothers" I love the thought of them being super cool and scary together with their cute yuki & Yuuji golden retrievers in a Doberman family

the same people who ship yuki and choso also ship utahime and gojo or shoko and gojo yall have NO comprehension skills at ALL or cant believe men n women b close like Yuuji & Nobara/Power & Denji/ Sasha & Connie/ Nami & Usopp, Franky, or Luffy)

Kenny planted the first finger by Geto’s twins to Yuuji’s school. they just had to get the finger to the occult club

Does Kenny have a witch or oracle or even premeditative powers to know the future or did he just plan this out to a T and what is his damn goal

Yuuji and Yuta are from the same home town bc gege said it’d be easier for the story but then todo also went to Yuuji’s middle school

Nobara dyes her hair lighter and I wonder how often she talks to Fumi back at home. And her grandmother if she’s like me w low contact

Megumi was alone with gojo for almost 2 years (no tsumiki) no wonder he’s so to himself he was probably always with tsumiki before, who decided everything for them (in a big sis way) and he respected it

Yutas a pos for forgetting how Rika 💀 then trapping her w him bc of how traumatized he was like bruh you also yelled at her the first time u ever yelled at Rika was over another girl and he doesn’t do much else but manipulate like the Pisces man he is (I kin him/made an oc before I found out about his BITCH ass and he got everything word for word but is a dude I’m losing it)

As an astrologer, I must say Gege’s planning with the character birthdays and everything else I can read from that is incredibly accurate I’ll give examples in the next points

geto’s mission was to go to remote village, he finds curse and exorcizes it, finds the twins the next dy, he kills everyone, he goes back to his pants to get supplies and kills them (prob no his first choice but once again was probably proven right) and runs has been gone for way too long and gojo doesn’t know what th ehhell happened. which is why he was so mad at kfc and geto just had to accept his new role while gojo was still in the past

Toji and Megumi (Kamo, Nobara, Todo) being cancer moons meaning they care about the heart, (todo has other placements making it seem a lil more “shallow” when he just wants a “straight” answer (lmao Megumi)

Yuta being a Leo moon and (outwardly asked) liking the chest

Yuuji being a libra moon liking butts all this makes sense (libra moons are indecisive, will weight out all the possibilities and still want the peaceful side unless there’s such chaos there’s no way for that to happen… then we snap)

Yuuji and Junpei would’ve been perfect friends we already saw but they both just didn’t ask for any of this and chose their own paths, they’re almost parallels of each other

Geto’s birthchart shows a lot more of wanting to get humanity to evolve where gojos looks more like a POWERFUL cog in the machine

Yap: Gege basically made this for women I’m sorry boys but why all the beautiful men & perfectly written women & relationships maybe it’s just a rare case where the mangaka actually knows women (or gege is a woman 🤗) & how all the dudes fit a Yaoi archetype & the women,,, they’re perfect & cute & not sexualized (other than maki in jjk0 & the glasses girl in ep 1 getting groped) but everything else is just hot w/o taking ur clothes off kinda energy & thats INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT w everything else going on

You think something broke in Meimei when she said she wanted to be comforted and Gojo was like bruh I was joking 🙃

Kirara and Uranme’s gender is yes 👍🏼

Geto raising the girls as a 17-18yr old is insane same age as Megumi and gojo so for how long was Geto their dad? Inbetween 10 years but when did the girls realize that that wasn’t their dad anymore? I’m guessing Kenny can remember the vessel he takes overs memory or does something to their brain to replace it w him

I doubt a male mangaka can write good women (mostly bc of the stereotype that they’re shut ins but also from just reading/watching with my own eyes and being a woman myself) and add them in correctly, though the thing is in jjk they’re all just in a world but in Naruto and berserk and stuff she’s the add in into /their/ world where they keep fighting bc they miss each other and she gotta be used and a pillar for them or an excuse like Nobara and shoko weren’t used like that by satsug and itafushi they were their own ppl w their own sh like don’t get me wrong vasca and Sakura also were their own people but they really were given the bottom of the barrel sh bc of the dudes decisions. Shoko and Nobara strictly did what they wanted instead of falter to men

They’re literally all kids it doesn’t matter if some are weaker or useless, imagine a god/demon came here rn like the strongest will survive/fight you have to also apply the “weak characters” to irl bc I bet you they’re still stronger than most of us (miwa, Kamo, idk about momo still but she been w them I can’t doubt her skill just cause they had POWERFUL enemies

Gojo not being able to drink makes sense no drugs to impair his power and eyes (maybe lightweight maybe uncontrollable drunk and no one’s really ready or able to control that)

Gojo isn’t coming back and he wouldn’t bc he half assed the fight and now he’s with his love and everyone has to fend for themselves now

I like to think Gojo had Megumi and tsumiki, Geto had Nanako and Mimiko and nanami had Nobara and Yuuji in this preschool/parent AU (tojis gojos ex baby daddy)

All of them are taller than me other than momo and Nobara. (Im 5’4” so gojos 10 years older and a foot taller 🫣)

In one of Geges book covers it has Gojo in the winter w pink camellias and those flowers mean ily even after death and that flower is also specifically for the birthday feb3 (Geto’s) AGAIN WHY I THINK GEGES A WOMAN RAHHHHH

Maki, Mai, Toji, Kamo, Kokichi were all raised w no love like at all. Yuta had it good til 11, Miwa, yuuji and megumi never fully had it good, todo, Toge (?), Panda, momo, and nobara were just chillin.

HOW DID NOBARA COME UP WITH HER TECHNIQUE THEYRE ALL EMO BITCHES SHE WAS LITERALLY 16 FOR 2 MONTHS BEFORE HER FACE BLAST

SHE WAS SO YOUNG HOW DID SHE COME UP WITH HAMMERING NAILS INTO HERSELF WHAT

Uranme and Kirara go by (they/them)

Gojo and Geto were soulmates no matter the relationship

Utahime, Shoko, Momo, Mai and Nobara all like girls

Gojo knew Geto for the short amount of time but thought of him for 5x longer.

Megumi’s been without his sister for 1.5 years so she went into a coma when he was 13, his 2nd-3rd year of junior high)

Mai and maki didn’t know about Toji and Megumi until that year (2018)

Kenjaku planted the first finger at Yuuji’s school by Nanako and Mimiko (they’re the same age) hence why thanking Satsuki for taking care of his son

The person Rika is gone, her cursed spirit is what remains (an embodiment of her love/the curse yuta placed on her)

Yuta is wrong for using Rika and forgetting about his promise and why she’s even there for 6 YEARS then yelling at her about Maki

Shoko started smoking in high school and stopped about 5 years ago, but started again when she heard Geto was alive again.

Sukuna has 6 mouths, 4 arms, 4 legs, many eyes, and lactates.

Choso, Yuuji, Kamo, Todo, and Yuki are all “brothers” by blood or not idc i love their lil weirdo family.

Toji was a good dad, dealt the worst hand, everything going down so the best way to protect his kids is to give them to people who can kill curses and teach them about sorcery.

Nobara and Yuuji have the same friendship as Power and Denji, Nami and Franky/Luffy/Usopp

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areyoufuckingserious · 9 months ago

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𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 (𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔)

Spiderman! Jungwon X Female College Student! Reader

🎀 Part two

TW: Mentions of death, Coma, Depression, Anxiety (not a lot)

Hectic.

That's what every day is like with your boyfriend. You're running around trying to get your school supplies while he’s trying to hide his suit in case his roommate Riki comes back home early. “So why do you hide your suit if Riki already knows your Spiderman” he smiles at you “One day I came home and saw him in my suit practicing Spiderman poses” You guys laugh together. You walk down the stairs from Jungwon's dorm “What time does Riki get home from school” you ask reaching for Jungwon's hand “I don't even think he goes I'm starting to think he's leaving for funsies”.

“How many classes do you have today” Jungwon asks you walking you to the campus holding your hand “Like 4 then I’ll be home and we can hang out till you have to patrol” You swing his hand back and forth while fixing your hair. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he says making you smile when you see his dimples showing, you kiss him goodbye.

11:11

Your favorite time of day, not only do you go on break but when you're with your boyfriend he swears this time is lucky and makes a wish and begs you to make one too. The funny thing is every time you make one your boyfriend begs to know what it was.

“Ok I’ll make a wish if it’ll make you stop” he smiles after you start to close your eyes “Alright I'm done can I open my eyes,” you ask searching for his hand “You have to tell me what your wish was” you open your eyes in shock “Thats not how it works sir” he laughs at your reaction and covers your eyes with his hands “You have to tell me” He starts rolling your head around while you both laugh.

You see Jay walk into class while you're walking out looking distraught you grab his arm. “Jay are you ok” You see him jump a bit at the action. “Yeah I'm cool I just need to sit” he reaches towards the closest seat limping. “Jay is your leg okay” You put your books on the table “I was playing around with Jungwon you know how he gets” Jay reaches for his leg. You raise your eyebrow, Jungwon wouldn't have been with Jay today was his brother's death anniversary.

Before Jungwon was Spiderman it was his adoptive brother Heeseung, who died fighting venom trying to save Jungwon when you met Jungwon in your sophomore year of high school he was inconsolable. It wasn't his fault but he blamed himself for years eventually you and him became good friends and he took over the mantle. At first, he got a lot of backlash but eventually, they loved him as much as the original. Then you guys go together and every day on July 11, he goes either with you or Riki to see his brother. But on this day he promised you he could do it himself.

Your phone begins to ring, and you answer after the second ring you smile at the contact photo “Hi Ni-ki” your smile fades “Yeah I'll call him” you say looking at Jay confused “What happened” Jay asks fixing his pant leg “Jungwon isn't answering ni-ki’s calls so I'm gonna text him”

An hour is how long it took for the call

A call that hurt you more than anything

You waited an hour for Jungwon to call you “Y/n let's just think happy” Ni-ki says wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Ni-ki has been like a brother to you ever since he moved into the dorm you and Jungwon shared. You're probably right” You get cut off by your phone ringing you answer without looking.

You look at Ni-ki overhearing on his phone “Found footage of Spiderman fighting a black villain variant possibly another venom” “See he’s okay we were just thinking too hard” he jokes trying to lighten the mood. You won't lie hearing the news lightened your nerves a little bit.

“Is this Y/N L/N?” the voice on the phone asks “Yes this is she..” you answer looking at Ni-ki as his face looks at his phone in terror. You whisper to Ni-ki reaching for his arm as he moves back “What's wrong? Ni-ki what happened”. “Ms. Y/N L/N are you listening” the voice on the phone asks “Yang Jungwon just got admitted into the hospital and is currently in a coma” You drop your phone tears rolling down your face.

I'll update eventually......

©✰𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖊✰ 2024— do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works!

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melishade · 1 day ago

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Attack on Prime The Future Anthology: Valentine's day

Main Story

Music IV

Therapy

World War 2

Today was slower compared to others. At least in Falco's opinion.

He would have done more today, but the Autobots and the U.S. Military were doing more of the heavy lifting. Even the Survey Corps weren't asked to help out much today. Jack explained that they were ahead of schedule on what they wanted to do, and they all thought that they deserved to relax for a little bit while they took care of the work.

The Survey Corps accepted it, deciding to go back to the island and check on their government. However, Falco, Gabi, Colt, and Pieck...really didn't have anywhere to go.

Liberio was destroyed, and Pieck was still concerned about the actual safety of the outside world. Just because of Optimus fought for them during the peace treaty, didn't mean people were going to treat Eldians better on a dime. Luckily, Earth was kind enough to provide the four of them a home. Annie was also offered a place to stay, but she found herself keeping company with a few other members of the Survey Corps. Falco felt like her relationship was strained between the four of them, probably because Annie was able to get her father out of Liberio and away from the Rumbling. It didn't seem like Pieck and Annie were on the best of speaking terms.

But for the rest of them, they had been remaining on Earth in Unit E. Colt and Falco were sharing a room while Gabi and Pieck were sharing a room of their own. Jack had explained that this was where they had stayed when they themselves were on the run and their home was destroyed by Megatron.

Falco couldn't help but sigh in contempt at that conversation as he flipped through the channels on the T.V. in the recreational area of Unit E. He was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, while Colt was taking a nap on the couch with a blanket over his body. He was so baffled that Matthew, or Megatron, truly was the bad guy. Just as much as he resented Eren, nearly every single human on Earth recoiled in disgust at the sound of his name. He hated how things...were so complicated.

As Falco continued mindlessly flipping through channels, he paused when he noticed a strange commercial, at least that's what Jack, Miko, and Rafael called it. He was bombarded with a symphony of red heart, displaying candy and and messages about 'Valentine's'.

"Find anything good on?" Rafael asked as he walked up the stairs to the common area.

"Not really," Falco admitted, "Although this commercial hurts my eyes."

Rafael hummed at the sight of the commercial. "Valentine's Day."

"What's that?" Falco asked, "Is that another human holiday?"

"Yeah, it's for couples, or crushes," Rafael sighed as he moved Colt's legs so he could sit on the couch, "You send them roses, candy, chocolates, do something nice, or just be a secret admirer or whatever."

"You don't seem to like it," Falco remarked.

"Too mushy for my tastes," Rafael admitted, "Not to mention, the corporate greed that comes with it or any other holiday. Only benefit is the candy that gets put on clearance the day after Valentine's Day."

"You're...quite cynical about love," Falco commented.

"College makes you cynical." Rafael leaned his head back against the couch, "Now I'm gonna sleep. Don't bother me."

Falco watched as Rafael removed his glasses before shutting his eyes. Falco turned his attention back to the T.V. as the commercial continued to play. It was for couples, but...crushes too. Falco blushed a little when he thought of Gabi. He had a crush on her for a long time, but he never really got the chance to tell her. He never found the right time. After Udo's death, she became more hostile to everyone, then the attack on Liberio happened, he got knocked into a coma, and he woke up in a world without titans...and without his parents.

He still had Colt, Gabi, and Pieck, which he was still grateful for, but they were all orphans. They had no one. It sucked. Even so, it was a time of peace. Maybe...Falco saw the Valentine messages on the screen. Maybe he could finally tell Gabi how he felt.

Hopefully she would take a hint.

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AOT World

"Valentine's day?! Are you kidding me?!" Miko exclaimed as she wiped her face with a towel.

"Well...I saw the commercial yesterday," Falco sheepishly explained, "And I thought I could ask you guys for help? Rafael didn't seem to care about it."

"Yeah, cause Raf is drowning himself with work," Jack commented.

"Do you guys have any tips on how to be someone's valentine?" Falco asked.

"Maybe. Who's it for?" Jack asked, earning a snort from Miko.

Falco rubbed the back of his neck. "...Gabi."

"Oh boy," Miko grunted as she slapped the towel atop of her shoulder, "Isn't she like, super stubborn?"

"I thought you liked her," Jack recalled.

"Sure, but I know stubborn," Miko retorted.

"So, what should I do?" Falco asked.

"Well there's a variety of things specifically for Valentine's," Jack stated, "You could get her candy, write her a card or a telegram, take her out to eat."

"By the way, we're not helping you out with any of that!" Miko declared, "We're not buying anything lavish!"

"Maybe a rose," Jack offered.

"Jack, no, we've been breaking our bank!" Miko retorted as Megatron walked by in holoform, "And I've been wanting to get discounted Valentine's day candy after with Raf!"

"Well, Gabi does like sweets and I'm certain that stuff from Earth would entice her," Falco began as Megatron paused in his step to eavesdrop on the conversation, "But I'm still not sure if she would accept it as a romantic gesture? Maybe a card? But if I'm too vague, then she might not get it. And I feel like I'll mess up my writing. And Gabi can be...dense when it comes to something she doesn't care about."

"Oof," Miko said.

"Um...I don't know any good places to take her out to eat. We've been stuck in Liberio for most of our lives, and a good portion of the places here have been destroyed anyway," Falco continued.

"Well we can't really take you guys anywhere on Earth without supervision," Jack said, "I mean you can write drafts and we can look it over."

"No puns! Puns are weak," Miko added.

"But what should I say?" Falco asked, "How do I even begin?! What-?!"

"By the Allspark, just tell her the fragging truth!" Megatron shouted dropping the box of supplies in his possession.

"Megatron?!" Jack gawked, "What are you doing here?!"

"Cringing over this abysmal advice you're giving him!" Megatron shouted.

"And what makes you an expert on love, you genocidal freak?!" Miko demanded.

"Nothing!" Megatron answered, "But I've known them for four years!"

Megatron kneeled down to face Falco. "Listen, Falco. You need to be blunt with her and tell her the truth. Directly to her! Not in written form or anything like that! She's not going to get it any other way!"

"But that seems-!"

"Zofia didn't care about anything! She was rather apathetic, which was why I liked her the most!" Megatron began counting with his hand, "Udo was riddled with anxiety! You are too empathetic!"

"Why is that a bad thing?!" Miko demanded.

"And Gabi is too full of pride and too dense to get anything else unless it's told to her!" Megatron finished, "She'll be so focused on one thing that she doesn't understand any other social cues! You need to tell her the truth to her face! None of this pathetic nonsense that they've been spouting!"

"Okay?!" Jack emoted in frustration.

"But what if I can't?! What if she says no?!" Falco asked.

"Then she fragging says no! By the Allspark, take the risk! You were willing to die for this girl! Just tell her the truth and stop being a coward!" Megatron grabbed him by his shirt.

"Is supposed to be backhanded or good advice?!" Miko demanded.

"YES!" Megatron snapped at Miko, "I'm sick of dealing with Falco's feelings for Gabi! It's been over two years since I noticed it!"

Miko looked at Falco, who was blushing. "Seriously?"

"Shut up!" Falco yelled.

"You are in a new world, with an unknown future ahead of you. Not dictated by Marley," Megatron reminded, "Take the chance and tell her the truth."

Falco could only stare in surprise before nodding his head. "I will...Thank you."

Megatron sighed as he stood up, grabbing the box that he had left alone. "Don't be stupid."

Jack and Miko stared in disbelief as Megatron walked away. "What the hell was that?!"

====

Later on Earth

"Gabi, how has therapy been going for you?" Pieck asked her as Gabi folded her clothes on the bed.

"Fine," Gabi mumbled, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Are you sure?" Pieck asked her, "I did talk to the therapist-!"

"She doesn't disclose anything about what we talk about!" Gabi yelled at her.

"She doesn't, but she was giving me some tips on how to better manage a few things," Pieck explained, "You were brought up a few times, and for now, I guess I am your legal guardian."

Gabi huffed in response.

"Gabi, I'm not much of a fan of it either, but someone has to watch out for you, and I can't burden Colt with more responsibility. He has his own brother to watch after," She reminded.

"...Well what about the agents in Unit E?" Gabi suggested, "Or Annie?"

"Jack and Miko have their own lives to lead that are very different from ours, and Annie has her own father to worry about," Pieck reminded, "We need to work together, okay?"

Gabi reluctantly hummed in response. Both paused when they heard a knock on the door. Pieck stood up from the bed and walked over to the door to open it, seeing Falco standing there and out of breath.

"Falco-!"

"Can I talk to Gabi?" Falco asked, "It's urgent."

"Um...okay?" Pieck elected to step out of the room to give Falco and Gabi some privacy, but was stunned when Jack and Miko grabbed her and pulled her aside. She was also stunned to see Rafael, the 104th, and Colt and Annie waiting behind the door too?!

"What are you doing?!" Pieck hissed.

"Megatron gave Falco advice and now he's gonna act on it," Colt informed.

"Megatron and advice in the same sentence should be a curse," Rafael groaned.

"Falco, I'm a little bit tired. I had a long day, and I want to take a nap," Gabi explained as she finished folding her clothes.

"It'll be quick! I promise!" Falco insisted.

"Falco, it can wait until tomorrow-!"

"Gabi, I like you!" Falco blurted out before covering his mouth.

Gabi snapped her head to him in confusion as a blush crept onto her face. "Huh?!"

Falco groaned in frustration as his ears and cheeks turned red. "Gabi, I like you! And I saw something about Valentine's Day and they said it was for couples and crushes and secret admirers and....well I've always admired you and I've always liked you and I've always wanted to marry you!"

Miko pulled out a bag of popcorn and started snacking on it. "Want some?"

"Gimme." Sasha pinched her hands together, indicating she wanted some popcorn.

"W-why?" Gabi stuttered, "Why are you telling me this now?"

"Well..." Falco trailed off, "Because...I get the chance to. We don't have to become Warriors. Our futures aren't decided for us anymore. We get to make that choice. So...I'm choosing to tell you...and...yeah...."

Falco found himself sitting in silence, noticing that Gabi wasn't saying anything. "Um...Gabi?....Please say something. I don't like this waiting-!"

"You're lying," Gabi mumbled.

"What?!" Falco exclaimed.

Miko gasped. "A twist!"

"Damn it, Gabi," Annie groaned in annoyance.

"Why would you say that?!" Falco yelled at her, "Why would you think I'm lying?!"

"Because I've been a terrible friend to you!" Gabi shouted, "To you! To Udo! To Zofia! I treated you all as competition to become a Warrior!"

"Well, you can blame Marley for that-!"

"I took my anger out on you and Zofia after Udo died!" Gabi reminded.

"Yeah, because Udo died in front of us!" Falco retorted.

"I called you a bad friend and got you shot!" Gabi shouted, "You would've fallen to your death if Sasha hadn't saved you, and...you were in a coma because of me! I made your life hell! Why would you even say that you like me?!"

"....Dios mío. Esto es una telenovela," Rafael muttered in Spanish, causing Armin to dart his eyes to him.

Falco clenched his fists and took a deep breath. "Yeah, you're right. You called me a bad friend and you nearly got me killed."

Gabi flinched at that.

"You're stubborn. You're prideful. You can be annoying when you don't listen!" Falco raised his voice.

"Falco, what are you doing?!" Colt hissed.

"Not to mention, you've been so annoying when it came to training! Always bragging about being the best and 'Oh, my cousin is the Armored Titan!'" Falco listed off in anger, "Yeah, I got real mad about all those things!"

"I'm sorry," Gabi mumbled.

"But you're also really pretty!" Falco continued, "And you're really brave! And your laugh is infectious! And you care about us by trying to be strong just so that you can protect the people you love! And damn it, I just need you to take the hint!"

Falco grabbed Gabi by her shoulders. "Gabi, I like you! I want to go out with you! I want you to be my Valentine! Do you want to be mine?!"

Gabi's whole face was red, speechless at Falco's declaration of love. "Uh...are you sur-!"

"Damn it, yes!" Falco yelled in her face.

"Okay!" Gabi screamed back, allowing Falco to let go of her, "...Now what do we do?"

"YOU TWO SHOULD KISS!" Miko hollered.

"Shut up!" Gabi yelled.

"We're not there yet!" Falco declared.

Pieck hummed at that. "Valentine's day...anyone could be a Valentine?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Rafael answered.

Pieck turned to Jack. "Jack, would you like to be my Valentine?"

"What the hell?!" Jack yelled with a blush on his face while Miko cackled.

"What? I think you look cute, and you've been accommodating for all of us," Pieck explained, "It's only for the day too, right?"

"Screw Valentine's day. Who wants the discounted chocolate?" Rafael asked.

"I DO!" Sasha raised her hand.

Mikasa glanced back at Falco and Gabi's flustered faces before walking down the halls of Unit E. Valentine's Day. To do something for someone you love. It sounded nice. She wondered...if Eren were still alive...would he had ever been interested in that.

Mikasa sighed to herself at that. Primus did tell her that Eren did love her, but he chose his freedom over his love. She wasn't certain if Eren telling her his feelings was a last ditch attempt at trying to stay alive. The fact that she was doubting his intentions made her feel even more conflicted.

Mikasa reached for her neck on reflex, but paused when she realized that the scarf was no longer there. She kept forgetting. It's been part of her for so long. It represented her love, tainted by her pain now. Her devotion, and yet, her prison. Her compassion for someone who kept on running, but refused to look back for any of them.

Mikasa clenched her fists. She was done with that. If she was going to move on, and be free from this poisonous love, then she would choose to pursue someone. One day, she would find someone that would have the bravery to continue running, but would have the compassion to look back.

(Wasn't expecting to do this, but I need to do some set up for more parts in the Anthology.)

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bloodyknucklesforme · 1 month ago

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Saw a sad Soap edit so here’s some soap x Nina + Kyle sadness

Kyle took a moment to gather himself. He’d survived terrorist attacks, evacuated an embassy, stormed military bases and fallen out of helicopters but going into that hospital room terrified him more than all those things.

Johnny had been in a coma for nearly three weeks now. It was coin flip if he would recover or not. Multiple surgeries to remove the bullet, address brain swelling and eventually adding a metal plate to his skull.

Then there was Nina who’d only left his side because she wasn’t allowed in the operating room. She’d fallen asleep already. Hunched over his bedside with her head laying beside his hip. She’d laid his hand over her face so it rested on her cheek.

“I want him to know I’m there.” She always had to have some part of her touching him.

She looked so much like herself when they first met. A near starving girl with heavy bags under her anxious eyes.

She looked up when he came in.

“Here for the changing of the guard.” He smiled. It was the only way to get her to get up, use the loo, maybe eat something.

She’d confessed she was terrified of something happening when she was gone. That she’d step out and he’d die. “I don’t want him to be alone. He needs someone there.”

So Kyle would be that someone. He’d hold his best friend’s hand while the love of his life went to the cafeteria to choke down a pudding cup.

He knew Simon did the same in the early mornings. Price, well, he knew he and Nina weren’t talking. He and Simon both disagreed with Price waiting nearly two days to tell her. Something about not wanting her hopes up.

Simon had gotten her. He could hear the screaming from the lift. He didn’t blame her, he just felt guilty for not telling her first. It was cruel for any of them to keep that from her.

“I’m gonna get a coffee. Do you want anything?” She asked, looking from the door to Johnny worriedly.

“No, I’m okay. You should get a muffin while you’re down there. They’re good.”She nodded with a small pout. He squeezed Johnny’s hand, “We’ll be here when you get back.”

He always talked to Johnny when it was just them. Told him about any football news, funny things he read on twitter and anything else he could think up in the time it took Nina to come back.

“You got to get up soon, mate. I’m starting to worry about if I should tell Nina about the ring. Hope you didn’t stash it anywhere too hard to find. I don’t really want to have to dig through your nasty socks and underwear but I will if I have to. Nina’s upset they won’t let her fix your hair. I think it’s a lost cause already but they had to shave the one side down so you’re looking a little lopsided. Don’t worry I took pictures. I’ll make sure to show them to everyone at the wedding.” His laughter quickly faded. It felt dumb. They weren’t sure if Johnny could even hear them. Nina insisted it didn’t matter, she read that it could help if he could hear so she wouldn’t wait to find out. Kyle frowned, biting back at his hardest emotions. “I miss you. You’re my best mate, my brother. I don’t want you to leave.”

The first few tears breached and rolled down his cheeks. “It’s too quiet without you and I’m worried about Nina. Christ, I’m scared for her. You can’t die here. It’d destroy her. I can’t lose both of you. Because you know she’d tried to follow you. I can’t do two funerals. I can’t. I can’t lose two of my best friends. So you have to wake up. You just have to.”

Nina always knocked before coming back in. A little warning that his confessional time was over. He quickly wiped his face and put a smile on. She had a half eaten muffin in her hand.

“They are good.”

He stayed for another few hours. They played go fish overtop Johnny’s legs.

“Try to sleep tonight. I’ll bring you something from the kebab place for dinner tomorrow.” He hugged her tightly.

“I’d like that.” He kissed her temple. He had no god but he still prayed they’d both be okay when he came back.

Nina sent him a text at 3am.

His fingers twitched

#soap x Nina

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kittievampire · 2 years ago

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Kin of the Demon Prince (Final Part)

Warnings : Cursing, Slight Angst, Diavolo x Fem!MC, MC is a fuckin unit

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You shot upright in the bed, gasping for air, a thin layer of sweat coating the skin of your body. You felt around the bed, trying to process your surroundings, trying to see if you were still in the dream that Solomon put you in.

You turn your head to the side, noticing that Avatar of Sloth sleeping beside you, a blanket of candlelight covering him, illuminating the room just enough to where one wouldn't be blinded. "Belphie," You called out, reaching out to grasp his arm and shake him. "Belphie, where are the others?"

The seventh-born's eyes fluttered before slowly opening, magenta eyes locking with yours before they shot wide open. "MC! You're awake!" He exclaimed, a small smile forming on his face.

You nodded your head, trying to dismiss this topic and move on to one that exceeded it in importance and urgency. "Where are the others? Where's Selene? Solomon wants to sacrifice her for something, we need to find her!" You say, voice trembling as you tried to keep yourself calm. Belphegor gently gripped your shoulders. "They're all taking care of it, MC. That coma ate up a lot of your energy, I don't think you should be going anywhere outside of the castle anytime soon." You shook your head. "No, no, no! I have to get to Selene! He's gonna—" "MC, they're handling it. You should know my brothers, they won't let anything hurt Selene, I promise! Especially after Asmo heard that he'd missed out on baby clothes shopping... Even I was scared," He mumbled out the last part, letting a shudder run down his spine at the memory of his brother's rage.

You tried to move, but your legs wouldn't. Your body was in a state of magic-induced dormancy for too long, and it'd take a minute to get the blood flowing and the energy to return to your system. "You're in no state to be going anywhere, MC." Belphegor pursed his lips, showing sympathy and a hint of sorrow in the apologetic look in his eyes. "Trust them. They'll get her back, promise. I don't think Diavolo would let anything happen to her either."

Minutes passed like hours, hours passed like days.

Why weren't they back yet?

You were able to move around comfortably again, but despite pestering Barbatos so much about it, he wouldn't take you to the human realm. Now, all you could do was sit in the same room you woke up in, crying. Belphegor did try to comfort you, but you continued on about how you so desperately needed to go to the human world. Your daughter was there for fucks sake! So was your... Boyfriend? Baby-Daddy?

You'll figure that out later.

"No, Belphie, you don't understand!" You whimpered, grasping his arm. "What if something happens? What if they never come back? What if we're the only ones that can help?" Belphegor sighed. "I can't let you go, MC... Lucifer said that I wasn't supposed to—" "I don't care what Lucifer says! I need to know that my daughter and her father are okay! Don't you want to know, too? If your brothers are safe? What if they need your help right now, as well?" This mad him pause. He nibbled on his bottom lip, thinking, processing. You placed your hand over his. "Please, Belphie," You murmured out softly. "Help me convince Barbatos to let us go... They need us."

There was another pause. Long and staggering.

"Fuck," He said, running his fingers through his hair as he stood up from his seat, cow pillow in hand. "Fine, fine. But you will not leave my side at all once we're there, okay?"

Enthusiastically, you embraced him, sobbing tears of joy into his shoulder. "Thank you, Belphie!" He was taken aback at first, but, slowly, the youngest brother wrapped an arm around you and gently pat you on the head. "Yeah, yeah... Thank me by letting me visit Selene the most out of my brothers."

The cloudy skies, that appeared to have been painted black, hosted the downpour of relentless rain. No stars were in sight, the moon was absent, and lightning struck again and again, with thunder following suit.

There you stood, outside of the temple that had been set ablaze. None of the brothers, nor your lover, child, or the bastard sorcerer were in sight. You were frozen in place.

Belphegor had gone in search of his brothers and Selene, but you were stuck in the unmoving shell that was your trembling skin. You couldn't bare the thought of seeing your daughter in pain, nor did you let yourself think that anything worse may have happened.

Among the heavy rain, you could hear footsteps behind you.

You quickly turned around, only to be met with swaying bushes and trees from the winds that were increasing in intensity.

That was until you saw him.

Emerging from the shadows that the wood provided, he pushed the shrub aside with his foot so he could walk. He was in his demon form, but he looked horrible. His hair was messy, his leather wings had tears in them, and he was bleeding from his side. Though, in his arms, he held the crying child you'd come for.

"Selene!" You gasped out, immediately rushing over to the two and taking her out of his arms. "Mammon, thank you so much! Are you hurt? How can I help?" You asked frantically, holding one hand out to help him stand properly. The sin before you shook his head, a small smile forming on his face as he looked down at Selene, who he'd wrapped in a warm blanket to protect her from the cold winds. "I oughtta heal up soon," He said weakly, placing a hand on his wound. "What happened in there?" You asked. "Where are the others? Where's Diavolo?"

Mammon looked back at the building that had almost been consumed in magical flames, which glowed a bright red and violet. "I don't know, but they're fine." A loud sound that resembled a burst caught your attention. You snapped your head toward the temple, to see that the flames had gotten bigger. You swallowed a lump in your throat, looking the second-born up and down to see that the tears in his wings had mended a bit and that his wound was beginning to heal.

"Take Selene, I'm going in for Dia." You pushed your daughter into his hands, making him jump and stutter. "W-Wait, MC, ya can't just—" His words were left drowned out by the pouring rain as you sprinted toward the temple. You were confident that you would be able to get out. Even if you didn't, Selene would be in good hands.

You never did learn, did you? Putting your life on the line for demons again?

Smoke penetrated your lungs, making you cover your mouth and nose. "Dia!" You called out. "Lucifer! Belphie!" You shouted among the flames, though no one responded. "Anyone? Levi? Asmo? Satan? Beel?" Still, no response. "Diavolo!" You shouted once more, almost begging for someone to answer.

"MC!"

You heard him. He was calling to you.

You turned to face where the voice was coming from, letting out a small whimper in surprise. You saw him standing there, demonic wings acting as fans to push away the smoke so that he could see you. "MC, what are you doing in here?!" He demanded, rushing to your side and shielding you from the flames with his large leather wings.

You forgot how big he was, now that he was standing so close to you. "I-I wanted to see if you were okay, where are the others?" Diavolo looked around. "Mammon ran off with Selene. After he set fire to the place, Solomon tried to escape. However, Lucifer placed a dimensional lock on the area, so he couldn't teleport. They all went after him, I'm not sure where they are now." He flinched at the flames that he deemed were getting too close to you. "Come! We have to leave, now!"

When the two of you got outside, you could more visibly see the injuries. Diavolo had a large, bleeding scar on his chest that was healing the more you looked. The brothers were there as well, Lucifer holding Solomon by chains that were used as cuffs and a collar. All of them were injured. All of them got hurt for your daughter.

Mammon handed Selene over to you, and you took her into your arms, looking up at Diavolo and smiling. Diavolo sighed blissfully, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead before looking up at the sins with a prideful smile on his face. "Thank you. Words cannot express my gratitude, but I will forever be indebted to each one of you for this. Anything you wish shall be yours, within reason, of course."

The eldest shook his head. "Really, Lord Diavolo, we did this more for our own sake than—" "I'll take 10 Million Grimm! Actually, double that and add an extra zero! I'm gonna go on a shopping spree!" The second-born chimed in, earning a slap upside the head from Leviathan. "Stupid Mammon, we did this for MC and Selene, not for you to be able to afford more debt."

You couldn't help but laugh.

It was moments like these that you look back on. Moments of serenity among the chaos of your demonic companions. There was also the feeling of sadness whenever you thought of Solomon's betrayal, but, eventually, you stopped wondering why he'd do such a thing. You'd never understand his answer anyway. Besides, it's not like you could change the timelines.

"So, Uncle Solomon wanted to unsubscribe me from life, failed, and then my mom and dad lived happily ever after?" Selene asked, expression having shifted into a confused one as she and Barbatos returned to his room.

The butler nodded. "In that timeline, yes. It's quite unfortunate that the sorcerer would even think of such a thing, but luckily, that isn't our sorcerer." The red-head scoffed, running her fingers through her messy hair. "That'd definitely be more exciting, though. Ours doesn't do anything for me but eat away at my free-time with stupid, useless magic tricks like purifying water and telepathy with small items. I wish he'd teach me some of that ritual stuff we saw!"

Barbatos chuckled, opening the door and allowing the young princess to exit. "Perhaps that may not be the best of ideas, but if it is within your scope of interests, I doubt he'd deny you." Selene stepped into the hallway.

"Weren't Uncle Lucifer and the others supposed to visit today? I completely forgot about that. We gotta hurry before mom thinks I've gone missing again."

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ali-anne-undertale-stoof · 3 days ago

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OHH YES!!! It's Mettatime, baby!!! Welcome to chapter 18!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59131027/chapters/160103674

(Psst! If you also want to look at Mettaton's song in full, you can check out the lyrics and listen [mentally] here!)

Second half

Chapter 18: Heart Drive

Ah, the late morning. The time for overworked lazy folk to finally get up after a nice lie-in and have their brother cook for them. And it's particularly pleasant and exciting for both brothers, since Sans knew that Papyrus had been waiting to show off his skills since yesterday's cooking lesson. Sans had been in the middle of one of his little comas, though, so sadly, he was unable to eat Papyrus', um, "delicious" spaghetti meal. It didn't matter, though. It was apparently easy to replicate, according to him.

Thankfully, nothing burned down this time.

"hey, bro." Sans called out for what had to be the gazillionth time. He couldn't help it if he was so excited to see his brother's cooking skills he's even bouncing his leg and clapping his lap with a big, cheesy grin on his face! "is it ready yet?"

"IN A MINUTE, SANS!!! I JUST HAVE TO PUT ON THE FINISHING TOUCHES!!!"

Papyrus didn't sound annoyed. In fact, he sounded just as excited as Sans was about this meal! If that's the case, then it had to be good! Perhaps he could even eat at home more instead of going to Grillby's for all of his meals! That's perfect! He was craving something different lately. Just the thought of it made Sans' leg bounce faster and his grin grow wider.

As Papyrus took out the plate, Sans' eyes brightened into large stars. "oh boy oh boy oh boy! this is gonna be so good!"

Sans' excitement was instantly dashed the moment he saw what exactly was on that plate.

Was... Was this supposed to be spaghetti?

"TA DA!!!" Papyrus puffed out his chest proudly and laid the black and yellow mush on Sans' lap. It looked like someone took a dump on some charcoal. No, actually, it looked like a dog threw up on a pile of ash. Wait, no! It looked like a dragon coughed up the world's largest hairball and started serving it in the cafeteria of a dragon school, but even the dragon kids hated it because it didn't even qualify as food, but then for some reason, the hairball started to hatch and put spawned a hairy dragon chick and it took a large dump inside the egg and this was what was left behind.

"...wow. that looks so... uh... distinctive."

"THANK YOU!!!" Papyrus laughed and stomped on the carpet with glee. Sans' mood lifted ever so slightly while he watched Papyrus' arms whirl around. "UNDYNE TAUGHT ME HOW TO MAKE IT PERSONALLY!!! SHE SAID BEING ABLE TO COOK IS AN IMPORTANT SKILL TO HAVE WHEN YOU'RE A ROYAL GUARD!!! SO IT'S MY DUTY TO BE THE BEST CHEF I CAN POSSIBLY BE!!! NYEH HEH HEH!!!"

"oh, uh, cool... and, uh, what's... what's undyne's skill level with cooking?"

"OH, LET'S JUST SAY SHE KNOWS HOW TO LIGHT A FIRE! NYEH HEH HEH HEH!!!"

And there went Sans' eyelights. He knew what that meant. He hoped her house was alright.

"oh, uh..." How to get out of this, how to get out of this. "w-well, i just realised that... uhh..."

"YES?"

"well, um..." Oh god Papyrus is crouching down at his level. "y-you see, i just remembered that..." Beads of sweat slid down his forehead. "err..."

Papyrus' eye sockets were so large they rivalled Sans' own. "YES, BROTHER? YOU KNOW HOW EXCITED I WAS WHEN I REALISED I CAN FINALLY FEED US BOTH? I SHALL WORK SO HARD ON ALL MY DISHES THAT YOU WOULD NEVER HAVE TO GO HUNGRY AGAIN!"

"but... we- you didn't have to do that, we weren't going hungry..."

"YEAH, BUT NEITHER OF US COULD COOK BEFORE! AND NOW I CAN, I CAN MAKE YOU ALL THESE WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL MEALS!!! I'VE EVEN BEEN RESEARCHING ALL THE PASTAS SO I COULD LEARN TO MAKE MANY DISTINCTIVE DISHES!!! NYEH HEH HEH!!! THERE'S A LOT MORE PASTA THAN I INITIALLY THOUGHT."

Not the puppy Papy eyes, Sans can never handle the puppy Papy eyes! It was already working too. Guilt settled where Sans' stomach should be. And he was being so sincere too.

"SO YOU SEE, I WAS JUST AS EXCITED FOR THIS AS YOU WERE, BROTHER!!! GO AHEAD!!! TRY IT!!!"

Well... There goes Sans' escape plan. Rattling slightly, Sans shakily stabbed the thick black and yellow mush with his petite little fork and made sure to avoid the 'sauce' as much as possible. He tried to make out the tomatoes and... oh god was that BANANA??? Well, that explained the yellow mushy texture!

Oh well. Here goes nothing... Sans' smile wobbled continuously as he tried to absorb the "spaghetti".

It tasted just how it looked.

"hrk-!!!"

"OH, BROTHER!!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?! WAS THE TASTE REALLY THAT SURPRISING TO YOU?!?!"

Sans nodded and gave Papyrus a shaky thumbs up. Papyrus didn't even notice how Sans' magic refused to absorb the 'food'. It was absolutely inedible. Not that the disaster chef observed that fact, anyway.

"OH MY GOD!!! THAT MEANS... THAT MEANS YOU LOVE IT!!!" Papyrus' squeal pierced through Sans' lack of ears. Usually when it comes to Papyrus, Sans was used to his loud volume, but not this time. Not this time.

Speaking of Papyrus, he proceeded to breakdance in the middle of the room. "OH MY GOD!!! I'M GOING TO COOK FOR YOU EVERY DAY, THIS IS AMAZING!!! THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER DONE, YES YES YES!!!"

Honestly, seeing Papyrus breakdance like that made Sans smile. If there was one thing that can cheer him up, it's watching a very happy, goofy Papyrus being himself. And it served a welcome distraction for him too, because while Papyrus was getting it down, Sans used his magic to zap the so-called spaghetti away, leaving bits of 'pasta' and 'sauce' behind to make it look like he ate it.

The taller brother was shocked once he got up only to see an empty plate in Sans' lap.

"WOWIE!!! YOU REALLY LOVED IT!!! LOOK AT HOW FAST YOU ATE THE SPAGHETTI!!! OH MY GOD!!!"

Sans was all to eager to get rid of the plate when he passed it to Papyrus. Yes, Papyrus. Get it out of his sight.

"I'M GOING TO COOK EVERY SINGLE DAY NOW!!! NYEH HEH HEH!!!"

Where, oh where did he go so very, very wrong?

So much for not eating at Grillby's anymore...

...

Oh, well! TV time! Let's see what old 30's show was on this week. Perhaps one of those old comedy shorts? Sans loved those.

Instead, what came on was decidedly more... modern. And new...

"OHHHH YESSSS!!!"

"eek!" Sans turned the volume right down. He was NOT expecting that jumpscare.

What was supposed to be a silly silent film was replaced by a loud calculator box looking... THING rolling around the screen. Was Sans annoyed by this? No, not really. Any distraction from that meal was a welcome one, after all. Besides, he was curious.

"HELLO, BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES! YOU MIGHT BE WONDERING, 'OH! WHERE'S ALL MY BORING SHOWS AND LACKLUSTER ENTERTAINMENT?' WELL, LET ME BE THE FIRST TO TELL YOU THAT ALL OF THAT JUNK IS CANCELLED FOREVER! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Well, that was a nice way to break the news.

The new voice must have gotten Papyrus' attention too, because it didn't take him long to come out of the kitchen by the sound of it.

"HEY, SANS, WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING?" The only response he had was an invitation to sit with him. Once he tuned in, he finally spotted the face(?) behind the voice. "OH."

"FROM NOW ON, MONSTER ENTERTAINMENT IS GOING TO IMPROVE! THANKS TO ME, METTATON, YOU WILL HAVE REAL DRAMA! REAL BLOODSHED! REAL INTRIGUE! ALL DAY, EVERY DAY, FROM THE BREAK OF DAWN TO THE LATE, LATE NIGHTS! OHHH, YES!!!"

The way the robot was zipping around the screen and advertising all these new shows... The brothers couldn't look away.

"AND THAT'S NOT ALL!"

Ooh, boy.

"IF YOU WANT TO SEE ME IN PERSON, I'M MAKING MY BIG DEBUT AT A ♪LIVE SHOW♪, ONLY IN T H E C O R E IN HOTLAND! AND THE BEST PART? IT'S COMPLETELY FREE, DARLING! STARTING AT 8PM FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY! DON'T MISS IT, OR YOU'LL MISS ME!"

"wow. he, uh, really knows how to make a spectacle of himself, doesn't he?" Sans chuckled lightheartedly, ready to make fun of these upcoming shows like they do with their old shows. But when Papyrus didn't respond, Sans' bonebrows furrowed in slight worry. "bro?"

Despite the commercial being over, Papyrus' eyes were still fixated on the screen. Almost as if he was mesmerised by what he was looking at.

"WE MUST SEE IT."

"must?"

In a flash, Papyrus grabbed Sans' shoulders and shook him like a maraca. "WE MUST SEE IT!!!"

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To Papyrus, Hotland was a lot more bearable when it has two things: a working elevator, and a good brother to help you with the puzzles. Not that he needed help with puzzles, of course. But he was able to handle the confusing lasers and air vents much better with Sans around... and there were no spiders to encounter this time!

Having his brother around also made the journey a lot better because he actually listened to what Papyrus has to say, unlike puzzles, which are obviously not sentient. Therefore, he was able to listen to Papyrus about the many many types and shapes of pasta that he was intensely fixating on since his first cooking lesson. In alphabetical order. In different categories.

"LASAGNETTE AND LASAGNOTTE ARE TWO VERY DISTINCT TYPES OF PASTA FROM LASAGNE!"

"yeah? how's that?"

Using Papyrus as a floating stepladder, Sans reached out to the switch on the other side of the puzzle and flicked it with a bone attack, turning off all the lasers.

"LASAGNETTE IS MORE NARROW THAN REGULAR LASAGNE WHILE LASAGNOTTE IS LONGER! LASAGNETTE ALSO TEND TO HAVE RIDGES!"

"ah, i see." Timing the moving laser just right, the brothers held hands as they let the blue laser pass through them. "so what about linguine, then?"

"I'M GETTING TO THAT! IT'S JUST FLAT SPAGHETTI, NOTHING SPECIAL!"

"of course."

The brothers flicked two switches at the same time to open a door.

"I DOUBT YOU'VE HEARD OF MACCHERONI ALLA MOLINARA!!!"

"huh. i haven't, actually. what's that?"

"WELL, ITS TRANSLATION IS 'THE MILLER'S WIFE'S PASTA'! IT'S LONG AND THICK AND YOU PULL IT WITH YOUR HANDS!"

"neat. maybe you should cook it sometime."

"I WILL!!! ONCE I'VE GOT THE SPAGHETTI RECIPE DOWN, OF COURSE!!! NYEH HEH HEH!!!"

Sans wanted to throw up in his mouth. Wait, can skeletons actually do that?

The bridge leading to the stage was oddly nostalgic to walk across. Eh, don't think about it.

"OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY!!! WE SHOULD TRY TO GET FRONT ROW SEATS!!!" Papyrus nodded towards Sans, who put a couple of earplugs in and gave Papyrus a thumbs up. Papyrus took it as a signal to open the door and walk in and... the room was packed full of monsters.

Well... There's no chance for them to get front row seats. They'd be lucky to even sit next to each other!

"OVER THERE!!!" Papyrus pointed to a couple of empty seats near the back. Grabbing his brother, he darted towards them.

"whoa, pap!"

"SANS, WE HAVE TO SIT NEXT TO EACH OTHER, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!" He said, before slam-dunking his brother in one of the chairs so hard he almost broke his tailbone.

"ow..."

"QUIET, SANS!!! THE SHOW'S ABOUT TO BEGIN!!!"

After one last groan from Sans, the lights dimmed. Mist spewed out of the ground, leaving a silhouette in the midst of it. The silhouette was not particularly tall, about the same height as Papyrus at most. But from his presence, it definitely felt like it should be much taller. The voice from the commercial boomed out of it.

"BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES! TONIGHT, WE ARE MAKING HISTORY!" On cue, the crowd whooped and hollered out to him. Him. It's definitely a him. "FOR I BET YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD OF A CELEBRITY QUITE LIKE ME BEFORE! KING ASGORE? UNDYNE? OH, THEY ARE GREAT. BUT THEY HAVEN'T REACHED STARDOM BEFORE, HAVE THEY? HAVE THEY?"

"No?"

"EXACTLY! TONIGHT, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, YOU WILL WITNESS THE FIRST EVER PERFORMANCE OF YOUR FIRST EVER ENTERTAINING ROBOTIC CELEBRITY!"

Sans sat, fascinated by the amount of murmuring in the audience.

"NOW PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR..." The mist swirled down, revealing the robotic guy from the commercial. He struck a dramatic pose. "ME!"

Before the crowd even had a chance to cheer again, a poppy yet synthetic soundtrack started playing. Yup. Song time.

"All your sad little faces, blended in the crowd,

Pitiful lives full of boredom, no joy to be found,

Well, let me be the solution you are waiting for,

For once I'm done, you'll be shouting, 'METTATON, MORE!'"

Platforms floated down from the ceiling as the robotic celebrity rolled onto them with his single wheel. How did he manage to stay in place as the platforms floated around? And they seemed like they were designed to allow him to get in the crowd's face as well.

"So come on down, I've got the cure,

Game shows, cooking, movies and more,

It's what you've been dying for,

And I'm always here for another encore!"

Mettaton practically swan dived off of the platforms. Out of nowhere, a pole shot up from the center of the stage, which he managed to grab like some sort of acrobat at the circus. He swung around, he spun, and did as many acrobatic feats a robot was capable of, all in the name of showing off to the crowd.

"It's coming up me!

It's coming up me!

A celebrity in the spotlight,

Suddenly the world feels just right,

You need a show,

You need some drama,

It's what you're after,

So with that I'll say, repeat after me!

M-E-T-T-A-T-O-N,

Mettaton, it's Mettaton!"

As if it was magic (and it very well must be), the crowd caught wind and started singing along.

"M-E-T-T-A-T-O-N,

M-E-T-T-A-T-O-N,"

"It's coming up me!

It's coming up Mettaton, it's Mettaton!"

Despite the earplugs doing a great job at blocking out the noise, Sans still ended up overstimulated somehow. Perhaps it was the flashing lights and the constantly shifting colours and platforms and Mettaton's over-the-top performance, but something inside the short skeleton made him want to look anywhere but the stage. Eventually, his eyes shifted over to a window high above the stage. The tech booth. And through the glass, he could just about see a familiar figure. A familiar pointy-headed figure through tinted glass. Gosh, Sans would do anything to get up there. Eh, what's stopping him?

With one last glance at Papyrus, who was on the edge of his seat and flapping his arms with a big dopey grin on his face, Sans slunk away to go see the ever so "mysterious" technician in the booth.

As he peeked around the door, he spotted Alphys sitting at a panel with all kinds of buttons. Fancy. But he noticed something else with her. Something she's wearing.

"whoa, is that a lab coat?"

Alphys started. "GAH! Oh! S-Sans! Hi!"

"sorry 'bout that." His smile reached his eye sockets. "so, i'm guessing you got the job, huh?"

Her smile reached her eyes in turn. "Yeah! It actually really surprised me!"

"what? it surprised ya? it didn't surprise me."

"Oh, you!" She briefly shot him a playful glare as Sans laughed.

"what? i was just gonna talk about how your position was made for ya."

"You're too nice! Stop!"

"oh, am i now?" Alphys rolled her eyes as she struggled to reach a button Sans was close to. Sans nonchalantly pressed it for her, and colourful mist sprayed out on Mettaton's stage.

"Um, yes!" She activated a mechanism that allowed a trapeze to fall into the room for Mettaton to use. What kind of theatre was this? "Meanie!"

"heh heh. so, a robot with a soul, huh? how'd you pull THAT off? i thought souls couldn't be artificially made."

The room felt deathly cold all of a sudden. Where was Alphys' smile? Why was she making even less eye contact than usual? Why was there a sudden... wrongness in the air?

"al?"

She refused to look at him. Unease filled Sans' ribs. Was she hiding something from him?

"hey, uh... is there something you're not-"

"N-No! No! E-Everything's fine, I just did it! I don't know if I can replicate it, but I did it! That's all you need to know! Hahahahaha! Haha..."

This girl really couldn't make herself sound more obvious if she tried. And as a result, curiosity wasn't the only thing tightening its grip on Sans' soul. He looked out the window of the booth to watch the robot with a soul as he rallied the crowd to sing along with him once again.

"Mettaton!"

"The highlights..."

"Mettaton!"

"It feels just right!"

"Mettaton!"

"Above the crowd!"

"We love you, Mettaton!"

Those movements, that voice... They all sounded way too lifelike for the robot to just be an ordinary robot. Wouldn't robots be more... robotic? Something wasn't adding up here. He definitely acts like he has a soul. But then, why was Alphys acting so evasive. Sans decided to probe a little.

"heh, wow. he's really lifelike. however you did it, he's definitely not soulless, is he?"

"N-No... He's not." The shy lizard bit her lip nervously as Sans continued probing. Did she catch on to his probing?

Nonetheless, Sans made it a point to lean on his elbow as casually as possible to look more nonchalant. "heh, you know, you might've just about made history here, alphys. an artificial monster soul? that's gotta shake the world. ain't that right?"

He caught a wince. "Y-Yeah..."

The skeleton hoped she didn't catch onto his narrow eye sockets. Luckily for him, she seemed to be too focused on the special effects to notice. "you know, i bet you would look really cool in a history book. imagine, 'alphys alpha, the first monster to ever create an artificial soul.' you'll be on the news."

A scoff. "Mettaton will be the news."

"true."

It wasn't working. She was still too closed off. Disguising a sigh as a regular exhale, Sans zoned out at the crowd, watching his brother bounce and sing along.

"METTATON, IT'S METTATON!!!"

"heh, at least papyrus is happy."

"Y-Yeah. He is... They all are."

"It's coming up me!

It's coming up me!

It's coming up me!"

"M-E-T-T-A-T-O-N,

M-E-T-T-A-T-O-N,

Mettaton, it's Mettaton!"

Thundering applause filled the room. Now that the song was done, perhaps Sans could get some more answers- and she's gone.

Just straight up disappeared.

Huh.

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"BREAKFAST IS READY!!!"

Oh god, how did it look worse than last time? Sans wanted to sink into the couch and hide away from this monstrosity Papyrus dared to call spaghetti.

"HERE YOU ARE, BROTHER!!! UNDYNE'S BEEN TEACHING ME HOW TO MAKE MEATBALLS!!!"

The smaller brother winced as he picked at the ball of coal on his plate. "uh huh." Reluctantly, he stabbed the spaghetti with his fork, only to find that the entire meal stuck together like one big lump of dried up-

"WELL, I WOULD LOVE TO STAY AND SEE YOUR REACTION, BUT I'VE GOT TO SEE A DOG ABOUT A HORSE- WAIT, NO, IT'S THE OTHER WAY AROUND. A HORSE ABOUT A DOG. WAIT, WAS HE EVEN A HORSE? PERHAPS THAT WAS JUST MY IMAGINATION. HOW SILLY OF ME!!!"

Seeing this opportunity, Sans flung the fork and...

CRASH!!! There went the window!

The disaster chef screeched in terror and immediately whipped around to see a guilty-looking Sans, an empty plate, and a broken window.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?!"

Oh god, he was sweating bullets. "uhh... the dog?"

...

"THAT BLASTED CANINE!!!"

The tension sapped out of Sans' body so fast, he almost forgot how to breathe. It was then that a very grumpy Papyrus sat next to him, grumbling about dogs and bones and whatever.

"hey, it's nothing the great papyrus can't handle, right?"!

"TRUE... BUT IT IS VERY ANNOYING. LET'S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE, LIKE METTATON!!!"

"oh, boy..."

"WHAT?! YOU'VE SEEN HIS SHOW!!! THE LIGHTS, THE SONGS, THE SPECIAL EFFECTS!!! I WANTED TO STAY THERE ULNA-IGHT, BUT NOOOOO, IT HAD TO END AT 11PM FOR SOME REASON!!!"

"well, even robots need to recharge."

"HE'S SO LIFE-LIKE, I FORGET HE'S EVEN A ROBOT AT ALL, TO BE HONEST!!! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!"

Sans nodded in agreement, because really, he did agree. His mind drifted back to yesterday's conversation with Alphys. How she was so evasive. Well, even more evasive than normal. Why did he get this itchy feeling that she's hiding something from him? The more he thought about it, the more that itchy feeling turned into a burn. That oh so familiar burn of just wanting to know MORE. There's got to be a reason why she's hiding like this. No one lies to Sans. No one.

He found it hard to focus on what Papyrus was saying. Something to do with merchandise and action figures. At least he knows what to get him. As important as Papyrus was, Sans had other things to investigate. And where else to start than Alphys' new home?

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The lab had never felt this... lived in before. Boxes scattered everywhere, the upstairs had been turned into a bedroom... The fridge was already full of ramen.

note to self, take alphys out to eat sometime.

The only thing missing was the actual resident, but knowing her, she was probably-

BONK!

Sans groaned as he rubbed his poor nasal cavity. What did he just walk into?

He looked up to find that it wasn't a what he walked into, it was a who.

"OH MY! WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?"

"...mettaton?"

"IN THE NUTS AND BOLTS, DARLING! OH, GET OFF THE FLOOR, YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF COVERED IN DIRT!" The celebrity robot picked Sans up by the scruff of his grey hoodie and gently placed him back on his feet. Huh. That was oddly gentle for a robot. He then proceeded to dust Sans off methodically. "THAT'S BETTER. NOW TELL ME, DEAR, WHY ARE YOU HERE? DID YOU WANT TO SEE MORE OF THIS?"

Pose! Pose! Pose!

"actually, i'm looking for alphys."

Mettaton struck a different pose. "IS THAT SO? OH, I UNDERSTAND. YOU'RE ALPHYS' LITTLE NERD FRIEND, RIGHT?" He chortled.

"she talked about me, huh?"

A different pose. "ONCE OR TWICE."

Sans hummed to himself. If he wanted to figure out what was happening with Alphys and her secrecy about Mettaton, why not get some information from the 'robot' himself? As the idea sunk into his head, Sans let his shoulders lax and smile grow, almost as if he WASN'T secretly investigating Alphys like an agent.

"heh, she's pretty great, ain't she? a real pal."

Mettaton posed like one of Sans' French girls. "OH YES! SHE CERTAINLY KNOWS HOW TO BUILD A ROBOT!"

"yup, she's great at building calculators on wheels."

Somehow, Mettaton was flexible enough to lay on his front and still look up at Sans. "WATCH IT, TINY."

"watch what? watch your show?"

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT, SHORT STUFF." He put his finger to his 'face' to emphasise his 'pout.' "WHAT DO YOU NEED HER FOR, ANYWAY? WHO NEEDS FRIENDS WITH IDOLS LIKE ME?"

"i think i've had enough of idolising people for a lifetime. besides, idols are more often than not just people who are trying their best."

"...WOW. YOU ARE WEIRD."

"heh, thanks." Something lit up in Sans' mind. "say, you don't idolise alphys, do you?"

"OH MY! ABSOLUTELY NOT! I WOULD CALL HER A FAITHFUL FRIEND, BUT NOT AN IDOL!"

Sans' smug grin made a comeback. "who needs friends, huh?"

"OH, SHUSH! I KNOW I'M HYPOTHETICAL, SO WHAT? I'M A STAR! AND IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF ALPHYS THAT MY DREAMS CAME TRUE!"

His dreams? Since when did robots have dreams? If he took what the show stated at face value, then Mettaton was merely just an entertainment robot... with a soul. But if that were the case, would he just be programmed with hopes and dreams? That's some... odd programming on Alphys' part. Oh, well. Couldn't hurt to double check.

"hehe, hopes and dreams, cute. mind sharing a little more about 'em?"

"HMM..." A dramatic pose.

"i'd love to hear alllllll about you."

"ALL ABOUT ME?! WELL, THEN!" He twirled around on his wheel and summoned a spotlight onto himself. Oh, how his metallic paint glistens in the spotlight... It was mesmerising. "EVER SINCE I WAS BUT A HUMBLE SNAIL FARMER, I HAVE DREAMED OF STARDOM. BUT ONE DAY, A SMALL LIZARD GIRL CAME UP TO ME AND OFFERED A WAY TO HELP ME CLIMB THE LADDER TO STARDOM. AND SO, I..."

Eureka! A snail farmer! If he was built as an entertainment robot, why would he talk about being a snail farmer?

"...AND MY DIARIES SHALL LAST TO TELL THE TALE OF MY RISE TO FAME! IN MY OLD HOUSE... IN WATERFALL... OH, WAIT."

And there it was. The proof that Sans needed to make sure it wasn't just programming. His body language, the way his lights dialed down... He messed up. He slipped, and they both knew it.

"...OF COURSE, DARLING, I KNOW THAT WAS JUST, ER, PROGRAMMING! NOTHING ELSE TO SEE HERE, HA HA HA. TOODLES!"

And with that, he zipped away, leaving a Mettaton-shaped hole in the Mettaton-shaped wall.

"heh. sure, buddy. whatever you say."

Whatever he said, indeed. At least now Sans had a lead. He didn't need that poser anymore. Um, metaphorically speaking.

#undertale #fanfic #my writing #snowdin adventures #papyrus #sans #alphys #mettaton #the CORE

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staydandy · 2 years ago

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Oh No! Here Comes Trouble (2023) - 不良執念清除師 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : Pu Yi Yong is a typical high school student. When he unexpectedly gains supernatural powers after waking up from a car accident, his previously uneventful life is suddenly not so ordinary anymore. (MDL)

Whumpee : Pu Yi Yong played by Tseng Jing Hua (center) • Cao Guang Yan played by Peng Cian You (left)

Country : 🇹🇼 Taiwan Genres : Mystery, Comedy, Supernatural, Bromance

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • I want another season of this so badly! It was well done ... written, acted, cgi ... loved it! • Most of the whump is comedic (until the very end), but it's still a really good show!

Episodes on List : 11 Total Episodes : 12

*Spoilers below*

01 : Cao Guang Yan falls down some steps, sprains his foot … [flashback] hit in the head with a sport-ball (3 separate times! - comedic) … [present] Pu Yi Yong is in a major bus accident, trapped under a large hunk of metal, wakes briefly before passing out again … wakes in a hospital, oxygen mask, was in a coma … (@ 31:56 you go Mama!!) … hospitalized, physical therapy, walking with crutches

02 : Faints several times in a row (comedic) … (@ 16:00 my god, personal space ma dude!) … [flashback] found under the metal at the accident site, piece of metal speared in his side, heart stopped, CPR administered … [present] put in an arm lock (comedic)

03 : (at end) Guang Yan is punched

04 : … continued from previous ep. ... (replay) Punched & knocked out (by Yi Yong), Yi Yong is punched & knocked out (by his mother 😂) … trips & falls … put in an arm lock (comedic)

05 : Hit with the butt of a metal bat … bruised, handcuffed … trips & falls … Guang Yan has a headache … Yi Yong trips & falls … legs & hands skinned up from tripping & falling several times

06 : (near end) Guang Yan is nauseous an amusement ride

07 : Yi Yong trips & falls, Guang Yan trips & falls (comedic) … Yi Yong is slapped (comedic) … (@ 29:33 Guang Yan knows all of Yi Yong's food prefs.. yeah, totally not a couple 😏) … in shock, almost punches Guang Yan without realizing … slapped (comedic) (Guang Yan has great reflexes 😂) … nightmare

08 : Slapped (comedic) (he's gonna get a concussion if this keeps up 😂)

10 : Tackled to the ground, wrist & arm scratched

11 : Falls to the ground in shock

12 : Knocked out … hands zip-tied, dragged, throws up … hit in the head with a hammer, knocked out … wakes, head pain, bleeding … in a fight … tossed over a railing, clings to the edge, falls 2-3 stories, bleeding heavily, CPR administered, coughs blood … comatose … (that ending scene legit made me cry 😭)

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djtheabishai · 2 months ago

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About "You're Perfect Either Way"'s Simeon (AKA Original Satyr! Simeon)

(I apologize, this turned into a story later down the post. You have been warned)

I forget to put in that Simeon's half blind, as in, he's missing his left eye.

I'm gonna dive into this a bit.

In the past, I posted pictures of half blind Simeon (There's "Mer-Maid" and there's this one. (I don't remember if I named this AU or not) We're focusing on this one as he lost his eye, not born without it.

This is also from the oldest rp I did with the good friend I mentioned before that I pretty much adopted into my own canon. (I would tag them but I don't know if they want to be tagged, so imma just leave them be till they give me the "Okay")

As you know, (if you haven't, please read "You're Perfect Either Way" to get a idea), Simeon saved Barbatos from a very mental, emotional and physical event that was about to happen with Balphomet (a half man, half goat royal that doesn't keep his hands to himself). And was turned into a Deer! Satyr.

The former angel was only human at the time and caught him just before Balphomet could lay his hand on the steward. (I'm dive into how the steward was caught off guard, but not right now (maybe in another post)). They faught. The castle was destroyed on the inside. The former angel somehow beat the older, powerful demon. (Everyone saying it was just luck, but Simeon and Barbatos believe it was something more. (Trama on Simeon's side (will dive into another time.)) As a last effort, Balphomet turned Simeon into a normal deer, but Simeon, being badly wounded as is, tried his best. The last thing he remembers before his world blacked out, was him empailing the older demon with his antlers.

Simeon ended up hospitalized, into a coma for a few months. He lost his eye while fighting, though brushed it off thinking blood was in his eye at the time, making him not see out it.

Balphomet was dethroned as a royal and shunned for not only being beat by a "Mere Human" but also going after Barbatos.

Diavolo tired everything to get Simeon back to his normal form, but the closest he could get was a satyr.

Barbatos was at his side whenever he had the chance. When he's on break, off duty. He would even sleep in the same room.

He didn't care if people got tired of seeing him multiple times a day. He didn't want to miss the day his husband woke up.

When Simeon finally woke up, Barbatos was on duty.

He noticed right off the bat that his head was heavy and that he could see his nose more than before and that he could see straight and what's on his right. His nose looked different. He raised his hands to feel around his face and could feel his nose and mouth were out more than it should be.

He couldn't feel his feet and it felt like his legs were really fuzzy the way they rubbed against the blanket and he was laying on a uncomfortable lump on his tailbone.

He pulled back the covers to find his legs been replaced with deer legs.

Panicking, he jumped off the bed, the IVs and heart monitor ripping off and out his body as he ran to the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror. He looked fine other than the fact he grew a muzzle, has ears of a deer and now has antlers. But more noticeably, he lost his eye. He didn't realize he had a tail till he felt it drop at seeing he's missing an eye.

He felt the strong need to run and hide. He doesn't know why, but he does. He doesn't even know how he managed to escape the hospital either. But by the time he was halfway to the Demon Lord's Castle, there was a search for him.

Barbatos was called immediately to the hospital.

In a silent, calm panic, Barbatos hurried back to the castle, hoping Simeon was there.

Simeon was only in his and Barbatos's shared room for only 10 minutes when Barbatos came knocking on the door to ask if Simeon was there.

Barbatos noticed Simeon was missing eye the moment he rolled over to look at him and his heart dropped.

After having a small "argument", Barbatos broke down on why he loves him, but they both noticed that Simeon noticed Barbatos didn't mention he was missing an eye, but it didn't matter as what he said was enough to convince the satyr that the demon loved him for not what he is, but who he is.

But a couple days went by and Simeon asked why he didn't bring up the fact that he was missing an eye.

"Well, I didn't think it would matter. As I told you, I love you for who you are, not what you are." The steward reminded him before he instructed a teenage Luke how to gut a Devildom Turkey.

"You also said that I had both my eyes." "Did I?" He says and looks over. "Well, I think I was picturing something like a glass eye in its place." "A glass eye? " Simeon repeats and his husband nods.

"Maybe it's something to start on. You may not be able to see out of it, but at least you got something in its place. And if you do, it's gonna be just as, if not, more beautiful than your original eye." He tells him, cupping his face and pecking his nose, making the satyr giggle with his tail wagging.

"Do you really think I should start collecting them?" He asks. "Only if you truly want to. And if you do, I can definitely help with getting your eye." Barbatos told him. " I'll help as well! After everything you've helped me with, I can help you with your new eye as well! How about you start an glass eye collection, Simeon?" Luke spoke up.

"That's not a bad idea." Simeon said after thinking it over.

Barbatos smiles and he stands on his toes to kiss over where his lover's eye should be.

Simeon smiles and wraps his arms around his waist to pick him up to hold him closer as he looks up at him.

More days went by when Simeon got his first two glass eyes for his collection. Luke got him an eye that looked like his old one. Barbatos got him a special eye. It was like the one Luke got him, only the pupil was in the shape of an hourglass.

Over time, he got more eyes. One green, one brown, one had stars and another had a heart.

Soon he had to get a case because he had so many.

At first, Simeon would only wear the one Luke and Barbatos got him, but over time, the more eyes he got, the more he felt comfortable wearing the others.

But when him and Barbatos are alone together, he wouldn't wear one, feeling he could be his natural self.

But with Barbatos, the demon feel in love with Simeon all over again, possibly even deeper than before.

Simeon isn't just his lover, his husband but also his savior and that's who he is in his eyes.

He faught someone who he knows had no chance of winning when he was human. He had his appearance changed and became half blind because of the fight. All because he faught to protect him from a trauma Simeon himself went through when he was angel to keep from Barbatos from experiencing the same thing.

If it wasn't for Simeon, who knows what would've happened to the steward and the demon refuses to look into it.

So everytime Barbatos looks at him, he sees a someone who values him, as his actions speak that very loud and clear.

So as they lay there at night, Simeon resting on his side, his vision blocked by the pillow as his blind side is up, grumbling he can't see, Barbatos takes the chance to change forms and quickly cuddle the satyr.

His tail wrapping around the satyr's body as he rubbed his head under his chin, making Simeon blush deep and holding him back just as close.

Barbatos will forever be thankful that Simeon is still with him and will always see him as a hero for what he did.

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