#he did NOT just pick her up and hold her in one arm like she weighs nothing 🥵

[yvesssssssss]

ohhh i got an idea ! imagine some of them having little kids like heisuke shishiba nagumo natsuki and shin and their kids tell them that they want to marry their mom (the reader)

"I’m Gonna Marry Mommy!"

(heisuke, shishiba, nagumo, natsuki, shin)

Raising kids wasn’t easy—especially for men who were used to a life of danger, strategy, and, in some cases, pure chaos. But nothing could have prepared them for the ultimate enemy: their own children trying to steal their wife.

Ahh, sorry it took kinda long! But I hope you like it! Their little kids being total Mama’s boy/girl was too cute to writeෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

Heisuke

Heisuke was lounging on the couch when his five-year-old son, Kaito, climbed onto his lap with a serious expression. Heisuke knew that look—it was the same one he got when he was about to take a long-distance shot.

“Dad,” Kaito said solemnly.

Heisuke raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“I’ve decided,” Kaito announced, gripping his tiny fists. “I’m gonna marry Mommy when I grow up.”

Heisuke blinked. Then blinked again.

“Wait—huh?”

Kaito puffed out his chest. “You always say Mommy is the most beautiful person ever and that you love her more than anything. So I wanna do that too!”

Heisuke stared at his son, then at you, who was in the kitchen humming while cooking. Then back at Kaito.

“…I respect your ambition, buddy, but there’s a little problem with that plan.”

Kaito frowned. “What?”

Heisuke smirked, ruffling his son’s hair. “Mommy’s already married. To me.”

Kaito gasped, horrified. “No fair!”

You turned around, confused. “What’s going on?”

Kaito pointed an accusing finger at Heisuke. “Dad stole you from me!!”

You bit back a laugh while Heisuke grinned in victory.

“Sorry, kiddo. You’ll have to find your own amazing wife someday,” Heisuke said smugly, while Kaito pouted, crossing his arms.

“This is the worst day ever.”

Shishiba

Shishiba had never expected fatherhood, but his three-year-old daughter, Mei, had him wrapped around her tiny little finger. She was currently sitting on his lap, playing with his tie, when she looked up at him with her big, round eyes.

“Papa?”

“Mm?”

“I wanna marry Mama.”

Shishiba froze. “…Come again?”

Mei nodded enthusiastically, holding up her small hands. “I love Mama! She’s so pretty and nice and gives me kisses!”

Shishiba exhaled through his nose. “That’s… true.”

“So I’m gonna marry her!” Mei declared, as if it was already set in stone.

Shishiba rubbed his temples. “Yeah, no. That’s not happening.”

Mei pouted. “Why?”

Shishiba leaned down, his usual deadpan expression unwavering. “Because I already married her.”

Mei’s eyes widened in betrayal. “YOU DID?!”

You walked into the room just in time to see Mei clinging to Shishiba’s leg, wailing, “Papa, how could you?! I thought we were besties!”

Shishiba sighed, looking at you. “Your daughter wants to steal my wife.”

You chuckled, picking up Mei and kissing her forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll always be my baby.”

Mei sniffled. “Can I at least have cuddles?”

Shishiba grumbled. “Fine.”

You ended up sandwiched between them, with Mei hugging you tight and Shishiba grumbling about his daughter’s ‘betrayal.’

Nagumo

Nagumo was used to tricks, deception, and unpredictability. But he wasn’t prepared for his own four-year-old son, Riku, casually dropping a bombshell while they were playing.

“Papa, I’m gonna marry Mama.”

Nagumo almost dropped his playing cards. “Huh?”

Riku grinned, showing off his missing front tooth. “I love Mama, so I’m gonna marry her when I grow up!”

Nagumo smirked, ruffling his son’s hair. “That’s cute, kid, but I married her first.”

Riku huffed. “I can fight you for her!”

Nagumo laughed. “Oh? You think you can take me, huh?”

Riku nodded fiercely. “Mama kisses my boo-boos. Does she kiss yours?”

Nagumo squinted. “…You little punk.”

You entered the room, seeing Riku holding his tiny fists up while Nagumo held up his hands in mock surrender.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

Nagumo pointed at Riku. “Your son is challenging me to a duel for your hand in marriage.”

Riku nodded seriously. “Mama, you’ll marry me, right?”

You giggled, crouching down to kiss Riku’s forehead. “You’ll always be my handsome little prince.”

Nagumo groaned dramatically. “Betrayed by my own family.”

Riku grinned. “Heh. Get rekt, Dad.”

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki was brushing his six-year-old daughter’s hair when she suddenly turned to him with a pout.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna marry Mommy.”

Natsuki paused mid-brush. “…Oh?”

His daughter crossed her arms. “She makes the best pancakes and gives the best cuddles! I want to marry her.”

Natsuki grinned, setting down the brush. “Hmm, well, that’s a problem, sweetheart. She’s already mine.”

His daughter gasped. “WHAT?!”

Natsuki nodded, smug. “Yep. I called dibs.”

“That’s not fair!”

He chuckled. “Sorry, kiddo. You’ll have to find someone else.”

His daughter pouted before suddenly perking up. “Fine! Then I’ll marry someone like Mommy!”

Natsuki grinned. “Good taste, kid.”

When you walked in, your daughter ran up to you and hugged your leg. “Mommy, can you make me pancakes?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Natsuki smirked. “See? She’s all mine.”

Your daughter glared at him. “I’m gonna find someone even better than you, Daddy.”

Natsuki gasped. “Rude!”

Shin

Shin was sitting on the floor, watching TV with his son, Haru, when the little boy suddenly grabbed his arm.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“I wanna marry Mommy!” Haru declared.

Shin nearly choked on his drink. “Wh-What?”

Haru beamed. “Mommy gives the best hugs, and she always makes me my favorite food! I wanna marry her when I grow up!”

Shin rubbed his temple. “Uh, kid… that’s not really how it works.”

Haru frowned. “Why not?”

Shin sighed. “Because Mommy’s already married. To me.”

Haru gasped. “No way!”

You walked in, seeing Haru looking devastated while Shin looked amused.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Haru sniffled. “Daddy married you first.”

You chuckled, kneeling to hug him. “You’ll always be my little prince, okay?”

Haru brightened. “Really?”

“Of course.”

Shin sighed. “Looks like I have competition.”

Haru smirked. “That’s right, old man.”

Shin groaned while you laughed, watching your son cuddle into your arms, completely victorious.

[littlefanficprincess]

Stop the wedding!

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D-16 x Fem cybertronian reader

Word count: 5.3k

Song: This Day Aria (Cover by jSyndeo Music)

Synopsis: You're a simple miner bot forced to get married to the Sentinel Prime, so D-16 decides to crash the wedding and get his girl.

(A/n): It is a cheesy premise, which makes it good (holy moly this became way longer than I expected.

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 “All right, all clear” D-16 mentions. He stands in the metro, leaning against the cart full of drills and other metal objects.

Orion pops out of the cart, catching the drill he almost knocked out of the cart. “Okay, D-16, I may be a little rusty, but “corroded”? That is too far” He says, referring to what his friend called him when talking to the two guards that were chasing the blue bot.

“Let me guess. Chased out of the archives?” D-16 questions, brushing off Orion’s response. He was already all too familiar with Orion’s routine of breaking the rules.

“Yeah. I had to jump out of a window this time. Almost died” Orion laughs, climbing out of the cart. “It was wild”

“And digging through ancient data is worth dying for?”

“Yes, it is”

“I need a new best friend” D-16 rolls his eyes, unamused.

Orion tells how he wanted to help Sentinel Prime find the Matrix of Leadership, his realist friend proceeded to call him delusional. The conversation switches over their lack of cogs.

“Hey, if we did have cogs…” Orion trails off.

“I’d transform into a shovel and beat you” D-16 jokes, answering quite quickly.

“That’s one way to talk to your friend” A sweet voice chimes from behind Orion. The two mechs turn to see who it was. Standing there was (Y/n), a smile on her face. “Hi guys!”

D-16 tenses up as his vents pick up speed. “Oh (Y/n), didn’t notice you there” He says, awkwardly. It was a sudden change from the cocky demeanor he had a second ago.

“Yeah, I know I’m not very eye-catching” The (f/c) femme bot chuckles, placing a servo on the back of her helm.

In his mind, D-16 argued that she was anything but that. Probably the most beautiful miner, the prettiest cybertronian in Iacon. A diamond in the rough, as they say.

Trailing her (e/c) optics trial down, noticing something shiny in Orion’s servo. She leans slightly down, eyeing the unknown object. “What do you have there?” She questions, raising an optical ridge.

Orion raises his hand, showing what it was. A shiny decal of Megatronus’ face. “Just a mint-condition Megatronus Prime decal, first edition. But he probably doesn't want it, so if you want it…” He holds it out for her to grab.

“Wait, hold on. Let me see” D-16 slightly panics, while also feeling excited. He reaches for the decal, but Orion pulls his arm back out of reach.

“Wait. Don’t grab. You’re gonna crease it” Orion grins. He places it carefully onto the other miner’s shoulder plate, smoothing it out.

D-16 looks at it with amazement, tracing over it with his middle and index digit. “You know, Sentinel says Megatronus was the…”

“The strongest Prime to ever live” (Y/n) and Orion say in unison, knowing the saying like the back of their servo’s. The two share a chuckle at how they knew him so well.

“It fits you” (Y/n) compliments, looking at the decal before turning her gaze up to his face. It makes D-16 feel flustered, he slightly turns away. He mutters a “Thank you”, just loud enough to be heard.

Turning to the smaller bot, Orion asks her “What have you been up to, I haven’t seen you for a good bit”.

“Sorry about that” (Y/n) apologizes, grinning sheepishly. “I was getting my metal clean, it was covered in dust. Then I ran right into Spark Hope and everything went downhill from there” She explains, remembering all the chaos.

The metro comes to a stop, its doors opening. D-16 pushes the cart out, placing it next to other carts filled with equipment. The three friends were following behind the other miners, when they were stopped by a guard.

Their first assumption was that he was there for Orion, the mentioned bot getting nervous. But to their surprise, he turns to the (f/c) femme next to him. “(Y/n)?” He calls out, making sure he has the right cybertronian.

Confused, (Y/n) answered with “Yeah? That’s me”. She wondered what he could want, hoping it was not related to her crash she had not too long ago.

“Sentinel Prime has requested your presence, I am here to escort you” The guard tells her, with a straight posture.

Looking back at her friends, who looked just as surprised of her, (Y/n) shrugs her shoulders. “I guess I'll see you guys later” She says, before following the guard to Sentinel’s palace.

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(Y/n) could only stare anxiously at the ground as she walks behind the guard, fiddling with her own digits. THE Sentinel Prime knew she existed and wanted to see her, for who knows what. The guard leads her inside the palace, its walls were made of gold and bronze, matching that of Sentinel’s armor. She felt so small compared to it all, so insignificant. 

She didn’t even notice the guard stopped walking, making her bump into his back. He steps back, spewing out a quick apology. He seems to ignore it and knocks on the big doors in front of him, he clears his throat. “My prime, I have brought the bot you’ve requested for” He announces.

There was a pause, before they heard an answer. “Great, let her in,” Sentinel’s voice chimes from the other side of the door.

The guard nods and opens the doors, motioning for her to enter. Hesitantly, (Y/n) walks in, she flinches as the door is slammed close. She looks up, finding Sentinel looking towards the window with his hands behind his back.

The Prime turns around with a big smile, towering over the poor femme. “Ah, the cybertronian I was looking for. I’m happy I was able to catch you, you’re running all over the place” He chuckles, using some interesting words.

Bowing down, (Y/n) lowers her head. “It’s an honor, My Prime. It truly is” She claims, preferring to not look her in the eye.

“No need to get formal, (Y/n)” Sentinel says, gesturing to her to stand up. She does so, shivering slightly at hearing him say her name. “I called you here for one simple thing” He mentions, a mischievous glint in his bright blue optics.

“What is that, Sentinel Prime?” The (f/c) being slightly tilts her head, the taller bot finding the action charming. 

“I want you to be my Conjunx Endura”

His statement makes (Y/n) halt, staring at him with wide optics. “I beg your pardon?” She coughs, making sure she didn’t hear him wrong.

“Even after fifty cycles of ruling Iacon, no femme or mech ever caught my eye. Then I saw you, bumping right into Spark Hope. You are the most beautiful bot I’ve ever seen” Sentinel kneels down, grabbing her chin. “And so, I want to marry you”

So many things were going through (Y/n)’s head. Not only did he notice her, he found her pretty and he was asking her to marry him. It all happened too fast for her to process, she had to think of her next words.

She had no idea that the proposal was shallow, not a trace of love in Sentinel’s motives. He did find her beautiful, there is no denying it. What was better to improve his image than having a Conjunx Endura, the story of that he fell in love with a miner. That he didn't care about her status, only her personality and beauty. Lies, all lies.

It was a huge honor to be asked by a prime to marry them. But yet, (Y/n) can’t help but feel empty. It was like something was holding her back, then her mind flickered to Orion and D-16. She wanted to say no, but she thinks of what would happen if she did.

“I would love to” (Y/n) answers, forcing a smile. She looks up at his menacingly stature. She hoped that he didn't notice her lying through her teeth.

“Great!” Sentinel exclaims, grinning. He didn't notice. Or he did, but didn't seem to care.

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No one saw her that day after that, it was noticed by many. Elita interrogated the idiotic duo, suspecting one of them had to do something with it. But she backed off once they told her a guard took her away for something.

Then cave in happens with Jazz almost getting crushed if it wasn't for Orion and D-16. The reckless action had gotten Elita-1 demoted by Darkwing, the mech brushing her arguments off as she lacked a cog unlike him.

The next day, Orion dragged his friend to the stadium where the Iacon 5000 was held. But instead of going into the main entrance, the blue miner drags the other through a side door. D-16 finds himself and Orion behind orange glass with a clear view of everything that was happening.

“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The icon of Iacon! The savior of Cybertron! Quintessons fear him, but we love him! Our leader, the one and only… Sentinel Prime!” The announcer proclaims, hyping up the audience.

Flying down and across the crowd was their remaining prime. He almost looked like an angel soaring across the sky. Bots scream his name as he passes by. He lands on a floating platform in the middle of an arena. 

“Yes! It feels so good to be here with you all today. My friends. My Cybertronian family. It has been precisely 50 cycles since the Quintessons attacked our home. Fifty cycles since we lost the Matrix of Leadership and our Energon supply dried up. Fifty cycles since the battle that killed the other Primes, my brothers and sisters in arms” He tells the crowd, placing his servo on his chassis.

Behind the racers down below appear holograms of the thirteen fallen primes. “Today we honor the Primes who gave their lives for ours and we show them that the strength of Cybertron will never be diminished” His bright blue optics scan the crowd, stopping at the femme he was looking for. 

“Before we start the race, I have one more thing to announce. Not too long ago, I met the most loveliest bot I’ve ever seen. I want you all to meet (Y/n), my soon to be Conjunx Endura” He reaches his hand towards her direction, making those near her look at (f/c) femme.

Three platforms float up as makeshift stairs. Hesitantly, (Y/n) steps on the first platform. She climbs onto the second, before stopping on the third. Right next to Sentinel, their difference in height was very noticeable.

Sentinel prime grabs her hand, smiling warmly. He glances towards the crowd, watching their reactions. (Y/n) looked to the crowd as well, but instead she was looking for her two friends. She was disappointed to see neither of them.

Little did she know that they were behind her, caged by metal and glass. With a conflicted expression on his face, D-16 looks up at the two. He felt his spark crackling, getting heavy in his chassis. He knew Orion was looking at him, but he didn't meet his gaze. 

“Racers, on your marks!”

D-16 feels Orion putting something on his back, looking behind he finds his jetpack. “Why’d you bring jetpacks?” He questions.

“It’s time to show them we are more than meets the eye” Orion answers, sounding cocky.

“Oh no”

“And they’re off!” The announcer yells.

The glass in front of them turns green, the floor underneath them opens up. Orion turns on his jetpack and catches D-16 before he hits the ground. They stood out from the big group of racers.

The first to notice them was (Y/n), leaning towards their direction. “It’s them” She gasps, not expecting to find them in the race of all places.

Sentinel notices her moving away from him, making him look over what was happening. He squints his eyes at the two off figures in between the racers. “I’m sorry, are those miners in the race?” He says, confused. He looks at the big screen to get a better view of it.

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing here! Miners trying to run in the Iacon 5000!” The announcer exclaimed in surprise. The miners in the crowd cheer, happy to see one of their own racing besides those with cogs.

Glancing back at his future Conjunx Endura, Sentinel finds her looking in awe at the two miners. Most likely that she was familiar with them as she was a miner herself after all. But he cannot help but feel bitter that she was far more interested in them than him.

Even with just their jetpacks, Orion and D-16 had gotten far. Using their wits, they somehow take down Darkwing in the process. They were about to cross the finish line first, but an engine from another player shoots out and hits D-16. Orion drags his friend further, only to be tackled as a racer rides through them and crosses the finish line. To add salt to their wounds, the rest of the racers finish before the two miners could even get up.

(Y/n) moves away, about to get off the floating platform. But she was stopped by Sentinel grabbing her arms, “Where are you going?” He asks in a light tone. But the way he said it, it felt possessive.

“I’m going to check on them, I want to see if they're alright. They’re my friends” (Y/n) explains, ignoring his grip. She also wanted to tell them what happened during the time they didn’t see each other.

The prime couldn't let her out his sight, he can’t let her slip out of his grasp. “Don’t worry, I will check on them for you. I will get a guard to escort you to your room” Sentinel ‘assures’ her, his servo travels from her arm to her shoulder plate.

Finding no point in arguing with him, (Y/n) lowers her head. “I understand, thank you” She says, defeated. 

Without even being inside the palace, she felt trapped in Sentinel's presence. She was escorted away by two guards, one of each side of her. Their height hid her from others and hid the world for her.

They left her once she was brought to her room. She sits down next to the window, leaning against the wall. She wondered what Sentinel said to her friends, did they ask about her? She felt so far away from them, like they were in different worlds. She felt so small.

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After that, she was kept in her room like a caged animal. The clock was ticking down until the wedding, Sentinel seemed to be working hard to plan it all. (Y/n) hoped that once the wedding happened, she would have more freedom.

From time to time, she would ask guards on updates of her two friends. The first few times, she was told that they weren’t able to find the two. But after that, they stopped listening to her requests.

She perks when she hears someone knocking on the door. She wasn't able to say anything before it opened. Walking in was Sentinel, with his servos behind his back. 

(Y/n) gets up and walks over to him, greeting him with a smile. “You came to visit!” She calls out. She can’t help but feel joy that she finally had company again.

“I can’t just leave my bride to be all alone, someone has to appreciate your pretty face plate. I brought you something, to celebrate our love” Pulling from behind his back, Sentinel reveals a present wrapped in blue paper with a golden ribbon tied around it. He holds it out for her to grab.

She takes it from him, carefully untying the ribbon. She removes the lid of the medium sized box, peeking inside of it. What she found inside was a cog, giving a soft (f/c) light. Her intake opens in shock, her spark swells in gratefulness. 

“I…I–” She was at a loss of words, not sure what to say. She hugs Sentinel's waist, as she is too small to wrap her arms any higher. “Thank you!” She squeals with joy.

Sentinel tenses up at the touch, stopping himself from pushing her off. He pats her head, trying to keep a smile on his face. “It’s no problem, of course. It’s the least I can do. Now come on, put it in” He advises.

Letting go of him, (Y/n) takes the cog out of the box. She places the cog in her chest, feeling warmth emanating from it. Her form began to change, she grew taller and her armor became more complex. She gazes upon her new look, tracing on the edges of her plates in fascination. 

The cog felt so right in her previous empty chassis, it was like it was a part of her that was missing. It made her wonder how Sentinel got one and why her and other miners weren’t made with them. But she decides to keep those questions to herself. 

“You look divine, sweetspark” Sentinel mentions, cupping (Y/n)’s chin. It made the femme realize she had grown twice her original size, Sentinel now being only (almost) two heads bigger than her.

“Thank you” (Y/n) responds, but this time she was completely sincere. Her feelings of being trapped being pushed to the back of her mind.

“As much as I want to stay, I have to go on an expedition to find the matrix of leadership. See you at the altar, darling” Sentinel spoke in a loving voice. He turns away, his smile faltering. He walks out the room and closes the door behind him.

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Orion, D-16, Elita-1 and B-127 return to the cave where Alpha Trion was waiting for them after they witness Sentinel Prime working for their worst enemy: the Quintessons. He was also the one to backstab the primes and killed them off one by one.

“That really was something, huh” B-127 awkwardly utters, feeling the thick tension in the cave. “I’d really hate being married to that guy” He remarks, trying to lighten the mood.

It makes Orion and D-16 freeze in place, remembering something that slipped their mind. They exchange looks before looking at Elita-1, who seem to realise as well.

B-127 notices the reactions, confusing him. “Did I say something wrong?” He asks.

“The wedding!” D-16 paces back and forth, beginning to panic. “(Y/n), our (Y/n) is marrying that tyrant and we have to stand around” He exclaims, frustrated. He was starting to think that his friend didn’t have a choice in becoming Sentinel Conjunx Endura.

“Okay, okay, that is another thing to add to the list of reasons to stop Sentinel. We can do this, stop the wedding and expose Sentinel. Do you know when it’s being held?” Orion asks Elita-1, placing his servo on his chin.

The femme thinks, trying to remember. “After the race, he made a second announcement. The wedding is going to be held in the middle of Iacon over…ten groons if I remember correctly” Elita-1 explains, making sure she remembered correctly.

“Ten groons!? There is no way we can make it back to Iacon in that time AND stop Sentinel!” D-16 yells, throwing his arms in the air.

B-127 stands next to Alpha Trion, both equally confused on what was going on. The prime pieces together that the traitor was marrying a friend of theirs. Meanwhile the yellow bot thinks about how he has never been to a wedding. ding.

The cave that they were residing in began to shake, telling that they were found out. Alpha Trion points the four bots towards a hidden tunnel to escape, while he buys them time. The clock kept moving, so did they.

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(Y/n) gazes into the tall mirror in front of her, not sure of what she thought of her reflection. Draped from her chest, around her arms and ending on her back with a bow was a delicate gold fabric. It reminded her of the present Sentinel gave her not so long ago. Her digits trace it carefully, scared to rip it. She pauses, thinking she heard yelling above her. But a knock at the door makes her ignore the noise. “Yes?” She answers, curious on who it was. 

“The wedding is about to commence, it’s time to bring you to the altar” A guard from the other side of the door, the femme had grown quite familiar with him already. Not long after that, the door opens to reveal (Y/n). She kept quiet as she was escorted away.

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Right at that moment, above her room was the High guard, along with her friend (and B-127) were held. Sentinel walks past the rows of captured rebels. “ Look at this rowdy bunch! The High Guard! You know, you guys have been tough to find. Every trip to the surface, I’ve been searching for you” He looked down on the ones who escaped him for too long, feeling victorious.

“Tracking the bots in the cave led me right to them,” Airachnid adds, smugly.

Sentinel reaches the two front rows, spotting the leader of the High guard. “Oh-ho-ho! You captured Starscream!” He says in surprise, getting a distorted high pitched voice yelling angry things in return. He laughs at the hilarious sound “You sound ridiculous. It’s weird”.

He turns to his other side, finding D-16 kneeled down. His black helm and armor being replaced with silver, now having a cog given by Alpha Trion. Other changes being his height and a cannon on his right arm. “what a tragic story you’ll be. Atop the leaderboard in your sector and secretly a traitor” The fake prime taunts him, mockingly, “Getting close to the future queen of Iacon so you can give her right over to the Quintessons”.

“Keep her out of your mouth” D-16 mutters, bitterly. He glares up at the taller bot with hatred. His love for his friend was pure, his lie infuriated him. If he wasn’t handcuffed, he would’ve pulled out glossa out his intake.

“All of you are traitors. You’ve been working with the Quintessons to sabotage my expeditions. You’re the reason why I haven’t found the Matrix of Leadership yet” Sentinel makes up the fake truth, the story that he will tell citizens of Iacon.

“None of that is true!” B-127 argues, sitting right next to D-16. “The people are going to find out one way or another”.

“About what? That I plucked the cogs from your newborn chests? Forced you to mine so that I could pay off the Quintessons and live like a king? None of that matters. Because the truth is what I make it” Sentinel declares, leaning down towards the yellow bot. “I was originally going to execute you all right now. But since I’m such a great leader, I’ll let you watch the wedding. An execution is not something you do right before such a beautiful moment”.

In the corner of his eye, Sentinel notices D-16 getting up onto his feet. The blue and gold bot straightens his back, standing in front of the ex-miner. “Well, well. What’s this about?”

“I’m not kneeling in front of you” D-16 declares, not having a single drop of respect for the horrible boy in front of him.

“Feeling confident, are we?”

“You don’t scare me. You want to know why?” D-16 states, standing his ground.

“please” Sentinel smirks, telling him to elaborate. He was curious about what the ex-miner was going to tell him.

“Because I don’t have anything left to lose. You took it all” The silver bot answered. His best friend is ‘dead’, his crush is getting forced to get married to a monster and everything he believed in was a lie.

“I sure did,” Sentinel replies. Before punching the mech, watching him fall onto the ground. His blue optics latch onto the slightly damaged Megatronus prime decal on D-16’s shoulder, he snatches it off. “Ah, Megatronus Prime. Of course you were a fan.  Megatronus was the coolest Prime! The biggest! The baddest! The toughest!”

He opens his chassis to reveal a purple cog in his slot. “That’s why, after I killed him, I took his cog for myself” He says, looking proud as talk about the horrible things he has done.

“He was greater than you’ll ever be!” D-16 yells at him from the floor.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty great. But I can understand why you’d want to wear his face over mine. Here. Let’s make sure it doesn’t come off” Sentinel drops the decal onto D-16’s chassis. Airachnid hands him a blowtorch, which he gladly takes. D-16 grunts in pain as he feels the blowtorch digging through his metal. B-127 looks on in horror, helpless to do anything. 

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

(Y/n) stood at the beginning of the long carpet, anxiously fiddling with her golden accessory. She felt everyone staring at her, making her not feel any better. She began walking down the aisle, passing by rows of cybertronians. She turns her gaze forward to see Sentinel standing at the altar, waiting for her. Next to him stood the officiant, a red mech called Knockout. She reaches the altar, climbing onto it. She stood on the opposite side of Sentinel, hesitantly looking him in the eye.

“Alright, let’s begin this” Knockout clears his throat, looking at the tablet he was holding. “Welcome mechs and femmes to the spark bonding of Sentinel prime and (Y/n). For almost fifty cycles, there hasn’t been a wedding ‘cause of the hard times Cybertron has been through ever since the death of thirteen primes and the disappearance of the Matrix Of Leadership. But once more we are able to witness such a beautiful occa—”.

 He was cut off by the ground beginning to slightly shake as a loud crash sound was heard. Sentinel looks to his left, seeing a metro crashing into the tour where the High guard was being held. The crowd gasps in shock and worry, thinking it was an accident. All the screens turn off, playing the same video. “

“About what? That I plucked the cogs from your newborn chests? Forced you to mine so that I could pay off the Quintessons and live like a king? None of that matters. Because the truth is what I make it” Sentinel’s voice echoes throughout Iacon. Footage of Sentinel kneeling in front of quintessons, giving over energon to the. Citizens gasp at what they were seeing, the one they trusted was sabotaging them all along.

(Y/n) steps back with an expression of horror and disgust. Sentinel reaches for her, trying to make up an excuse to cover his tracks. He sees as everything he built began falling down, in a blink of an optic.

“Sentinel!”

A voice yells from above. Knockout was just fast enough to pull (Y/n) away to a safer distance. A bot comes crashing in, tackling Sentinel to the ground. Sentinel tries to fly away, but the cybertronian grabs him by the leg and pulls him back down. The mysterious bot raises their arm, shooting Sentinel’s wing with it. The blast carries through and hits one of the tall buildings.

(Y/n) squints her optics, trying to get a good look at Sentinel’s attacker. Their helm shape seemed familiar, along with the silver color of their armor. But she recognises who it was once they turn around to look at her. “D..!?” She yells out in surprise, she realises how much he changed since last she saw him. It has been like 3 cycles, what has happened since then.

Letting go, D-16 turns around to face the femme. She also changed in the time he was gone. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more. His attention was brought to the golden fabric draped over her form, most likely given by Sentinel. Dressed like was an object that he claimed. It disgusted him.

He turns back to the traitor lying pathetically on the ground. He raises his arm cannon, pointing at him. He was about to shoot, when he was pushed aside. “What are you doing?!” He yells, realising it was Orion who pushed him.

“It’s over, D. Everyone in Iacon knows the truth” Orion argues, standing in front of his friend. 

The two go back and forth, tussling with each other. D-16 raises his canon, firing at Sentinel. Orion jumps in front of him, not thinking his friend would actually shoot. It goes straight through it, creating a giant gaping hole in Orion’s shoulder. He falls backwards, almost into a seemingly endless pit. D-16 catches his hand, laying down on the edge.

“Orion!’ (Y/n) calls out, gasping. She tries to rush over to them to help pull the injured mech up. But she was held back by Knockout, she slightly thrashed in his grip. “Hey, let go! I have to help them”.

“No uh, no way” Knockout shook his head, seeming a bit afraid. “No idea who that mech is, but he is way too dangerous” He said, eyeing the view.

Thinking of all that has happened since he met Orion, D-16’s view started to change. He was always the one to get the reckless bot out of trouble, risking his own metal to help him. If Orion was out of the picture, he could finally get rid of Sentinel for once and all. “I’m done saving you” His optics flicker from orange to a fiery red, finally crossing the line. He lets go, letting go of Orion.

“No!” (Y/n) yells, jerking forward. She could only watch as one of her dearest friends fell into oblivion. Then her attention was turned to D-16 fighting the guards that appeared to protect Sentinel. The silver bot easily finishes them off and puts his attention on the crawling bot. 

Grabbing him, D-16 pulls him up into the air. With one strong pull, he tears Sentinel in two, leaving the broken bot to lay on the ground like scrap metal. There was a weird satisfied feeling coursing through her circuits. She didn't notice Knockout had disappeared, probably scared off by his former leader getting ripped apart.

D-16 reaches into Sentinel's chest, ripping Megatronus’ cog out of it. He walks to the edge of the stage, facing the giant crowd of cybertronians. He raises the cog in the air, yelling to those down below “The Age of Primes has ended! No more false prophets! Follow me and you will never again be deceived. RISE UP!”.

The High guard chants “Rise up”, eating every word D-16 yelled. The tall mech continued his speech, “I will lead us all into the future!”. He opens his chassis, removing Onyx prime’s cog and replacing it with Megatronus’. His frame became even larger than before, along with his blasters becoming more stronger. “I…am…Megatron!” He announces, naming himself after his fallen idol.

Chaos erupts as D-16, now known as Megatron and the High guard begin destroying buildings surrounding them. B-127 and Elita-1 tried stopping him but with little success. Like a phoenix coming up from the ashes, Orion Pax or more correctly Optimus prime emerges from the depths of Cybertron’s core. In his chassis was the Matrix of Leadership l, given to him by Primus himself. It enraged Megatron.

The two tumble off the podium, fighting with their new found abilities. From friends to foes, how much can change overnight. It all comes to a stop when Optimus slices Megatron’s cannon with his newly obtained axe. With a heavy spark, Optimus banishes his old friend.

Pushing past him, Megatron limps off. He stops in place, he turns around. He holds his servo out towards…(Y/n). His red optics soften, a stark difference from how he looked at Optimus.

(Y/n) gazes at him, then towards Optimus and finally to Megatron’s servo. Now she had to make a decision, one that would change her life forever.

Take Megatron’s hand or stay by Optimus' side

[vivwritesfics]

His Heart

His heart was hers, to do with as she pleased.

Lando Norris Pirate au

Warnings: death, injury, body parts, pirates?

The ship was still, bathed in moonlight.

She'd watched as the crew stepped off, arms around each other as they sang and cheered. Happy to be back on land, no doubt.

No, she knew that for a fact. Weeks to months at sea, with him as the captain wasn't easy.

He had been the last of them to step off the ship. Not the tallest, but he seemed to tower over them all. The sheer power of him seemed to shrink them all in front of him.

He didn't spot her as he walked past her hiding place. His eyes didn't move over the empty barrel she was hiding behind. He had no idea she was there.

Perfect.

She watched as he disappeared into the tavern. An hour later and he was still in there. He wouldn't come out any time soon, she knew. She knew him too well.

Reaching up, she pulled her necklace from around her neck, snapping the chain. The pendant, the key she had spent so long protecting, guarding, was held in her hands as she rushed towards the ship.

It would have been so easy to sail away with it. To steal back the ship. But she was just one girl. The best damn sailor, able to outrun the fastest ships in nothing but a dingy, but she couldn't sail a pirate ship on her own.

Her boots were silent as she moved across the main deck. Anybody still on deck had to be asleep, she knew. They were no concern of hers. She was going to quick, in and out without a trace.

The door to the captains cabin was locked. Fuck. Pulling her dagger from boot, she jammed it into the keyhole. But it did nothing. No matter how she moved the dagger, the lock just wouldn't pop open.

Fuck.

Swallowed, she shoved her dagger back into her boot and stepped back. Just a few good kicks and the door would pop open, surely. If anybody still on board came to stop her, she would dispose of them quickly.

Four kicks and the door flew open. Nobody had come to stop her, nobody was on board. Just her, about to get everything she wanted.

The captains cabin. She had been in there so many times, laying on the bed beside him, reading the few books he had picked up in the few sweet, seaside towns they stopped off in. Life had been simpler then, happier.

His desk was pushed against the windows. She spared a look around, looked towards the tavern at the top of the hill, before venturing forward. In the desk, it had to be in the desk.

Pulling open the drawers, she searched through them. It had to be there; it couldn't be anywhere else.

Hidden beneath parchment paper filled with his chicken scratch, she found it. The chest, too small to hold gold of any real value. What it held was worth more than gold. She could hear it, the beating of the drums, could feel the pulsing on her fingertips.

Her grip on the key tightened.

"You're not meant to be here."

She stilled, back straightening. All she had to do was open the chest, and he would be hers, under her complete control.

She listened as he drew his sword.

Placing the chest on the desk, she shoved the key into her pocket and turned around.

"Hey, Lan."

Eyes wide, Captain Lando Norris damn near dropped his sword. He lowered it and took a few steps closer. "Baby," he breathed, reaching for her. "You-you're alive!"

Throwing his sword onto his bed, he rushed towards her. He wrapped his arms around her, eyes shut as he tried to hold her close.

Big mistake.

Lifting her leg, she freed her dagger from her boot and swiped it upwards. The blade hit his cheek, drawing blood.

With a gasp, Lando stumbling back. "Angel," he managed, holding his cheek as he looked at her. "What're you doing?"

She grabbed the chest from the desk and held her dagger towards him. The thing in the box beat quicker, like a marching band in the room.

As soon as Lando saw the chest in her hand, he grabbed his sword. He stepped back, blooding her only exit from the room. "What're you doing?"

For the first time since they met, he raised his sword to her. But he was trembling, the sword shaking in his hands.

"You don't want to do this, Lando," she said sweetly and moved her sword to the chest. The beating grew faster and louder.

"I'll do what I have to."

He swung first, but she blocked. If she was anybody else, he would have killed her already. Struck her down and taken the chest back from her. "Do you have any idea what you're holding?" He called. None of his blows were meant to hurt her, just meant to keep her busy.

"Something that can free my mother!" She cried, teeth clenched as she tried to get in hits of her own.

But there was a reason Captain Lando Norris was the best of the best.

"Is that what he told you?"

Her dagger was useless, the metal chipping away, the daggers edge become serrated every time he hit it with his sword.

Lando hit the dagger from her hands. Before she could dive for her weapon, his sword sat under her chin. Just rested there, a warning. With each step he took forward, she stepped back. Stepping back until she hit the desk, until she could go no further.

"Don't."

She couldn't stop the way her voice shook.

Bringing the desk in front of her, she tried to be as threatening as she could. But Lando had all of the power, now. She was used to giving him the power, but not like this.

"Open it," he whispered.

It was like she had no control over her body as she pulled the key from her pocket. She pushed it into the lock of the chest and opened it.

The beating became louder.

It didn't look how she thought it would. It wasn't two overlapping ovals, the bottom of them becoming a point. No, it had valves and veins, trying to pump blood that wasn't there.

Her breath shook as she reached into the chest and pulled it out. Landos eyes shut and he dropped his sword. "My heart, baby," he whispered. He brought his fingers up to trace over her jaw.

The wooden chest fell from her hands as she reached out to touch him. Her hand slipped beneath his shirt, felt his chest. His heart should have been beating beneath her fingertips, but it was in her hand.

"My heart can't free your mother," he whispered as he closed her fingers around it. "But its yours, to do with what you want."

His heart, in the palm of her hands. It was so delicate, beating so steadily. Hers. It was hers.

When she squeezed it, he groaned, eyes squeezing shut. But she released it and Lando breathed. "Pick up the chest," she whispered and he obeyed. He picked up the chest from the floor and she carefully placed the heart inside. Like placing a baby in their cradle.

Closing the lid, she locked the chest and placed it on his desk. The key was still in her hands. Her heart. She could have picked up her dagger, unlocked the chest and stabbed into it. It was hers, to do with what she wanted.

Instead, she looked into his eyes. "Lando." She stepped as close to him as she could get, her chest pressed against his own. "Why is your heart in a..."

But she couldn't bring herself to finish her question.

A breath left his lips as he sat on his bed. He looked like the man she loved now, just a little more tired. "I thought I'd lost you," he said quietly, his hands in his lap. But he picked at his dirty nails and the skin around them. "I thought you were dead and I couldn't take it. I did whatever I could to bring you back. A deal with a witch went wrong and my men and I were cursed. My heart removed, for me to live forever with how broken it is. Unable to leave you behind, unable to join you in death."

Her hands found his cheeks, held his jaw. "I didn't die, Lando," she whispered, climbing into his lap. "I'm here. I'm real."

His hands settled on her hips. "That's why my heart is yours."

Lip pulled between her teeth, she glanced at the chest. His heart was hers, to do with as she pleased. He was hers, to do with as she pleased.

He was hers.

Suddenly, she pulled away from him. He watched her carefully as she looked around the room. The room she used to love him in.

The chest. It would have been so easy to swipe it and run. So that was exactly what she did.

"I'm sorry," she said as she picked up her dagger. Lando furrowed his brows. But, seconds later, she had grabbed his chest and ran out of the room.

Lando roared her name as she ran, but she had disappeared.

The love of his life, gone. And she had his heart.

Do we want a series?

[luvfae]

POSSESSION, NOT LOVE

summary: thanos doesn’t love you, he owns you.

parings: thanos/subong x f!reader

warnings: swearing, public sex, nam-gyu literally watching you get fingered, toxic thanos

Thanos didn’t love you. He owned you.

It was in the way he dressed you, in silk and lace, in skirts that barely covered anything, in heels so high they made your legs look endless. It was in the way he made sure the world saw you—perched on his lap at parties, clinging to his arm at events, sitting pretty and obedient at his feet like a prized possession.

And everyone wanted you. That was the point.

Thanos liked knowing that men looked at you and knew they couldn’t have you. That no matter how hard they stared, how much they wanted, you belonged to him.

Tonight was no different.

The private lounge was filled with cigarette smoke, low music thrumming through the walls. Thanos and Nam-Gyu lounged on the velvet couch, drinks in hand, the conversation low and lazy. And you? You were seated between Thanos’ legs, perched on the edge of his lap, his arm draped over your waist like a collar.

Your dress was obscene—tiny and delicate, thin straps barely holding it up. You had no say in what you wore. Thanos had picked it himself, had slid the fabric over your body with his own hands before bringing you here.

His friends had stared when you walked in. They always did.

And Thanos had smirked, satisfied, fingers tracing idle circles on your bare thigh.

“Fuck, man,” Nam-Gyu chuckled, exhaling smoke, his eyes raking down your body like you weren’t even there, like you were nothing more than a pretty thing to be admired. “You really keep her looking nice, huh?”

Thanos smirked, his fingers trailing higher, brushing under the hem of your dress. “Of course I do,” he murmured, his voice low in your ear. “She’s mine.”

Nam-Gyu hummed in approval, swirling his drink. He had seen Thanos show you off before, had watched him parade you around like a trophy.

But he had never seen this.

Never seen Thanos’ fingers slide between your legs, parting them ever so slightly, his palm pressing flat against the soft lace of your panties.

Your breath hitched.

Nam-Gyu’s gaze sharpened, but he said nothing.

Thanos just smirked, his fingers pressing down, the heat of his palm burning through the thin fabric.

You shot him a look—one that was equal parts warning and plea—but he ignored it, his eyes dark and dangerous.

“What?” he murmured, dragging his lips over your ear, his fingers pressing harder, rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clothed heat. “You embarrassed, baby?”

Your cheeks burned.

Not because you were embarrassed.

But because Nam-Gyu was watching.

And Thanos knew.

That was why he was doing this.

Because he wanted his best friend to watch.

He wanted Nam-Gyu to see how good you were for him, how well you took whatever he gave, how you sat there, shaking in his lap, letting him do whatever the fuck he wanted.

Nam-Gyu’s tongue flicked over his teeth, his gaze flickering between you and Thanos, like he was debating whether or not to say something.

Thanos just chuckled, fingers pushing aside the thin lace of your panties, sliding lower, feeling how fucking wet you were.

“Look at that,” he murmured, more to Nam-Gyu than to you, his fingers teasing along your folds. “She likes it.”

Nam-Gyu exhaled sharply, shifting in his seat.

You squeezed your thighs together, but Thanos clicked his tongue, forcing them apart again.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” he murmured, his fingers slipping inside you with ease. “Let him watch.”

You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood.

Nam-Gyu was watching, his jaw tight, his grip firm around his glass. He wasn’t saying a damn word.

But he wasn’t looking away, either.

And Thanos loved it.

Loved that Nam-Gyu was staring, loved that he could see the way you trembled under his touch, the way your hips twitched, desperate for more even as your face burned with shame.

His fingers curled inside you, pressing against that spot that made you gasp, your nails digging into his arm.

He grinned against your cheek.

“Maybe next time, I’ll let him touch you too.”

Your breath hitched, eyes going wide, but before you could say anything, Thanos pressed his fingers deep inside you, stealing your voice, your breath, your fucking sanity.

Nam-Gyu exhaled, finishing his drink.

But he didn’t leave.

And Thanos didn’t stop.

You clutched Thanos’ wrist, your fingers weak against his strength as he worked you open, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. His fingers curled inside you, teasing, pressing just right, and despite yourself, despite the humiliation burning through your veins, a soft, breathy moan slipped from your lips.

Thanos chuckled. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “Don’t hold back. Let him hear how good I make you feel.”

Your breath hitched, thighs trembling. “Thanos, please—”

“Please, what?” he cooed, twisting his wrist, fingers scissoring inside you, stretching you, making your head fall back against his shoulder. “You want me to stop?”

Yes. You should. You should want that.

But your body betrayed you, hips rolling instinctively against his hand, desperate and wanting, chasing the friction he was so cruelly teasing you with.

Thanos smirked against your ear. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

His thumb found your clit, pressing down just right, and you whimpered, your body jolting in his lap. You barely even noticed Nam-Gyu anymore, barely remembered where you were, lost in the heat of Thanos’ touch, in the way he played your body like he owned it.

Like he owned you.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his free hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to face him, forcing you to see just how fucking wrecked you already were. Your eyes were hazy, lips parted, chest heaving. Pathetic. “So pretty when you’re falling apart for me.”

You whimpered again, hands gripping at his thigh, nails digging in, desperate for something—anything—to ground you.

Nam-Gyu exhaled sharply, shifting in his seat. “She’s gonna cum,” he muttered, his voice rough, dark with something you didn’t want to think about.

Thanos grinned, his fingers pressing deeper, his pace quickening. “You hear that, baby?” he teased, his lips dragging over your jaw, down the column of your throat. “Even my best friend knows you’re about to lose it. You gonna be good and cum for me?”

Your breath came in shallow gasps, every nerve ending in your body singing, your stomach tightening, your muscles clenching, heat coiling tighter and tighter—

“Thanos,” you choked, your voice barely a whisper, barely a plea.

He hummed. “Say it louder.”

You swallowed hard, your head tilting back against his shoulder, your body arching against him, desperate for more.

“Thanos—fuck, I’m gonna—”

He pressed down harder on your clit, his fingers curling deep, and you shattered, your moan breaking into a sharp cry, your body jerking in his lap as the orgasm tore through you.

He groaned, feeling you clamp down around his fingers, soaking them. “Good girl,” he murmured, slowing his movements, working you through it, milking every last second of your pleasure.

You sagged against him, boneless, dazed, panting.

Nam-Gyu let out a low breath.

Only then did it hit you.

You weren’t alone.

Your eyes snapped open, horror washing over you as you met Nam-Gyu’s dark stare. He licked his lips, shaking his head slightly, but he didn’t look away.

Shame clawed up your throat, your entire body burning, mortification setting in all at once.

Thanos smirked, satisfied, pulling his fingers from you, wiping them on your thigh. “See, baby?” he murmured, nipping at your ear. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. You were fucking beautiful.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to sit up, to move, to breathe.

Thanos caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.

His eyes burned with possession.

With triumph.

With the knowledge that he had just made you fall apart in front of his best friend, that he had stripped you down, reduced you to nothing but his.

You wanted to scream.

You wanted to run.

But you just sat there, letting him own you.

Until you felt the bile rise to your throat.

You barely made it to the bathroom before your stomach lurched.

The door slammed behind you, the bass from the club still thrumming through the walls, but all you could hear was the sickening sound of your own ragged breaths as you collapsed in front of the toilet, heaving until there was nothing left.

Your body shook, knees digging into the cold tiles. Shame burned through you, hot and acidic, curling in your gut like poison.

What the fuck had just happened?

Your fingers trembled as you wiped your mouth, your whole body numb, mind racing. The air felt too thick, pressing down on you as you slowly forced yourself to your feet, staggering towards the sink.

The mirror stared back at you.

You almost didn’t recognize yourself.

Your skin was flushed, lips swollen, mascara smudged beneath your eyes. Your dress—his dress—was rumpled, barely covering anything, the thin straps slipping down your shoulders, your thighs still sticky with the evidence of what he had done to you in that fucking lounge.

In front of Nam-Gyu.

A fresh wave of nausea rolled through you.

You gripped the edges of the sink, breathing hard, trying to steady yourself, but nothing could stop the self-disgust from sinking its claws into your chest.

How had it come to this?

When had you become this girl?

The girl who let herself be put on display like a fucking prize. The girl who let Thanos own her, parade her around like a toy for his friends to gawk at.

The girl who let him fingerfuck her in public like she wasn’t even a real fucking person.

Tears burned at the edges of your eyes, but you forced them down.

You weren’t going to cry.

Not over him.

Not over this.

But god, you felt so fucking dirty. So exposed.

And the worst part?

Your body was still humming from his touch.

Even now, standing here, sick and shaking, you could still feel him. The weight of his hands on your thighs, the smug rasp of his voice in your ear. Let him watch.

You squeezed your eyes shut, swallowing down the bile that threatened to rise again.

This wasn’t love.

It never had been.

This was possession.

And you had let him claim you.

[pinkthxt]

ExHusband!Simon Riley and a latte

masterlist ⋆.˚

“Coffee looks as bitter as yer piss”

“How the fuck do you know what my piss looks like?”

Soap choked on the coffee he was sipping, hastily setting the white porcelain mug down with a soft clink. He coughed into his fist, scowling. “Ass,” he grumbled before turning his attention back to the newspaper in his hands. Really, who even reads newspapers in this day and age?

Simon had ordered a black coffee. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t right either. No one made it the way his ex-wife did. She knew the perfect ratio of cream and sugar, down to the last grain. Now, it was always too bitter or too weak. Nothing in between.

“Get another coffee. That shit looks like tar,” Soap muttered, setting the newspaper down and eyeing the sludge in Simon’s mug.

Simon didn’t react right away. He simply exhaled through his nose before slipping a hand into his jacket pocket. The leather of his wallet was worn, creased at the edges. He flipped it open and pulled out a ten-dollar bill, holding it toward Simon.

His patience thinned. “I’m not a fuckin’ charity case, John—”

“Get one of them fancy lattes. Maybe that’ll take yer mind off yer issues,” Soap interrupted, tossing the bill onto the table with a flick of his wrist. He picked up the newspaper again, leaving no room for argument.

Simon scoffed under his breath, rolling his eyes as he stood. The weight of his balaclava felt suffocating against his skin, but he adjusted it anyway before making his way to the counter.

The coffee shop felt smaller all of a sudden. The murmur of conversation blended with the whir of the espresso machine, the clatter of mugs, the sharp hiss of steamed milk. He inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the way his stomach twisted.

“Regular? Uh, we have a wide variety! Vanilla, caramel—”

Simon didn’t let the barista finish. “Vanilla crap, sure.”

The kid at the register nodded hastily, fingers fumbling over the buttons. He looked like he wanted to say something else but thought better of it.

“Name for your o—”

“Riley.”

Simon moved to the “Pick up here!” sign and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. His gaze flickered around the shop, cataloging every little detail. The smell of freshly ground coffee beans, the sound of ice clinking in plastic cups, the faint hum of indie music playing over the speakers.

Then—something shifted.

His breath hitched, though he wasn’t sure why. His eyes locked onto the wooden menu board, but he wasn’t reading it. A sharp pressure bloomed in his chest, creeping up his throat like vines wrapping around his ribs.

His fingers twitched at his sides.

It was subtle at first. The clenching of his jaw, the stiffness in his shoulders. But then, the feeling grew, like a fist tightening around his lungs. He blinked, forcing himself to breathe, but it was too shallow—too fast.

Why the fuck was it so loud in here?

The barista’s voice cut through the static.

“Sir, your latte is done…”

Simon inhaled sharply, like he had been drowning and just broke the surface. He coughed, gripping the edge of the counter to steady himself before swiping the cup from the barista’s hands. His knuckles were white. His palms, clammy.

His feet carried him back to the table without thinking. He placed the mug in front of him with more force than necessary, fingers still curled too tightly around the cup.

John lifted a brow, eyes scanning his face.

“Yer look like shit. The hell did you do, go to war at the counter?”

Simon didn’t answer right away. He stared at the latte, the steam curling upward, vanishing into the air.

“I need to go home.”

John’s expression darkened. “I just got you out of her fuckin’ cot. Don’t tell me you’re itching to go ba—”

“I Need. To go. Home— to her..”

A/N ⋆˚࿔ gotta say, I’m on a roll — love you all!

[shellevisionfan]

Shellevision concept pt 4 pt 1

Wow I just keep leaving off on sad cliff hangers huh? Right feelings at the wrong time i guess.

(It's short soorryy)

Tisha was waiting at the elevator with the other toons, every once in a..second, she checked the time on her pocket watch. Ten minutes had passed since the two went off to go get Vee along with finishing the last machine and she was getting increasingly worried by very second that passed by.

Tisha trusted Shelly, she's her best friend, but...she couldnt help herself to overthink and imagine the worst out comes, the possiblity of any of her friends getting hurt devastated her. But she swore if Shelly got killed down here all because of that wanna be show-host, she'd give Vee a peice of her mind with a taste of her feather-duster as the main course.

Than out of a blind spot in her vision, she felt a clawed hand be placed on her shoulder, it startled her making her yelp and out of a fight or flight reaction smacked whatever had touched her with her feather-duster. But as she had turned...

It was just Goob, with his already fluffy face too he didn't even feel a thing from the duster, and just had a face full of feathers, Goob tilted his head in confusion "..uh Tisha?" muttered a muffled Goob.

"OH MY GOODNESS!" Tisha shouted as she quickly got her duster out of his face, she picked a feather out of his fur as well before looking at him with a stern expression. "..G-Goob! what did I say about sneaking up on me?"

Goob pondered as his googley eyes drooped slightly to the side as he scratched his head, as his dopey smile grew on his face. "Well I guess uh--to not sneak up on you..??"

Tisha's expression furrowed as she put her feather-duster away. "...yes Goob, I did" Tisha confirmed.

"oh! well..oops! hehe! sorrryy!" Goob apologized as he scratched his cheek bashfully. He than saw how Tisha went back to looking at her watch and he than frowned "..h-hey..I uh didn't mean to startle you though..I just noticed you looked like you maybe needed a hug right now!"

Tisha looked up from her watch a bit confused and than her expression slightly softened as she looked to Goob. "..you..could tell I'm..tense about Shelly and Brightney couldn't you..?" Tisha asked

Goob nodded with slight concern, leading to Tisha sighing, and she scratched the back of her head. "...well, I suppose I could use a hug, you do give out good ones anyway.." Tisha smiled a little at Goob, which than made a big smile grow on his face in return.

Wrapping his long arms around Tisha, he pulled her in for one of his famous hugs, not squeezing too tight but was just snug enough to calm any toon down.

Tisha was glad for this sudden relief, honestly she was worrying for nothing after all, Shelly was extremely capable and could handle anything that was thrown at her, it was just Tishas own worried state that blinded her of that.

Goob soon let go afterward, knowing Tisha didn't like close contact for too long, in return got him a little pat on the head from Tisha, making him happy he made her feel a little better. But just as it felt like everything was calm, the sudden glow of a familiar light came visible from around the corner, along with a smaller flickery glow of green.

It was Brightney and Vee! The lamp was still holding her up from falling over by keeping her arm around her, and some of the other toons were kinda shocked to see Vee in such a messed up state, not seeing her looking dapper and all put together was so strange, the sight even made Tisha feel an inkling of sympathy for the television.

"...D-Does anyone have a bandaid??" Brightney asked desperately as she gestured toward the other toons, all of them looked around eachother as a lot of them just had other items that weren't health related.

"Oh! I do! I do!" shouted a delighted Goob, he waddled up to Brightney and Vee, digging into his overalls pockets as he pulled out gumballs, soda, and lint for some reason...then with a sparkle in his eye, he took out a bandaid box from his front pocket, smiling widely he hands it over to Brightney, a wave of relief washes over the lamp at the sight of such an item

"...Oh thank goodness..your a life saver Goob!" Brightney cheered, as she held the bandaid box, she than gestures it toward Vee, but the television only glanced at it, more of her blood just dripped down the cracks of her screen, Brightney's expression wilted and she presses the bandaids against Vee's chest.

"..Vee..c'mon..." Brightney gently encouraged "...you need to get healed..you're a mess.." she opens the box and takes out a bandaid herself and tries to put it on Vee's screen but Vee covers her screen and pushes the box back at Brightney.

"...n-no..I don't deserve i-it.." Vee declined with a still glitchy voice, this sight was bizzare, what the hell happened out there? Brightney furrowed her eyebrows as she wasn't going to give up. "Vee! don't talk like that! you deserve this just as much as any else does! now c'mon!--" she tried again to put the bandaid on Vee, but the television wasn't having it.

Vee swiftly took the bandaid from her fingers and put it on Brightney instead, healing her of her wounds from Razzle and Dazzle from earlier. This shocked everyone including Brightney as tears swelled up in her eyes and she covered her mouth in shock.

"...V-Vee.." Brightney muttered "you didn't have to.." Tisha than walks over to the two, and grabs Vee by her cropped suit jacket pulling her down.

"..What in the bloody hell is going on?! If I know you Vee--you would never miss a chance at gettin, back to your tip-top self!" Tisha declared, startling Vee because of her own sensors being too sensitive at the moment, Tisha than let go of Vee and her demeanor changes to be a lot more concerned as she crossed her arms.

"..so...something clearly happened out there, well..beyond all that..I mean" Tisha said motioning up at Vee's screen, all the way to her messed up clothes, in return Vee looked at her with squinted eyes out of offense. Brightney rested one of her hands down and fixed her glasses with the other, she than placed her hand on Tisha's shoulder. "...Tisha..I don't think it's the best time to--"

"S-Shelly and I had a fight" Vee interupted Brightney bluntly, as her hands clenched into fists. "...she assigned that she d-doesn't want to associate herself with me any-anymore..which..I don't blame her f-f..for.."

Tisha's eyes widened a little, surprised with all that has happened today had gotten to that level, to the degree that Shelly would actually yell at Vee, to cut things off.

"...o-oh.." Tisha muttered, looking away from Vee as she didnt know what to feel about this information.

Vee squinted at Tisha and stepped a bit forward to her. "...oh..?" Vee asked confused.

"..i-is that all you have to say? no lecturing? no c-celebration?? Shelly hates me Tisha!--out of any toon i'd think yo-you'd enjoy seeing me in shambles like this!"

Vee shouted as her screen glitched and she tapped at Tishas cravat, but swiftly Tisha grabbed Vees hand and toss it the side.

"Alright. No!--who the hell do you think I am Verson 1?! I'm not some vindictive toon searching for your downfall, we may not get a long but I have a heart y'know!" Tisha shouts as pointed at herself and than fixed her tie.

"..So no! I'm not going to lecture you--or celebrate over you..--having a bad day! Honestly adding up to how your acting it sounds like you just want me to make you feel worse!!--..." Tisha stops herself as her eyebrows furrowed, she looked down a little and than back Vee.

"...god..you want me to make you feel worse don't you?" Tisha asked in a more soft tone as she hesiantly reached out to Vee.

Vee's demeanor changes, she was trying to put on a strong persona, to be mad at someone else, but she just couldn't, the only toon she could be mad at was herself. She crumbled and fell to her knees,, digitial tears wept from her eyes as her blood dripped down onto the stone floor, symbolizing it even more, she felt pathetic.

"..Vee.." Brightney uttered as put her hand on her shoulder. Vee just covered her screen with her hands, the buzz of her electronics inside her head filled her mind again as the sounds of Brightney and Tisha conversing fell silent.

She hated this, why was she so cruel? Why does she only hurt those she cares about? Why couldn't she just be like everyone else? Why?

Why wasn't she just left behind?

...

Shelly was stagnant at the last machine, every few minutes she'd sooorrtaa crank the value, but even before a skill check came up she would stop, her hands shook, she had her goggles down. She was trying to focus but she just couldn't, Vee was just so darn confusing today, first she was ignoring her, than she yelled at her, and than...the memory of Vee looking at her with such emotion in her eyes and that moment of them embracing filled her mind.

Shelly harshly cranked the value a little too hard at that thought but clenched her fingers around it to steady it again, Shelly lifted her goggle up from her eyes as they had tears in them. She wiped them away with the back of her palm, but she still whimpered and put her face into her hand.

Was this what it was like to finally put her foot down with someone? Cause if it was, why did it have to be with Vee of all toons? Was it supposed to feel good?? She was her closest friend since the beginning of GardenView! But...she was pretty mean today, and..messing with her head a lot so..maybe it was good that she stood up to her? Karma caught up to her?

Dammit--but then why did it hurt to yell at Vee like that? Its always good to get ones feelings out but--...as Shelly reflects, the look Vee had on her face when she told her all those things, the way her voice sounded, it was something she'd never seen or heard before from Vee, not ever.

Was..was she heartbroken?

Shellvision concept pt 1

To first declare, I don't really see shellvision as toxic honestly and if its perceived that way, there is a simple way to not steer into it being written like that.

(i am not a professional so give me some slack)

like i think its more of a slowburn with a tiny bit of one sided ness, possiblities for PROPER angst, and a good conclusion with both characters, with it all starting with the fact of vee and shelly of course being friends but not exactly being the closest, at least by vees own perspective...they sorta have their own clicks outside of their 'main' friend group! so i'd think vee doesn't really go out of her way to talk to shelly unless shelly talks to her or their own paths intertwine with one anothers like when in the elevator.

(more below)

shelly on the other hand goes out of her way to interact with everyone! even vee! as she sees vee as her closest friend next to of course astro, sprout, tisha etc...

now shelly does have a crush on vee, and is pretty obvious about it, but doesn't think she is really, out of anything shelly isn't obessive...she wants to support and show how much she loves her friends, she just developed a bigger feeling around vee since well, shelly finds her confidence aspiring and her straight forward and blunt personality to be charming! she is a gameshow host after all!...plus she can't really deny that she does think that vee is really pretty.

but i think shelly wanting to not put her own feelings over anothers, would try to not be so obvious with these feelings...but because shelly being shelly, she honestly can be a bit much and be overly affectionate...which leads to her accidently being too obvious about her feelings toward vee.

and you'd think that would lead to vee knowing that shelly likes her but, i kinda think out of anything, vee should be oblivious to all this since she'd be used to shelly acting like this or at least see this as a normal thing shelly does, vee is used to everyone behavior.

shes a robot, so logically she'd think shelly acting like this is normal, since its normal for her to be affectionate and supportive, its postive traits for anyone to have and shelly acting any different wouldnt make much sense, so she wouldn't look past that and just enjoy the praise and support that shelly gives her, since vee does seem to be a kinda gal to have a little bit of an ego...

eventually though...since vee isn't stupid, would sort of have a moment where she may notice shellys actions being different compared to how she is with everyone else, how more excited she is around her, more talkative, more quick to stumble on her words, more...flustered.

vee isn't used to this, confused by this actually...and for a bit would be stumpted on what was going on with shelly, maybe even go to sprout about it, asking if he could check on her possibly. which where sprout would question her on what could be wrong with shelly of all people.

leading to vee explaining things to sprout, and with all the info handed to him, he'd proubly be looking at vee with this sort of slowly realization on that the fact that first, shelly totally has a crush on vee and second, vee absolutely doesnt know and thinks her behavior is her being sick or whatever, i do think sprout wouldn't sugar coat it and would say that it sounds like shelly likes her, and vee would at first respond with her agreeing but would firmly ask who doesn't like her though, with sprout quick to interupt and say no, not that shelly likes her, that shelly like likes her, that shes crushing on her--ROMANTICALLY.

vee would be kinda fazed by this, shelly likes her? like THAT??? why? why her of all people? they weren't even that close and...

she was more stumpted than before, she's never had someone she considered a friend like her like this before, or even on her own case, has had feelings like that toward another if she were to be honest.

vee didn't know what to do, what to say...she's never felt so..out of control before, so out of the loop, she should've known about this, but...with shelly being just so nice and kind, that being the norm, she really must of brushed it off, which with that conclusion made her feel embaressed with herself.

but after this, i think vee would be in heavy denial, leading to her kinda trying to avoid shelly, maybe to clear things up in her head, shes just suspecting things, shelly isn't in love with her, theres no way she wouldnt of known about her liking her so it isnt true, but with vee actively trying to avoid shelly...

leads to shelly feeling quite ignored, and..very confused...

shelly knew vee could be stand offish at times, especially when shes upset or frustrated, but...for her to avoid her like she was the plague made her feel like she maybe did something wrong, and shelly being shelly, would make it be her mission to apologize to vee when the opportunity came to it...which that opportunity comes along on a very special run.

[insomniac4000]

Light in the Dark-ChrisMD

Chris's usually confident big achiever girlfriend starts to spiral down. Chris is there.

Depression symptoms throughout- this is a little self indulgent as my head space is not good right now.

Y/N had built her life on movement. Planes, trains, boats—if it could take her somewhere new, she’d been on it. She was the girl who trekked through the Amazon on her gap year, bungee-jumped off bridges in New Zealand, and hiked through Patagonia, camera in hand, breathless with laughter. Even her work was related to travel, she started off as cabin crew before spending a year in China teaching English as a second language. Soon the age of twenty five came and while she was still young there was a part of her that yearned to have a base so she was off to London but still, as a sales representative for a big international company she still got to do what she loved. Those who knew her always called her strong, life was filled with exciting moments and adventure, she loved a challenge, and she was a joy. Everyone however had their secrets.

But now, she sat on her couch, staring at the blank screen in front of her.

Her laptop screen dimmed from inactivity, and she made no move to wake it. The words wouldn’t come. The ideas that used to flow so effortlessly had dried up, leaving her empty. The presentation usually came quickly, formatting was a breeze, never boring she always lived her breathed the topics she spoke about now there was only pure emptiness. She should have responded to her emails, planned her next meeting, wrote something, anything. Instead, her phone sat face-down on the table, vibrating occasionally with messages she couldn’t bring herself to read no one was meant to see her like this.

She closed her eyes and exhaled. The air felt heavy, like breathing in water.

Y/N stood on the rooftop of a hotel in Tokyo, wind whipping her auburn curls around her face. She grinned into the camera, holding it at arm’s length.

“So they want to open the account immediately, I’ve already drafted the initial paperwork but I will send it over to you to check?” Y/N said to her boss, it was only a month ago, this account was huge and she was so excited to get it.

“What would I do without you?”

Well right now he was going to have to try as, she couldn’t even imagine even opening her mouth to speak.

Y/N pushed back the meeting schedule. Just a week, she told herself. She needed more time to get the details right.

Then another week. Then another.

Her friends noticed first, well actually it was Chris’s friends, which seemed to cement her idea that her friends didn’t care. They did, they just assumed she was away again.

“You okay,?” George asked over voice chat. “Haven’t seen you in a bit.”

“Yeah, yeah, just busy,” she replied, forcing her voice to sound light.

Will chimed in. “You ghosting us, or what?”

She laughed. “Of course not. Just catching up on work.”

Lies. The presentation still sat untouched. The pressure built in her chest like a weight pressing down, harder and harder, but she couldn’t move. Couldn’t write. Couldn’t sell. Couldn’t be the person they all expected.

She was failing.

She stopped replying to messages. Stopped picking up FaceTime calls.

Even Chris, who she talked to nearly every day, got nothing but short replies.

Chris: Are you free for lunch? Y/N: Busy. Chris: Everything okay? Y/N: Fine.

She wasn’t fine. But what was she supposed to say? That she felt like a fraud? That every achievement, every milestone, every person she signed up to the company, none of it felt real anymore?

That she wasn’t sure if she even deserved any of it?

So she stopped talking.

Chris showed up at her door.

She didn’t answer at first. Just stared at the screen as his name flashed under the doorbell camera. He knocked again, then texted: I know you’re in there.

She should have ignored it. Should have let him walk away.

Instead, she opened the door.

Chris frowned the moment he saw her. “Y/N.”

She knew what he was seeing. The unwashed hoodie she’d been living in. The dark circles under her eyes. The exhaustion etched into her face.

“Are you sick?” he asked.

“No.”

“Have you eaten today?”

She hesitated. His expression softened. “Can I come in?”

She didn’t answer, just stepped aside.

Chris entered without another word, moving to the kitchen like he belonged there. He opened the fridge, frowned at its near-empty shelves, then started making tea.

Y/N sat at the table, staring at the grain of the wood.

Finally, Chris placed a mug in front of her and sat across from her. He didn’t ask anything. Didn’t push. Just sat there.

She should have said something. Maybe thanked him. Maybe lied and said she was okay.

Instead, she wrapped her hands around the mug and whispered, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Chris didn’t react right away. He let the words settle, like he knew how hard they were to say.

Then he spoke, quiet and steady. “Nothing’s wrong with you, my darling.”

She huffed a humourless laugh. “Doesn’t feel that way.”

Chris leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You know I am here for you.”

Y/N didn’t get better overnight.

She still struggled to open her laptop. Still flinched when a message came through. Some days, getting out of bed felt impossible.

But Chris stayed.

He didn’t push her to work. Didn’t tell her to "snap out of it" or "just be positive." Instead, he showed up.

He brought her food when she forgot to eat. Watched movies with her in comfortable silence. Walked with her when the walls of her flat felt too small.

When she broke down one night, confessing that she felt like she was failing everyone, her audience, her clients, most of all him he just held her, murmuring, “You’re not failing anyone. You’re allowed to feel this way.”

She still didn’t believe it. Not entirely. But for the first time in weeks, she didn’t feel completely alone.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now. But that small glimmer of hope faded, she dropped and she couldn’t feel herself slipping. All Chris knew was that he had the next ready to catch her.

Y/N didn’t remember the exact moment when the sadness became unbearable.

It wasn’t one big event. It was everything the exhaustion, the pressure, the relentless voice in her head telling her she was a failure. It built and built until one night, it broke her.

She was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, knees drawn to her chest, her hands gripping her own arms so tightly they ached. The room was dark except for the glow of her phone screen, which was filled with missed messages. Her breathing was uneven, her chest tight.

Then, without warning, she started to cry.

Not quiet tears. Not the kind of crying that could be wiped away and ignored. This was the kind that stole her breath, made her body shake, made her feel like she was drowning.

Chris found her like that.

She barely registered the sound of her front door opening. He had a key now; she wasn’t even sure when she’d given it to him, but he used it without hesitation.

She flinched when he crouched in front of her, his voice low and gentle. “Y/N.”

She shook her head, gripping her arms tighter. “I can’t—Chris, I can’t—”

Her throat burned, her words coming out in sobs. Chris didn’t say anything else. He just sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him.

She let herself fall into him, burying her face against his chest. His hoodie smelled like rain and something warm, something safe.

“I’m here,” he murmured.

She didn’t know how long they sat there. Time didn’t make sense anymore. Nothing made sense anymore.

The next wave wasn’t sadness, it was anger.

Y/N had always prided herself on her independence. She was the one who figured things out, who got things done. Now, she could barely respond to an email, let alone film a video.

One morning, Chris came over to find her sitting on the couch, staring at her laptop with an untouched cup of tea beside her.

“Any luck?” he asked, careful.

Y/N’s jaw tightened. “No.”

Chris hesitated. “Want to take a break? Go for a walk?”

Something inside her snapped.

“A walk isn’t going to fix this, Chris!” she snapped, slamming the laptop shut. “Nothing is going to fix this!”

Chris didn’t flinch. He didn’t leave. He just watched her, his expression unreadable.

“I know,” he said quietly. “And I’m not trying to fix it.”

His calmness made her even angrier.

“Then what are you doing here?” she demanded. “You’re wasting your time! I’m useless right now. I can’t do anything. I don’t even know why I—”

Her voice cracked. The rage crumbled beneath the weight of exhaustion, of frustration, of shame.

Chris exhaled and sat on the couch beside her, close but not touching.

“You’re not useless,” he said. “You’re struggling. That’s not the same thing.”

She looked away. “It feels the same.”

Chris didn’t argue. He just reached for her hand, threading his fingers through hers.

She wanted to pull away. But she didn’t.

Some days, Y/N felt nothing.

No sadness, no anger, just an empty, hollow void. She’d wake up, stare at the ceiling for an hour, then drag herself to the couch and stay there.

Chris noticed.

One evening, he sat beside her, stretching out his legs. “Wanna watch something?”

She shrugged.

He put on a random episode of The Inbetweeners. It played. She barely watched.

But he stayed.

Another day, he brought her favourite food. She picked at it but barely ate.

He didn’t push.

She didn’t understand how he had the patience. Anyone else would have given up by now.

But not Chris. He knew what it was like, he knew what it felt like to have the weight of the world on his shoulders, it happened to him so much his brain wouldn’t switch off either, his brain constantly told him something bad was going to happen to him. He knew what had helped him but he also knew his love wasn’t in the position to hear it right now, the last thing he wanted to do was to push her away so he waited for the right moment, however long it was going to take.

One night, as they lay in silence, she whispered, “You don’t have to do this.”

Chris turned his head, looking at her in the dim light. “Do what?”

“Sit here. Deal with this.”

His brows furrowed. “You’re not something to be ‘dealt with,’ Y/N.”

She exhaled sharply, looking away. “I’m not exactly fun to be around right now.”

He was quiet for a long moment. Then, in a voice so soft it almost broke her:

“I don’t care about fun. I care about you.”

Her throat tightened.

She wanted to believe him.

The change didn’t come all at once. There was no defining moment where she suddenly felt okay. It was gradual. Painfully slow.

It started with one morning where she got out of bed before noon.

Then a day where she managed to shower without feeling like it took all of her energy.

Then a moment where she caught herself smiling really smiling at something Chris said.

She still had bad days. Days where the weight in her chest returned, where she felt like she was slipping back down. But they weren’t every day anymore.

Chris noticed before she did.

“You’ve been humming,” he pointed out one afternoon.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“You used to hum when you were working. You haven’t done it in weeks.”

She hadn’t realized.

Chris nudged her foot with his. “Feels like a good sign.”

Maybe it was.

One night, she sat with Chris in the kitchen, their tea mugs between them. She hesitated, then said, “I think I want to start working again. Just a couple of hours a day maybe, catch up on some lost paperwork.”

Chris didn’t react with excitement. He just nodded, as if he’d known this moment would come. “Do you want me to sit with you while you do?”

She swallowed. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Chris smiled, squeezing her hand. “Alright.”

For the first time in months, she felt a flicker of something.

Not joy, not yet.

But something close.

Hope.

[81pastrys]

The Mafia’s Princess

Part 4 / 16

Summary— Shes in safe arms, but her head believes otherwise.

Warnings— mentions of SA / Rape ; stabbing ; dark themes

A/N— this one is fucking dark.

Series list

“You failed Princess.” Mr. Gasly grumbled at me. His anger showed on his face and I realized the consequences he mentioned before I had begun this hell ride of a deal. “Pick your poison little girl.” He whispered in my face.

He cupped my clothed cunt and smirked at me. I had just gotten back from jail and look disheveled. I shove him away and his guards grab me by my arms holding me upright. “You can kiss my ass Gasly.” I spit out finally towards the man. “You got me caught you sick fuck!”

The cop that pulled me over didn’t even search the car, he immediately put me in handcuffs and laughed in my face. My guards bailed me out and drove me to get my car before it could be crumbled into pieces. “Would you like to be fucked by one of my guards?” He asked enjoying the twisted expression on my face. “Or stabbed, just this once?”

“Stabbed, I’m not-“ One of his guards shoved a rag in my mouth and they sat me in a rickety wooden chair. He ripped my pant leg open with a very sharp knife. The guard looked me in the eye as he quickly shoved the knife through my thigh. My scream was muffled by the rag.

“Now, if you can ever finish my business you’ll get a hefty cut princess.”

I’m thrashed awake, my breathing irregular. Reliving getting stabbed was cruel. Charles took me into his embrace, holding me close and hushing me. “You’re safe, it’s okay.” He soothed. He held me tightly and played with my hair, knowing how to calm me down after nightmares. “Shhh mon amour, I’m here.” He reassured me in my state of fear.

My hand found its way to the scar I had just been reminded of in my sleep. I wince as Charles follows the path with me. “I’m sorry I-“ I mumble through the tears. He looks at me and wipes the tears away.

“It’s okay Mon amour, you’re with me.” He whispered. I lie awake, tracing circles on his chest as he fell back asleep. I was left to my thoughts. Hours pass by without sleep and Charles wakes. “Morning.” He mumbled, noticing I was already awake. I hum in response. No emotions present at the moment.

I have 6 scars, 2 on each leg, an extra on my left, and one near my rib. There are two on my left leg that are still fairly new, hence why Charles was so gentle with me.

“Did you get some sleep?” He groaned with tired laced within his voice. I shake my head and he caressed my face. There’s a knock on the door, causing him to get out of the bed and answer it. I get up and feel the shocks of pain in my leg as I walk to the bathroom and lock the door.

Charles isn’t allowed to have me in his room, so I have to hide in case it’s someone from his team. It’s not, however I plan on staying hidden from them. “My dad told me what kind of business she’s done and how she couldn’t prevail.” I hear Pierre complain. It’s not like he wouldn’t be in the same position if it wasn’t for racing. “Mate she could’ve gotten killed!”

No shit Sherlock. Charles knew that, he knew it the second his dad recruited me. I roll my eyes and listen in on the conversation. “Pierre I know that, that’s why I brought her with me.” Charles defended. “I didn’t think it was getting that serious.” I heard him mumble near the door.

Pierre scoffs, his footsteps inching closer. “6 times my dad’s guard stabbed her.” Pierre admitted shamefully. “He would’ve killed her.” My heart drops at the statement I had been dreading to hear.

“I should’ve taken her away when Ocon impounded her car, I knew something wasn’t right.” Charles sighed at his mistake of taking me so late.

Pierre leaves after a bit more talking and he opens the bathroom door. He looks at my thighs and lifts the shirt up to my waist. He crouches to the level of my thigh, I look up and sigh unsteadily. He takes it into his own hands to tend to the wound, not new, but freshly healed.

“You should’ve called.” He said in a soft whisper. I wince and go to reach out to stop him as he lathers the cold cream onto my leg. I bit my finger instead as a distraction and whine. “I know, I’m sorry.” He apologized for the inevitable pain.

He washes his hands when he finished and caresses my cheek. I lean into his hand, looking into his eyes. My confidence disappears when I’m around him, the vulnerability I feel is like no other. It all returns around others, but this is something I can’t control.

I’m sorry :/

[wintersoulwitch]

Stage/Fright changes and tweaks Act 2

Act 1 notes in this post

Following on from my initial Stage/Fright report after my first viewing and the post on changes/things I noticed the second time around, here are some things I picked up on my last visit on 01/03/25 where I watched both the matinee and the evening show because: A. I was able to get some cheap tickets B. I am insane

La Terreur de l’Asile

I think I forgot to mention before, but there is a really cool bit of projection at the start of this scene where we see a shadowy figure on the sheet at the back of the stage hacking into a body and pulling out intestines and stuff. It's a bit like the theatre of fear/art of fuckery bit in Our Flag Means Death with the sausages, you know what I mean?

People have said that there's a hare in a jar during this scene. I kept my eyes out for it but couldn't see it. BUT there was a head in a jar that made me think of Steve's head in the Psychoville Halloween Special (but not of Reece's Dead Line head - I think cos this head in a jar didn't have eyes) AND more excitingly (for me, at least) there's a little phrenology bust just like Blake has in The Trolley Problem!

Reece has really leaned into the physical comedy as Hugo. Again I think this is because he's more relaxed about the show, is taking it less seriously (just in comparison to the previews, obviously he takes his work and his craft very seriously hi reece) and has been trying things out throughout the run.

So now when he greets Suzette with "Good morning, good morning, good morning" he moves across the stage with an exaggerated stepping motion with his elbows up and his hands thrown out and his fingers spread and curled like little claws.

And during the snippet of The Elements Song... before he would point at the jars in time with the music, and did a bit of jigging at the very end, but now he has a full on dance routine.

Also! His wig has changed a little. Below is the press night photo of the old wig. The one he wears now is much more styled, with the mallen streak all coiffed and curled. No photos of that, obviously (💔), but you can get the idea from this fanart

The lighting has changed a bit again, with more highlights when the cast play up the expressionist/overacting moments, thunder and lightning etc. Another lighting change since previews is the swirly whirly hypnosis projection over Reece when Hugo is being hypnotised by Dr. Goudron.

The leg sawing bit has been tweaked a bit, too. Now there is more fake blood and the whole thing is more grisly. Reece and Steve really show off the lep stump so that the audience can see the gristle and fake blood in the prosthetics. Lots of gasps and groans from the audience during this section!

I feel like the delivery of "No, I'm afraid that won't be possible" when Suzette says she wants to put her clothes back on is a bit softer/gentler than it used to be? During my first watch that felt like a really shocking moment - proper To Have and To Hold-style mask drop. I noticed on both shows I saw on 01/03/25 that it was a more subtle lead up - maybe because the nurse is still on stage at this point, maybe to make it more impactful when Goudron confesses to abusing Suzette's sister? Speaking of which, this whole bit is more played for laughs, whereas the first two performances were more leaning into the horror. So now when Goudron talks about giving Suzette's sister a "special injection" Steve is, like, fingering the air and everyone laughs. When Goudron says "When I saw my wife's ring on your finger..." there's a dramatic organ chord and a spotlight on Suzette as she flings up her arm to display the ring, and when Suzette picks up the hydrochloric acid and threatens to "disfigure my own face" there's another dramatic organ chord and a spotlight on Goudron throwing shapes to match the one on Suzette. So all of this breaks the reality of the scene and leads the audience to laugh more. And Steve delivering the line about "one does not need to admire the mantelpiece when one is poking the fire" while his hands move to undo his trousers gets a big laugh as well. I've read/listened to plenty of interviews where R&S talk about building and breaking tension so I feel like this must have been a conscious choice - maybe they felt the tension needed to be broken/undercut in this section? Or maybe they always intended it to be played for laughs but the audience wasn't getting their vision and so they've adjusted things?

Company Rehearsals 

When the set is dismantled and the LED screen rises up, there was a logo for Duncan MacLean Projections in the corner. This is the real projection company that is working on Stage/Fright - and was also the projectionist for the League of Gentlemen Live Again tour. But instead of the usual stag head logo, the screen shows a silhouette of a hare!

Becky Bainbridge as Lisa as Madame Goudron's Headless Ghost plays up her part a bit more, doing some physical comedy staggering around and limp wristedly flapping her arms when Marcus praises her performance. (Also - did I mention the portrait of Madame Goudron is a projection and at one point shows her head coming off and spurting up blood? That definitely didn't happen the first show I saw because Marcus the director praises Lisa for "good timing on the head plop" and I remember thinking: "What head plop?" I think some of the lights/projections weren't quite ready in time for the first previews because that's an element that has changed quite a bit and really elevates the show)

There's more antagonism between Vince (Steve's character) and Jack (Bhav's character, who plays the nameless Warden). When Jack starts talking about his character, Steve is doing some great eye rolling and head shaking in the background. And when he says he's been doing some research he throws his arms up and takes a step forward and Marcus holds his arm out to stop him coming any closer and says "Stay back!" When Jack is talking about his character's back story etc Marcus and Vince exchange looks.

The fake trepanning scene has changed a wee bit. First of all - the acting is even more over the top than before. "The cuckoo in your brain needs to be set free my dear!" is delivered by Steve holding his hands up like a surgeon wearing gloves (know what I mean?) and sounds almost robotic. Maggie puts a helmet on Suzette/Sherrie's head and there's fake blood trickling down her wig (there's a lot more fake blood in the show now than there was during previews!) So now it makes a lot more sense when Marcus thinks Sherrie could actually be dead... Instead of just being slumped in the chair like she's zoned out, she's got blood on her hair and could conceivably have a metal spike in her brain.

The section where Steve breaks character and starts talking about Daniel Day Lewis seeing the ghost of his dead father during a production of Hamlet has had some tweaks too. Now the cast seem to respond to Steve before he even says that line - Anna/Maggie delivers her joke about shocking the audience after seeing the bar prices after a pause and a look of concern in Steve's direction. Almost like Steve is supposed to say a line here and she's covering for him.

The first time I saw the show the cast were glancing at each other a bit during Steve talking about Hamlet and there was a vibe of "uhh, what's going on?" whereas now they've amped up the sad/concerned looks. It really struck me, especially as Miranda/Sherrie's face is projected up on the big screen during this section. And Reece/Toby is looking down at his shoes like he's really awkward and doesn't know what to do. (BTW it's definitely not because I "know the twist" now - this is stuff that has changed since my second viewing, and it really stood out to me because it made this whole section even more emotionally impactful)

The hug is a lot more lingering as well. And when Steve pulls back Reece-as-Toby can't meet his eyes. Ooof and augh and if you want to feel even more angsty about all the meta levels of this exchange go and read this fic from @silverview

Sherrie’s Audition Tape/Backstage Camera 

Marcus’ death scene has been tweaked/extended. Before, Abby stared up at the box where Bloody Belle was standing while Marcus was stroking her arms, looking like she was maybe in some sort of trance. Now there is audio played of Bloody Belle whispering "Abby..." before she breaks his neck.

It feels like Marcus's death is a bit less quick and clean than before - more choking, with Marcus being forcefully pushed up onto his tiptoes as Abby clasps his neck with both hands. And instead of Abby looking up at the box and whispering "thank you" before the jumpscare scream and lights out, there's a longer sequence where the light on the steadicam flickers in the same way as the ghost light. Abby picks up the steadicam and turns round in a circle, shining the light out into the audience. (I'm guessing that Reece and Toby swap places while the light is blinding the audience - note to self, try and pay attention to the body on the stage next time) The camera turns on and films the people sitting in the stalls, then blinks out and the image is replaced by all the empty seats. Very spooky! I thiiiiink this was already in place during my second viewing? Can't quite remember. But something that has changed is that when the camera swings back round to the stage it now shows THE SCREAMING FACE OF BLOODY BELLE.

The Fake Curtain Call

The cast's sad expressions were something that really got to me when I saw these curtain call photos from 20/02/25. Especially Miranda 💔💔💔 And, yeah, as they did earlier they have leaned into the grief aspect during Steve's speech. Which I do kinda appreciate and I've sort of struggled to put this into words properly but my own first viewing of Stage/Fright was coloured by mourning and I found it a bit distressing how everyone was laughing at the thought of Reece having died before the show opened and yeah yeah yeah I know it's a joke and we're meant to find it funny and Steve playing it straight just adds to the humour and I'm not knocking anyone who does find it funny and it's very much a me problem and repeated viewings have desensitised me somewhat so it's not like it prevents me from enjoying the show or anything, I'm just... I dunno... feel a bit alone in this reaction and maybe I'm actually not?

The Final Song and Dance

There’s a much longer gap after the fake curtain call. The house lights stay up for longer and the audience chuckles and shuffles awkwardly before the voiceover of Steve complaining about his mic belt and talking to the rest of the cast is played. I also think Steve comes back on stage a lot later than he used to? Because the first time I saw it I remember thinking that I could see that his mouth wasn't moving even though audio of his voice was playing. And now it feels like the curtain is almost touching the stage by the time he comes on, like you can barely see his legs and shoes.  

Not too much has changed since the things I noted in my second viewing report on the 25/01/25 show. The timing of the "maybe every ghost story is just a love story" line was slightly different between the matinee and evening shows (in terms of playing around with pauses). The only thing that I really noticed was Steve leaning into the comedy of the "I'm not sure I wanna be stuck in limbo watching Jason Manford do me every night." The first shows I saw he stressed the word me: Watching Jason Manford do me every night. Now he stresses the word do: Watching Jason Manford do me every night. And instead of going straight into Reece's "fucking little Toby" line there is a pause for laughter while Steve looks out into the audience with a slightly pained frown.

During the heavenly version of Tears of Laughter, the cast look up at the rafters after Anna sings "It's almost time to bring the curtain down" and take an abrupt step back. (Question: Can heavenly backing dancers still be killed by falling lighting rigs?) (Another Question: Did Paul Chuckle appreciate the "to me, to you" line in Tears of Laughter?)

Don't think I've written much detail about the final song and dance routine before, so here's some stuff...

The first few lines are sung/spoken by Bhav, Anna, Miranda and Gaby while R&S are offstage

The cast have big white ostrich feather fans which they arrange in a cirle and dramatically fling out as if they're going to reveal someone standing behind them and a spotlight appears to show... no one. The cast look behind themselves, confused, and then R&S appear from other side of the stage (one last big misdirection! They can't help themselves!)

The boys have loosened up even more in the song and dance routine. Again, I think this is just the result of getting more relaxed and comfortable as the run has gone on. Other people have talked about the sheer joy you can see radiating off Reece during the dance routine, and, god, I know I'm repeating myself but it's just so so lovely to see him doing foot taps and little flourishes with his hands and the way he dances with his top hat. And how wonderful that they get to end the show on such a high.

Bloody Belle joins them for the final curtain call which I'm sure didn't happen when I first saw the show. Becky is really gettimg into the dancing as well 😆

BTW Choreography was done by Nicola Keen who choreographed the original Tears of Laughter dance for the BCDR episode and her son posted some really cute pics from press night on Instagram

Thanks everyone who commented/reblogged the last one, it means so much to know that there are people who appreciate my archiving efforts and don't see me as a total pest🖤🖤🖤

For more tidbits, browse the Stage/Fright tag on my blog and check out the list of celebrity guests which is updated after every performance!

[pjomakesyourkidsgay]

. . . hazel levesque

˖°𓇼 gf!hazel who usually leaves the date planning to you because you're waaay more familiar with the modern things. gf!hazel who'd decided that, this valentine's day, she was going to make the effort to be the one to plan the date. gf!hazel who sent you a letter, asking you to come by to new rome. gf!hazel who's dresed in comfy clothes that you'd picked out (she's absolutely adorable in sweaters). gf!hazel who brings you to the cafe and orders a coffee. gf!hazel who memorizes every little thing about you, even your morning routine and especially your favorite foods and coffee orders. gf!hazel who's a little bit awkward because she's nervous that you didn't enjoy the simple date as much as she hoped you would. gf!hazel who twitches a lot in her seat so you grab hold of her hand for her to calm down. gf!hazel who's not really big on pda since she's still getting used to the fact that she can but she really really likes holding your hand. gf!hazel who holds your hand so much and for so long that they sort of start molding together. gf!hazel who suggests going to the park but she gets distracted halfway and brings you to the stables instead. gf!hazel who introduces you to arion and is a bit surprised at how gentle he is with you compared to literally anyone else. gf!hazel who teaches you how to ride and control horses so that (she hopes, at least) you can ride together sometime. gf!hazel who then brings you back to her place so you could cuddle on the couch and binge-watch all the classic disney-movies that she'd missed (she only really got to snow white). gf!hazel who likes tiana a lot and you giggle together about your favorite princesses. gf!hazel who's the most chill and relaxed with you and when you're around.

you hold hazel's warm hand in yours, swinging it back and forth as you walk back through new rome to the caldecott tunnel, where your girlfriend was supposed to drop you off.

you wave to the other demigods on the path as well, with them becoming familiar with you as the pretty girlfriend of praetor levesque. call it privilege, but then again it could also be because of your simple kindness and very welcomed calm nature that gets you freebies from the locals.

you thank one of the older veterans for the strawberry shortcake they had given you, now tucking the new item under your arm. you'll surely be enjoying it at midnight - a well deserved and well awaited snack.

but hazel has been quiet since you two had left her place a while back. the air was pretty cool, enough to blow through your hair but not to make you shiver. sensing her slight discomfort, you turn to glance at hazel, still walking side-by-side with her footsteps, to see if she was alright.

she seems to be, if not for the arm not intertwined with yours folded across her chest. that, and the fact that she seems to refuse to look at you. you stop then, forcing her to stop also, and look at her straight on. "what's up with you?"

"nothing's up with me." her reply is too fast, too guarded and vague. her eyes are wide, as if she'd just been caught doing something bad.

"of course something's up with you, you're acting weird." you narrow your eyes. "did i say something earlier?"

you try to think back, try to remember if you'd said anything weird or mean or uncomfortable, perhaps even inappropriate. you don't think so, but now you doubt your own memory.

hazel shakes her head, her mane of curly hair bouncing around as well. she mutters something underneath her breath, squeezing your hand a little tighter.

"what is it?"

she mumbles it again.

"haze, i love you but i kinda can't hear you," you tease. "gramma ears, you know."

when she doesn't laugh or snort or giggle at your stupid joke, you know that she's really not in the mood. you let go of her hand gently, instead cupping her face so that she looks at you. "are you okay?"

you say it so genuinely, with so much concern and affection that the girl almost tears up. she thinks to herself how she probably doesn't deserve you at all, how lucky she is to be alive right now much less to call you hers.

your eyebrows furrow in confusion and further worry, wiping the droplets that do slip out of her eyes. hazel stops you and instead tackles you in a hug, practically squeezing the life out of you.

you hug her back, of course, waiting for her to be the first to pull away. when she does, her eyes are shining with so much adoration for you that your heart does a little backflip. "i'm sorry," she sniffles. "i just realized how much i actually do love you."

another flip. or perhaps it skipped a beat? you don't know anymore. "i love you too, haze, a lot. but there's no need to cry about it." you squeeze her again.

"sorry," she repeats. "i was just worried you didn't like today."

you stared at her. and you stared. and you stared again.

and you felt her growing shy under your gaze so you cut it off. "hazel levesque, you're the most wonderful girlfriend ever and every day is perfect with you, okay? you don't need to worry about that, ever."

"okay." her mood is brighter after, and you continue your walk to the caldecott tunnel.

when you get there, you stand there, again, both unwilling to say goodbye but have to, even though you'd probably see each other again the next day.

you wait for her to make the last move, but when she doesn't, you open your mouth to do so.

before you could let out a single word, however, a pair of soft lips touch briefly against your own. chaste. pure. innocent. barely skimming. exactly just like hazel.

and then she refuses to look at you again, staring at her hands, and that's too bad because she completely missed the huge grin breaking out on your face when she mumbles a "bye!" and runs away, back to her room, back to her duties, and back to her little giggling self.

dividers by: @enchanthings-a and @kodaswrld

[yvesssssssss]

HIII hope you’re doing great ^^ i have a request with nagumo shin natsuki and heisuke dating a kind and cute girl AND their families (idk like sakamoto, mafuyu etcetc) want to meet her and they are testing her even if she’s really kind

I love this idea so much!! I had a lot of fun writing it, but honestly, I wasn’t completely satisfied with how it turned out—so I really hope you like it! Let me know if you want any changes!

You knew dating an assassin came with challenges, but apparently, the real test was dealing with their protective families.

And today? Today, you were being evaluated.

Nagumo yoichi

I sat beside Yoichi, hands neatly folded in my lap, smiling politely despite the heavy tension in the air. Across from us, Rion Akao paced back and forth, eyes sharp as she studied me like I was a suspect in a murder case.

Taro Sakamoto sat beside her, arms crossed, unreadable as ever.

“So,” Rion finally spoke, stopping in front of me, “you’re really dating this guy?” She jabbed a finger at Yoichi, who waved lazily, grinning.

I nodded. “Mhm! Yoichi is really sweet, you know?”

Rion scoffed so hard it was almost a laugh. She turned to Sakamoto. “Did she just say something insane?”

Sakamoto let out a deep sigh.

“I mean it!” I said earnestly. “He always remembers my favorite snacks, holds my hand when I’m nervous, and—oh! One time, I was feeling down, and he spent hours making me a really cute origami bouquet!”

Nagumo smirked. “You see? I’m a romantic.”

Rion narrowed her eyes. “You’re a liar.”

I blinked. “No, he really did that.”

“He did that to mess with your head.”

I tilted my head. “But… it worked. I felt better.”

Rion groaned, rubbing her temples. “You’re too nice.”

Sakamoto finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Nagumo’s dangerous. If you’re with him, you’ll be in danger too.”

I met his gaze and nodded. “I know.”

Rion’s pacing stopped.

“Okay then,” she said slowly. “Prove it.”

Nagumo sighed. “Oh my god, you guys.”

Rion ignored him. “Let’s say Nagumo gets captured and tortured for intel. What do you do?”

I tilted my head. “Oh, I trust him. I’m sure he wouldn’t get captured.”

The room went silent.

Rion blinked at me. “…What?”

I smiled. “It’s Yoichi. If someone tried to capture him, he’d either talk his way out of it, escape before it even happened, or trick them into thinking they were the ones caught.”

Nagumo grinned. “See? She gets me.”

Rion groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Oh my god, you’re delusional.”

Sakamoto, however, nodded slightly, as if he actually agreed with me.

“But,” I continued, “if by some impossible chance he did get captured, I’d find him and take him back.”

Rion squinted. “And if I was the one who took him?”

I smiled sweetly. “Then I’d negotiate first… and if that didn’t work, I’d take him back by force.”

Nagumo let out a low whistle. “See? Perfect.”

Rion muttered something under her breath. “…Alright, maybe you’re not as helpless as I thought.”

She crossed her arms, eyeing me up and down. “Next question. What’s the worst thing about Nagumo?”

I thought for a moment. “…Oh, that’s easy! He’s always teasing people.”

Rion huffed. “That’s the best thing you could come up with?”

“Well, I like everything else about him.”

Nagumo placed a hand over his heart. “I might cry.”

“Shut up,” Rion and Sakamoto said in unison.

Rion sighed. “Alright. Final test.”

Sakamoto pulled out a knife and slid it across the table. “If Nagumo ever betrays you, would you be able to kill him?”

The air shifted.

I picked up the knife, holding it delicately.

Nagumo watched me, relaxed as always. I met his gaze.

Then I smiled. “I trust Yoichi. If he betrayed me, he’d have a very good reason.”

Something flickered in his eyes.

Rion scoffed. “So you wouldn’t kill him?”

I tilted my head. “If he truly betrayed me… then yes, I could.”

Nagumo smirked. “She is perfect.”

Sakamoto nodded approvingly. Rion still looked suspicious, but she finally leaned back in her chair, arms crossed.

“…Fine. I still think you could do better,” she muttered. “But you’re not an idiot. I respect that.”

I beamed. “Thank you!”

Rion sighed, rubbing her temples. “Whatever. You’re stuck with him now, so good luck.”

Nagumo grabbed my hand. “See? Told you they’d love you.”

Rion threw a knife at his head.

Nagumo dodged, still smirking. “Ah, classic Rion.”

Shin Asakura

Shin was nervous. Very nervous.

“Are you okay?” you asked, holding his hand as you both stood in front of the Sakamoto household.

“No,” Shin said immediately. “Lu’s involved in this, which means chaos. Hana’s unpredictable. And Sakamoto—” He inhaled. “He knows everything I’m thinking.”

The door swung open before he could knock.

Lu grinned. “You’re late.”

“We weren’t given a time—” Shin tried, but she pulled you inside.

The first test was immediate.

Hana stood in front of you, holding up a picture she very clearly drew herself. “If you don’t say my art is amazing, I’m kicking you out.”

You beamed. “This is beautiful, Hana-chan! The colors are so lively, and I can tell you put a lot of effort into it!”

Hana squinted at you. Then turned to Shin. “She’s either really nice or a liar.”

Lu leaned in. “Would you fight someone for Shin?”

You smiled softly. “I don’t like violence. But if someone tried to hurt him, I’d protect him with everything I have.”

Lu whistled. “Oh, she’s dangerous. I like her.”

Finally, Sakamoto sat across from you, silently watching.

Shin tensed. “Boss, please don’t make this scary—”

Sakamoto leaned back, satisfied. “You’re good. Shin’s lucky.”

Shin groaned. “I hate this family.”

You giggled. “I love them.”

Shin turned to you in horror.

Lu clapped his back. “Oh, you’re so doomed.”

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki underestimated how insane this was going to be.

Mafuyu, his younger brother, had immediately dragged you away the second you entered the Seba household.

“I need to test if you’re worthy of my brother,” Mafuyu said seriously. “If you fail, I’ll make him break up with you.”

Natsuki groaned. “Mafuyu, seriously—”

“Silence, loser,” Mafuyu said, then turned back to you. “First question. If you were a fish, what fish would you be?”

You blinked. “Oh! A clownfish, maybe? They seem friendly.”

Mafuyu hummed. “Acceptable. Next. You’re in the middle of a battle. You have one weapon. What do you choose?”

“I… don’t like fighting,” you admitted.

Mafuyu narrowed his eyes. “Trick question. The correct answer is ‘Natsuki.’”

Natsuki pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re so weird.”

Mafuyu ignored him. “Final question. Do you think my brother is cool?”

You smiled. “Of course.”

Mafuyu gasped dramatically. “Oh my god. She’s delusional.”

Natsuki groaned. “That’s enough, Mafuyu—”

Mafuyu crossed his arms. “Fine. You pass.”

Natsuki blinked. “Wait, what?”

Mafuyu shrugged. “She’s obviously nice, and she likes you even though you’re lame. That means she’s loyal.”

Natsuki narrowed his eyes. “I feel very insulted, but I’ll take it.”

Mafuyu nodded. “You have my blessing.”

Natsuki sighed. “Great. Now never talk to my girlfriend again.”

Mafuyu smirked. “Absolutely not.”

Heisuke Mashimo

Heisuke’s “family” was basically just Sakamoto, Shin, Lu, and Hana, and they immediately went feral with their tests.

Sakamoto just stared at you for a while, then nodded. “Alright. You pass.”

Shin and Lu immediately protested.

“No,” Shin said. “She has to prove she can handle Heisuke’s stupidity.”

You blinked. “He’s not stupid, though.”

Silence.

Lu slowly turned to Heisuke. “You brainwashed her.”

Heisuke pouted. “I did not.”

Shin crossed his arms. “Alright. If Heisuke had to snipe something and missed, what would you do?”

You smiled sweetly. “I’d tell him he did his best and that I believe in him.”

Shin and Lu exchanged horrified glances.

“Oh god,” Lu whispered. “She’s an enabler.”

Heisuke grinned. “I love her.”

Sakamoto sighed. “She’s fine. Let them be.”

Lu groaned. “Fine. But if they end up married, I want a separate house far away from the secondhand embarrassment.”

Heisuke just hugged you, grinning. “I knew they’d love you!”

Shin put his head in his hands. “I need a drink.”

Gaku

Gaku didn’t even try to stop Kumanomi.

“I mean, if she can’t survive you, she probably can’t survive me either,” he reasoned, hands in his pockets.

You just tilted your head, smiling sweetly at Kumanomi. “It’s nice to meet you!”

Kumanomi smirked. “We’ll see about that. Sit.”

You obediently took a seat. Gaku leaned against the wall, watching like this was a free show.

Kumanomi pulled out a piece of paper. “Alright, sweetheart. First question: If Gaku loses a fight, what do you do?”

You blinked. “Oh! I’d help him up and tell him he did great.”

Gaku snorted. “Baby. I don’t lose.”

Kumanomi ignored him. “Second question: If you had to fight Gaku, what’s your strategy?”

You thought for a moment. “Um… Distract him with a video game and then run?”

Gaku threw his head back laughing. “That’s actually so smart—”

Kumanomi narrowed her eyes. “Interesting. Third question: Do you think Gaku is intelligent?”

You nodded earnestly. “Of course!”

Kumanomi stared at you like you’d grown three heads. “Oh my god. You’re delusional.”

Gaku burst out laughing. “She likes me, Kumanomi. Of course she’s a little insane.”

Kumanomi sighed. “Final question. If someone flirts with Gaku, what do you do?”

You blinked, then smiled. “I’d probably just hold his hand and remind them he’s taken.”

Gaku grinned. “Aww, babe—”

Kumanomi smirked. “Wrong answer. You fight them.”

Your smile wavered. “But I don’t like fighting…”

Kumanomi nodded solemnly. “That’s okay. I’ll teach you.”

Gaku grinned. “Wait. This means she passes, right?”

Kumanomi rolled her eyes. “She’s too nice for you, but whatever. She’s cute. I’ll allow it.”

Gaku whooped, throwing an arm around you. “Hell yeah, my girl’s approved!”

Kumanomi sighed. “Just don’t get her arrested.”

Gaku smirked. “No promises.”

[aur0ral1ghts]

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"This is going to be so funny!" Theodore Nott giggles uncontrollably as he pops the cork of a pink vital and pours some into a glass. "Shit, i can't wait until he comes back!" Lorenzo laughs. "Me too." Blaise agrees as Draco nods.

The Slytherin boys were pranking Mattheo. They planned a "hangout" in the common room. They all waited for a whole hour for Mattheo to get up to use the bathroom or to go to his dorm to go fetch something. Then, after what felt like forever, Mattheo excused himself to go to the bathroom. Then, once Mattheo was out of sight, Theodore took a deep breath to control his giggle fit, he took the pink vital out of his pocket, he also took out a strand of your hair that he secretly took from your hairbrush one night while visiting. He poured half the vital into the glass, and then he added the hair. Then mattheo returned. The boys trying to hold in their laughs. After a while, Mattheo took a sip of his drink. The boys are all staring at this point.

"You feeling alright?" Blaise asks. "Uh, I'm feeling fine. Maybe a little warm, but I'm fine." He says, turning red as if he had just realized something. "Do you want to..confess..anything..?" Blaise asks, trying to hold in his laugh. "Yeah..I think..I think I'm in love with Y/n." The boys eyes widen. "Why don't you go to Y/n? I bet she'll love to see you." Mattheo smirks at this. "I should do that.." Mattheo stands up, almost tumbling over a chair. He picks up the cup and takes a long sip. Theo sighs as he takes the cup away from him as he pushes Mattheo gently towards the girls' dormitory.

Mattheo walks up the stairs, his heart racing. When he wasn't under the influence of the potion, he did have feelings for y/n, very strong feelings. But he would never ever dare to confess due to him thinking she would deny and reject his feelings. He didn't want to ruin his friendship with her.

-

I sit on my desk, trying to focus on my homework, an essay for Snape that was due tomorrow. I groan as I hear a knock on the door, I stand up and walk up to it.

I grasp the knob and I see..Mattheo Riddle.

"Um, hi Mattheo? Weren't you hanging out wi-?" Then I get interrupted with Mattheo literally jumping on me, kissing my cheek. "Mattheo!?" I question, pushing him off. I feel my cheeks turn red. "Oh, uhhh, sorry!" He mumbles, looking down at the carpet. "What's up with you!?" I question crossing my arms. "Uh, i came here to confess something." He fidgets with his hands. "Uh, sure." I say, sitting on my bed, motioning him to sit next to me. He does. "So. I'm like in love with you." He says, looking at me. "You.. you do?" I reply. I feel myself blushing again. "Yeah..." He says. "Can I kiss you y/n...please."

My lips part open as I nod. I've always fantasized about him kissing me and other things. Before i have time to react, he slams his lips onto me. Roughly, he grabs my wrists and pins me onto my bed. As I gasp, I can practically feel his smirk on my lips as he runs his free hand through my hair. "Wow." I whisper. He chuckles as he uses his free hand to trace my body, as if it were a piece of art. "You're so beautiful." He says, our foreheads touching, his puppy dog eyes looking up at me. "Thank you." I say in a hushed voice. He nuzzles his face into my neck, kissing it, probably leaving a bunch of hickeys. "Wait, Mattheo, before we do anything else, I'm confused." I say, holding his shoulder. "Confused about what, love?" He asks, laying down close to me. "I dunno, you're just acting werid, like randomly confessing to me.." He doesn't say anything. "Mattheo, have you drinken anything..recently?" I ask. "Well, I took a sip of my drink before I came here."

My eyebrows raise. "What happened once you drank that? Did it taste werid?"

"It tasted sweeter than I remember, then I felt like really warm and fuzzy, and I couldn't stop thinking about you." He smiles, playing with my hair. I then realize what's happening. He's been put under a love potion. I'm guessing his friends slipt it into his drink when he wasn't looking. Luckily, I have the antidote from a previous incident. Once, Pansy got dared to drink a love potion. So I still have some antidote left.

"Mattheo, I'll be back. i need to get something from my bathroom." I say, getting up, but he holds onto me. "Don't leave me, Y/n!" He Frowns. I sigh. It's just realized how lovesick this poor guy is. "Fine, come with me then." I say, the bathroom is literally 10 feet away from my bed. "Okay!" He says, getting up, our hands intertwined.

I walk towards my bathroom, tracing my finger along the drawers until I find the drawer with the antidote. "Mattheo, do you trust me?" I ask. He nods. "Of course i do, love!" I giggle to myself. "Okay, sit on my sink, please." I smile as he sits on my sink. I hold the vital in front of him. I pop the cork. I pour the rest of the antidote down his throat. He groans in pain. "Y/n..i have a headache." He mutters as he holds my hand. "I know, but it'll go away soon." I comfort him.

Then, in a blink, he groans in pain again, "Y/n?" He asks, confused. "Oh, uh Mattheo." I mutter. "What am I doing here?!" He asks. "Uh, about that." I pause. "Your friends kinda..gave you Amortentia.." I say. He looks to the side as he jumps off my sink. He heads straight to the door. "Mattheo - wait!" I shout, grabbing his hand. He groans. "Did I do anything embarrassing?" He asks, not looking back at me. "Uh, well, you may or may not have jumped onto me and kissed me." I giggle slightly. His face drops. "I didn't mean it - it was that stupid potion." He admits. "I know.."

"Look, I'm going to kill those idiots!" He yells, practically running to the door. I grab his hand again and spin him around, I kiss him. I don't know why I'm doing this, but I am. His eyes are open, but then they close, and he cups my face. "Mattheo-" I whisper. "Never mind, I'll kill them after." He smiles.

-

A/n; hope you enjoyed this! It was so fun to write and lovesick Mattheo is super cute!

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AVENGERS REACT TO Y/N PICKING UP THORS HAMMER— HEADCANNON

When Y/N picks up Thor’s hammer, the Avengers would be both shocked and impressed. Here’s how they might react:

Steve Rogers: His eyes widen in disbelief. He knew only those deemed worthy could lift Mjolnir, so when Y/N picks it up with ease, his admiration for her grows. A small smile tugs at his lips. “Well, I guess we’ve got another worthy one among us.”

Tony Stark: He raises an eyebrow and looks genuinely intrigued. “Okay, that’s not something I expected to see today. Guess the hammer’s got more discerning taste than I thought.” He smirks, a bit of awe hidden behind his usual sarcasm.

Natasha Romanoff: She watches closely, her expression hard to read. “Guess you’ve got more surprises up your sleeve than we knew,” she says, her voice neutral but a hint of respect in her tone.

Peter Parker: Peter’s eyes go wide as he watches Y/N pick up Mjolnir. He stares in disbelief, his jaw dropping slightly. “Wait, wait… You can lift it?!” He looks around at the other Avengers, clearly trying to process what he’s seeing. “This is insane! Does this mean you’re, like, a superhero now?” He scratches the back of his head, awkwardly grinning. “I mean, I’ve fought aliens and robots, but I don’t think I’m worthy of that hammer.” He pauses, glancing at the weapon again. “Can you imagine what it’d be like if I could lift it? I’d be, like, Spider-Thor or something.” His excitement is contagious, though there’s a touch of awe mixed with his usual nerdy charm.

Clint Barton: He chuckles softly and crosses his arms. “Okay, that’s a new one. Maybe I should start carrying around a hammer just to see if it works for me too.”

Bruce Banner: He looks between Y/N and the hammer, his brow furrowing in confusion and curiosity. “That’s… that’s incredible. How did you—” He trails off, clearly fascinated but also unsure about the hows and whys.

Thor: He stands a little taller, a proud smile forming on his face as he watches Y/N handle Mjolnir. “By Odin’s beard,” he exclaims, clearly impressed. “It seems you are indeed worthy, just as I was!” He laughs heartily. “Welcome to the club!”

Bucky Barnes: Bucky watches with narrowed eyes, his metal arm folding across his chest as he takes in the sight of Y/N holding Mjolnir. He seems surprised, but there’s a quiet respect in his gaze. “Guess I’m not the only one with a few hidden talents,” he mutters, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His expression softens as he steps closer. “Didn’t think I’d see someone else handle that hammer like it’s nothing.” He lets out a low chuckle, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. “You sure you don’t want to take it for a spin around the block? I mean, it’s practically yours now.” His tone is playful, but there’s a genuine admiration for Y/N’s strength and worthiness.

Loki: Standing off to the side, his eyes narrow in slight annoyance but mostly curiosity. “I see Mjolnir has found another favorite.” He crosses his arms, trying to hide the small flicker of envy behind his cool demeanor.

Sam Wilson: He laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. “I knew I should’ve stayed in the air. This is getting out of hand.” He looks over at Steve with a grin. “Guess we have to be careful with who we let near that thing now.”

Wanda Maximoff: She watches Y/N with a mixture of awe and a little hesitation, sensing the immense power of Mjolnir. “That’s… impressive,” she says softly, her expression a blend of admiration and a slight wariness of the power that now seems to be in Y/N’s hands.

Vision: He tilts his head, analyzing the situation. “Fascinating. It would seem Mjolnir’s enchantment does not only apply to Asgardians but also to those who possess the necessary worth. This is a curious development.”

Pietro Maximoff: Pietro, always quick to speak his mind, raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms with a smirk. “Well, this is something I didn’t see coming.” He glances at Thor, teasing, “Guess the hammer’s not picky after all.” His voice carries a playful tone, but there’s a hint of admiration underneath, though he tries to mask it with sarcasm. “Maybe next time I’ll try my luck with it.” He then smirks at Y/N, shaking his head, “Still, impressive. You’re full of surprises.”

The entire team watches in awe, some more vocal than others, but all impressed by the unexpected show of power and worth from Y/N.

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Old Scars (Part 21)

Ledger!joker x reader

Fem!reader is kidnapped by the joker and his henchmen while just trying to get a moment's reprieve from her boring, soul-destroying job ✨️

Tw: I mean, we all saw TDK, right? I'd say this is on the same level/rating. Kidnapping, violence more generally. In this chapter specifically, references to domestic t**rorism and brief moment of someone being racist/xenophobic but they get treated appropriately for it ;)

Part 21 -

After another morning in the internet café, I had collected even more important information. The nightclub was holding a themed event three nights from now. It was some kind of Moulin Rouge style, burlesque night. Ibanescu and Brady were certain to be there. I had also confirmed that Joe Brady had a long list of prior form, just as I had predicted. His mob buddy heading up the Ibanescu crime family always stepped in to quash anything before it got big enough to result in any serious legal repercussions. A recent newsarticle by GCN reported that there was evidence of a rise in human trafficking in Gotham's East End - the subtext being that this crime family was heavily involved, though the press were careful not to explicitly say so. It seemed as though a cop, detective Renée Montoya had recently tried to carry out a sting operation on their main location, but someone had tipped them off.

I wondered if it was yet another example of the GCPD pretending to do their due diligence while looking the other way... was Montoya really trying to stop them? Suddenly another idea struck me. The District Attorney had set up a public database where you could anonymously report cops you believed were corrupt. He'd made a huge deal about it as part of his previous election campaign; Gotham's White Knight rallying the people against the rot of police corruption. It was a nice sentiment but had burnt itself out.

With low expectations, I flicked through the hundreds of names under 'M' and couldn't see an R. Montoya anywhere. Did that mean she was clean? Not for certain. But it at least meant she wasn't so blatantly corrupt that people had noticed. I scribbled down the public tipline for her operation and was about to pack up, when something on the tv screen overhead near the front of the store caught my eye.

The daytime tv show flickered with static and the broadcast switched abruptly to a different picture. I got up and approached the front desk as if in a trance, intrigued. The picture was poor quality, and looked more like a home video than something meant to be on air. I could feel something in my gut telling me this was important and not to dismiss it.

"Can you turn on the volume?" I asked the oblivious employee who was still reading her book.

She said nothing but leant forward and passed me the TV remote across the counter. I took it off mute.

"...By now you all have a good idea who I am, so you know that this is serious."

An all-too-familiar voice came crackling out of the speakers, sending the hair on my arms prickling upwards in an instant.

"But don't worry, citizens of Gotham. Unless you work in the Mayor's Office or the Halls of Justice, you have nothing to be afraid of," I watched as his face flickered into the frame again, animated and chaotic as ever.

He looked as though he had finished what he had to say, but then remembered something else.

"Oh, but if you do work in or around those buildings, you have exactly fifteen minutes before I reduce them to rubble," he mimed an explosion, ''All the records, all that public money. Who is going to pick up all those pieces?"

He moved closer to the camera, letting the question hang in the air for a while.

"There is, of course, a way to avoid all that: if any one of you kills the District Judge, or the Mayor, I won't trigger the bombs. You don't even have to knock them both off, just one will do, since I'm feeling so generous!"

His laughter rang in my ears. The woman behind the counter dropped her book and looked on in terror. Even she was watching now, a scene I imagined was playing out right across the city...

"Before I go, there is one little extra message for a special someone," he turned again to look directly at the camera, and for a moment I felt as if he could actually see me, with dark eyes locked onto my own.

He held up a playing card, and scrawled in red ink across the front: my initials. My blood ran cold as I stared at this obvious declaration that I was now officially on his hit list. He was going to find me. It wasn't a question of 'if' so much as 'when'.

"Oh my god. He's going to blow up the civic centre!" The lady behind the desk made a grab for the phone.

I rolled my eyes. I knew she was panicking, and maybe it was harsh of me, but we were on the other side of the city. Who would she call and why? This impulse would only spread the panic further. As the broadcast cut off and the programming it interrupted resumed, I finally managed to peel my boots from the carpet and retreat back to the computer I was using. For a minute or two I was still too stunned to fully comprehend what had just happened. I hoped to any universal power out there that everyone would get clear of the target buildings. What more could I do? I was powerless. I felt numb. If i'd stayed could I have sabotaged his plan? I doubted it.

The minutes mercilessly ticked by. I chewed my nails down to the quick as I watched the clock. I wondered if the streets were now full of people frantically running as a herd, like in my dream, and I could hear the woman at the front desk praying fervently, hands clasped together as she rocked back and forth. A strange kind of numbness crept over me as I slung my bag over my shoulder and shuffled out of the door. What was the point in sitting there waiting around to find out what would happen in the next ten minutes? The East side streets were eerily quiet as I wandered through the driving rain which had returned, like clockwork. I wondered if it wasn't too late to leave. If I ran out of the state, suely he wouldn't bother to follow me that kind of distance?

Surely after this latest stunt he'd be top of the list for both the Batman and the GCPD to capture: Priority number 1. If they caught him before he found me, maybe I had a chance of escaping his clutches, at least until he'd break out of Akham or Blackgate again... staying in Gotham was risking my life. I paused in the nearby park, pacing by the empty fountain, full of dead leaves and trash, as I looked at my little plastic watch. Two minutes remaining.

I hoped no one was stupid enough to play into his sick game. Of course, killing the Mayor or the Judge wouldn't guarantee anything. As if he'd rig up all the explosives, just to not go through with it...

I thought about trying to get to the airport. Given the nature of the Joker's threats, it would make getting a flight out of the state a total nightmare, quite possibly for the next week, or at least until he was captured. So, it would have to be a bus then. But I was so close to carrying out my own plan! I was desperate to do something, one just thing in an injust city.

I felt trapped; the walls were closing in. I looked around at the handful of other people in the park. They seemed unaware of the impending catastrophe. A mother with her two kids. A man on a bike. A couple walking their dog. Ordinary people whose days were about to be violently interrupted. Two minutes must almost be up by now... Not knowing what else to do, I sat on the edge of the fountain and closed my eyes.

Then I heard it. The sound of the distant explosion. Even from another part of the city it was clear enough to know it was big and my heart sank even further. As I opened my eyes again I saw the people looking around in confusion. Everything else looked exactly as before. The crows were still picking through the trash by one of the benches, the wind was still swaying through the bare branches of the trees. The world still turned. Nature carried on, unfased. I was going to have to do the same...

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and began the walk back to my hotel. As I entered and saw the desk guy was still watching his tv show, whatever it was, with his feet propped up on the desk, I put down enough crumpled bills for a further three nights. I coughed and he turned to take them. He nodded, put them into the old cash register and resttled into the same position.

I slowly ascended the stairs and walked down the hall to my room. Once I was inside, I replaced the chair barricading the door and tossed my backpack onto the bed. Next I flicked on the TV, wanting to see exactly what had happened. As I sat on the bed, the newscasters relayed that police and the bat had managed to prevent anyone from taking the law into their own hands, and stopped the courthouse explosion. The mayor's office, on the other hand, had been completely decimated. They couldn't yet confirm whether anyone remained inside and kept replaying footage of people rushing out into the streets in total panic, followed by the black pillar of smoke rising from the burning remnants of the gutted building.

I laid back on the bed, my head feeling like it contained a swarm of angry bees, and tried to calm myself. I was certain I had to complete my plan. It was risky, sure - but I was already in danger, already marked. I figured I would buy a bus ticket, and if everything played out as intended then I'd ride it out of the city, and out of the state right after, without looking back. It had to be over the next few days, or the Joker's appearance would bring everything to a total halt. I had no time to waste. Sleep was no longer an option, not that I would have been able to regardless.

With new resolve, I got to my feet and retrieved the handgun from it's hiding spot in the bathroom. I slipped the clip inside and clicked everything back into place. With the safety on, I put it inside the cheap ladies purse I had aquired. It was unassuming enough. Then I emptied out the contents of my duffle bag onto the bed. Nothing in there would do for the next stage of the plan. I sighed in frustration. Shopping for clothes was not what I wanted to be doing at the best of times, let alone now. I just hoped that stepping into a clothing store wouldn't go as disatrously as my last experience... that was the start of this entire mess.

Everywhere I turned, people were talking about it, displaying the full catalogue of emotions. A cacophony of police sirens echoed in the air and some people had taken the advice and sheltered indoors, but many, espescially in the east end, had wandered out into the streets to see what was going on. People in this part of town were more used to rubbing shoulders with chaos in their every day lives. What's more, plenty of them were being made to carry on working as though nothing of note had happened. Between the people out rubber-necking and the others just going about their usual day with disinterest, it was a surreal scene.

I slipped into a run down looking thrift store with ease, past two old ladies talking animatedly by the door about the destruction of the Mayor's office. I shook my head a little in disbelief at how they were giddy with excitement, talking about the event like it was just the latest scandalous episode of a TV series. Still, I suppose if you get to old age, there's not a lot of interesting things going on in your life...

I methodically combed through the racks in search of something certain types of men would consider 'promiscuous'. I of course had nothing against any of the girls who dressed like that, it certainly was no excuse for how they often got treated, but it felt very alien to me. I tended to blend in, and hadn't worn anything which deliberately showcased any part of my body since before it was so badly broken and reassembled. It felt strange, like I was a kid putting on my mother's makeup, or an older sisters' clothes, maybe trying and failing to work out how to tie my Dad's tie. I thought about what Candy had been wearing... I couldn't manage something with a corset or heels that pointy, but it needed to suggest I was a working girl like her. I found a pair of over the ankle boots with a chunky block heel and found I could walk in them without much trouble.

At least I had the shoes covered. I moved along to a rack of skirts and tried to work out what length to take, settling on a leather one a few inches above the knee with a split up one thigh. I figured it might make running or kicking easier. I looked around for something to wear on my torso, finding a velvet bikini crop which left little to the imagination but still wasn't the most revealing item I could have landed on. Perhaps if my life had gone differently I would have worn it to a musical festival, with friends, laughing in the sunshine... I quickly pulled myself out of the reverie, realising that fantasizing about an alternate life for myself was how things had started out when I put on the purple dress. I grabbed a pair of black leather gloves and dumped my finds on the counter by the register. A young man sporting a bright pink mohawk and pink nails rang me up, whilst he chewed bubblegum and looked extremely disinterested. I paid and hurried out of the store with my bags containing the new aquisitions, suddenly aware of the countdown clock which had surely started for me.

Later, I stood in a crowd as I waited for the next train to pull into the station and a voice pulled me into the real world again.

"Well I always said this city only has all these problems because of them," this loud voice in particular caught me off guard.

I turned and saw that it was a young woman speaking to a man beside her. He said nothing as she continued her tirade.

"You can't tell me this has nothing to do with all the immigrants. He's probably one of them. We should round them up and -"

I sighed, set down my bags and punched the lady square in the face. Then I turned around, picking my things back up and as she was still reeling in shock, I carried on down the platform, calmly weaving in between people, ignoring the cries of onlookers and her screaming as she clutched at her now bloody nose. I sprang down the steps back onto the street level and walked as quickly as I could away from the scene I had caused. So much for taking the train to save my feet...

J had called my moral compass an annoyance, and usually I would have strongly disagreed with that sentiment, but sometimes it did me no good. Like now, as I was forced to walk the route back instead of riding two stops. I sighed defeatedly as my hand began to ache. To add to my frustration, I had now bruised my knuckles before I'd even started to enact the first parts of my plan.

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3AM sukuna underestimated just how much sleep he'd lose after having a kid (dad!sukuna x fem!reader)

the soft pitter patter of your baby's feet was enough to alert his senses. he didn't move—didn't even open his eyes—but his ears were tuned to the sound of your daughter's heavy breathing and the occasional babble.

he could hear her fiddle with the drawer handles, a soft rumble causing her to hum as she pulled the drawer out. a thud meant she bumped into it as she drew closer, messing around with the paper and cords inside.

he peeked one eye open. you were fast asleep beside him, and he was inclined to keep it that way. he didn't like to see his woman exhausted and seconds away from falling flat on her face because his little girl was, apparently, nocturnal.

"mama." she huffed as she finally turned her attention to the bed, fussing as she attempted to climb up.

he sighed. that was his cue.

he groaned as he rolled over, peering over your resting body at his daughter. she paused for a second, staring up at him with those shiny eyes that reminded him so much of you.

he raised an eyebrow.

she ignored his judgement and bounced in place, stretching her arms out to be picked up. "mama."

"mama's sleeping." he grumbled.

oh. oh, no. she didn't like that. she pouted, eyebrows furrowing in what seemed to be anger. her fingers curled into tiny fists and sukuna's lips twitched upwards in amusement. how adorable.

"mama." she said more adamantly.

he glared right back. "if you're coming back up here, you're gonna go to sleep."

whether she understood or not, she kept fussing to be picked up. he rolled his eyes and scooped her into his arms, rolling onto his back. baby was on his chest, leaning up so that she was sitting upright.

sukuna held onto her back, in case she toppled over and fell over like the bobblehead she was. "lie down."

"no." she chirped, looking out the window at the moon against the midnight blue.

"sleep."

"no."

he scrunched up his face. his life was much easier before she learned that word.

growing bored of the night sky, your baby rolled off sukuna's chest, scooting her way through the mess of sheets over to you. she glanced back at him as if to see if he was watching.

he gave her a look, observing her carefully. "don't you wake her up," he warned, propping his head up by his elbow.

her round eyes showed no trace of acknowledgment before she turned back to face you. there was a pause before her hand lifted in the air.

"okay." he sighed, catching the tiny hand in his before she slapped you awake. "come on."

she whined, writhing in his grip as he pulled her off the bed by the leg, dangling her in front of his face. "you really are little menace, aren't you?" he scoffed, flipping her over and holding her just like you taught him to.

she just babbled as her finger pulled at her mouth, the other hand resting on his shoulder.

he dragged his feet out the bedroom, into the kitchen. "what is it that you want, hm?" he rifled through the cupboards and pantry tiredly. "want a cookie?"

she squealed happily and pat his shoulder, a good enough answer for him to pull the package out. he dropped onto the couch, handing her one.

she nibbled on it, the chocolate staining her hands and mouth. he watched her fondly. to think he'd have a child of his own still confused him to this day. for all his wrongs, he must have done something right.

"wan' one?" she slurred, holding up the half-spit cookie to him.

"...no." he said plainly, though he did pick up a new cookie and took a bite out of it. might as well, he thought.

his eyes drooped until he felt his cookie being snatched out of his hand, replaced by the spitty cookie with most of its icing dug off.

"daddy take that one." she giggled, feasting upon her new cookie.

sukuna... what could he do? he ate that thing.

when you woke up the morning after, you just shook your head at the sight—your daughter resting on your husband's chest, cookie crumbs and chocolate smears all over the both of them. fast asleep. sugar coma.

you saved that picture for later <3

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